#and that it was a sore spot and also did change how people saw him and how powerful ppl thought he seemed through his name?

[krockat]

yeah. fuck. how many people are believing it's better not to vote at all, do you think?

and it's so strange to see how seemingly a common thing it is in America (I say that from my tumblr bubble, but so many Americans share that view here)?

i think it's way less common in sweden where I live, but i mean we are also a Hugely smaller country.

like the common culture here is to be like. when if all the parties suck (we have many more than two) it's like. find the least bad and do it. it's not any question about it in the end.

if you skip the election, it's such a embarrassing thing that you wouldn't want to admit it. You get really shamed for it here.

i am really worried about America. i hope y'all pull through and that there's not another drumpf presidency. scary times.

y'all deserve better. the world deserves better.

harris is shitty but less shitty. that's how it is unfortunately now that the overton window has shifted so much right and fascist.

and that, is so clearly in large part due to drumpf, and other countries right wing fascisting it too.

In my country, we have (partially) fascists (and fascist thumpers who acted like they didn't want to work together with them) heading our state. It is not just an American thing.

but America, being so visible on the world stage, is especially influencing other countries.

my countries parties on the right started talking more loud about minimizing abortion rights, minimizing Trans and gay rights, and wanting progress into a more racist police state after drumpfs elections and policies he and the Republicans put in.

Emboldening.

it does affect the whole world. we as a world affect eachother, but America through its violence and colonialization and imperialism has so much power - that it controls and affects a Lot.

Sweden politicians and media and even our people often say or parrot things like 'But we have No choice but to listen and follow America, cause if we get on the bad side of them - it would become chaos and war. Who will protect us against the Russians?'

And so we do atrocities in the name of that. The sweden government and many corporate interests here doesn't want this status quou to change either. they act like they do. total lip service.

Supporting Israel. Violence against protestors, especially brown and Arab protestors.

State media sending Hugely propagandic news favoring Israel, dehumanizing Palestinians, every day.

and it's Not time to give up. We, together, across the world - can and will change things.

One of those things we can change things through is Voting in all elections.

Drumpf and other actors want to limit your rights to vote, it's an important right we need to fight for.

I am so sorry it is the way it is in America - voter registration and how it works - and that it even exists - is so severely damaging.

Here in sweden, you're automatically eligible to vote as soon as you turn 18. No voter registration at all.

(although, i don't know how it works for immigrants or refugees. they are in many ways disenfranchised, esp refugees who are poc. That's another huge issue with Sweden.)

But yea. super Duper don't want drumpf to be anywhere near presidency nor political power either.

pull through americans. don't let your voter right pass you by, when you ou have it. don't let your grief and/or indifference make shit even more catastrophical.

Wow.

I super duper dont want Donald Trump to be in charge of the country again.

Super duper.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 2

Part 1, Part 2, (Part 3??)

Part 1 was many months ago.. oopsie! Been doing a lot of reading recently and HOLY FUCK I LOVE THE TWISTED SERIES BY ANA HUANG. I JUST FINISHED IT, CAN'T WAIT TO READ THE KING OF SINS SERIES (btw I finished it a long time ago, this draft just never made it out). Do y'all like want some stuff implemented from there, here? I'M THINKING KING OF GREED? 👀

Also.. This was supposed to be my birthday special, but what happened was I became busy and never got around to making a definitive ending.. but don't worry, this isn't where the series ends.

My goodness the taglist on this one almost doubled, to anyone who doesn't want to be part of the tags, please tell me so that I can remove you because this will be the official list and it's still open for more people who wanna see this series.

Warning: Too lazy to proof read since I have so much to do, please tell me any autocorrected, misspelled words in the replies so I can change it.. 😭

My CoD Masterlist

My Simon Riley x You Playlist

Simon sulked, his forehead resting on the soft mattress. His back and neck were aching yet he couldn't get the fear and worry out his head. You clear the fog in your head, your body felt sore despite the semi-comfortable bed you were laying on.

You groan softly, forcing yourself to sit-up, where the fuck was your daughter? Was she safe? In a panic you looked around the room, you let out a long, deep sigh as you saw her laying on the couch. Long blond hair splayed around messily on the pillow with a blanket that was barely hanging onto her body, she looked so peaceful.

You felt movement next to you, Simon woke up. He looks up to you, in a bit of a shock. He didn't say a word before holding you and guiding you back down to lay on the slightly adjusted bed, back against the pillow he fixed behind you, you wanted to fight it and protest but his strength was god-like on your still weak and not well rested body, your throat was dry to the point of pain and obvious discomfort.

Simon knows you better than you know yourself, resentment settled in your blood, felt more than the amount than when you missed him. He took the tightly sealed water bottle on the table next to your bed and pries it open, holding the bottle's opening to your lips.

You took a big gulp with his guide but you gently took the bottle off his hand into your own, your fingers brushing his a bit in the process, basically telling him you could do it yourself. A few more gulps down and your throat was eased, you handed back the water bottle to Simon.

He was fidgeting with his hands, his fingers rubbing and grazing the spot your fingers accidentally touched. You looked down with dismay as he takes the bottle from you and closes it.

Was he so disgusted and revolted by your touch that he's brushing off his fingers from it? You knew you didn't end it good terms but you had no idea he hated you that much. Maybe not.. are you overthinking? Probably.

It was silent, awkward, just hearing the IV drip and the beeps of the heart monitor. Simon wanted to say something so bad but what do you say to the love of your life who you've hurt severely and regret it because you still love her and want to be in her life again? Mouthful, he knows.

Simon had no right to you anymore, he couldn't even scold you and tell you to take better care of yourself anymore because that's what he used to do, it's way too familiar. He couldn't even touch you without him thinking it would make you uncomfortable.

You feel it, rather see it more but Simon wanted to die in the moment. Heavy breaths and clearly restless eyes, disheveled hair..

"How do you feel..?" He said, he looks elsewhere as he wanted to avoid the way your eyes chose to settle on him..

"I don't know..? I don't know how to process all this but there's no physical pain, just nausea.." you said, he got up to call a nurse and alert them that you're awake. He chose to step out while the doctor did the regular routine of checking everything.

"Momma?" You turn to your left at the couch where your daughter was sat up, rubbing her eyes.. she got off it and immediately ran to you, "I'm glad you're okay now.." she said which never failed to make you smile with how caring she tended to be..

"What happened bubs? Momma doesn't remember much except for fainting.." you asked the bundle of joy as you tried to piece back what had happened beforehand..

"I called dada when you fell, momma. I was so scared, I was shouting but you won't wake up.. dada took so long to get there but when he did, he asked me to go in the car while carried you inside to take you here.." she said, you took her off the ground and placed her at your side, embracing her little body.

"I'm sorry bubs, momma should've taken better care of herself.. if I had, I wouldn't have been so sick to the point of unconsciousness.." you felt so guilty, if only it had been under better circumstance then you would've been able to take care of yourself better and not put your child through what must've been a moment that should've set her in a panic.

"It's okay, momma. I'm a big girl now, I can take care of you like you take care of me.." her sweet little voice paused for a moment.

"Momma, what does unconscious mean?" She asked, you laughed, forgetting that she doesn't know the meaning of certain words yet..

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[hairyjocktf]

First Workout of the Year

Aidan was just starting his second semester at university, and after a long winter break of being a bum he was ready to get back to his goal of finally getting in some semblance of shape.Despite his efforts during the fall he was still practically a twig, something the studs on grindr were keen to let him know. This was finally going to be when he packed on some size, he told himself as he headed into the campus gym. It was packed with people his size, trying for those new year's resolutions, with the regular jocks standing out amongst the crowd. He squeezed in between the hoards of people, getting in a basic circuit on the resistance machines. After about 40 measly minutes he was sweaty, out of breath, and decided to call it a day for his first workout back.

He headed to the locker room to rinse off before getting on his way. Letting the warm water pour over him for a few minutes, he let his thoughts drift to the hunks he saw in the free weight area. Damn they looked good, he thought, I hope I can pull off a tank top like that eventually. Eventually he came back to reality, turned off the water and reached for his towel. Or at least, where his towel was supposed to be. Shit! I must’ve forgotten it and not even noticed, he lamented. Soaking wet and low on options, he peeked out from the stall to see if anyone was around. Shockingly, the place was empty. On a nearby bench he spotted a leftover towel. Not that he wanted to use a dirty towel, but there weren’t many alternatives. Embarrassed about his actions, he darted over and snagged the towel before hiding back in the shower. 

Eager to put this whole situation behind him, he used the towel to dry off his body, followed by his face. But while wiping his face he noticed a stench that had been missed earlier. The towel absolutely reeked of sweat and body odor. Upon opening his eyes at the eye watering smell he saw an even more disgusting problem: the towel was coated in thick dark hairs! How did I not see that? He cursed at himself. He spit one out of his mouth. Disgusted, he threw the towel down to the floor and quickly changed back into his clothes before storming out of the gym.

On his walk back to his dorm he was pissed, Who would leave a filthy towel like that? He angrily thought, and why did I not pay closer attention? The afternoon was warm, and he felt himself sweating. Guess I’ll have to shower again, he thought to himself. As he kept walking he felt increasingly sore in his muscles, maybe that workout was better than he had thought. He caught himself scratching at his pit, which was odd behavior for him, but he brushed it off as just being sweaty and sore. He brought his finger back up to his nose and sniffed them. Phew I stink! He said to himself. A moment later that action registered in his brain, Why the hell did I just scratch and sniff my pit? He began to worry. His shirt began to feel a little tighter than normal, restricting his arm movements as he walked. His shoes also felt smaller than usual. He continued making his way home, nearly there, as worry truly set in.

By the time he reached his dorm his back was drenched with sweat, he was feeling sore and itchy and all around uncomfortable. As he reached his hand to the door to put his key in his eyes widened. His hand was much larger than normal, as was his forearm, and they were both coated in thick dark hairs. As he stared, the hairs seemed to grow denser as they spread up his forearm to his bicep, which was also inflating to ridiculous size. Aidan quickly threw open the door and ran inside straight to his bathroom mirror. 

What he saw made his jaw drop. His frame had grown substantially since leaving the gym just a while before, pushing against his now tight clothing. He could see his biceps and shoulders bulging under the fabric, stretching his t-shirt to its limit. As he stared agape in the mirror his pecs also began to grow, inflating his shirt even more. He groaned in discomfort as everything felt so sore as his muscles packed on years worth of mass in seconds. With a final grunt, his shirt split open, unable to contain his hulking body in a size small any longer.

His shirt in tatters, Aidan’s bulked up body was now clearly visible. Muscle mass was not the only thing growing on him. As he stared at his mountainous pecs, tiny dark spots began to appear across them. Dark pinpricks spread across his chest before erupting into dark brown hairs. Thin at first, they quickly darkened and thickened into respectable chest fur as his skin disappeared beneath the growing coat. It spread out from the center, swirling across his pecs and thickening around his nipples as thicker, longer hairs sprouted around them. The hairs crawled up to his collarbone, making sure that plenty of dark hairs would be visible above any shirt. He moaned from the feeling of the hair spreading, filling his new body with ecstasy.

