#and they cant do anything but watch thinking-

[mejaemin]

how to kick someone out of your house - park jisung

day one of my valentine’s day countdown! ♡

wc: 0.7k

summary: you and jisung would never host hangouts for the sole reason of hating the idea of having to kick them out. what better way to do so than avoiding it altogether?

warning: socially anxious ji and reader, this is literally so me, fluff, featuring the rest of dream! ji and reader get very much babied in this but its cute

an: this was heavily inspired by my own hatred for inviting people over, because jisung and reader’s dilemma is so real !!! how are you supposed to tell people when they need to leave ?!?! i feel like there isn’t a single way that isn’t like kinda mean

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the group is small, only being filled with jisung’s main friends but it feels so much bigger. they can get quite loud, altogether creating a sound loud enough to compensate for a small crowd. you’re tucked into his arm, watching a tv show that no one else is paying attention to while the boys engage in whatever wild conversation they’re having. some are making odd or inappropriate jokes, but you’re too preoccupied to laugh at any of it.

truthfully, you’d been dreading this get-together as soon as it was brought up. you already dealt with people enough today as work, but it was special for jisung and despite him not giving you much warning to mentally prepare, you still went to make him happy. it was quite overstimulating, and they’ve been over for quite a while, and you sleepily rub your eyes with a pout while you rest your head on jisung’s shoulder.

you can tell he’s starting to get there too, not being as responsive to the conversation. he leans back a little more against the couch, slouching and bringing you with him. after a few more detached responses, he pulls his phone from his pocket and begins texting you, looking at you expectantly.

ji 🐹: do you also really want everyone to go home or is it just me?

you: no, me too.. i’m so tired i can barely keep my eyes open ;(

ji 🐹: this is why i hate having them over.. how am i supposed to say, “i’m tired, can you get out now?” that’s so scary (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

you: babyyy i cant do it either.. i’m no better than you!

ji 🐹: maybe we just fall asleep here? do you think they’ll get the message?

you: let’s do it!! anything to avoid having to say it out loud..

after shutting both your phones, you can’t help but giggle at your conversation. you’re both so similar, anxious and dreading the idea of confrontation. jisung’s arm wraps around your shoulder a little tighter, allowing you to rest your head on his. with your knees to your chest, you bring the blanket a little closer, covering you and him (mostly you) with it. you pull the oversized hood of jisung’s hoodie over your head, and finally let your eyes shut. eventually he falls silent and the weight of his head lands on yours, and you eventually fall asleep. one of the many skills you’ve developed since dating jisung was the ability to tune out his friends voices, and it’s something you’re very grateful for in this moment.

after a good while, your eyes finally open, and your heart nearly leaps out of its chest. everyone’s gone now, and not only is it dead silent but the lights were shut off. when you pull out your phone, immediately going to check the whereabouts of your guests, you finally relax into the back of the couch. the boys left messages in your shared group chat, taking pictures of you two sleeping while cooing about ‘how cute the babies are when they’re sleepy’ and how they were ‘soso responsible and helped put you both to bed’. looking down, you see the fluffy comforter from jisung’s bed over your laps. next to you, the boy himself is still asleep, neck in an incredibly uncomfortable position as he drools into his hand.

snapping a picture, you send it to them with a thank you message before shutting your phone off and kissing jisung awake. his brows furrow, putting his hands out in front of him as he sits up.

“hey, don’t.. don’t do that when they’re.. oh.” always so shy in front of his friends, he leans away from your lips before his eyes fully open and he notices their departure.

you smile, albeit tiredly, using your sleeve to wipe the corner of his mouth before leaning in to give him a hug. he thanks everything he loves that the lights are off, hiding his flushed cheeks while you do so.

sitting up, you take a minute to stretch. “they left, finally.”

he’s already up, taking the blankets in one arm and yours in the other to take you back to his bedroom. “oh, i’m so happy our plan worked. i was really dreading having to say something…”

he lays down first, opening an arm for you to rest your head on before pulling both blankets over your bodies. nuzzling your head against his shoulder you get comfortable again, ready to fall back asleep. you don’t even bother saying anything, simply nodding in response. you’re too sleepy to continue making conversation, and you know he is too, both of you drained from having to talk to people for so long.

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[kongkhoi]

taking rins virginity......

make him lay down and coax him into your wet heat and watch him. watch him try to catch his breath. sit there for a while. kiss at his neck. keep his hands trapped under your thighs so he cant do anything. not like he has the brainpower to anyway.

and it's new! strange, new, mind melting stimulation. and you feel so warm, so warm around him, he thinks he'll die.

he instinctually bucks his hips up to his own chagrin—a big mistake, because it makes him whine and stutter even more desperately.

in fact, he's being a little loud.

"rin-san," you coo. and you can swear you feel him twitch from the tinge of a smile in your voice. "what would your teammates say if they heard you like this?"

he can barely muster a 'shut up', and even then the sound of his voice so shaky makes the tips of his ears flush redder. i sound like a girl from a shitty porno, he thinks. though his breaths are heavy and his head is light despite his complaining.

rin itoshi cums, way too easily, right then and there, when you shift your head to make out. all lazy and languid, no movement necessary.

[dollhouse-lied]

Creepypasta sex headcannons: updated!

*note: my hcs have changed around nina, she is no longer a minor. Just around 19-23 and immature.

Pastas featured: jeff, toby, masky, hoodie, ej, nina, jane, and clockwork

1.1k words, enjoy~

JEFF THE KILLER

•MEAN. SO MEAN.

•would degrade the shit out of you, hoping to make you cry either in pain or of shame.

•lowkey has a breeding kink, he MAKES his cum stay in you. Be sure to be on birth control.

• “your gonna cum until you break sweetheart,”

•LOVES orgasm control, he can cum but you? Absolutely not.

•when you do get to cum, hes still not stopping. He doesn't care if you scream or bleed, that makes it hotter

•his favorite position is missionary only because he can see you cry and your tits bouncing.

•usually only goes for women, but if hes desperate he will fuck a guy. Its just not as fun for him.

•he hopes youll be bleeding by the end of your session, but bruises are good too. You'll definitely have a lot of those.

•he doesn't believe in foreplay, he wants to get to the point and get out. No aftercare either.

TICCI TOBY

•lowkey a whiny bitch

•100% switch, mainly because he likes being beneath you but also has a desire for control

•he loves giving his partner head, whether they are male or female. He loves hearing all the noises they make, how they squirm.

•his favorite position with girls is cowgirl, he will grab onto her hips and leave marks with his nails that sting

•with men, he just likes whatever. As long as he gets off.

•prefers women, but also loves men about the same. Women are more arousing, but men are a better orgasm

•hes pretty gentle, making sure you know your loved before during and after.

•likes being praised, he melts if you call him a good dog

MASKY

•gay. so gay.

•he is a soft dom, enjoying the power dynamics but not wanting to hurt you TOO bad.

•he likes breath play, enjoying watching you gasp as he plows into you

•he tries not to cum in you, but every once in a while he will on accident. You just feel so damn good!

•he doesn't praise or degrade really, he just states what he thinks and doesn't go over that. If you act like a slut, you are a slut. If you act like a good boy, you are a good boy.

•he doesn't like leaving marks, he thinks since he hates it that everyone else does

•does very good aftercare, always taking care of you or running a hot bath for the two of you. He will get you anything you want for being so obedient

•he isnt a face fucker, he lets you go at your own pace and is appreciative with what you do

•hes fairly vanilla, you wouldn't expect it when looking at him.

