#and they talk about their girls in length too

[yuons]

IN EQUILIBRIUM, 一目ぼれ

──── in between loving and longing

缘分。 sim jaeyun x f!r .. ╱ 15OO+ o — angst fluff。 cau ! tion profanity jealousy toxicity guilt tripping jake is a douche non-est rs orbit

sinossi. jake didn’t think stringing you along would have consequences— until he sees you with someone else. he told himself it wouldn’t matter, that your attention wasn’t something he needed to begin with. so why is he chasing after you now? so desperate to pull you back, losing you was never part of the plan, but he needed you back into his orbit.

REBLOGS ◜◡◝ FEEDBACKS

jake’s jaw tightens, his fingers curling around the glass in his hand.

he doesn’t know what it is — why it bothers him so much — but watching you stand there, laughing with him, sends something sharp and bitter through his chest. it’s like an itch just beneath his skin, something he can’t reach, can’t soothe.

it’s not like you’re his.

he was the one stringing you along, keeping you at arm’s length, refusing to let things get too serious. but god, seeing you smile at someone else like that? like he’s the only one in the room? it makes his stomach twist in a way he doesn’t want to analyze.

he hates it— no, he despises it. despises the way that guy stands too close, how effortlessly he pulls your laughter from you, laughs that should only be his to hear. he wants to walk over, wrap an arm around your waist, and remind you exactly where you belong. wants to watch the light in that guy’s eyes flicker out as he realizes he never stood a chance.

he wants to scare that guy away, make sure he never even thinks about you again. wants to back you against a wall, kiss you until your mind goes blank. until he’s the only name you can remember, the only one you want to remember.

but all he can do is stand there, jaw clenched, watching from a distance. jake’s grip tightens around his drink, knuckles turning white before he forces himself to take a slow sip, the bitterness of the alcohol nowhere near as suffocating as the simmering hatred clawing at his ribs.

jay says something, some meaningless conversation jake barely registers. he nods along absently, eyes still locked on you. it’s only when jay goes quiet that the words finally break through.

“ah,” jay hums, tilting his head towards you. “your girl found a new guy?”

jake finally looks away, exhaling sharply, “don’t know what you’re talking about”

jay lets out a laugh, shaking his head, “come on, man. we all know this ‘she’s just a friend’ bullshit is a lie” he leans in, voice dropping just enough to twist the knife, “you’re fucking in love with her.”

jake’s jaw clenches, a muscle ticking as he fights to keep his expression neutral, “i’m not.”

he’s not.

“right,” jay drawls, unconvinced. then he shrugs, taking a slow sip of his own drink, watching, “so him doing that to her doesn’t bother you, huh?”

jake barely hears the words before his head snaps back to you. and then he sees it.

sees him.

that guy. his hand creeping lower, fingers inching dangerously close to your ass.

that finally ticked him off.

the glass in his hand slams onto the bar, the sound sharp, final. his body moves before his mind can catch up, legs carrying him across the room, hands flexing unconsciously in the pocket of his jacket.

in a few strides, jake’s hand lands on the guy’s shoulder. not hard, not rough. just firm enough to make a point. almost friendly. almost.

the guy turns, brows furrowing slightly, confused by the sudden contact.

“hey,” jake says smoothly, voice light, almost casual. “nice to meet you. name’s jake.”

your head snaps up at the sound of his voice, but he doesn’t look at you, doesn’t acknowledge you. his attention is locked on the guy in front of him, his grip tightening just enough to make the other man shift uncomfortably.

the guy blinks, clearly caught off guard, “oh, it’s-”

jake doesn’t let him finish.

“never seen you before,” he cuts in, tilting his head slightly, “how’d you get in? this party’s invite-only” his tone is different now, still smooth, but sharper. each word laced with something edged. “did you sneak in?”

the guy’s expression twists, offense flashing across his face, “what? no, i didn’t—”

jake hums, unconvinced, and then — before the guy can even process it — his hand leaves his shoulder and finds your waist, fingers curling around you, possessive, unyielding.