Aidan felt his previously flat stomach contort, with pronounced abs growing in and giving him that sought after V shape he admired in other jocks. That definition was quickly buried under his spreading body hair, however, as it raced down from his chest. Thick, dark hairs grew down in waves across his stomach, burying his abs under a coat of dense fur just like his chest. But that was just the beginning of it. He felt a strong itch below the waist of his paints as pressure increased substantially there. Pulling out his waistband he watched in horror as thick hairs erupted across his groin, engulfing the wisps that had been there before. The hairs were thick, dark, and grew curlier by the second as they spread. They grew up above his waistband, connecting to the forest that had covered his stomach, and then down to his thighs. His balls were not spared that fate either, with his sack becoming overrun with fur. With a densely hairy crotch that only continued to grow, Aidan groaned and put his hands up to his face, revealing a flash of dark under his arm. 

He lifted his arm just in time to see thick, wiry hairs erupting from his armpit. They grew longer and thicker as they spread out, and he could see the sweat getting trapped in the bushes already. He scratched at the growing tuft of hair with his other hand, feeling the hairs grow and curl as they filled his armpit to the brim, sticking out even when he put his arm down. Those hairy pits already smelled to match the jock he was becoming, it was eye watering. The hairs even filled out to the point of connecting with his chest hair, giving his upper body a full coat. Or so he thought, at least, before the hairs began crawling up his boulder shoulders, the fur wrapping all the way to his back. The itchiness growing on his other side told him all he needed to know. Thick hairs were worming their way out across his shoulder blades, dusting his entire back with dark fur. The hairs climbed down, thickening as they approached his ass, which itself had grown quite a bit without him noticing. The itchy feeling reached a zenith as dark brown hairs began pushing out of his plump ass, giving him a nice thick fur coat even there. He reached around to scratch at his hole, feeling intense pleasure as thick curly hairs burst out around it, filling his crack with dark hairs.

It was at this point, half lost in pleasure, that Aidan noticed his pants becoming incredibly tight. To avoid what happened with his shirt he quickly stripped them off, watching his quads grow to three times the size they had been, and the rest of his legs packing on impressive size. The thick hair in his groin and on his ass spread downwards, coating his thighs in an absolute rug of curly hairs. They of course did not stop there, shooting up across his calves and stretching down towards his feet, which began to grow quickly. After kicking off his shoes he watched as his feet grew longer, toes getting thicker as the same thick dark hairs popped up across his toes and the top of his foot. He was now stuck with huge hairy jock feet! Aidan looked back up at the mirror, seeing a hulking and incredibly hairy jocked up body that looked nothing like he had just an hour before. The only thing out of place was his babyface, though something told him that was soon to change.

As if waiting for that moment, the hairs on his face began to sprout. Follicles pushed out hair after hair as his chin darkened. His hands scratched at the growing stubble as it covered his face, wiry hairs exploding across his upper lip. The thick hairs continued growing and spreading, giving him full coverage, reaching high up on his cheeks and connecting down to his chest hair. The fur crawled out of him, leaving barely any of his skin visible by the end. His body continued to explode with muscle, his frame getting heavier and bulkier. The hair hid most of the definition but anyone would still be able to tell how absolutely built he was now. The changes had taken a lot out of him as well, he was drenched in sweat and out of breath looking at his new form in the mirror. He absolutely reeked as well, all the new hair catching sweat and musk. 

Somehow though, he didn’t seem to mind that much. He had always been a real hairy and stinky guy, ever since puberty hit him hard in middle school. Kids had made fun of him then but now they admired and lusted after him. He was a real stud, and he was late for his second workout of the day.

This was my first ever tf story, let me know if you like it! Hopefully they'll only get better from here. If you have ideas for future stories also let me know, I'd love to try out more.

[theemissuniverse]

“KNOWING YOU BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE” LIU KANG X FEM! READER

SUMMARY : Liu Kang loves you the way you are.

WARNINGS : none but I did not proofread

A/N : *me walking in like it hasn’t been since November since I posted* also it was longer but it got deleted so yeah I hate it here

Liu Kang changed a lot in the timeline but he didn’t want to change anything about you. Because everything that was you made you, well you. The woman he had fallen in love with in the previous timeline.

Not even your way of making one too many jokes. Not even the way you’d deflect everything. Not even the way you rolled your eyes. The one eye roll where you had to do a full body eye roll.

He couldn’t change a thing about you.

This is why you resented him.

After finding out that Liu Kang was the one to create the timeline, you couldn’t stand him. Because everything that you hated about yourself just made you furious.

You didn’t think you were very smart. You had a hard time controlling your emotions. Anxiety was your worst enemy. It felt impossible to even do the things you needed to do in order to protect Earthrealm.

It made you believe that he honestly didn’t like you because if he did, why couldn’t you be the chosen one like Raiden? Or a movie star like Johnny? Or the descendant of a great champion like Kung Lao? Something to live for.

You were in the training room, punching the punching bag. You didn’t stretch before working and I’m not doing so, caused you to pull a muscle in your arm.

“Ow! What the fuck?!”

“You did not stretch did you?”

You jumped at the voice as you held your arm in pain. You turned around and saw Liu Kang standing there with a disapproving look. “You know instead of sneaking up on people, you can announce yourself right?”

Liu Kang ignored you and immediately walked over towards you. He gently took your arm, ignoring whatever protests came from your lips. Then soothingly rubbed the cramped spot.

Liu Kang was always a gentle being but with you he was ten times more gentle with you. It irritated you to no end. You felt like he was babying you. Especially after your battle with Shang Tsung.

Unfortunately because Liu Kang didn’t change anything about you, that made another man fall in love with you. The evil sorcerer himself.

You battled Shang Tsung and in return, got a black eye and sore ribs. Liu Kang was just regretting that he even let Shang Tsung in this timeline.

You let out a sigh as Liu Kang rubbed your cramped spot. When he did, his eyes met yours. And he saw how badly your eye was.

He went to touch your cheek but you pulled away from him.

Liu Kang couldn’t understand it. In the last timeline, not only did you show your goofy side but you were emotionally vulnerable with him. So, he could not understand why you weren’t now.

If he didn’t change anything about you then what was the problem? Was it because he himself had changed?

“Stop doing that.”

Liu Kang tilted his head at your command. “Doing what?”

“Being soft with me. I’m not weak.”

Liu Kang couldn’t help but smile. “(Y/N), you’re the strongest woman I’ve ever known. I do not view you as weak.”

“You sure about that?”

You pulled away from his grasp completely but Liu Kang didn’t budge. When you tried to walk away, Liu grabbed your hand and forced you to look at him with his other hand. “Why do you think I view you as weak?”

“Why?” You slightly push him to get him off of you. “You make Raiden the chosen one, not to mention give him Thunder powers! You even made Mileena actually apart of the family and now she’s Empress! You tried to stop Shang Tsung from finding out his sorcery and he still found a way! Even Johnny Cage is more badass than me! And he doesn’t even have any powers but at least he’s a movie star and gets to say a cheesy line here and there.”

Liu Kang listened to every point you made but it was all meaningless to him. Because in his eyes, you were perfect. “You think you’re below them? The people I had to change so that in this timeline they would be better?”

You stopped yourself from saying anything. You thought about what he said. It didn’t make any sense but you were still mad. “Well like…when you put it like that…just…why couldn’t you do anything cool with me? Why did you have to make me so plain?”

Liu Kang’s heart broke a little when he had heard how you viewed yourself. It made him feel bad slightly but you weren’t plain to him. Not even a little bit. “I don’t think you’re plain. I didn’t have the desire to change you in any way.”

“Why though?”

Liu Kang wanted to tell you the real reason but he couldn’t. If he were to tell you what really happened in the original timeline then everything would change. Maybe for the worse. And he couldn’t handle if it were to change to the worse.

“I can’t tell you.”

You scoffed. You couldn’t believe that Liu Kang, the one that was always truthful, was being so secretive. It made you think that you truly didn’t know who he was. “Of course you can’t. What’s up with the secrets? You’re never secretive with everyone else? Again, why is it always with me!”

Liu Kang shamefully averted from your eyes as he let out a sigh. “I can’t tell you. I’m sorry.”

It was only then that Liu Kang felt a stinging sensation to his cheek. He felt the right side of his face. Then came to the conclusion that you slapped him.

“You’re a coward.”

The last thing Liu Kang wanted to do was upset you. He was being selfish. He knew he was. Not telling you what really happened in the past but he never wanted what happened in the past to influence your feelings in any way.

But it seemed like the lie was only hurting you.

THE PREVIOUS TIMELINE

“Just admit it. Admit you have a thing for me.” You playfully teased Liu Kang, jabbing your finger in his chest.

He had always been nervous around you. With you being the more up front person. He always had respect for you which is why he tried to show little to no interest in you romantically.

It did not work. You were able to figure him out. Read him like a book and it was killing you that the chosen one himself couldn’t admit it.

Liu Kang tried to pass it off and shake his head. He lightly pushed your hand away from him. “No. I do not.”

“Don’t hurt my feelings, Liu.”

“I would never intentionally do that.”

“Then stop lying.” You pulled him closer by the bottom of his shirt. “Don’t be a coward.”

The aura that made you, you, brought Liu Kang closer. There was no more denying what he wanted. He wanted you.

He gently caressed your right cheek with his hand. He stared into your eyes like he had found your soul. You meant everything to him and he knew it was now or never to admit to it. “What if I did say it? What would happen then?”

“Probably would have to talk about it in the bedroom.” You playfully said to him. Liu Kang chuckled lightly. “I hate your Mr. Nice Guy act.”

He shook his head then bent down to kiss you. You returned this soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you as if he was afraid to break you.

He kissed you as if you felt like home.

Liu Kang pulled away from your lips and then gave you small bitterly kisses on your cheek and neck. It made you giggle.

“Stop, Liu.”

Liu Kang smiled against your skin and brought his lips back to yours to kiss you one last time.

The way he kissed you felt like you were a princess. He kissed you like you were the only woman in the world. Like you were the only one that mattered.

That’s what made you feel so special.

He pulled away from you and gave you a loving smile. “I love you.”

THE PRESENT TIMELINE

Liu Kang thought back into that moment. That he had to admit his feelings to you in order to have you. That he had to fight the urge to be a coward.

He wanted you but he didn’t want you to only have him just because you did so in the previous timeline.

He pushed it all away. The feeling that wanted him to hide from you.

Liu pulled your arm back when you tried to walk away from him. He pulled you back into his embrace and kissed you.

You stood there, shocked that he was kissing you. You didn’t even have enough time to process.

His lips were warm. His body was warm. You felt the heat start to come onto your body.

Not only were they warm but they were soft. They didn’t taste like anything but you couldn’t help this butterfly feeling erupting in your stomach when he did so.

He pulled away from you and rested his head against yours. “I love you. And I’ve loved you since the other timeline. And I’ve loved you since the timeline even before that when I became a revenant. And that’s why I couldn’t change you. Because I love you just the way you are.”

You were surprised. You hadn’t realized that Liu Kang was in love with you but when he spoke it, it all made sense.

You didn’t think you had feelings for him but started to wonder why you always searched for his approval and why you cared about his opinion on you so much.

It was because deep down, you had feelings for him too.

You were also still mad at him. He hadn’t been honest to you from the start. “Why are you just now telling me?”

“Because I did not want things you’ve done or felt in the previous timeline to influence your decision.”

It made sense. So much so that you felt guilty for the way you had been treating him. “I hate your stupid Mr. Nice Guy act.” You told him.

Your sentence made him think back. And all it did was make him smile. “So, I’ve heard.”

[knmaskitten]

Messy ‹𝟹

Pairing: Nanami Kento x afab!reader.