HOODIE

•also gay

•he… hes a FREAK

•he loves bringing weapons into bed, holding a gun to your head as he rails you makes him insane, loaded or not.

•he loves hitting you, watching your dumb face turn red from his slaps

•predator/prey dynamic is his SHIT, he loves inflicting genuine fear in his partner.

•IF you can get him to submit (good luck) hes a complete brat. He will need a muzzle because he WILL bite

•acts more like a feral dog than partner in bed, biting and bruising you at every chance. If your not sore tomorrow then hes failed.

•he can and WILL fuck your face until you cant breathe. The tears make it hotter.

•he refuses to give head. Not even 69.

•after all this, he goes back to his usual self, taking good care of you while you shake. He will pamper you like a prince because you took it so well, and hes so proud of you.

EYELESS JACK

•bisexual king, we stan

•he is literally part feral, so sex is…insane

•with women, he loves fucking your pussy with all of his tounges and watching you writhe and tense around his tounge.

•with men, he just plows. Doggy style.

•his dick is MASSIVE, good luck fighting off multiple orgasms

•he prioritizes his partners orgasms over his own, he can get off with anyone, but you are special. You are his, and you deserve the best

•he is very possessive over you, you are his main priority and he loves you.

•back to the sex

•he growls and groans loudly, he is insanely and unapologetically noisy.

•his cum is sterile to humans, so he creampies you as much as he wants knowing he will never be a father

•he loves foreplay, nuzzling, purring, and kissing all over you until your begging for him

•aftercare is the same, he will curl up around you after getting you whatever you want and not move for hours while you sleep

HOMICIDAL LIU

•hes so sweet, but still a top

•he only dates women, and treats his partner like royalty

•he isnt very rough, but he knows how to maintain control of the situation.

•he loves giving head, gently lapping at you and fingering you is the happiest he will be.

•he loves hearing you moan, the sounds drive him insane and get him harder than your body will (for good or bad)

•he loves fucking you in front of a mirror so you can see how pretty and slutty you look, not necessarily to humiliate you

•he personally prefers anal, but he will do anything you want

•he prioritizes slow, loving sex that feels good to drag out, not necessarily a fuck fest see-how-much-you-can-cum game

•he almost enjoys before and after as much as the sex, watching you get flustered and worked up is all he can want

NINA THE KILLER

•into mainly men, but loves a girl every once in awhile

•shes a sub, but a bratty one. Shes not making it easy.

•she wants to be broken, the rougher the sex the better

•she loves both giving and receiving head, wanting to be a desperate mess for her partner

•she loves being marked up, she wants people to know shes taken

•she loves to be choked almost to the point of passing out and being slapped back to consciousness

•shes very giggly and noisy, not afraid if people hear

•she loves the use of toys, anything to highten her orgasm

•edges herself for hours when alone, its just heaven to finally release

•she loves being treated like a cat, petplay queen

•wears a collar with her partners name on it

•loves being tied up so she can be used against her will for as long as her partner wants.. cnc kink goes crazy

JANE THE KILLER

•shes a lesbian!! Hell yeah

•shes a hard dom, taking full control of the bedroom at all times

•she LOVES treating her partner as subhuman, watching them grovel at her feet gets her off so good

•she ties her partner up at all chances, using their body as her personal canvas

•she loves 69, its the ultimate pleasure

•she will eat you out for hours, your at HER mercy, remember? SHE controls everything about what happens in here

•pet play is top tier, she loves putting her doggie on a leash and watch them eat her out

•she loves to put a slip chain on you and dragging you around her room, watching you sway from oxygen loss

•expect multiple orgasms, from every way possible

•once shes done making you cum, she will give you the best aftercare possible, making sure you know your loved and cared for

CLOCKWORK

•doesn't really enjoy sex with anyone, sticking to solo play. That sexual trauma is strong

•she uses toys all the time, its hardly a session without a rabbit vibrator.

•shes quiet, she doesn't like to make any noise at all.

•shes just too messed up to enjoy sex, so theres not much to say

[ilylillies]

I LOVE pound CAKE so MUCH!!! It tastes SO good with the ICING too!! It brings back a LOT of memories when my MOM first MADE it!! It tasted WONDERFUL, SWEET, VANILLA-Y if you want to call it. Its REALLY good I LOVE POUND CAKE.

Oh yeah, what’s your FAVORITE CAKE?

Cant call myself devoted if I always make the mistake of holding your hand in my claws.

What are YOUR FAVORITE COLORS? My FAVORITE colors are, BLUE, PINK, YELLOW, and BLACK!!! I LOVE PINK, BLUE, and YELLOW because they make the most PRETTIEST, MOST BEAUTIFUL SUNSETS!!

My FAVORITE LANDSCAPE ( I don’t know if it counts, but I’ll just say it anyway for the internet gods to notice, ) is a CORAL REEF!! I actually like any marine landscape because the LUMINESCENTE and MAGIC of the UNDERWATER is a FANTASMICAL sight to SEE!! What are YOUR FAVORITE LANDSCAPES??

My FAVORITE MUSICAL GENRES are ELECTRONIC, FUNK, HIP-HOP, INDIE, I THINK ACOUSTIC, SOMETIMES ROCK, I really just like about ANYTHING at this point cause WHAT ELSE AM I DOING IN MY LIFE??? What are YOUR FAVORITE MUSICAL GENRES?

My FAVORITE GAMES are THE SPLATOON FRANCHISE, GREAT GOD GROVE, MOUTHWASHING, ANIMAL CROSSING:NEW HORIZONS, and ROBLOX as of what I can remember right now. What are YOUR FAVORITE GAMES??

My TOP SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS are TUMBLR, REDNOTE, and FACEBOOK because Im like I guess a weirdo, JUST KIDDING I DONT USE FACEBOOK, I cant check TUMBLR until the end of the week and I don’t even have TT cause TT is kinda in deep with politics and stuff so yeeaahh.

My FAVORITE franchises as of RIGHT NOW are GREAT GOD GROVE, MOUTHWASHING, REGRETEVATOR, SPLATOON, I think I’m still in WELCOME HOME a bit here and there, I.O.N OBJECT SHOW, OBJECT SHOW COMMUNITY (OSC), and thats all I got for now. What are YOUR FAVORITE FRANCHISES??

SONGS I LIKE are NEW DROP by DON TOLIVER, HEART BEAT by CHILDISH GAMBINO, (This IS WHERE I GET WEIRD) ANTHEMS FOR A 17 YEAR OLD by BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE, SOUK EYE, BROKEN, SHE’S MY COLLAR, and the one and only TOMORROW COMES TODAY by GORILLAZ (I told you its getting weird) HEADLOCK by IMOGEN, AH AH by SYLENDENNA, RAINCOAT & DIRTY CAR by STUDIO KILLERS, SARAH, TREEHOUSE, HARVEY, SANDY, 16 MIRRORS, and MIS by ALEX G, CORBON AMODIO’S LUCY (Bingo bango bayber) I THINK I LIKE WHEN IT RAINS by WILLIS (Now were really falling, WHY DOES MY PHONE SMELL LIKE METAL) (sorry im adding so much words for algoridunm to word count) uhh uh um LAGTRAIN INFECTED MIX by JORJ1357 I think you know enough, what are SONG YOU LIKE?