“well, if you were invited, you would’ve already known this is my girlfriend.” his voice drops lower, a rough undertone creeping into it. his jaw clenches, his fingers press into your side as his eyes lock onto the guy’s, “and i don’t like people putting their hands on what’s mine.”

the guy exhales sharply, stepping back instinctively, his gaze flicking between you and jake.

jake doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. he just watches, silent... daring him to make the wrong move.

the guy swallows hard, hands lifting in surrender, “i’m so sorry. i didn’t know- i should just- i’m going now,” his voice stumbles over itself, his feet following soon after as he disappears into the crowd without a second glance.

and just like that, he’s gone.

your hands are on jake in an instant, pushing him away, and only then does he finally look at you.

you’re pouting.

fuck.

he wants to kiss it away. grab your face, press his lips to yours until you forget why you’re mad. but he knows better. knows that spark in your eyes, the way your breath comes just a little sharper, the way your arms cross tightly over your chest.

you look adorable when you’re mad.

and hot.

you always look hot.

“what the hell was that?” your voice is sharp, cutting through the pulsing music around you.

jake shrugs, mouth set in a tight line, “he was about to borderline assault you.”

“i’m not talking about that, jake.”

his eyebrows draw together, “then what?”

you scoff, looking away. is he seriously that dumb?

“i told you last week i wanted to distance myself from you. what part of that don’t you understand?”

jake pressed his lips in a tight line, irritation creeping into his features, “it’s not like i followed you here.”

“i’m not saying you did,” you snap. “i’m saying, why can’t you let me talk to other guys?”

his jaw locks, “because.”

your brows lift, “because what?”

a muscle in his jaw ticks, “because all those guys are terrible.”

a dry, humorless laugh leaves your lips, “oh, and you’re not?”

jake stiffens, but before he can even attempt to answer, you press on.

“i mean, let’s think about it,” you say, voice dropping into something mocking, “you did make out with my enemy in front of the entire school— but, oh, you said sorry, so i guess now we’re even, right?”

your words land like a punch, sharp and unforgiving.

jake exhales slowly through his nose, his fingers fidgeting at his sides. he doesn’t have a comeback for that.

not one that would fix anything.

not one that would make you stay.

“that’s what i thought.” your voice is sharp. but underneath it, below all the anger, there’s something emotional, something that longs for all his actions to be untrue.

jake doesn’t say a word, just stares. his silence feels heavier than anything he could’ve said.

and it pisses you off.

“you know what?” you let out a breathless laugh, “just go date her. i don’t fucking care anymore. clearly, you value her over our—” you pause, the word thick in your throat before you spit it out like it disgusts you. “our nothing.”

jake flinches.

good.

the same word he threw at you a week ago. the same word that took everything you ever were to him and reduced it to dust. nothing.

you take a step back, maybe to ground yourself, maybe to put some distance between you.

“now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m gonna go find that guy again, because at least he’s nice. and at least he doesn’t” you pause, glaring at jake, “at least he doesn’t make me feel like this.”

jake suddenly moves forward, desperate, like his body acts before his mind can catch up, "don't go."

it’s barely above a whisper, maybe you imagined it.

you wish you did.

you act like you did.

but you hesitate.

and jake catches it. the way your breath catches, the way your fingers curl into your palms like you’re trying to hold yourself together.

“please.”

that one word, the way his voice breaks on it, makes something inside you stutter.

“i” his hands twitch at his sides, like he wants to reach for you but knows he shouldn’t, “i’m so sorry. i didn’t know what came over me when she kissed me, and i haven’t slept since, and knowing you hate me and it’s fucking killing me, i don’t know what to do—”

his voice cracks again, and your chest tightens.