Summary: You decide to accompany your father to his business party with all his boring-looking co-workers. Until you spot Nanami Kento and you’re not able to take your eyes off of him the whole evening.

warnings / tags: No use of y/n. Reader is in her twenties, a lot of slapping, creampie, praise and degradation kink, almost public sex?, mentions of the pill, unprotected p in v, oral (f recieving). VERY BADLY WRITTEN SMUT. Sorry if i forgot anything, tell me if that is the case !

notes: This was so self-indulgent. I'm really sorry if you read this I'm so bad at writing smut. This was not proof read so enjoy!

wc: 2,296.

minors dni, 18+ only !!

It was a saturday night when your father randomly asked you to accompany him to one of his work parties. It made sense; your mother was on a trip visiting your grandma, and your dad surely loathed going alone to said gatherings. That did not mean it didn’t take you by surprise—this whole boring ordeal—but you loved your dad and ended up agreeing to be his company for the night.

So this is how you ended up at a party with people clad in work attire; ergo, you felt like you were sticking out like a sore thumb. You innocently picked a flowy white blouse and a black pleated skirt alongside a pair of Mary Jane shoes. Even so, you were not going to feel self-conscious over some stupidly boring outfits that only people who gave up on fun could pick. And also, your outfit was super cute.

“He is my boss, little one. He makes my life miserable.” Your dad whispered to you. You saw a man who could easily be an NPC. You chuckled a little bit, rolling your eyes. You couldn’t believe that a boring-looking man could make your dad’s life so difficult.

“So sorry to be you, dad.”

And then, in a sea full of grey and monotonous office workers, you saw him. Toned, tall and well-built. A blonde guy who could easily crush you between his fingers. It urged you to know who he was. He was no different than the others, dressed in caqui pants and a blouse that, to your surprise, was blue and not white like the other ones. It urged you to know who he was, as you slightly bit your lip when you analyzed him from top to bottom. The room felt a little bit more hot with him in it.

You panicked when you saw him approaching you. Did he see you? Did he notice how you looked at him? You were so out of it that you almost didn’t catch him and your dad exchanging greetings. You heard your name escape your dad’s lips, only to be followed by the guy’s voice. Your name sounded angelic coming from him. You had to force yourself to snap out of it.

“This is Nanami Kento, little one.” Your dad told you. “He works with me.”

“Hello, I guess my dad already introduced me.” You looked at him, this time intentionally, and extended your hand so you could feel at least his hands. He took your hand in his firmly and shook it. This left a tingling sensation on the palm of your hand.

The rest of the night, you couldn’t take your eyes off Nanami, It was as if he had a magnet glued to his torso. He drew you in; he looked so deliciously toned that you started to feel the need to see him without this much clothing. What could he be hiding behind his office worker clothes? Was the room always this hot? My god, he was going to make you collapse. 

For a really short moment, he connected his eyes to yours. Stoic as he was, he did not take his eyes off of yours, not once changing his collected expression. And you didn’t know if this was your delusion, your own imagination, but you swore he signaled you with his head and then walked off the crowded place. So, with your heart on your hands, you told your dad you needed to go to the bathroom and followed Nanami.

You caught a glimpse of blonde walking and taking a turn towards the office desks, so you hurriedly followed him. You saw him standing, giving you his broad and muscular back. You licked your lips before saying:

“Nanami-san, are you alright?” You innocently said.

He turned around to face you, looking at your body, unashamed. The curve of your hips, your plush tits, and your ass that was barely covered by your skirt. He slowly walked towards you, cornering you with the wall. You could feel how his chest rose with each breath he took.

“You’re such a little naughty girl. Looking at me all night long.” He clicked his tongue, disaprovingly. “Thought I wouldn’t notice those shamelessly pretty eyes?”

You quivered looking at him; you saw him starting to loosen up his tie, shaking his head in the process. Deciding it was best not to move a muscle, you gleefully decided to admire his movements. 

“Imma teach you to be respectful to your elders, pretty girl.”

He then put his hand in front of you; he looked to be asking for permission. You knew this meant you were tacitly agreeing to something bigger than just a single hand. And you wanted it so bad, so you gave him both your hands. Nanami very swiftly tied both of your hands behind your back with his tie.

“Pretty eyes wonder how they’ll look brimming with tears while you scream my name.” He whispered near your earlobe, nibbling at it. You shuddered, feeling something deep inside your core. He was going to get you wet with nothing, how pathetic of you. You wanted to touch him, to sink your hands into his neatly done hair, to squish his muscles, but you couldn’t.

Nanami brought his hands to your hips, squishing them tightly, while leaving a trail of wet kisses from your ear to the crook of your neck, he stopped there. With one of his hands, he revealed a little bit more of your collarbone and started leaving lovebites there, marking territory. Anybody who could see you will know that you were his.

“You’re so soft.” He mumbled in your skin, his hot breath making you quiver. He looked at you with hazel eyes, hungry, and then kissed you. It wasn’t a sloppy kiss; this was orchestrated, as if he were a director and you were his orchestra. You matched the kiss, it felt as if he was all you needed in your life. Lips clashing, he glued his body to yours, grabbing you by the hips. He explored.

He decided to explore your ass, squishing it hard once, twice, then slapping it. You moaned in between kisses, feeling how his hand pushed your skirt upwards to gain more access to your ass. His other hand went up, landing underneath your blouse and slowly going towards your breasts; he felt them, over your bra. You could feel how his digits applied different kinds of pressure to your sensitive area, how he placed two fingers in between one of your nipples.

“Nanami-san, ah” You moaned when he started playing with your nipple.

Nanami Kento looked like a cool, calm and collected type of guy, and he showed it in every single one of his movements. On the way he ruthlessly flickered and squished your nipple between his fingers, on how he casually stopped the kiss and looked at you—plush lips, pinkish cheeks, and big, lustful filled eyes. You huffed, trying to catch your breath. 

“You look so perfect like this.” He whispered, close to your face.

He started teasing you, touching the hem of your panties, tugging at them. He then pushed you towards a desk, urging you to sit on it. He positioned himself in between your legs and planted a chaste kiss on your covered pussy. You whined at this, feeling a heat rush deep into your core. You could feel it, you were getting wet. He did not make any comments; he just let out a faint chuckle, as if this amused him. Nanami decided to explore the plethora of reactions you could give him. He first felt your clit over your clothed folds, rubbing slow, delicious circles.

Arching your back, you purred a little moan. He then slapped your clit lightly, scolding you.

“Be quiet now, darling. We don’t want your daddy hearing us, don’t we?” 

He resumed his task, pushing your panties aside, he admired how wet you were. He teased you about it, your name escaping his lips in a degrading manner. This made your head feel fuzzy as he acknowledged that this was, in a way, something that couldn’t be discovered. For fucks sake, you were his coworker’s daughter and at least 8 or 6 years younger than him. You felt so lewd, so out of it. Your hands wanted to explore Nanami, to touch his abs and his well-toned chest. God, you hated being restrained, but at the same time, it elicited some kind of deep, twisted pleasure.

He kneeled down inches from your wet, dripping entrance. You caught him licking his lips, and then he pushed his face into you. Wet sucking sounds were all that could be heard, you tried your best not to be noisy, but it was hard, extremely hard. You felt how he used his tongue to lap at your clit, applying the right amount of preassure to send you to heaven. For him you taste sweet, like honey, and he was enjoying you.

He decided his tongue was not enough, so he used your wet arousal to coat his finger and pushed it into you, you moaned. He started thrusting, his moves deep and well-maneuvered, everything was exactly calculated to his liking. You felt how he was hitting that spongy point of yours, with his finger curled up. The little knot in your lower belly grew stronger by the minute; you were a hot mess. Soaked and messy, the squelching sounds and your whimpers echoed in the room, fogging your brain and clouding your senses. He made you feel mushy.

He increased his pace, knowing this would manage to get you on edge. You arched your back and started squirming.

“I’m going to cum soon, Nanami-san.” You gasped.

He started pumping his finger in and out more ruthlessly, inserting a second finger.His fingers felt tight they were thick and long, reaching perfectly every spot that needed his attention. You felt it before him, how your walls tightened around his fingers before you covered them with your juices, coming. He did not stop pumping, helping you through your high. 

He looked neat, as if none of this had an impact on him; you could only discern the hard bulge that grew in his pants. Nanami made eye contact with you, giving you a stern look, and afterwards, taking his glistening fingers to his mouth, tasting you once again.

“You taste as sweetly as you look.” He commented, wiping his fingers clean. “Look at you; I can’t believe you are doing such lewd stuff with your dad’s coworker. Such a naughty girl, might need a lesson or two.”

You whined, not replying to him. It really made you feel aroused by the way he spoke to you, how he treated you like you were the prettiest thing in the world, and then how he reminded you of how indecent it was what you were doing. He gave you a long kiss, in which you battled against his tongue, trying to win terrain in an already lost war.

After that, he decided it was time for you to have him because he unbuckled his pants and took out his length. You saw it sprung free and pushed your legs together expectantly, trying to ease your need. He was large and thick; he pumped his shaft twice, coating it with precum before he asked:

“Are you on the pill, darling?” He huffed.

“Yeah, please, hurry up.” You pleaded, needing him more than you have ever needed anyone in your life.

He gave you a quick slap to your tits, grabbing them roughly afterwards, flickering your nipples.

“You don’t tell me what to do.” He then added, looking directly into your eyes. “Imma stuff you full, sweetheart.” He then aligned with your entrance, entering in one swift motion, leaving you stuffed and flustered. This was nothing like his fingers; this felt a step further than heaven. Bliss was all that you could think of.

He was good, with each and every pump, he managed to undo you more, leaving you in chaos. He grabbed you by the hips with brute force, fiercely. You knew his fingers were going to leave marks on your soft skin. But it didn’t matter as long as he kept thrusting into you, you didn’t care.

You also knew that, after this, no man could ever satisfy you like he did. Nanami was going to leave you broken for everybody else. You could feel him stretching you out, deliciously, feeling the pang that came with him hitting the right spot. He felt your cunt starting to squeeze tightly around his cock, making him grunt.

“Gonna finish inside of you, angel.” He said, dangerously close to your ear. For the first time in the evening, you were able to see him worked up. Pearls of sweat pooled in his forehead, ruining the neatness of his hair, which was now sticking to his forehead.

And you felt your high coming and moaned in answer; you two were a symphony of grunts and whimpers, clouding the room with heat. And with one final sound and whine of his name, you came undone. Covering his cock with your juices. He didn’t stop, though, guiding you through your high and going into overestimulation. He pushed with more brute force into you, pushing you thighs upwards.

You felt his cock twitch and knew he was close. He increased his pace, smashing his hips into your ass, creating even more lustful sounds. After that, he came, saying your name in a grunt and filling you up with his cum. He gave you a kiss and pulled out.

And as if nothing had happened, he fixed his hair and pants and left you there, panting and gasping, messy.

Thank you for reading <3

masterlist and more.

[panxramic]

I like the different interpretations of Tallulah’s hair color people have been sending me.

Her hair didn’t turn black JUST bc of q!Missa. It turned black because it’s the color of the wither roses her papa likes, it turned black because it matches the feathers on the back of q!Phil’s wings, her hair turned black because it’s the same shade as the crows that flock their home. Tallulah’s hair turned black because death is very much a part of her every day life. It turned black because she *likes* it. Tallulah’s hair is black because it resembles her whole life and the people she loves.