My FAVORITE HOBBIES are DRAWING, ANIMATING, USING PINTEREST, WATCHING HOOPS AND YOYO, and other FRANCHISES, EATING, PLAYING ROBLOX OR SOME OF MY OTHER FAVORITE GAMES like SPLATOON, READING WEBCOMICS, USING INSTAGRAM, LITERALLY MY PHONE, LOOKING AT PEOPLE ENJOYING THEIR LIVES SKATEBOARDING AND URBEX EXPLORING WHILE WEARING COOL CLOTHES AND LIVING COOL LIVES AND IM OVER HERE NOT KNOWING BASIC HYGIENE Help me

My FAVORITE FRUITS are WATERMELON, APPLES, BANANAS, and ORANGES because their all SWEET, APPLES, ORANGES, and WATERMELONS are HONEY CRISP and JUICY, BANANAS are SOFT yet PUNGENT in such a WAY I don’t know how to DESCRIBE.

My FAVORITE SEASONS are ALL the seasons. FALL gives a homey vibe where you listen to acoustics and wear cute layered clothes. WINTER is a time where I watch people slip on the ground early in the morning, get to wear warm clothes and snuggle inside my blanket while scrolling on my phone. SPRING, a time of rebirth, anew, a time where flowers, lakes, nature, get to glisten from the death of winter, a time for new days. SUMMER is my utmost FAVORITE time of the year, as it brings out old nostalgia of memories with my cousins, the beautiful weather, the MUSIC is amazing, Its a beautiful time to enjoy. What are YOUR FAVORITE SEASONS?? Cant wait to find out!!

My FAVORITE songs are 16 MIRRORS by ALEX G, AH? AH! By SYLENDANNA, WAIT A MINUETE by WILLOW, SHES MY COLLAR by GORILLAZ, also my FAVORITE BAND so far, GOD IS CALLING ME BACK HOME by KING GIZZARD AND THE LIZARD WIZARD, I havent listened to many of their songs but this one I heard from YUGO LIMBO, creator of Smile for me Dr Habit and Great God Grove, when they made a trailer for their psychedelic horror comic, and I though it was pretty nice, I REALLY like Lost so—

—ul down x Floki, and uhh looks like Pinterest’s word limit is here, I gotta go byeee.

My FAVORITE type of IMAGINARY WEATHER is when it’s RAINING on a SUNSETTING afternoon. Although Ive never SEEN it, a SUNSET RAINBOW out on a CLIFF, or off in the DISTANCE of a CITY would be a PLEASANT sight to see. Whats YOUR FAVORITE imaginary WEATHER??

WHAT are YOUR FAVORITE FLAVORS?? My FAVORITE FLAVORS are VANILLA, HAZELNUT, CHOCOLATE, WATERMELON, and BUBBLEGUM!!

My FAVORITE DRINKS are SLUSHIES, ORANGE FANTA and ROOT BEER SODA, HOT CHOCOLATE, or, COCOA, BATTERY ACID DRINK from tiktok with the SMOKY ICE, OREO MILKSHAKES, and WATERMELON SODA.

My FAVORITE BUBBLE GUM FLAVORS are the ORIGINAL, JUICY FRUIT, CINNAMON, WATERMELON, BUBBLE YUM is my FAVORITE BRAND of BUBBLE GUM other than HUBBA BUBBA and DUBBLE BUBBLE. I also like POP ROCKS.

What are YOUR FAVORITE BUBBLEGUM FLAVOR or FLAVORS?

A Palestinian prisoner from Zionist occupation prisons... Zionism is terrorism.

Zionists are truly disgusting oppressors. They kill, torture and imprison Palestinians just because they are Palestinians and do not want to leave their homeland. They torture them beyond your imagination. They don't care whether the other person is a woman, child or baby. They have no conscience or common sense. If there is an zionist near you, protect yourself from him/her/ something

Free, free Palestine! 🇵🇸

[asksonicverse]

You dont need to answer but I just wanted to tell you I adore Paradox being like "I hate all of them except" and then listing everyone except like 2 guys, honey you don't hate *all* of them you expressly don't hate *most of them*

Extremely charming characterization i adore it

[Creator Special number 2!]

So glad someone noticed that, I was originally going to have him name EVERYONE except Boost but then I was like “nah, Mania is just too annoying for Paradox to tolerate him”

And thanks! I’m trying to be… consistent with my characterization of each of them and stay in line with canon but like… URGH sometimes I want to deviate so bad just to indulge but I resist!

Needless to say tho, prism is probably going to get more affectionate later on. Rewatched Sonic Prime again and bro is a cutie patootie!

Headcanons… headcanons… hmm

Well, starting with the obvious, Paradox goes to therapy as I’ve mentioned which I think is hilarious. He and Lance are the only Shadows who really have their shit together which is why I think Sonadow works well for them? (we stan healthy relationships guys)

I do head canon that Eight doesn’t like being touched really at all anymore. After the metal virus, he grew so used to the fact that he couldn’t touch anyone that it sorta just stuck. He does it to save people, but not anything more. :(

And while I’m a sucker for the Trans Sonic HC I decided not to implement it in this particular AU!

I really want to include Captain Sonic and Shadow, but I haven’t played nor watched a serious play through of the game. (I’ve only really listened to a bit of the Snapcube dub..)

can someone tell me if Shadow is a Barista or a Mechanic in that game btw?? I google it, nothing pops up. I could’ve sworn there was something about a mechanic.

Uhh I LOVE Sonic Frontiers, fire game. If I include that one, it’ll ALSO be Sonamy since I’m pretty sure that game takes place before SA2 in canon?

I’m trying to keep the Sonics and Shadows balanced but I’d love to add Generations Shadow and Sonic. Just thinking of names already I get “Doom” for Shadow and “Emerald” for Sonic. (Referencing the fake emerald from their interaction in the shadow story)

Unfortunately I haven’t seen the Archie comics or Sonic Underground so I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

Someone also asked about if I’d ever include different AU’s: maybe if those AU creators gave me permission I’d be down to do a collab for a few asks or something!

Nope!

I dunno I just..! … how do I do? I’m fast. And you’re slow. That’s how I did it. /ref

Ahahah just kidding! But I am very fast. A few years ago I convinced myself I was a “slow drawer” because I was in a discord server with someone I looked up to (and holy cheese they could draw out fully articulate sketches in like 30 seconds!)

So I got insecure and taught myself to draw really fast. So now I just.. zoom! This does have a terrible draw back where I will very frequently forget smaller details.

Like if you look at half the posts, Shadow is missing his eyeliner and other markings frequently.

THIS IS JUST HILARIOUS TO ME YOU GUYS. PLEASE—

I’ve gotten SO many asks in my box about using Maria to calm the Shadows down or trying to give Shadows “Maria plushies”

Imagine you’re having a bad day and you get a plushie of your dead sibling thrown at you??? LMFAOOOO

I CANT I CANT I CANT PUT THEM THROUGH THAT 💔 Also I see every single ask.