“you have every right to hate me,” he whispers, “but please. please don’t leave me.”

you squeeze your eyes shut.

you shouldn’t turn around, you should just walk away, you should make him feel every ounce of pain you’ve felt for the past week.

but you do turn around.

and you wish you didn’t.

because hell.

jake looks wrecked. his eyes are red, tears slipping down his face, jaw clenched like he’s physically trying to stop himself from breaking down completely.

you hate him.

you told yourself you despise and loathe him.

so why are your hands reaching for him?

jake’s breath stutters when your fingers brush against his skin, cupping his face, your thumbs swiping away his tears. his eyes flutter shut, like he’s afraid that if he moves, you’ll pull away.

and maybe it was because of how cold his skin is compared to yours, or the tears that keep falling, you know that you don’t want to let go.

𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗶 : this is one of my experimental pieces so i hope it will be given as much love as the others 💌 this is for anna because she really liked it !

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[thealexchen]

Why Dontnod's games feel original and inspired (and why Deck Nine's games don't)

So, I've talked at length about how Double Exposure feels much more like a corporate product than a playable piece of art entertainment [My initial thoughts on the DE trailer] [My thoughts on the early access paywall] [My thoughts on the weird marketing].

But now with the release of Lost Records, I feel like I have no choice but to confront the question: were any of Deck Nine's games truly original or inspired in any way? And honestly, I have to say no.

Objectively, I could say it's because Deck Nine literally has not produced any original IP's since their rebrand from Idol Minds in 2017. Their only narrative adventure games are all part of the LiS franchise. But even their most original game, True Colors, pretty obviously follows the first game's narrative formula (young woman with a superpower investigates a sudden disappearance/death in a small town with a dark secret, has two opposite sex love interests, learns about a twist villain, is nearly murdered, and goes through a psychological nightmare in the last episode) to a tee. But oh look, there's also a LARP!

But I believe there's more to it than that, because when I look at Dontnod's games, they are always inspired by other works. Life is Strange 1 plays very clear homage to Twin Peaks with the Pacific Northwest setting and Rachel Amber resembling Laura Palmer. Max Caulfield is named after the protagonist of The Catcher in the Rye, another novel about the fleeting innocence of childhood and superficiality of society. Life is Strange borrows tropes from Donnie Darko, Groundhog Day, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, Stand By Me, and even Blue is The Warmest Color for its themes and plot points. Just take a look at its "Shout-out" page on TV Tropes. And the result is... something completely original, with riveting plot twists, memorable characters, and an ending that will make you cry.

This shouldn't make sense, right? You'd think this big soup of references would turn into an indistinguishable mess of cliches, but Life is Strange managed to be a synthesis of everything the writers loved and were inspired by, to become something completely new. Why? Because nobody had tried to take Twin Peaks, Donnie Darko, and The Catcher in the Rye and turn it into a video game before! And make it gay!

The point being, Dontnod consistently makes original material because they take creative risks. This is definitely not done lightly, since they still need to be a company that generates profit, but they still prioritize making art over selling out. Their stories feel inspired because they are inspired; when writers love what they're writing about, the result is a passion project that has loving, clever nods to all the works that are woven into it.

So perhaps a way to reword that first question is to then ask, "Have Deck Nine's games ever been inspired by anything?" And unfortunately, the answer is still no. Instead, they just copy what they hope will sell well. And a bland imitation for the sake of generating profit is never going to produce anything that feels original.

This takes me back to Lost Records, which is also clearly inspired by the same works: Twin Peaks, It: Chapter One, The Craft, The Blair Witch Project, The Goonies, Stand By Me. But again, no other game studio besides Dontnod has ever looked at these works and thought, "But what if it starred teenage lesbians instead?" Or, more specifically: "How do we capture the spirit of what made these media great and incorporate that into a new story for a new audience?" And those characters have so much thought and care poured into them too: while I've been disappointed that Double Exposure Max looks airbrushed to hell and back, I love that the Bloom & Rage girls have asymmetrical faces, acne, freckles, body hair, skin discoloration, and diverse body types. Double Exposure is marketed as nostalgia bait for fans, where Max is reduced to a prettied-up, polished-up, representation of nostalgia, not even her own character anymore, in a game that otherwise has no connection to the original. Her quips are reduced to "Hey! Remember our good ol', dad-joke cracking, dorky Max Caulfield??" and her grief is shoved aside for "Hey, look at that appealing new love interest! Because we knoooow y'all love your sapphic romance, right?"