I like to refrain from attributing certain things about Tallulah solely to one person because people just end up turning her into an extension of others. Especially when people attribute certain features of hers to someone she hasn’t talked to in months and she has never seen as a father.

They already did it to her once before, and I’d hate to see it be done to her again. She’s more than that. She always has been.

Tallulah’s journey with self discovery and finding her place in the world has been a rollercoaster to watch unfold. She’s gone through so much to prove herself, she’s fought hard to show the world who she is and who she isn’t. She’s gotten lost in promises and old memories. Tallulah has struggled with her identity as it has always been heavily tied to family, and family on the island is important and complicated.

She’s come to a place where she finally feels comfortable. She finally feels like she belongs in this family and now she can continue that path of self discovery. Because there’s no greater feeling than that freedom of being able to decide who you are. Of being in such a comfortable spot in which she can explore different ways to express herself.

I don’t think this necessarily has been a HUGE issue, but it’s definitely one that has been in the foreground for a while and an added effect of her struggles in finding a place on the island. Because finding that place is also a part of WHO she is, it’s part of her identity.

I remember her getting upset that she was seen as an extension of him for months. It was all anybody would ever bring up around her. She was the egg that was left behind, she was the egg that didn’t have a father. She was the egg that was abandoned again and again. And it was hard trying to combat that, bc how do you work around something that is genuinely affecting you to your core? Something that felt so defining in your life?

Well I think she’s come far in showing that she’s more than that. That she’s not just the sad traumatized egg that was abandoned. She’s grown a lot, she’s found a new place. There’s still sore spots sure. She didn’t like being called the “trauma egg” because again, it’s something she’s been trying to move past from. She’s more than just her trauma, she’s more than the people and the things that have hurt her.

I think that yes her past is important, everything she’s gone through has molded her into the egg that she is. But she’s not just her past. Her past doesn’t control her, not like it used to at least. It’s important that she’s reinventing herself in a way. Because she’s changed a lot, but she’s still Tallulah. Not the same one we saw at the start, but it’s still her. And at this point in time she’s more herself than she ever has been.

[nutzgunray-lvt]

Why I Hate Canon Dadzawa

I'm pretty sure I've said this before multiple times, but Aizawa is my second least favorite character in MHA behind Bakugou and ahead of Shinsou. Most of this is because of his canon actions/how he's written, but a lot of this is due to people INSISTING that Fanon Dadzawa is Canon Dadzawa.

To put out a disclaimer, I don't mind Fanon Dadzawa. There's been some really well written Fanon Dadzawa fics that I like, and I'm of the belief that you can and should write whatever fics you want. I also think that Canon Dadzawa/Aizawa as a whole could have been such an interesting character had he been written better. Instead (like with almost every other character in MHA) we get someone whose actions don't match how he's supposed to come off as.

This topic is a sore spot for me, because the people who got me into MHA tried selling me on Dadzawa, Dadzawa, Dadzawa. I felt so tricked when I first got into it and saw that none of what they were saying was true.

Just like how Bakugou is a Temu version of Vegeta (so insulting to Vegeta) and Sasuke (who is another character I don't really like, but will put well above Bakugou), Aizawa is a SheIn version of Kakashi; a conventionally attractive, badass, no-nonsense teacher who genuinely cares about and is protective of his students. I have my problems with Kakashi, but it's at least been actually shown that he cares for his students, and whenever he does a "Rational Deception", he not only immediately explains himself, but he only ever did them in his introduction. For that matter, he's actually a good friend to Guy.

Aizawa, on the other hand, is a hot mess of a walking, talking contradiction in writing and Character Shilling. We're constantly told that he's this amazing teacher and amazing person, but the evidence doesn't match up with these claims.

He never owns up to his failings, choosing to a) ignore them entirely, b) excuse them away, or c) throw other undeserving people under the bus to make himself look good. We see this in how he halfheartedly acknowledges Ida angrilly calling him out on his repeated lying to 1A, when he excuses away his utter failure in curbing Bakugou's awful behavior with his "deep seated conviction" in bring a hero, and when he tries throwing All Might under the bus when Hound Dog calls them out in exaserbating Izuku's trust issues after the Gentle Criminal fight.

For that matter, he has yet to apologize to Izuku after his realization during the Liberation Front War of how much of jackass he was to him. Seriously, Izuku has saved his ass I don't know how many times, and he continued being such an ungrateful bastard towards him. I'm not saying he should have gotten on his knees and proclaimed his life to him, but you would think that would have at least changed his attitude towards him.

And speaking of Izuku, while he's always on his ass about his Quirk control... he completely ignores the issues that Aoyama and Kaminari have with THEIR Quirks. Kaminari being taken hostage at the USJ due to his lack of Quirk Control goes completely unacknowledged, and Aoyama's lack of Quirk Control is treated solely for comedic value. You'd think Dadzawa: Best UA Teacher would try to help the two of them as well, but nope.

I could go on all day about his expulsion record, but the point is, he's ruining these students' lives due to him projecting his own traumas onto them. I have to reiterate this, but these expulsions DO IN FACT stay on their permanent records. In Japan, having an expulsion on your permanent record CAN AND WILL prevent you from getting a well paying job. Expulsion is treated as an absolute last resort for a reason, and to see him throw that threat around like it's nothing is horrible of him. Nedzu is a horribly negligent principal for letting Aizawa do this, and the fact that nobody has sued UA for this is a miracle.

Then we get to his favoritism of Bakugou and Shinsou, probably the biggest indicator of his hypocrisy.

It makes absolutely NO SENSE that Aizawa's presented as this strict hardass of a teacher, and then he's shown giving preferental treatment to an abusive egoist (that was canonically how Bakugou was described in his character profile) and a whiny, Quirkist Troll doll that's not even in the Heroics Course. This is especially egrigious considering how often he bitches and moans about All Might mentoring Izuku! He sticks his neck out for Bakugou when he absolutely doesn't deserve it and when you know for a fact he wouldn't do this for his other students.

For that matter, he's such an awful friend to Mic and Midnight. His relationship with both of them is all take and no give. Mic canonically surpressed his own grief and trauma surrounding Oboro and Midnight's deaths for Aizawa's sake, and while it was wrong of Midnight to throw Aizawa's name into the teacher's ring behind his back, he repays her trying to get him a job by doing all the above I just listed. His relationship with them is unhealthy as hell, especially since they NEVER take him to task for his awful behavior.

On top of all of THAT, he genuinely thinks he's this amazing teacher and person, given how angry he gets at Mic for calling him a terrible teacher during the Sports Festival. He calls Vlad King a better teacher than him... but doesn't do ANYTHING to change his ways. You can't have it both ways, Aizawa.

In conclusion, Aizawa would have been such an interesting character had he been allowed to examine and change his attitude and teachings. Instead, we get someone who unfairly has a reputation of being a paragon of goodness and rationality.

[iamvegorott]

Change of Life

So I decided to hop on the Vampire Jackie trend real quick This is an angsty one~

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Change of Life

Jackie felt…cold? Was he cold? He was shivering, body trembling against his will. Was he actually cold? Something about his everything was wrong. 

He was also so hungry. He was starving, but it didn’t matter how much food he ate it was never enough. Eating to the point of illness and still feeling so empty and weak. He was getting angry cause of the hunger, lashing out at those he cared for, and it hurt to see himself like that. 

Jackie needed answers, needed to figure himself out and get away before he went too far. 

He curled up into a tighter ball. The dark alley that hid his body only had the sounds of passing by cars. Jackie failed at trying to find answers almost immediately. The sun had been too bright, making it almost impossible to see, and he’d been cowering in the alley for hours, too scared to leave his spot. 

The others had to be looking for him by now, and that made his heart ache even more at the thought of them worrying about him. He was the hero. He took care of the others. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. 

How did he even get here? Ever since that weird guy attacked him, it’s been downhill from there. Jackie was just trying to get wood for some project Marvin was working on. He never questioned what that man was creating, he was just excited to be helpful and went looking for some sticks that matched the little list of requirements he had been given. A little side quest, he thought of it as. It gave him an excuse to go out and check out the little forest near their home. Admittedly, it was much later into the night than it should have been for him to be exploring since they had heard howls before, but Jackie was brave and strong. Even if something came after him, he’d be fine.

But something did come after him.

And it wasn’t a coyote.

It was a man. 

 A really weird man. A man who tried to grab his neck and instead bit down on Jackie’s arm when he broke free. The man didn’t seem to expect Jackie to fight back the way he did since he simply stood there as he ran back home.

Jackie rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie, looking at the two puncture wounds on his arm. He tried to figure out how the bite left the mark that it did. They were red and sore to the touch. Jackie knew he should have told the others about it and gotten them looked at, but that would have caused so much worry, and Jackie would never be allowed to go out alone again. However, he might be losing the privilege regardless, given his current choices. 

“Shit.” Jackie cursed when he pressed too hard on the mark, and it sent a jolt of pain through his arm, almost like a quick zap of electricity. “Man…I think I messed up.” He hugged his knees to his chest, telling himself he should get up and go, but he couldn’t. He needed something and had no idea what that need was for. “Oh, not now.” Jackie groaned when he heard voices coming down the alley. He really didn’t want to deal with people. A rarity for him, so that meant he really didn’t want people around him. 

“Leave me alone!” One of the voices stood out, filled with fear. “Help! Someone help!” Jackie quickly scrambled to his feet, unable to stop himself from running over. “Help!” He saw a young man being held by two others, a third digging through a backpack, tearing out books and papers from it. 

“Would you shut up!?” One of the men snapped, yanking on the smaller man’s arm and getting him to yelp in pain. 

“Hey! Stop!” Jackie felt a voice in the back of his head yelling at him that this was a bad idea. Standing alone took so much effort from his body. He was weak and hungry. Nothing was right, and a fight should be the last thing on his mind. 

“Buzz of kid, don’t try being a hero.” The man with the bag scoffed. 

“I’m not trying. I am a hero.” Jackie puffed his chest out, trying to appear tough despite the hollow feeling behind his eyes. 

“This is annoying.” The man stood up, pulling a pocket knife out. “You don’t want to get involved in this, alright? It’s none of your business. Just go home and let us do our work.” 

“Yeah, no.” Jackie took a step forward and watched as the man reacted.

The world felt slower.

The knife went toward him, and he simply swiped it aside, like knocking away a cobweb. He took another step and threw a punch, fist connecting with the man’s nose. He could hear and feel the cracking of it. 

“Holy shit!” One of the other men yelled. Jackie’s eyes widened as the man he punched held his face, blood gushing from his shattered nose, seeping between his fingers. He didn’t mean to hit him that hard. It was just supposed to be a quick jab. 

“I…” Jackie looked at his hand, blood on his fist. 

Red… dripping…blood.

Jackie thickly swallowed. The scent was so…oh it was so good. Tempting. Alluring. 

A new ache was beginning to form in his mouth, and he didn’t care. Jackie brought his hand to his mouth and dragged his tongue along it. That rich iron taste of blood felt like a blessing, just barely scratching at satisfying his need. 

“Dude! The hell!?” Jackie heard the shout. Heard the disgust in their voice, but he didn’t hear them. He didn’t hear anything anymore. Didn’t hear the screams, didn’t hear the cries of fear and comments on his body. All he could focus on was the blood. That sweet, delicious, precious blood that was going to waste as it fell to the ground. 