“Do you all like Latinas” and “sonic which shadow is the hottest/shadow which sonic is the hottest” have all been engraved in my brain

Was joking with a friend on how that second question would come out LMFAOO

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[ilysungho]

hey 😋 soooo ive been thinking about mostly sub taesan and ik you have alot of crazy thoughts about it (i’d know for sure… not me acting like we’ve never talked about it to each other before 😭) and i wanna tell you EVERYTHING im thinking!

anyways, i can’t help but think about how subby taesan would be. id make him my stupid slut. i know he’d be so desperate to cum… but i dont want to let him. orgasm denial with a cock ring like god the amount of times i’d edge him… i NEED HIM SO BADLYYYYY i just wanna see him be pathetic and whine for me. i need him to call me mommy. SO HEAVY on him calling me mommy. like imagine him calling you mommy while he begs for you 👅

and i need to get him on his knees, call him a bitch and slap the fuck out of him while he eats me out. id fist his hair making him pull away from me. i just know his big lips would be so swollen from eating your pussy. and i wouldnt even be done with him from there. i have a crazy desire for him watching me masturbate in my panties. he’d be naked and tied up so he doesn’t get the chance to do anything. id make him watch and cum in them making sure they’re soaked so i can take them off, use it to stroke his cock or to shove them in his mouth. he’d lick all over it to taste youuuu and like gosh, thinking about your cum all over his cock bc of your soaked panties is so hot to meeee id make him wear them evennn cause he’s a slut he’d be so turned on knowing his mommy came in the panties he’s wearing <3

also, he’d be such an amazing fucktoy. using his tongue on my pussy to relieve my stress, he’d be so good at it id praise him, then go straight to degrading him cause that’s what he deserves. idrc how good of a job he does, id find any reason to punish him or degrade him cause i know how much he’d enjoy being treated like the stupid whore he is :)))

i also think he’d enjoy having two people take him at once, both of his mommies taking him, i wanna know what you’d think about that.

anyways, i have this link that made me think about him wearing used panties and i cant help but need taesan like this. i hope you enjoy all of my thoughts, i have way more but i wanna hear what you think <3

https://x.com/evafemdom/status/1865472803606036770?s=46

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i totally agree with everything you said and will just be adding on more of my thoughts! ☺️💗and here is the nsfw link. i could’ve written much more but i left it at how much i did write as this got a bit long, so it’s under the cut!

sub!taesan would be such a good boy :( i think he’d be bratty at first, but once he submits, he’s all yours to use. with him, all the possibilities are endless <3 he would love to be used by you, wanting his body to feel all the intense pleasure surge through multiple times. his biggest kinks would be bondage, masochism, and overstimulation/edging! he’d love the idea of giving up his power to his mommy as you tie him up, the color of the rope matching the lingerie you put on him. his tense body would relax as he feels your touch while you wrap the rope around his chest and down to his dick already adorned with a cock ring. he’d moan out to you as you wrap his dick up with a bow near his tip, then reaching around his thighs to tie them to his ankles, and back up to tie his hands behind his back. his stomach would be tingling, already thinking about how you’re going to make him feel oh so good.

taesan’s whiny mouth would be leaving so many loud noises as you finish tying him up, kissing his body as you go while avoiding the parts he needs you the most. but he’s a good boy and will take everything his mommy gives him <3 but despite him being such a darling and listening to all you’ve told him so far, the blood rushes to his dick as you call him a stupid desperate slut, a whore for being so horny when you haven’t even gotten started yet! he loves when you degrade him so much, even repeating after you as he calls himself all those degrading names while you clamp his nipples tightly, eliciting a high pitched whine. his throat makes the prettiest voices, so you can’t help it as you twist the clamps around to prolong his sounds. he’d throw his pretty head back and try to stop the tears from flowing out from how good it hurts. but you grab his face and pull it towards yours.

“did i tell you that you can hide your face from me?” slap! oh taesan is just leaking now. he tries so hard not to smile from how good he feels, to not anger you further, but he ends up doing so. “such a bitch, smiling at the pain huh?” slap! his cock twitches as he nods, “i’m your bitch, mommy.”

you hum as you grab his dick and squeeze, the rope slightly grazing his skin from the pressure. if it hurt more than he could take, taesan knew what he had to say, but he believes that he can take everything you give, his stubborn nature translating to being so hardheaded that he has now become this masochistic. as you rub his dick, he just feels like he’s on cloud 9 and cums right there. and he knows he didn’t something wrong when you sit back and just make him watch as you masturbate, calling him so useless for not even holding in his release until you allowed him to cum. he’d whine because cumming once wasn’t enough; he still needed you to control him. and once you cum, you’d take your wet panties off and wipe his own cum from his dick to command him to lick of all the wetness. he’s such a kitty now, moaning as he tastes his own cum mixed with your own. all the while, you would bring a vibrator to put against his dick, the new feeling making him jerk before getting used to it, still licking your panty desperately.

it’s true when you say he’s just a slut, he would completely submit to you if it meant he could be your very own fucktoy cumslut, his dick and body just an accessory for your desires. he’d also be glad he’s only yours to use, though he’s mentioned how he’d want to be gangbanged a couple times in passing. of course you take note of that, planning for your next time <3

[t4tlottie]

Jealous tfem!Shauna.. Imagine you're dating Jackie. And when you're at that party, all giggly and lovey-dovey with Jackie, she just watches and wishes she would be yours instead..

Driving her home after the party, leaving Jackie off at her house, and after a bit, Shauna just tells you to pull over. And before you know it, you two are making out in the backseat, and of course it turns into something more..Imagine she's so angry that she just babytraps you.. Growling about how Jackie's going to react to this when she finds out... >///<

she always acts so snarky with you and you feel like she hates you. sometimes she does, she has so many feelings for you that she doesn't know how to handle them except by glaring at you when you're with jackie. she writes about you SO MUCH in her journal it's crazy... journal entries about the sex dream she had about you and wondering why you like jackie more than her and how she can never have anything good....

you miss the slight tent in shauna's dress when you catch her glaring because it feels like lasers are about to come out of her eyes and kill you so you're scared... and she's not even thinking of anything crazy she's just thinking of being the one to hold you and kiss and she's straining in her panties!!!

she would love, LOVE, the taste of jackie on your mouth as she kisses you. both because it's jackie and because she thinks it's hot that you're cheating with her. you were so easy to convince she almost came in her panties the second you kissed her back. but then you had to go and ruin it by gaining clarity and saying you love jackie and cant do this to her. but then again, you don't stop her when she pulls out her cock and tells you that she's gonna fuck you. in fact, you rush to take off your clothes and beg for it. you don't stop her when she says she's gonna cum inside and get you pregnant. you whine and whimper when she asks what you're gonna tell jackie when you go back to her place after this smelling like cock and with a few hickeys on your body.

maybe you become obsessed with shauna's touch and shake your head, saying you wanna go back to her place instead, that you'll make some excuse to jackie. but as much as shauna loves that idea, she makes you drop her off at home like intended and tells you to go back to jackie. she can just jerk off again at home with your smell still on her cock (because she is NOT showering), knowing that jackie's gonna find out sooner or later :3

[celestie0]

hi ellie <3

so this question has been bothering me for a while now since i read your ihm hcs a while ago.

you said in the start reader and gojo were civil with each other until he bought her a plushie back from one of his foreign trips and he watched her throw it away the next day and then he never got her anything again.

well why did she do that 😭 bc i desperately want gojo to get her gifts and souvenirs and spoil her that would be so cute 🥹 but i cant even blame gojo for never getting her anything again id hate it if someone threw away something i got them.

but anyways was there a specific reason why she just tossed it in the trash? also was there any other reason they grew apart or started bickering and fighting other than plushies and lawns and boats?