By contrast, Lost Records has only been out for 10 days, but I already feel like the girls are some of the most memorable characters I've come across in gaming for the niche they fill. Swann seems like your typical Max-like dork, except she's also a movie buff and giddy about bugs, horror, and the paranormal; and has clearly been affected by her mother's fatphobic beliefs. Autumn is a level-headed leader who always stuck to her desire to help others, and her Blackness naturally informs her desire to feel valued and not cause trouble in a small, very white, conservative town. Nora intrigues me so much for going from a fun-loving rebel punk teen to a more gender-conforming, capitalist-leaning, influencer businesswoman. And Kat feels like an evolution of Chloe's cynicism, where her scrappy charm belies an almost unsettling obsession with the occult and a deep, tragic chasm of rage at having to confront her mortality far too young. They make sense. They feel carefully written, genuine, and like real people.

But most of all, Dontnod's games have never felt like products. In fact, most of their characters have historically gone against the grain of what traditionally "marketable" characters are. The first LiS took all these aforementioned stories about straight white men and chose to remix and retell it through the eyes of a young, queer, time-traveling girl instead. Tell Me Why is the first AAA game with a trans protagonist, and Tyler is voiced by a trans actor in all the language dubs. Lost Records decided that it would tell its story through four queer teenage girls, with women writers onboard, and fucking own it. As long as Dontnod keeps making games that stick to their creative integrity, I'll keep respecting their vision in whatever they decide to create next. Also, maybe I should finally watch Twin Peaks.

Thank you for reading!

[g0r3wh0rre]

facefucking w jay and after he makes you gag on his dick and swallow all of his cum he’s swiping up the rest that spilled from the corners of your mouth up and making you gag on his fingers next

@prkhaven : “ jay showing off his new rings and matching bracelet that came in the mail… “

📌 NSFW, MDNI! park jongseong x fem!reader • oral (m. rec), dom!jay, dirty talk, praise kink, lots of pet names, face fucking, finger sucking, hand and finger kink, spit kink, cum eating, cumplay

jay just wanted to show you the new jewelry he ordered. he loves to show off his new purchases, and he loves even more to hear how much you like them— all of the sterling silver he has wrapped around his wrists and fingers are all for you, anyway. he knows how much you like his hands.

but that was just the issue, when he reached out to you with expensive chunky rings adorning those long, veiny fingers; you liked his hands a little too much.

just the sight of them are enough to get you wet some days, the motions of his fingers plucking at his guitar reminding you of something else entirely. jay could work magic with his fingers, able to make you come undone before you can even register it, get you trembling and whimpering from your pink puffy pussy squirting over and over and over again. he’ll overstimulate you until you’re begging for him to stop, and only then will he even consider putting his cock inside of you.

you’re addicted to the pleasure his hands bring you. whining for his fingers in your cunt even when you’re out in public with the other members, keening into his ear about how badly you need him. and seeing those pretty hands adorned in jewelry… you weren’t any better than a rabid animal.

“fuck, yeah, princess, just like that~” he purrs, his rings cold against your skin as he guides your head up and down on his hard leaking cock, “taking this dick like such a good girl…~"

you moan is muffled around the hot swollen flesh that you swallow deeper down your throat, the fat bulbous tip of jay’s cock making you gag and splutter. filthy wet noises echo off the walls, a frothy mix of drool and precum dripping down your chin and onto your lap. jay’s hand caresses your cheek before moving to cup the back of your head, tugging you roughly down onto his cock until you choke loudly.