Jackie’s body started moving on its own, sights only on the man bleeding. Newfound instincts took over as he caught the man, tearing at the collar of his shirt to expose more of his neck. He could see the pulsing of the vein, knowing that more blood was hiding from him and that all he had to do was-

Jackie bit down, sinking fangs into the flesh, popping through and opening the thick vein, and allowing mouthful after mouthful of blood to be sucked out. Each swallow filled Jackie with a comforting warmth, holding him, embracing him, finally getting that need to calm down, to give him back his strength. 

The man could only cry, helplessly punching at Jackie, begging, pleading to be let go. But he was trapped, hits getting weaker and weaker, and Jackie drank and drank and drank. 

Until there was nothing left. 

Nothing more came out. 

He was dry. 

Jackie dropped the body and gasped for air he didn’t need anymore. 

He swallowed the lingering taste on his tongue, and as he calmed, reality sank in. 

“S-Sir?” Jackie squeaked out. “Sir…are you…sir?” He saw the emptiness in the man’s eyes…in the corpse’s eyes. “I…did I…” 

His hands were caked in blood. He could feel it rolling down his chin and neck, soaking the collar of his hoodie. Jackie took a step back, believing that something was squeezing his throat with how tight his chest was. 

“N-No…No, I-I didn’t…I…” Jackie fumbled and fell back, eyes never leaving the body. “Sir?” He tried despite knowing the truth. “Sir, please. Sir, get up.” 

If the man moved, then it didn’t happen, right?

He didn’t-

He didn’t kill him…

Right?

“Jackie! Jackie!” Chase’s voice called from further away, searching for his friend. “Jackie!” 

“I-I was…I was just hungry.” Jackie whispered to himself. “I…please…please.” He didn’t know who he was begging to. He just wanted someone, anyone, to listen. To help him. 

“Jackie!” Chase’s voice was louder, getting closer as he finally found him. “Jackie are-oh, fuck!” He shouted at seeing the body. 

“Ch-Chase?” Jackie looked up, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I didn’t...I didn’t mean to.” 

“Fucking hell, Jackie.” Chase breathed out, not knowing what else to say yet. “Fucking hell.” He repeated and crouched down. “Are you hurt?” He asked, noticing the blood on him. “You…dude.” Chase’s thoughts shifted when he saw the red in Jackie’s eyes and the fangs stabbing into his lower lip. 

“Help.” Jackie’s voice cracked, and he wrapped his arms around Chase, hugging him and trying to hide from what he’d done. From the life he took. “I couldn’t-I couldn’t stop.” His explanation was muffled, body shaking like before but from his own sobs this time. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t. I-I swear. I swear I didn’t.” 

“It’s okay, man, it’s okay.” Chase hugged Jackie back, glancing over at the body before quickly looking away. “We’ll get this figured out. We’ll call the others.” 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Jackie continued his cries. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry.”

[racoonpookiedepartment]

My “Kinktober” day 3

Chris’s Accident (hands + uniform)

Chris Redfield was a soldier working for the BSAA, while he was an extremely strong soldier, he was also very angry almost all the time.

it was easy for him to quickly get frustrated, you were his assigned (Male) nurse and you saw him in every emotion there was

You've seen him when he was upset, when he was angry, when he was sad, when he was confused and mostly when he was in heat, you'd always know because of the puppy eyes he'd give you at certain positions

Besides that he would always make sly flirty comments about how he loved seeing you in your uniform and whenever you had to be handsy, he always complimented your hands. He would go on and on about how soft they were and how much he liked when you touched him.

Chris was very simple, for almost any problem he had, he would vent to you about things that upset him and even when he was angry. It was just being close friends with him. but to him it meant much more, you didn't realize it until you started to see how he was reacting recently.

he started to come in for the smallest of injuries, even coming just for "check up" you got the feeling that he did it on purpose because he knew you'd have to touch him all over to find his “injury”

he came in again for a small injury and you knew you were about to get a wild story from how he walked in, his face was already red with anger. He came into the room and closed the door behind him. You listened to him rant and you patch up some scrape he got, and after he was done you asked if he had anything else that needed to be checked. He had a bad fall and wanted you to check his thigh for a bruise.

as he stood up and you kneeled to unbuckled his pants, you glanced upwards and Chris looked away with red cheeks. you pulled down his pants and even as he was soft there was a large bulge in his boxers, you had to stay professional so you didn't comment on it

"ok this might sting" you warn, you gently rub up and down his left leg, he had no reaction. you switch over to the right side and he grunts when your hand passes over his right thigh

"fuck, be gentle would you?" he suggested,

"i did tell you it might sting" you reply, you grab some solution and take some of it into your hand

"this will be cold, but you'll feel better ok?" you warn, chris nods

"Just go slow ok?" he asks, you nod in agreement and slowly rub the sore spot on his thigh, you expected him to curse and maybe even grip onto something but, he reacted much differently. he grunted, but not the pain kind, the gratifying kind

"dont stop.. fuck" he muttered under his breath

"Feeling better already?" you ask sarcastically

"much...better" he replied breathily, you couldn't not notice but he was getting hard, you were inches away from his crotch afterall. he looked down when he noticed that you noticed his boner, he quickly put his hands over it and turned out of embarrassment

"s- sorry, i didn't mean to do that" he muttered

"its fine, not the first time that's happened" you reassured, he turned back when you said that though

"Wait really? who?" he asked, you didn't expect him to get possesive about that

"well, half the people that come through here" you reply, chris turned back around

"so.. you don't mind?" he asks

"not at all" you state, you realized you were still on your knees and changed your position

"can i ask you something then?" he questioned

"Sure, what is it?" you reply, you got seated in your chair and chris on the examining bed. a few seconds passed before he spoke again, he twiddled his fingers and took a breathe before asking

"am i.. am i the biggest?" he asked, the question caught you off guard you even choked on your drink

"I'm sorry, the biggest what?" you asked

"am i the biggest bulge you've seen?" he asked, you were thinking of how to professionally answer the question without losing your job

"Well, i can't accurately comment on your.. size, since it's only a bulge" you reply

"want to see it accurately then?" he asked with a smirk, unfortunately while on the clock you have to decline.

"i.. How about we finish helping your thigh, we can continue this conversation another time" you state firmly, Chris sighs in disappointment and stands back up. you go back to rubbing the cold solution on his thigh and him grunting at the feeling, this time you notice a wet spot growing at the height of the bulge and chris was shuddering slightly, you stopped rubbing on the solution and just looked up at chris, his eyes were wide shut like he was concentrating.

"Chris?" you called, you were thinking off a few reasons why he was shuddering and none of them were good.

"Hey.. why'd you stop?" he asked when he opened his eyes to see yours peering back his bulge jumped.

"Chris i can't continue the procedure like this- your sentence was cut off by him pleading

"no no, please don't stop, please" he begged

"i.. okay" you didn't have much to say, so you do as Chris asked and keep rubbing his thigh.

Chris's groaning got harsh and the wet spot only got worse, there was a rule that you were allowed to "take care" of a patient if their erection was in their way, so you did just that.

Chris threw his head back immediately when he felt your cold hands wrap around his thickness

"Fuck.. fu- ng FUCK" he groaned as he painted your face, you didnt expect him to shoot that hard from just rubbing his thigh.

"Sorry I didn't mean to… Cum on you like that" he apologized, you couldn't really respond with how his fluids were all over your face but you waved it off. You did open your mouth to speak but some of the fluids dropping into your mouth stopped from speaking

Chris took notice and smirked. He was getting softer but he was still dripping, you found yourself licking at every drop that would slip down to your lips and you couldn't stop

“Taste good?” chris asked with a smirk, you reluctantly nodded

“Open wide, you get the last drop” he stated, you opened up your mouth and Chris squeezed the last drop of cum out of his cock and it dripped onto your tongue. After you swallowed Chris smirked again

“We should do this more often” he offered

[letters-adressed-to-the-fire]

pov: you’re addicted to the “if-onlys” (or me when I’m over-analyzing Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus)

Yes, I’m gonna analyze the entire song. No, I don’t need an introduction. Yes, let’s dive into it.

Let’s start with the very interesting use of the word "hologram".

"Your hologram stumbled into my apartment"

We’ve seen Taylor use "phantom" and "ghost" to talk about past relationships in other songs (for example: loml), but we’ve never seen her use "hologram." Why? Well, this suggests she might be talking about something more present, as if the relationship had become so worn out that he stopped being a real person to her and turned into a hologram—something close yet untouchable.

But, this line, followed by “hands in the hair of somebody in darkness” paints a picture of someone cheating. So, even if Taylor intended this, the ambiguous nature of the verse means it’s necessary to approach it from a different angle too.

Yes, the idea of her coming into her apartment and being followed by the presence of the person she loved, does resembles the idea of a ghost. But the use of "hologram" indicates something different this time, she’s talking about the person’s current actions, and given Taylor’s past relationships with famous people, it makes sense that she would know when they started seeing someone new.

So, what does this mean? With these lines Taylor is bringing a completely different emotion to the song, one that permeates throughout: The rarely discussed how, when someone you loved starts moving on, you’re left wondering, "Why am I staying behind?" and "Why does it still hurt?"; and how this can lead to drowning in "what ifs" and trying to remember why it didn’t work out.

"As the decade would play us for fools And you saw my bones out with somebody new Who seemed like he would've bullied you in school"

In the same note, this part of the verse mirrors Taylor's narrative but from the guy’s point of view. She’s now saying the same thing happened to him.

There’s something common in both perspectives tho, Taylor is not just saying “you’re with someone else”, she’s saying “you’re with someone else and that makes me angry”. In the first lines, the mention of names like "Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus" emphasizes her anger and condescension, showing that she doesn’t care about the specifics of who he’s with, just that it’s not her. Paralleling this, the line “who seemed like he would’ve bullied you in school” suggests she’s trying to provoke her ex by mentioning something that would bother him, not because the new partner is a bully (obviously), but because it’s a sore spot for her ex.

"And I just watched it happen" "And you just watched it happen"

Here, we are already introduced to one of the key elements of the song: the act of watching. Throughout all the song, Taylor will resort to this bit to depict a sense of helplessness.

In the first verse, it is used to portray how both parts of the relationship watched each other drift apart without trying to reconcile.

“And I couldn't watch it happen” “And you just watched it”

In the second verse, she couldn’t bear to watch, indicating she took action to stay away from him; which was also possible because the guy didn’t do anything to stop her.

“Like it never happened?” “It just didn't happen”

By the third verse, she dropped this act of watching, now she’s stating facts and contemplating whether pretending it never happened is a viable way to move on.

Now, we’ll move to the chorus.

To start, we need to discuss the double meaning behind the line “I loved you the way that you were”: Did he love her for who she was without needing to change, or did he only love a past version of her? Both interpretations are equally devastating.

“If you wanna tear my world apart Just say you've always wondered”

Then we are presented to the most heart-wrenching part of the song. Taylor is already wondering, and it would destroy her to know she’s not alone in this. This could mean either she’s hoping to get back together, or she fears she’ll never move on. Imagining a scenario where they meet years later and he admits he’s always wondered about their potential could terrify her, showing how significant this person was to her.

*Part 2 in a few days!!! I'll be discussing some metaphors and some alternative interpretations (because I'm me and I love to complicate things)*

[ronwestbreeze]

TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER TWENTY - ONE

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: those that wake from nightmares, whisper together in the aftermath

word count: 1.1k

author's note: this is a short chapter but very relevant, definitely not filler so don't skip! anyway, enjoy!