hope you dont mind answering these. have a nice day ☺️

hi my dear! yeah tbh idk really why she threw it away LOL even though i'm the one that came up w that headcanon...maybe it was around the time he started parking his boat in front of her house and it started to royally piss her off or sumn n so she swore she wouldn't be jovial with him anymore haha. i can also see it being some kind of misunderstanding? maybe she forgot that was something gojo got her and she was doing some spring cleaning and accidentally tossed it. either way i guess gojo saw it and took it as a hint to kinda leave her alone about stuff like that. i don't think he was super in his feelings about it but was probably like "oh? she doesn't like souvenirs i guess"

yea it would be cute if he got her stuff! there will probs be stuff like that down the line. obviously i don't think their dynamic is at that point yet haha

and no! i don't think there was any other reason they grew apart other than the bickering! on a fundamental level, i think they both actually have very similar values and outlooks/desires out of life :0 and yeah we'll see that more down the line too -- despite their annoyances, they're actually pretty compatible.

but isn't life a bit more fun if you have a hot neighbor who you argue w all the time lol? xd

hope this answers!

[enchantedsword]

okay im going to try and do as many headcanons/ideas i have for this au(now named stone twin au because i cant think of anything else and im bad with being original obviously) most of these are about wukong since hes the one i think about constantly but i guess i have to start somewhere(also i have a few of my headcanons in here that dont just pertain to this au plus a few things from jttw but i didnt feel the need to have them on a separate post), this is mostly just about sunny's(wukong) relationships with others, not everyone but the ones i can think of for now. i also finally figured out how to do read more.

obviously wukong(sunny) would be the more monkey like of the two, hes about a few inches shorter then mk, he's very clingy, loved to cling to pigsys back growing up and still occasionally does especially when not feeling well, also clings to tang and mk and occasionally mei, when the twins were first found he couldnt speak human(he understood it just fine the same way any other toddler would) and while mk couldnt speak monkey he could understand it and played translator until they taught him how to speak human, he still slips into monkey speach when hes really sick or upset/distressed, he prefers it when others play with/style his hair for him(the whole monkey socialization), loves climbing and being in high places and has very high energy when his health isnt acting up, this has caused a few heart attacks

loves both his dads but is closer to tang(we know why even if he himself cant remember) loves to spend time with him learning new things, always begs for stories of tripitaka and what he can of macaque. tang is the one that taught the twins the basics of what was needed for school, and actually does a lot of sunnys lessons himself when hes to sick to go to school, i dont really have a set job in mind for tang yet but i was thinking a historian of some sort that can work from home especially since he has a sick child. its also because of tang that sunny as such a love of reading and learning

with pigsy he's still pretty close, mk being the one closest to him, but hes still loves spending time with him. sunnys not very good at cooking, but he loves clinging to pigsys back and watching while he cooks(as said above its something he never grew out of), pigsy has made sure that sunny can make the foods he actually can eat though. sunny also shares pigsys love of singing and they will have mini concerts when no ones watching.

mk and sunny are very close and slightly co dependent, mk has a lot of anxiety about leaving sunny alone for long periods, sunny has a lot of guilt about this and self blame for mk not having many friends outside of mei and himself, and while hes just as codependent as mk he does make an effort to encourage mk to go out without him. it used to be worse when they were younger, but they both started going to therapy around 10 at sandys suggestion, they still struggle with it but they do have lives and hobbies outside of each other. obviously since sunny doesnt have his memories he cant exactly teach mk how to use the staff and powers, his advice is more of the sibling "well remember when you tried *random thing thats similar to current situation* when we were kids just try that" sunny is the one that eventually pushes mk to try and find an actual teacher at least to teach him to fight properly.

both twins are very talented artists(a canon fact that i just cant get rid of), like i said sunny loves singing and acting/performing but he does have stage fright bad enough to prevent him from doing so outside of his small group of friends/family(this stems from the trauma that always seemed to happen in front of large crowds in jttw poor baby getting affected by everything even if he cant remember). sunny is also the one that gets the better grades of the two despite missing way more school. due to not being able to run off his energy a lot he channels it into his studies and art and writing, he wants to eventually become a professional artist.

mei is obviously just as close to sunny as she is to mk, both of them are chaos and adrenaline junkies, shes his partner in crime when it comes to pranks, she makes sure that he's not alone even on days he doesnt feel well enough to get out bed or hes in the hospital. they both love cute things, and if mei gets a dress she doesnt want she gives them to sunny, especially if its pink(he has a lot of them). she keeps sunny up to date on all the shenanigans that happen while hes in the hospital, including the stuff mk wont say in fear of worrying him.

sandy is the one sunny goes to when he's feeling suffocated and overwhelmed by his familys hovering and overprotectiveness, he finds him to be a very comforting presence and hes a good listener for whatevers bothering him. sunny also likes to help train the therapy cats.

sunny does have a mean streak, especially when its something negative being said about his friends/family, uses his pranks to get back at whoever wronged him, since he's to weak for a physical fight(hes tried once it didnt end badly only because the other person was to shocked to really retaliate sunny did end up breaking the kids nose and his own wrist). the pranks themselves are never cruel or outright harmful just enough to make the person think twice about doing it again

PIF actually manages to figure out who sunny is pretty early on having seen the small family out and about one day, she does assume wukong has reincarnated into a new life, and as much as shes upset with him over what happened with DBK thats still her husbands little brother and one of the ones that help her son, so she leaves them be, looking in from time to time

for DBK he's still got some lingering resentment for being trapped for 500 years. his first thought on seeing sunny is that wukong is just faking and toying with him, his wife does inform him that that is not the case. after that he cant figure out if he's happy about this of not. on one hand he gets to see sunny be the happy carefree person that wukong used to be though he's upset that it'sat the cost of his health, but on the other hand he's lost his little brother and never got to make up. sunny does feel oddly drawn to DBK though hes not sure why but he deems him as immediately safe(much to the concern of everyone else)

red son was obviously very young the last time he saw wukong, so he has no idea who sunny really is, after the initial being enemies thing and getting a few good pranks in on him, they actually get a long well, both being sassy and sarcastic enough to keep up with each other(everyone else is happy that sunny has a new friend even if that friend is kinda of an asshole). red son grew up to hearing stories about wukong both good and bad so he does have some complicated feelings about him, that does carry over to sunny once hes told hes wukongs reincarnation and further complicated when it finally comes to light that he is actually a sealed wukong, in the end red son decides tgat sunny is sunny and still his friend even knowing who he actually his.

the whole macaque situation goes mostly as canon except macaque thinks sunny is just playing around and pretending not to know anything. mk meets macaque the day before sunny is released from the hospital, he follows mk to the hospital to pick him up which is the first time he sees sunny. the fight goes mostly the same but not, in the fact wukong isnt there to fight him and protect mk, but sunny is basically used as a hostage and accused of playing pretend, its sunny being in danger that helps mk get the powers macaque took back. sunny doesnt really know how to feel about the situation at all, hes had a crush on macaque since he was a kid and that same person tried to kill both him and his brother and claims hes someone that hes not. continues to antagonize his his friends and claim he's wukong, and a large part of him still does have feelings for macaque even after all that. hes got a lot of complicated feelsing about it but he is still incredibly pissed that macaque tried to kill his brother and tried to use him to do so. macaque is in for a world of hurt when it comes to the eventual pranks. macaque for a while refuses to believe that sunny isnt pretending, since the alternative is accepting the wukong reincarnated and isnt coming back. overall its very complicated and the family disapproves.

as for sunnys powers and memories and immortalies, they are all under different types of seals and of those there are many keeping them all wrapped up tight. like he could unlock one or two powers but his immortalies and memories seals would be uneffected and vice versa. he does unlock 2 powers during the whole spider queen thing that being his strength and his cloud, however he can't use them for very long without exhausting himself. DBK was the first to notice that sunny had powers during their imprisonment with spider queen, he was able to trigger sunny into activating them which got them free. though DBK did get punched for his efforts, sunny broke his wrist again and immediately passed out, DBK getting them the rest of the way out and bringing sunny to his family

[spideyanakin]

Reader being a cat to reveal who the traitor is genius. And I think peter noticed the symbolism behind it.