“that pussy’s dripping, isn’t it, princess?” he coos honey-sweet, his thumb swiping across your jaw comfortingly as you struggle to take his entire length in your mouth. “i know you want my fingers deep in that cunt, don’t you? answer me.”

you nod dumbly around his dick, raising your hand to wrap it around what you can’t fit— he swats it away effortlessly, wrapping a fist around himself instead to continue feeding his shaft down your tight throat. his girth makes a visible bulge in your throat, you can feel it, and the hand jay has on the back of your head slides down to press down on it with a sick smile. “make me cum and i’ll give you what you want, baby, okay? no hands, be a good girl.”

you relax completely, allowing him to fuck your throat with reckless abandon— he coos at the tears that begin to slide down your hollowed cheeks, the sight making his cock throb between your spit-slick lips. it doesn’t take him long to empty himself down your throat, throwing his head back with a beautiful groan buzzing deep in his chest; there’s so much you choke on it, hot and thick filling up your cheeks and spilling down your throat, nasty globs and bubbles of it dripping out from between the pulled back corners of your lips. he leaves you ruined and filthy, pulling his softening cock out to rub his fingers across your face, smearing his cum and your spit all over your chin and cheeks.

“nasty girl.” he chuckles breathlessly, sliding two long, thin fingers between your lips and curling them against the inside of your cheek. you suck them in just as you did his cock, gazing up at him with big wet eyes as he shoves them deeper and deeper until you gag. “i love it when you make a mess.”

[lynn-writes-things]

a god’s obsession

aizen x reader

TW: TOXIC!!!!!!!, nsfw, possessive behavior, sacrilegious/sacrilege, god kink, fingering, penetration, cheating, slapping, choking, biting, hair pulling, a little bit of blood is mentioned?, rough sex, bruises, degradation, dirty talk, brat behavior?, slight dacryphilia, Aizen might be obsessed with you, corruption, mating press, petnames used condescendingly

WC: 2.8k

notes: I haven’t written a full length fic in like several years, please be kind and excuse any mistakes in pacing 😭

He fucks his subordinates a lot.

It’s not like he tries very hard to safeguard that little secret - that he’s screwing most of the girls who follow him behind your back. In a way, you feel pity for them, because they don’t know that he still slinks back into the bed you share after each encounter with one of the little girls that he doesn’t even deem worthy of learning their names - but you’ve been the only “woman” in his life, as he puts it, since you first met him forever ago, back when you both were subordinates to Captain Hirako in squad five.

At first, you resented him for the fact that he was a serial cheater. But, to be fair, you had known fully well what you were getting into when you agreed to marry the man, back in the Soul Society. You knew him - the real him - even back then. Because once you had made the mistake of gaining his trust, there was no going back. He told you everything, never hiding a single detail of his master plan from you. By then, it was already too late for you to even consider leaving him - he’d kill you, you knew it - and nobody would believe you about your claims of his evil deeds anyways, because once he was promoted to Captain, nothing could touch him. He knew it, and so did you, so you let him corrupt you instead. It was an easier task than you’d like to admit.

So now, after growing too tired of his adultery, you decided that you’d even the playing field, but you took it further than he had. He’d sleep around with Arrancars that he considered nothing more than canon fodder, ones who weren’t impressive in the slightest, who could never really join his ranks - but who had a pretty face. But you? Well, you fucked Grimmjow. You fucked him a lot, actually. Any time Aizen pissed you off, or you caught him reeking of another girl’s perfume, you’d seek out the Espada and drag him off somewhere to take out your frustrations.

Needless to say, it infuriated your husband when you came to bed with bite marks on your shoulder and blooming bruises on your thighs and on your hips. He gripped your chin hard enough to hurt, the look in his eyes something you had seen countless times, though never directed at you before, cold and sinister. “Who?” He demanded through clenched teeth.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You had the nerve to snark back with a smirk. The hand on your chin had wrapped around your neck before you had a chance to register it, and he had you pinned to the bed, glaring at you with a fire in his beautiful golden eyes that would’ve surely put the fear of God in anybody else, but only stoked a very different kind of fire within you.