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Year 2162

The nightmares came again one night.

You didn’t remember much of it but you saw the fire, you heard the screams, and you saw Quaritch. That was enough to shake you from your sleep. The sky was still dark and the forest was quiet. It had to have been early dawn or perhaps you hadn’t really slept that long, you could never tell with these days. Besides, you were honestly surprised you were able to sleep with how sore you’ve been lately.

Neytiri was still fast asleep. But the spot next to her was empty. This was a first. Usually, when you woke up from a nightmare like now, you looked to the others to find comfort in their presence. Sometimes finding Jake’s hand and weaving your fingers through them, squeezing his fingers until you were able to fall back to sleep. But now, Jake was missing. And you were a little curious and worried at the same time.

Carefully, you slipped out of the hammock, careful not to wake the others as you did. As quietly as you could, you wandered away in search of your husband. Fortunately, you did not have to wander too far. You found him near a small river, sharpening his blade when you approached.

His hair was down and curtaining his face when you squatted down next to him. Jake’s ear twitched, telling you he heard you coming. 

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Instead you watched him carefully, trying to read his expressions which you’ve found yourself learning with the time you’ve spent with him.

“Talk to me, Jake.” You say quietly for him to hear. “And don’t lie. I can tell when something’s bothering you.”

Jake sighed and stopped his movements with sharpening the knife. You placed a hand on his tense shoulder as he spoke, “Earth’s dying. That hasn’t changed no matter how we look at it.” You frowned as he looked at you, worry written on his tired features. It looked like he hadn’t slept, not just now, but for a while. You wondered how long this had been happening and why you hadn’t noticed until now. “They could come back someday, Y/N. And I don’t…I don’t know what I would do if our family had to be put through war. If we had to be put through another war.” He grabbed your hand, placing the blade in it, “I don’t know what I would do if I lost them. Or you lose you again because of it. So, please…” He ducked his head down to look at the knife he placed in your hand, whispering, “please tell me I’m being paranoid. Tell me that I have nothing to worry about. Tell me that it’s all in my head…”

Your heart was heavy. And your silence was enough of an  answer. 

God, you wished you could tell him he was being paranoid, that you were also being paranoid with all these nightmares. But there was some form of truth, some part of you that always knew—or was worried about the day the Sky People would return. Because Jake was right. Earth was dying. And now that the Sky People knew about Pandora, there was no way in hell they were just going to let what happened those years ago go.

Not thinking about it, trying to focus on the positives, didn’t make it any less true. But you would try. You had decided since you had gotten your second chance that you weren’t going to waste this new life away, constantly worrying about dangers and what you had to do to prevent it from harming your family. Yes, it was always good to be prepared, but you couldn’t allow yourself to fall into a constant cycle of worry. And you wouldn’t allow it for Jake either.

When Jake saw that you hadn’t responded, he sighed and faced the river with a long look. You placed the blade down and scooted closer to him, until your sides were pressed together, feeling each other’s warmth in the chilly night air.

“If that day were to come,” His jaw clenched at your words but you hugged his arm, comforting him as you continued, “I know you will protect this family no matter what. I know that Neytiri would protect this family no matter what. And I know I will as well. And if we did have another war—”

“I don’t want to fight.” Jake shook his head, massaging his face exhaustedly. “And I sure as hell don’t want our children fighting. I just…I’m done fighting. I’m done with war. I’m done with losing people…all I want to do is cherish every moment I spent with this family…but then I realize that this clan needs to be prepared, needs to be protected in case that day does come—”

“And when that day comes, we will be prepared.” You assured him, squeezing his arm as you did. “Jake, I understand you. Believe me, I do. There is not a single day that goes by where I don’t think about what would happen if the Sky People came back…these days it’s been too often…”

There was a quiet pause between the both of you. After a few seconds of hesitating, you took his hand and slowly guided it toward your stomach. Jake instantly looked toward you, eyes wide when he realized, when he felt your stomach.

“I went to see Mo’at earlier today.” You said simply, a slow smile reaching your lips.

Jake grabbed your face, pressing a kiss against your lips before pulling away to stare at you with a mixture of disbelief, happiness, and utter worry. “W-When…When did you know?”

You shrugged, looking down at your stomach, “I didn’t feel much like myself yesterday. Thought I was sick at first so I went to Mo’at today just to give me some medicine. Then she told me I was pregnant—”

Your words turned to a small squeal when Jake lifted you up into a hug, the both of you now standing. “I love you so much!” He said breathlessly, pressing his face into your neck once he put you down. “I can’t believe it…”

“You’re not nervous?” You asked, despite yourself. Jake pulled away slightly to look at you curiously. “I mean—do you think I will be a good mother?”

Jake smiled softly, caressing your cheek, “I can’t believe you don’t see what I see. You’ll be an amazing mother, Doc. I know that for certain.”

Teary eyed, you pulled him back into a hug, allowing yourself to relish this moment of happiness. “We’re going to be okay. That I believe.”

He pressed a long kiss against your cheek before muttering against your skin, “Hopefully it’s twins.”

You cocked your head back, “Shut up, Sully.”

“What? I was a twin! It’s about time I had some!”

“You’re out your damn mind!”

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[beevean]

What did you think of Annette from Castlevania: Nocturne? Personally, her altered background did nothing but add even more filler nonsense on what is already a cramped season. And even then, her character arc took up more attention than Richter's, which is quite appalling since her arc had nothing to do with the main storyline (all it did was drag the show even more).

Not to mention, she spent most of the season hating on Richter for no reason, calling him a "child" and "useless as fuck" on certain occasions. I also can't forgive her for chastising Richter as a coward when he ran away at the sight of his mother's killer, when she literally blew their plan at the Chateau and indirectly killed Edouard when she saw Vaublanc, her mother's killer. And even then, no one blamed her for that, which makes it even worse since she constantly makes everything about her and her tragic past as a slave.

So the sudden hint at their romance was both cheap and forced as their chemistry is non-existent throughout the story. I still remember how Steve Stark, a background designer for both Netflixvania shows, fighting against the fans for this decisions, claiming:

"Go complain about something that matters."

Which by itself is a self-own. If it didn't matter like you claimed, why go through such lengths to change her entire character. Surely it must matter to you.

N!Annette should've been an original character while the original Annette is left well enough alone (to which I'm trying to do in the rewrite). And to dunk on the people who would say that game Annette had no personality and is pointless, need I remind you that Rosaly from Curse of Darkness never appeared in the game at all yet the writers behind the manga dedicated their time to flesh her out in the manga itself. So it's not the characters that are the problem, it's the writers.

Sorry about that whole rant. Caught myself blabbering there.

She is not a character. She is discourse bait, and as such, I don't engage with her or the discourse surrounding her seriously.

You pretty much said everything. Annette is insufferable because in theory her flaws make sense. She's brash, angry, has little patience for anyone, wants to do things her own way, maybe even looks down on "privileged" people out of mistrust and bitterness: all behaviors that I can see stemming from the background of a runaway slave. Her breakdown indirectly causing Edouard's death? We have a decent conflict here! (ignoring the fact that Edouard is also not a character so I don't really feel anything for him.) But then she becomes utterly infuriating when the asshole dares to make fun of Richter for his lack of magic, when he all but told her that he lost his powers due to his mother's death - or at the very least, he told her that his dead mother could do magic and maybe that would be a sore spot for him! And the worst part is, Maria and Tera are standing there with no reaction! Tera, you useless idiot, this stranger that already proved herself unreliable is pushing your adopted son's trauma button! Do something!

Same when Ricther runs away, she is all too happy to insult him, call him "useless as fuck", and you think that Cecile would knock some sense into her and be like "hey girl you also ran away from the man who hurt you and killed your mother, maybe don't be so quick to judge", but noooooooo we need to talk about how Annette's character is literally "ex-slave" (hey she says it, not me), culminating in her saying "as if those french people could ever understand us!" woman what is you doing could we please talk about Annette now and stop coddling her????????

And you can look around and think, oh, maybe they're right. Evil, violence, and oppression everywhere. Even these French with their high ideals. What do they know about what we've suffered? And what do they care? They'll build their new world, but it won't be freedom or equality or brotherhood for us.

You were drawing a parallel and trying to teach her empathy for someone that, before being a white European, is a victim of vampires and evil just like her, and you end up telling her that no one else will have empathy for her??????????

And remember: Richter likes this asshole so much that the memory of her is what unlocks his magic! Not his mother. Not his grandfather. This stranger who has been cordial at best, and antagonistic at worst. what's with these shows and having the most godawful romance stories this side of twilight

So the sudden hint at their romance was both cheap and forced as their chemistry is non-existent throughout the story.

Annette suffers from a similar problem as Sypha and Isaac: they're stuck in the role their videogame counterparts have, even when it makes no sense. Sypha bullies Trevor as much as Alucard does, and in fact she seems to like the latter more (when Alucard is a cock to Trevor and he understandably lashes out back, Sypha tells him to grow up, the absolute fuck), but oh wait, she needs to fuck Trevor as per canon! So she travels with him and they're suddenly all cutey and lovey. Isaac is forced to resent Hector for his "betrayal" of Dracula, when if you watch the season, Isaac should only blame himself for being an utter negligent dumbass in regards to Carmilla, who was the real mastermind and he knew it. Annette is nothing but scornful towards Richter, but we need to push them together because hey Annette was meant to be the love interest, and the writing is even worse here because at least Trepha takes two seasons to become canon, but here we go from "stupid Belmont, useless as fuck" to them blushing together in the span of, like, seven episodes?

If it didn't matter like you claimed, why go through such lengths to change her entire character. Surely it must matter to you.

And this is what I mean with "discourse bait". Nothing about Annette is genuine. She is a stereotypical, safe, flat character, she's both the "tough girlboss who is mean to nearly everyone but we swear she's kind inside!" and the "tough black woman with a slave past, tragic enough to make her badass but without more questionable parts like her for example betraying fellow slaves to save her own skin" (so that you get called sexist and racist if you don't like how much of an ass she is! How convenient. Even though I'd argue is much more racist that she freed herself with god powers rather than her own human ingenuity...); and on top of that she's derivative from a game character, a fairly minor one too, so that if you don't like that she has "replaced" the original you can be told that you are, once again, racist, and anyway the original Annette was bad anyway so why would you care, you stupid purist? They did the same with Isaac, before he became the Gary Stu of the story.

And this is why the genuine racists who don't have a better argument against her than "muh wokeflix, how dare they have black people in my fantasy series" piss me off. You are poisoning the well. Stop it. Get better arguments.

And to dunk on the people who would say that game Annette had no personality and is pointless, need I remind you that Rosaly from Curse of Darkness never appeared in the game at all yet the writers behind the manga dedicated their time to flesh her out in the manga itself. So it's not the characters that are the problem, it's the writers.