The part with the widow pearls was sad, rip regulus 😔

I cant wait to read more on reader being Madam Black 🤭

THANK YOU HIHIHIHIHI

I'm so glad you noticed <3 I was so happy when I came up with the idea of the cat hihi. Also reg will always be in our hearts ♥️

here is mr black and mrs black reuniting to heal our hearts

all I think about now - masterlist

summary - sirius black x malfoy + slytherin! reader, the order takes a break after peter has been caught, sirius joins you outside for some fresh air (and some revelations)

warnings - revelations and reunions <3, yearning, longing, and everything in between. mentions of minor character death (r's mom who was sick), smoking (s bad for u), james being a menace, spot the Metallica reference lmao

read the part before

The soft autumn air suddenly felt heavy.

You kept facing the sea, watching as the waves grazed the sand below the cliff. You could feel Sirius shifting beside you, the sound of his leather jacket, the zipper of a pocket, and the crisp sound of a cigarette box with the wrapper still half on.

The spark of his lighter caught the corner of your eye, and soon after followed a cloud of smoke gently blown your way by the wind.

With your gaze still fixed on the waves, you saw his hand move towards you, offering you his cigarette. You took it without a second thought. You hadn't smoked since the last time you had seen him.

You took two long drags before you handed it back to him, your gazes still refusing to meet.

A sense of deja vue filled you. Suddenly you were back atop the astronomy tower at the start of your seventh year. Tension slithering between you before it would hopefully crack.

You knew how it had gone the last time. You could never stay apart from him for long. You had always felt close, no matter how far. No matter how many times life has pulled you away from one another, you still felt that tug, that string pull you towards him.

But no matter how hard it was, there was a reason the two of you had called it off the last time. There was a reason you had tried to break that unbreakable string.

You were to be married to his brother, which you now were.

You had pledged your allegiance to the dark lord.

There wasn’t a world anymore where the two of you could have attempted keeping this up.

In 7th year, you were already risking your life sneaking around. You had both risked your lives trying to see each other after graduation, and then he had risked his life coming to see you, for one the last time, the night before your wedding.

The grey area you had been dancing around had been reduced to ashes by the exceedingly fast brewing war.

And now, as you smoked together watching the waves dance upon the sand, it seemed that maybe, just maybe there was a flicker of hope for a happy ending.

But how could he forgive you for never choosing him?

After an unknown number of smoke clouds, he sighed. It wasn't out of annoyance. It was soft, as if he was finally getting rid of an unknown tension that prevented him from voicing anything.

"How have you been?" You could tell he had a hard time asking. Voice laced with rugged emotions as he kept his gaze toward the waves.

You finally dared to look at him.

"Frankly, I do not really know. You?"

He laughed the tension out his shoulders, "frankly? I don't know either."

"Well, that makes two of us."

It took him another minute before he looked at you after he discarded his cigarette.

You stayed without a word spoken as he scanned your face. Your tired eyes peering back at him.

His hair was longer than when you last saw him, and a huddle of tattoos peeked out of his clothes anywhere skin would dare show. You could tell he was probably just as tired as you, but his eyes still held that fire you loved so much about him.

Salazar you had missed him.

But emotions didn't have time to surface because soon enough his gaze tore away from you, and you found yourself looking down to your shoes.

"How long have you been on our side?" He asked, and you heard him huff as he tried fishing for a second cigarette.

"Since we left Hogwarts."

You watched as Sirius dropped his lighter, a surprised groan leaving his lips.

You both bent down to pick it up, fingers brushing as you reached for the lighter first. You handed it to him.

It felt like sparks flew from the mere brush of your hands, and you knew Sirius had felt it too by the surprise in his eyes. With a second too long of your hands lingering, you finally spoke through the ice.

"I missed you."

"Why didn't you tell me you were working for the order?" His voice was soft, and you carefully scanned his traits as he placed his new cigarette to his lips and lit it.

"To keep you safe."

"I could have handled it."

"Sirius..."

"I can't believe it."

"Is it so hard to believe?"

"If I’m being honest, yeah!" His voice rose from an octave or two until he got quieter again. "After you refused to come with me, twice. Yeah. Especially since, apparently, the second time I asked, you were already allied with Albus."

"Sirius..." you trailed as you watched him advert your gaze as he burned away his cigarette, sighing half of the smoke through his nose.

"You couldn't leave. I know." He looked down.

"I wanted to," you stepped closer to face him, trying to gain his eyes. "You out of anyone should know how desperately I wanted to be like you, be with you," your voice quivered. "But I had strings attaching me there, I had my mother to take care of, and then- then when she passed and I finally thought I could leave, that nothing kept me back anymore I-" You stopped in your rambles, too afraid of voicing the rest of your thoughts.

Sirius was staring back at you with glassy eyes, mouth slightly agape at your sudden confession. You were about to leave. You were actually going to, but then his face hardened again, the sudden reminder of reality hitting him.

He didn't need to be a genius to figure out what had kept you there. If his information was correct your son was born around nine months after your wedding. Your mother died barely two months after the ceremony.

"Another string kept you attached."

"Yes," your voice was hoarse over the suppression of your tears, and it took you another minute before you managed to use your voice again. "I didn't mean it to."

That seemed to get his attention, and you watched as confusion riddled his eyes.

You took in a sharp breath. You weren't even close to ready to have this conversation, but here you were, plotting against the dark lord, not even being sure of making it past these next few weeks.

It was now or never.

"Breaks over!" James's voice rang from the opened window, causing your shoulders to jump at the interruption.

Sirius dropped his dying cigarette before pressing it with his foot and giving you the best sad and tired smile he could muster as he headed back to the door.

"Wait, Sirius," you caught his arm before he could grab the handle. "If anything were to happen... to me or r-" you caught yourself. "If anything were to happen, promise me you will take care of Perseus."

You could feel him tense under your touch at the mention. His expression almost stoic as his movements fully stopped.

He caught your gaze and suddenly something seemed to shift in him, he almost smiled.

"So that's the little rascal's name."

The lightness in his voice took you aback, and you almost smiled too.

"Yes. Perseus Sirius Black," you sheepishly mumbled and watched his eyes widen.

"Is that why Walburga and Orion finally kicked the bucket? Must of given them both of heart attack," he mumbled and this time you couldn't help but smile.

"No," you bit your lip. "Your mother insisted he wore Reg’s name. We told her he did but we wrote Sirius on the official papers."

"First borns usually take their middle names after their fathers."