You can make the same argument with nearly every character in both shows. The hints of personality are there, they only need to be fleshed out! Rosaly was fleshed out into being more than a "kind girl": she became too kind, and stubborn and naive and suffering from loneliness, and that made her interesting while still keeping true to her general archetype and role! They could have deduced from the games that Trevor is a charismatic, friendly individual with a hotheaded streak, instead of turning him into the most cliché cynical drunkard! They could have deduced from the games that Annette, despite her role as damsel in distress, has a lot of courage, from the scene where she nearly kills herself out of spite for Dracula, instead of a generic badass with godlike powers! But no character is kept faithful, there was no respect or care for anything, nothing but inflated superiority that they can do better (with fans sadly agreeing), everyone is just a bunch of OCs masquerading as canon characters for the sake of being clapped for "fixing" the stupid writing of the games, even when said characters were already fleshed out enough like Alucard or the Devil Forgemasters so they really had no "muh 8-bit game" excuse (and if they couldn't keep Isaac's flamboyant personality then they're just homophobic cowards)

tl;dr i don't like annette and i can only hope that alucard hijacks the story so much that she'll have minimal screentime. i mean he's hardly better, but at least i can call him a cunt without risk of getting doxxed or shit

[peachymilkandcream]

Someone To Love|Part 2|Reiner x Jealous Reader

(A/N: It's kind of nice and out of my normal style to write a much more wholesome romance, but I can't say I dislike it. You gotta have the fluff with your angst. And since this is going with yandere Levi it's good to have a bit of a change of pace. Comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied nsfw, depression, attempted suicide, violence, general angst, slowburn, lowkey love triangle with a happy ending, not a warning but Reiner calls you nicknames instead of y/n (because I personally can't stand it)

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It felt like the air had been knocked out of her lungs.

"An Island Devil?"

"I know, it's crazy, trust me I already know that. Especially after everything they did to Bertholdt and Annie. I don't know, I just feel...good about myself and safe around her."

She clears her throat, trying to keep the wad of emotion down in her chest so it doesn't spill out all at once. "And you say her name is Evelyn? I..uhm- tell me about her-"

Reiner leans back with a shy smile. "Well for starters she's short, really short, but she's also fun, and super sweet, an impressive fighter, and pretty on top of that. Like the ultimate package."

"How did you meet her?"

"When I was under cover she was one of the Scout officers, I didn't get to see a whole lot of her since she was part of Captain Levi's squad, but still. As far as Island Devils go she's one of the sweetest people I've ever met."

"Does she know who you are?"

Now Reiner frowns, apparently a sore spot for him. "Yes she does, when we fled I exposed who I was to her...and she said she hated me."

She tries to hide her relief with a deep breath, it wouldn't help anything to outwardly show how glad she was of that.

"So you'll never see her again."

"Until we return to Paradis to reclaim the Founder it seems unlikely." His mood changed, his tone becoming more and more depressed.

"That's too bad. She sounds wonderful."

"Yeah...she was." Reiner rests his elbow on the table, staring into the wooden pattern. "By now she's probably married off to Captain Levi, no screw that, why should I respect him with a title, to Levi."

"Who's Levi?" She didn't know who he was but if he was able to give Reiner closure with this unattainable crush she'd be thankful to him.

"Selfish bastard. Captain of the Survey Corps and man does he abuse that. Always unfairly punishing everyone and demanding respect." He shakes his head. "Creep watched Evelyn like some kind of sick stalker. There were many times I got punished for being anywhere near her. Asshole."

"Maybe you just didn't understand their dynamic?"

"Impossible, it was so obvious he was sick in the head. But no one saw it but me."

Bravely she reaches out to touch his hand. "It'll be okay Reiner, you can move on now. Forget about what happened their and live the rest of your life in peace."

"The rest of my life." He scoffs. "What short time I have left."

The thought made her wince, but he had a point. If she didn't try harder he'd be killed and they'd never have that life she dreamed of, even if it was for a short time.

"That's why you need to make the most of it."

Reiner nods, taking in her words. "You're right, sitting here sulking over what could have been won't get me anything but wasted time." A smile comes to his face. "Thanks kid, you always make me believe in myself."

She blushed a little at the nickname, even after all of this he still saw her as the same girl from their childhood. "No problem, you're my friend and I want to help you."

Reiner's face turns solemn again but before he can speak his mind a soldier comes up to their table.

"Reiner Braun, Commander Magath has sent for you."

"Right now? Is it urgent?"

"He said to come right away."

Reiner offers an apologetic glance before standing and hurrying to follow the young soldier, leaving her alone.

She couldn't put her finger on it, but she had a bad feeling about all of this.

[84reedsy]

The Mentorship, Part 16

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 16 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

Word Count: 2370

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8

Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 (will update with links)

Tag List: @writeandsurvive @theweaselandthekilt (feel free to ask to be added)

Brinkley missed training with Curt. Scott and Kevin were great, but there was something different about learning from two people. Some of it was contradictory and therefore confusing. She was also fairly sure Kevin was a sadist who was out to cause her as much pain without leaving marks as much as he could.

But she had learned how to land a decent, loud chest chop that left a mark without killing her hand. But she still could feel the heat of Kevin’s open palm on her skin, he made sure to show her how not to do them as well, that is unless she was handing out receipts.

“Pretty sure he's just doing this to get a chance at touching my boobs,” Brinkley looked at the red handprint that was quickly dissipating. At least he kept them high and didn't land a cheap lower shot.

“Who could blame him?” Scott stared at her chest for a moment, “He did fess up and tell me he saw ‘em,” he smirked at her.

“What?? When? Oh….Omaha wasn't it,” she recalled him helping her put her top on. He hadn't obviously ogled her, but she was sure it was hard not to look at all, “And here I thought he was trying to just be a nice guy.”

“Yeeeep, he congratulated me,” Scott pulled on his knee pads, “Told him they get plenty of attention. And I’m sure he was being a nice guy, but…it’s boobs, baby. We’re guys…we’re gonna look at boobs,”

“Can't tell you how flattering it is to hear how you boys talk about my tits,” she rolled her eyes, but was indeed a little flattered that after all of the women they'd seen, they still found hers noteworthy. But she couldn’t help but hear the hypocrisy, she could imagine he wouldn’t be too thrilled if she was ogling the dicks flopping around in the locker room and then chatting hip the girls backstage about them.

Scott watched her as he laced up his boots. He should tell her how he felt soon. She put up with a lot on the road including his mood swings and drunken behavior and still was just as interested in him as she was on day one. She complimented him well, too. She made him want to be better - he hoped that part would last.

“You know,” she knew there was never a good time to bring it up, “We are going to have to work on the match. With Curt…” she was too inexperienced to work this match on the fly and they all knew it. She would have loved to have the four of them practice in a ring like before.

She'd seen Kevin and Curt speaking, but Scott was still icing him out. She definitely felt the dichotomy of the situation. On one hand, she felt protected by Scott, on the other, she just wanted to move past this and go back too how things used to be with Curt.

If only she knew what “used to be” meant.

“I know,” Scott’s tone turned more serious, “We can figure something out, if that's what you want,” he stated flatly.

“He and I talked a little. Said everything that needed to be said. I think we are in an ok place,” she knew this topic was a sore spot for him, but it was an elephant in the room they could no longer ignore.

“As long as you're ok, baby girl, so am I,” Scott said, his tone still serious, “Oh…and that reminds me,” his intonation changed.

She looked up at him, pausing from tying her own boots.

“Have you given any more thought to maybe messing around with Kev?” Scott watched her carefully. He could see that it still made her uncomfortable. It had been a couple of weeks since he brought it up. He guessed it wasn't likely in the cards. He was a little jealous that she had done it for Curt, but had to remind himself that her consent had not been part of the deal.

And he remembered the relieved look on her face when she'd realized it was him.

He had to wonder if she got a couple of drinks in her if she might change her mind.

“I haven’t really thought that much more about it…,” She admitted, “Would it make things weird? Have you guys done this before?” She had questions, but hadn’t been sure how to ask them. She noticed that Scott seemed flustered, unprepared for follow up questions.

“I don’t think it’ll make things any different. Not like Kev’s gonna fall for you or anything,” He could have kicked himself for how cold that sounded, he was not selling this well at all. He cleared his throat a little, “And there’s been a couple times over the last decade…” He tried to qualify it with a long time frame so it didn’t seem as frequent.

Brinkley nodded, not faulting him for his honesty, “Can I have a little more time?” She asked as she stood and straightened her outfit in the mirror.

“Baby, take all the time you want,” Scott walked up behind her, running his hands down her arms. She turned, reaching up on her tiptoes and softly kissed him. At that moment, Curt walked into the locker room and Brinkley felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Curt did not make eye contact with either of them, but Scott stared him down.

“Brink, why don't you give us a minute,” Scott asked, requesting that she leave the locker room. She looked worriedly between the two. She didn't want them to have it out right before Curt's match.

“It's fine, Brinkley,” Curt had to guard himself from calling her ‘baby girl’, he was still trying to gauge Scott’s mood. If he had to take a shot, he would, but any more and a full blown fight might break out.

She looked at Scott once more, still reluctant to leave.

“Brink” Scott asked once more, nodding his head toward the door. She left this time, pacing up and down the hallways nearby, never hearing a raised voice or the din of anything violent. She wondered what the world they could still both be saying. Her mind made the dark, but amusing joke that they were working out a schedule for her so she could fuck them both without stepping on each other’s toes. She decided to keep that one to herself.

Unable to stand the anxiety, she walked beyond that hallway, trying to distract herself with an informal Nitro Girls practice, letting Spice teach her some of the moves. It was a momentary fun distraction - she forgot about everything that had happened, even just for a moment. She wished she could confide in some of these women with what’d been happening, but she’d been so preoccupied with training or men that she hadn’t been particularly available to make many friends beyond who she rode with. And she could still hear Curt's warning of being careful of who to trust.

She could change that if she wanted, it would probably make time on the road more tolerable and keep her from grating on the guys’ nerves so much. She asked if she could hang out more often and at least Spice, Fyre, and Whisper seemed positive about it, none were particularly negative .

Brinkley left on her own for the gorilla, watching the time carefully. She found herself looking forward to those few moments before they walked through the curtain. She knew even that would stop soon once she transitioned over to the Outsiders. She wondered what the conversation had been and if Curt would tell her. She might be able to pry it out of him if she was slick about it.

She walked through the first curtains, relieved that Curt was already there, checking over his look in a mirror they kept in the corner. She noticed a spot he’d missed on the back of his shoulder that wasn’t oiled up. She grabbed the emergency bottle left in the gorilla for such a purpose and put a little in her hand.

She rubbed it on him without saying anything, glancing over to make sure he hadn’t missed anything else.

“Back to the green?” Curt questioned her original gear as he turned around and looked her over. She could have worn a trashbag and the crowd would have eaten it up.

“Yeah, don't wanna wear out the new stuff too fast. Plus you said these shorts make my ass look good,” she turned to show off her profile, “Still true,”

“Good to see you're still doing your squats,” he appreciated her display and her flirtatious banter, “worried you'd get lazy,”

“Not at all. In fact I've added another 25 pounds to it,” she bragged. He seemed to be in a decent mood, the conversation couldn't have been too bad, “When we get out to the ring…you can verify if you want,” she offered as his music started playing, sticking her tongue out at him. She knew she shouldn't offer such things. But it would help sell the kayfabe in the ring, she told herself.

Curt looked at her with much too serious of an expression, only grinning once they got to the ramp and he turned on his cocky charm.

He didn't so much smack it as subtly pat her backside as a football teammate would. He felt enough to know she was telling the truth. As he locked up with the jobber, he felt somewhat distracted and forgot the next few moves. He was good enough to fake through it. Part of him was irritated a bit that he let her get to him so easily, though.

Brinkley recognized his fog, jumping up on the apron as he elbowed the opponent in his face and leaned against the turnbuckle. She whispered the parts of the match she could remember. He would miss this when she was no longer his partner.

As she jumped down, she felt arms wrap around her middle and lift her from the ground. She recognized the thick, hairy forearms right away, still fighting against Scott though in all actuality she hadn’t been aware they were coming out to interfere. It was sometimes hard to keep a straight face working against Scott, she thought it might get easier the closer they got, but that wasn't always true.

She kicked and cussed at him, fans reaching out to pull him back but he stayed just out of their reach. She really tried to sell the struggle, nearly pulling him down to the ground with her.

“I like it when they fight back,” he murmured in her ear and she had to use all of her self restraint not to groan or give up struggling. She watched as Kevin kept Curt occupied as Scott started dragging her away, “Keep up that squirming, feels good against my dick,” he mumbled just low enough that the camera wouldn't pick it up.

“PUT ME DOWN ASSHOLE!” she screamed fighting against smiling, trying to thrash against him as he backed up the entrance way. She yelled out to Curt for help, he finally looked away from Kevin to see the ploy, amused at their impromptu setup. He booked it from the ring, taking the countout, but wailing on Scott who sold it beautifully. She joined in on stomping him just as Kevin yanked her by the wrist towards him. Curt switched targets aiming at Kevin now as he reached to grab Brinkley who Kevin held like a ragdoll on his hip.

She eventually swung her fist into his crotch, realizing it was a little more than a glancing blow and completely inadvertent. But he fell to his knees and loosened his grip on her, Curt grabbing her by the hand and pulling her back to him. He played up checking if she was ok as she pouted animatedly.

“Don't worry, baby, I won't let them get their hands on you,” Curt said loud enough for the camera. He enjoyed the way she hung off his shoulder until they got to the gorilla.

“What was that about?” She asked, knowing Scott and Kevin would be close behind.

“What? Didn't like it?” Curt laughed a little as the other two passed the curtain.

“Did you guys…were you all in on this?” She looked surprised between them.

“Figured you'd get a kick out of it,” Scott smirked, “You are getting a lot better at improvising,”

“Yeah…she got a kick out of it…” Kevin was a little more snide, his balls having taken the brunt of her blow, slightly sore.

“You guys…” she couldn't help but smile, knowing they came up with it together, “Does this mean we can practice the match tomorrow??” She was excited; the pay per view was just around the corner and she needed the practice to show creative she could actually work. She started to realize what the conversation had likely been about in the locker room - though it probably didn’t initially start that way.

However it had happened, she was thankful for peace being made.

“Yes and yes…” Scott took her hand again. She loved how often he would show displays of affection like this. The rest of the roster was used to seeing it by now, but sometimes some would make a playfully teasing comment, “we'll have all day tomorrow since we aren't on TV again until Thursday. And with all of us staying at my place,” Scott added at the end.

“Wait.. what?” She knew they were going to Orlando and that Scott and herself were staying at his house.

“Yeah, Kev, Curt, and a couple other guys will probably stop by to hang out tomorrow night…make a party out of it,” He shrugged.

Brinkley could hardly comprehend all the plans that had obviously been made unbeknownst to her. She couldn't say she was upset, if anything she was relieved that water seemed to be flowing under the bridge. But they would all be staying under one roof. The back of her mind spun a little bit with possibilities, though she tried to stifle it.

[katerinaptrv]

MING/JOE - SOL'S POV - ONESHOT

There was no secret for everyone that Ming was his nemesis. That was hatred at first sight for Sol since the first time they saw each other.

But in the end, Joe was his friend, even if he rejected his feelings and he wanted the other in his life. And that made Ming, or what Sol likes to call him in his head “the large size demanding spoiled baby” also a sort of constant in his life.

And for his friend's sake, he was forced to tolerate him. Tolerate being the keyword here, for both of them actually. Ming also despises him just the same, they just get used to being their normal and still having the other around.

No meaning they don't clash once and then, Joe doesn't usually get involved unless things get violent.

Actually it is kind of a sore spot for Sol. How quickly he will get between them if Sol gets violent with Ming, is not so quick when it's the other way around. Just saying, double standards much Joe, so unfair.

First time it happened they weren't even officially together then, it was way back on all that initial mess since Joe came back in the new body.

At first Sol did not even notice he was actually around, he was having a screaming match with Ming at the company. After the asshole really says something that gets on his nerves and he goes to punch him, suddenly his friend was there to catch his wrist, standing protectively in front of the other with eyes that said “use with your words, you can argue with him no punch him”. Sol found it very ironic since Ming's favorite way of solving arguments that escalated was punching people.

But well, his friend never was very sane about his reactions towards the brat, be it for himself or others.

Ever since everything was revealed his nemesis has been pulling out for entertainment. At first he did a lot more things with Joe, to help promote him but now his friend was higher up and kind of a famous actor, so he only does things with him once and a while.

Joe told him a P’Wut it was because he did not enjoy it, he only did in the past to try to find him in his missing years. He said the last part with those dreamy eyes he gets about him that Joe did not even try to hide from them anymore. Some days Sol indeed was very concerned for his friend's overhaul sanity.

And God forbid the spoiled asshole does something he does not want under his friend's watch. This also also a sore spot for Sol by the way, he thought that maybe after everything he would see a change of their dynamic and Joe would be less prone to cater the spoiled brat every wish. But he just set himself up for disappointment.

Even though he did not work, if Joe was working Ming show ups at set at least once most days in the afternoon.

And then Joe's attention goes all to him, his friend rarely makes breaks very focused on his work. But when the asshole shows up is a an automatic one, his friend's priority gets a brute turn to whatever the spoiled brat wants.

Today he must have wanted to be held, since Joe was sitting with him on his lap while they both had something to eat.

Sometimes he was horny and Joe and him would disappear to a bathroom or empty room and anyone passing close would be able to hear them. Sol had a very traumatizing personal experience.

P’Wut falled down in his moral stand along with Sol very fast, he did seem to keep some distrust for the past but his resolve fell around quickly by seeing how happy Joe was with him. And that is something Sol can't deny, unfortunately, his friend is happy having the asshole around, happier than they ever saw him.

His senior even criticized Sol, saying he was holding too much grudge and had a biased view. P’Wut did agree that Ming was a “large size demanding spoiled baby” and Joe was a mother hen following his whims. But because he wanted, that their friend was actually very content being the obsessive caretaker.

“One wants to be spoiled and the other to do the spoiling, this is why they work”. P’Wut said that his wife with her female sensibility helped him see it. “Besides he did change around Joe, and take care of him in his way, you are just blinded by your hatred to see it”.

And for being honest he was somewhat in the right. For example, it is very clear how much of a jealous possessive ass Ming was.

But most people just don't notice his friend is just the same, is just subtle, and he takes the “kill them with kindness" approach.

But once someone even hints at making a move on Ming, what surprisingly for Sol some deluded people did despite him being him and at all. Joe would teletransport there in a millisecond to stake his claim and scare the poor soul away with his smiles.

He was also very impressed that Joe is actually pretty normal about Ming's personal secretary Jim. Sol once even asked him but Joe seemed surprised at his claim, dismissing smiling “oh, Jim, no, he is fine, actually since he likes Mike he is actually an ally in helping taking care of Ming”.

That was also something he and P’Wut was introduced briefly later on. Ming's very complicated family, that actually helps anyone get his whole persona better.

Ming was the youngest, making his sister, brother and mother being as insane about him as Joe (Sol guesses these three get along pretty well). And that's probably why he ends up his entitled spoiled self.

But it seems to be a problem regarding his father, something that makes his friend very concerned and protective. And all the family seems to work very hard to try to keep those two apart.

So in the end, Sol didn't get them, not one bit

But his friend was alive and happy, so he respects it, because that's all that matters.

[elvenxwarrior]

Awakened Beast - Mammon

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WARNING: Smut, very kinky, exhibitionism, degrading nicknames, lots of cursing. Sorry I'm bad at content warnings. MINORS DNI.

Teasing Mammon may have not been the best idea.

A brief squeak left you when you felt the soft mattress of Mammon's bed had met your back, the snowy haired demon looming over you. His curled horns and bat-like wings were present in a split second; you safely assumed he was pissed.

"You better stop. Right. Now." Mammon's voice was low as he held you down. This side of him was surprising and it sent a flutter to your stomach. "Or..." He lowered his mouth to your ear, licking up its helix, "Do you wanna find out what happens if you don't~?"

"Bite me." You should not have called his bluff.

Because he did exactly that.

His teeth eagerly sank into your shoulder as he began to remove each piece of your clothing, practically tearing them off of your frame and throwing them somewhere else in the room.

"Do you want this, [Name]?" His voice was nothing more than a growl as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your underwear.

"Yes... please, Mammon, yes...!" You leant your body into his touch, giving him the perfect angle to line his cock up.

"I'm so happy you said that." He pressed his hips forward, slowly sinking himself fully inside you, letting out a deep groan.

As his cock went further into you, all you could let out was a breathless whine.

He pulled his hips back again, each movement like agony with how slow he was being. His smirk was one of power, the tip of this canines just touching his lower lip.

"M-Mammon..." You looked up at him with hazy eyes, "P... pl... please...!"

His smirk grew a little, "Awh, well since you asked so nicely~."

The sudden change of pace caused a warm surge through your whole body. He was relentless with a firm grip on your thighs, letting out low groans every so often.

"You fuckin' like that, human?" He asks, grasping a fistful of your hair and pulling it, "You like gettin' fucked by The Great Mammon?"

"Yes- Ah~!" Mammon hit a particular spot inside you, making your head roll back, "Yes~!!"

"Ah fuck~!" He looked down at you, panting desperately, "People pay decent money to fuck slutty holes like yours~," A growl left his throat between thrusts, "But I get it allllll for free~!"

"M-Mammon~! I'm gonna-"

"Me too, darlin'~! Let loose...~"

As you both reached your limit, Mammon buried his head into the crook of your neck, while your back arched up as far as it could.

After a moment's rest, you reached for your shirt, which happened to end up near the end of the bed with his haphazard throwing. Mammon suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you away from your target.

"Oh? You think we're fuckin' done?" He asks, grasping your wrist to help you up. Mammon saw that your legs practically weren't responding so gently set you to your knees. "You ready?"

"Y-... yes...!" Your desperate plea to get used by the second-born again was sweet music to his ears.

"Open."

He places his cock on your tongue, dragging it around it and sliding it from the tip, to completely in your mouth; his dick was soon fully submerged in your mouth.

"Let's finish then, huh, human?"

With a mouthful of dick, you managed to let out a faint 'Mmhmm!'

Mammon started thrusting into your mouth as soon as you gave the green light, not sharply or deep enough to cause you to gag - he knew your limits - but enough that your throat was bound to be sore in the morning. It was like he hadn't lost any stamina from previous actions, at least in the energy department.

"Fuck- Fuck- Oh fuck~!" His nails dug into your scalp, "C-Cumming-!"

Mammon let out a long, sigh-like moan as he emptied his second load into your mouth. "Don't swallow."

You tilted your head, 'Don't most partners want you to swall-'

"Open your fuckin' mouth."

Interrupting your thoughts, you saw Mammon holding his phone.

His thumb gently grazed your lips before slowly opening your mouth, letting the mix of his cum and your saliva drop to the floor and between your legs.

The demon above you snickered, "I reckon the guys'll enjoy this."

Both of your phones were pinging notifications like crazy for the rest of the night.