“They do…"

Sirius couldn’t decipher your expression but took it as a sheepish ‘we broke the rules, so what’ because he couldn’t even dare to even think of looking into the fact that you could mean anything else by it.

"Didn't take my brother for a sentimental," he muttered before fixing his hair in attempt to distract himself. "I'll do what I can, but I promise you, it won't come to that. You'll come home to him."

He reached for the door again, and the burning feeling that after tonight, you weren’t sure when you would see him again came nagging at your gut.

The same voice rang through your mind again.

It was now, and If not, the possibility of never.

"Regulus never laid a finger on me," you blurted out.

Sirius turned back to you with a confused expression, one hand already on the door handle.

"We, um-" You were blinking extremely fast now, heart fluttering uncontrollably as he awaited for you to elaborate. "Weneverconsummatedthemarriage."

"Sorry?" Sirius tried to comprehend the string of blabber. He had heard it. But it just didn't make sense in is mind.

Nope. Absolutely zero sense.

But then by the look of absolute terror and pain in your eyes, he seemed to connect two and two together.

His jaw opened by itself, literally like one of those muggle cartoons Lily made Harry watch on Friday nights using what she called a TV.

He wanted to speak. Say something, anything. But all words died down in the back of his throat.

Suddenly Sirius fell. One second he was leaning against the door and the next he was being swished backwards and harshly onto the wooden floor of location twelve, which didn't make any sense because there was supposed to be a door behind him.

He blinked to realize that his hand was indeed still securely on the handle of said door, with James sheepishly on the other side of it.

"Prongs!"

"Sorry mate didn't know you were behind it." He looked at you and then back at Sirius, "we're waiting for you."

[tosxah]

Watching the traveller sleep had become boring. Very boring. Could he waltz off and go paint some unknown creatures blood in the walls? Absolutely. But his mission had been to watch the traveller. And beyond his itch, his needs and personal wants, the things that fulfilled him like fighting and training and killing- if the Tsarista commanded it, then it shall be be so. Wandering off could give the traveller means to wake up and leave. He couldn't have that.

But Archons could something, anything just happened already?? Childe rest his head back against the rock, looking up to the black nothingness above, so dark not even the moss that crawled up the walls could illuminate the space. Beyond the fire, her breathing and the gentle trickle of water, there was only silence. "Nothing? Really?" He sighed.

While he waited, he decided to continue practicing the art of draining fluids. He'd grab a handful of the moss from near by and drain it. Then throw its dehydrated carcass to the fire. He repeated this action until he had a few blobs of water floating around his being, their shapes poor and the majority dripped from his inability to keep it intact.

Once he was out of moss in his near vicinity, he decided to move the orbs to form one giant orb. He wondered what his master would think. 'Pathetic, if you cant do such a basic thing how could you hope to survive? Dont make me have to show you how its done. Again.' Not that she had a vision or the ability to manipulate water as far as he was aware so perhaps that advice wouldnt apply here. But she was always full of surprises. Ah Skirk, think one day you could find me and show me something new?

The lack of physical connection was what made it so hard. Though he'd vastly improved on his little trick since his first attempts; suspending a drop of rain took weeks to master.

With a few breaths and some awkward hand gestures the last few drops were almost in place... so close... and- it burst over his crossed legs. "Fuck..." He sulked, frustrated with the outcome. The harbinger, trousers soaked, looked over to his unconscious company. "Well, at least you're not awake to see that."

Childe dried himself off once again but rather than play with (as Tuecer liked to call it) water magic, he decided to stretch his legs bit. He grabbed his jacket from the wall and shrugged it on, and started by walking the circumfrance of the cave, his hands once again gloved glided over the rock wall's damp surface. He poked his head into the few exits, more tunnels for them to explore when the time came but despite his curiosity he knew he couldn't venture far.

The man turned around to face the traveller. Her pretty sleeping face. How long had she been asleep for? An hour? 3? More likely it'd been less than 50 minutes but he was so booooorreeeeeeeeeeeeeed.

Childe made the choice to walk over to her. He stood by her head, bending at the hip to stare at her face upside down. Closer now, he could see the way her brow furrowed so slightly, her eyes shut tight, her fingers balled at her side.

"What are you dreaming about, huh?" Fighting me? Killing me? You're so bold, traveller. The ginger cocked his head with the question. It seemed she was about to answer him almost, the way her lips twitched open. Childe knelt down to close the space, get a better view and attempt to hear the few noises that escaped her. Her mutters were relatively nonsensical. Anton was the same with his night terrors, just noises and not much else- though when he wakes he recalls the vivid encounters he has with all sorts of creatures and people.

There was one word she repeated frequently, just enough that perhaps he could make it out.

Ae... aef... Aefuhhan- aeferr- ae...

"Ae... ther?" Was that even common language?

The traveller woke suddenly, her startled wide eyes consumed him and he shot back to his feet, giving her the space to wake up... and also not look like a total weirdo by having been so close to her unconscious body.

She looked... worse for wear. Perhaps worse now than she did before the nap. He wasn't sure it was possible. She was definitely full of surprises.

Childe did nothing when she shot off looking like a wounded dog. Judging by her footsteps and where they stopped, she wasn't far. Though perhaps she thought far enough for him to not hear her sobs.

It... stunned him. Her vulnerability. She was so strong, sometimes almost unbeatable, and stoic, sarcastic, that sometimes he forgot she was just an extraordinary human at the end of the day. It took him a moment to snap from his thoughts, eyes lingering on the space she had disappeared too.

Sitting down crossed legged he decided to pluck a few mushrooms himself to roast and eat. Weird. They'd be perfect for his stew.

Childe continued to roast as the woman returned, her heels clicking with each step.

His eyes stayed on the fire as she... made herself comfortable so to speak.

"How's your ankle?" He questioned eyes fixed on the odd coloured flames, taking another bite out of the roasted starshroom.

Aether's golden braid, the same colour of sunlight itself, swung rhythmically at each step he took further away from her. Her feet moved on the reflection of the universe that surrounded them, but there was no sound from the weight of her boots, only her voice as a sharp echo in that beautiful emptiness that existed between her and her beloved family. "Aether please-" her breath weary, she didn't have to look down at her legs to know that despite her effort, it seemed like her body would not cooperate with her request to run after him. "Aether, wait! Why can we not go together?" Her voice was lost in the stars, their light colder than she could ever remember them to be. Her brother stopped in his track, and so she did. Eventually, his head turned towards her, but there was no smile on his features to welcome her back home like he always did. No warmth in his eyes that had always been the reflection of hers. His lips moved, and the sky went crumbling down above them. The stars fell one by one, the water underneath her slowly pulling her in. It dragged her body down, down, down, despite her attempt to fight it back, and the last words she could barely make out on the surface was a last plead to her brother. He didn't come to save her as the water entered her throat, invaded her lungs, and even her breathless groans were stolen by the mass of suffocating water that had trapped her. She was all alone again. Even her Sun had at last abandoned her.

....

With pure terror her body brought her back to reality: a gasp that scratched her throat, like an animal who was ready to run away from danger she found herself half sat on her side, every inch of her body shaking, her chest raising heavily at each ounce of oxygen her lungs were taking in.

There was dampness under her fingers, and under her legs, soft under her skin. A wet cloth had fallen on her hand in the struggle, her eyes barely able to focus yet on her surroundings.

It was all a dream... One she had not had in a long time since she had woken up in Teyvat. And yet, the unsettling fear still suffocating her did not leave her even when she finally raised her gaze from her hand: flames were still burning by her side, and behind them, boots and a body which belonged to someone.

Childe. And his blue eyes staring back at her owns.

"I need some air." In a small frenzy, she forced her trembling body to get up, feet quick despite her stumbling, to move away as fast as possible. To where? She had no clue, but away from those dull eyes that absorbed all light around them.

There was a tunnel barely opposite the one they had come from, not as narrow though, in which she made her way into and hid behind the first corner of rocks she could find. They were cold against her back as she looked for some kind of support. She didn't realise her hand had been already on her mouth the moment she had left the fireplace and Childe behind her back.

She cried. She cried until there was no tear left in her. And yet, even after no tear would roll anymore on her cheeks, she kept sobbing quietly until even those died in her chest.

Aether's eyes. They were the same as his.

That was what had frightened her the most.

Aether eyes had been exactly like Childe's: dull and lifeless.

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands, her cheeks with the fabric on her arms to get rid of any tears that were left on her face. A deep breath and with her gaze down, she at last made her way back even if slowly to the fireplace that Childe must have kept alive while she had succumbed to exhaustion. Silence hung heavy on her shoulders. He must have seen everything; the panic in her eyes, the shaking of her body, perhaps even heard her brother's name called in despair. She always made sure to carefully hide any kind of vulnerability; so carefully she often didn't even know how to deal with her own emotions herself. And of all people who could have caught that miserable act of hers, it was him.

Even so, her head was too much in a state of distress to really think about her company. So as still as the rocks around them she sat across him once again, only her own arms to embrace her own body as if it could keep her safe from the grief that was corroding her from the inside. She had no strength left to even care anymore, about expectations, about his disappointment. Let the world crash on her shoulders for some time, let its weight bury her until she can find the strength to raise again, as she always did.

[crystallizsch]

the character inspo posts had me thinking about yuuna during twst and pre-twst (in their original world specifically) so uh here's a comparison:

[cubbihue]

Does Mr. Turner like rubbing his “son’s” successful career in Dinkleberg’s face??

He does! He brags about Timmy's success to every person within the neighborhood's vicinity. Mr. Turner loves how successful his son is! It really secures his reputation at the neighborhood HOA meetings they host at their house.

Timmy's worked very hard to gain more successes than failures. The more successful he is, the greater his family's social standing!! And the less he gets to overhear his dad ranting to the neighborhood about his failures.

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[oceanwithouthermoon]

saikis powers are a vital part of him so it makes sense that people who dont know about them cant truly understand his whole self, but its also very silly to me when people act like its the ONLY important part of him... people act like his friends that arent in the know are completely blind to who saiki is, but i feel like that kinda means you missed some major points... he cant keep his powers a secret forever and it DOES matter, but he can still be loved and KNOWN without knowing about them... hes still human, he still has a personality, he still has regular likes and dislikes, etcetc

his friends perspectives on him may have been wrong at first, but they CHANGED... they know him and love him, and theyll KEEP loving him the SAME once they know of his powers...

​some people cough cough cough in this fandom like to reduce saiki to JUST his powers and its so obvious that you just. missed everything. you didnt absorb anything from the show, you just saw it and went "ha, everyone thinks hes just a guy when hes actually super cool and powerful" no no no, he IS cool and powerful but look a little closer and at his core he is still LITERALLY JUST A GUY 😭😭😭

hes such a guy.....

[whateverdraws1008]

........Day 7 (August 16th), 2016 - 17:32:37 - Just Like Old Times

Kill Shepherd. Price and Soap just fell with the boat. Price is nowhere to be seen, Ghost been sniping and supporting from far. He saw them falling, he probably will be coming soon... maybe nik. No matter...- Kill- Shepherd. Soap runs into two of the shadow company soldiers, bleeding weak on the ground. He passes by, watching as they die slowly... until he sees a silhuete passing by, son of a bitch- its him. Soap follow him, slashing through the air with his knife in hands.. filled with rage, in hopes it'll reach the General's back. It wont... General Shepherd stops by the old broken car, Soap tries one more time and gets beaten to the ground, Shepherd stick up the knife on his chest and give his last speech. Fuck.. 30,000 man in a blink of an eye, fucking damnit-- Just shoot him alredy.. its hurting like hell. But. A shot is heard. What the..? Shepherd is stoped by the loud sound later with a loud growl of pain. Shepherd cant think for long tho, he's hit in the head with a bullet. Who- shoot that...? Price is that you-? No. Its a soldier, an unknown soldier. He has the Task Force emblem on the shoulder.. but- who is it? This ain't Ghost.. The others are dead. What...? The soldier turns around, looking directly at Soap. Those- broken goggles.. is that antennas-? oh. Oh god. Thank- God---! ROACH! ITS HIM. I CANT BELIEVE ITS HIM..- Soap looks in disbelief, recognizign his sargeant. He tries raising his hand, but Soap is too weak.. Roach is trembling, its easy to see his hand shaking like a bloody old lady would. He isnt moving to do anything though. He's just watching Soap, standing there almost as he wanted to say something, but couldnt. Mactavish coughs with his breath irregular, if not completely failing. Roach aims his pistol towards Mactavish, slowly and reluctant. He will shoot. 3 2 1... ... the pistol is shot away and Ghost appears, he fits a punch on Roach's chin. No mercy. Roach steps away, dizzy and with a bleeding lip. Ghost finally stops to analyze the sargeant, and realizes its Roach. "Gary-? GARY--!" No time for chatter, Roach punches Ghost's noze. He fits a kick to Ghost's stomach, and starts a fight. Soap's watches that as he crawls to where the gun has fallen. Roach sees that and go straight step into his arm, all weight put in. Soap growls in pain, he sees moviment on the corner of his eye, price is crawling with a bleeding shot wounded leg. That was the shot sound then.. "What has gott'n into you..!!??--" Ghost fights back, defensive. Roach used to be pinned down all the time, playfully or training. He always got a little mad at it, but was happy to learn. Happy to be a part of Task Force 141. Happy to be with them, his friends, his new family. ... That wasnt that Roach anymore, not now at least. He was faster, stronger.. colder. Maybe not as strong as Ghost, but enough to not lose easily. Roach wouldnt let out a single sound. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ... and then i stopped writting there- i might never continue. BUT- to anyone who might wanna change it, rewritte, use... Welp, its all yours ;]

man- im tripping now. THINK- THINK ABOUT IT. VILLAIN ROACH. After shepherd betrayal, he survives. But for the task force he was dead. Ghost was saved tho. Roach wake up, at that completely empty place. Death in every place he looks at. The smell of burned meat on him, all lengh of his body aches with burns.. The shot wound, he can feel it. All of it. He tries screaming with his weak, painfull voice for help, he crawls on the floor, he cries so much. The pain- its to much. Where's everybody? Where's task force? Captain Mactavish- they- they'll come for him. For sure.. Roach survives going back to makarov's safe house. Days go by. They- they abandoned him there. If General Shepherd would betray all of task force... what- would make task force any different..? They wont need the damn Roach almost dying every time, wont they. He's in complete rage and sadness, the Captain he would die for, his best friend, his general... That hurts worse than the burns.

DIDNT GO TO FAR FOR THIS ONE, BUT MIGHT BE SOMETHING LIKE THAT. HMM.

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

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