“Yes, my dear, I would in fact very much like to know who is sleeping with my wife.” He growled, low and menacing.

“Well, considering every other woman in Los Noches is sleeping with my husband, I’d consider us even. Wouldn’t you say that’s fair, my love?”

He smirks, a cruel and evil look that only serves to further excite you. “I’ve told you, darling, those aren’t women. They’re merely insects to me, little playthings. Nothing more. You, on the other hand, are quite the woman indeed..”

“If that’s the case then, sweetheart, I believe I’ll keep my little plaything as well.” Your coy smile enrages him, his grip on your neck tightens.

“Only one?”

“For now.”

“Tell me who it is.”

“One of your Espada.” The way you say it so proudly, the sweetness in your tone like a deceptively delicious venom. “I’ll let you guess which.” He doesn’t have to. He knows.

Setting his jaw, you catch the barely perceptible twitch of his right eye as he sneers. “Grimmjow..” His voice is a low growl, you know that you’re in danger, but you like it that way.

“Ohhh, look at that - we have a winner! You know, Sosuke my dear, it’s no fun if you guess right on the first—“ His hand collides with your cheek, leaving a stinging pain in its wake from the force of the slap. Turning to face him once more, you blink at him, your expression down right incredulous, as his is simmering with rage.

“You little whore..” His voice is a warning in itself, yet so very addictive. “Fucking someone like him? I had no idea my own wife was so pathetic.”

“How very rich of you to call me a whore. Do you forget your own sins so easily?” The venom in your voice is the sweetest of poisons, Aizen wishes he could drown in it. He’d give a reply about how he has every right to anything that he wants, as his God-like status demands of him, but at this point in his life, he cannot bring himself to place you below him in such a way. If he’s God, then you are the Goddess he defaults to; you rule beside him, but he would carry out your will with all of the power he possesses - he would destroy the entire world with himself in it if you wished him to. You don’t know that Aizen is truly capable of feeling love, but you once thought Sosuke was. You aren’t entirely sure if you are either at this point - but you do believe that you are as close as he could ever get. He hates it. So do you sometimes.

Instead of speaking, he crashes his lips against yours, hungry and possessive, like he’s trying to claim you all over again. He will remind you of your place - of who you belong to - the only way that he knows how, by absolutely ruining you. He’s more civilized than to rip your clothing off of you, instead he very slowly frees you from your confines, each touch as possessive as it is teasing, like he’s branding you with nothing but his bare hands. Unlike Grimmjow, Aizen knows your body like the back of his hand - knows exactly where to touch, and how to touch, to make you fall apart over, and over, and over again. First, on his fingers, the rough pads of such deft fingers curling into your core, he knows exactly where to hit to make you cry out, and he knows that he’s hit his mark when that telltale gasp leaves your lips - breathless and eager for more, like always, and he’ll give you exactly what you want. His thumb presses lightly to your clit, teasing the bundle of nerves with pinpointed circles, varying the pressure he applies so that you can’t quite get used to how he touches you, but the way that your body responds to each touch tells him that he’s doing a good job.

“Did he touch you like this? Tell me, darling, did his fingers feel better than mine?” The man above you asks, his voice low and daring. All you can do is shake your head, a soft “No, sir,” leaving your lips, and he rewards your answer with a sinister smirk and an increase in the ministrations that you’re sure will make you lose your mind before too much longer. But he won’t keep you waiting long, not tonight - no, in fact, he wants to set a new record for how many times he can make you come undone for him tonight, he will unravel you thread by thread until you’ve completely lost yourself in his silken sheets. Then, like an expert seamster, he will put you back together again, only to thoroughly destroy you once more. Once, twice, three times he sends you over the edge with his skilled hands, until the majority of his forearm is covered in the sweet nectar that he considers sacred. All the more reason he’s enraged that you would dare to give it to another, much less someone he considers to be so far below himself.

His stamina is parallel to none, and you can’t tell if that’s a blessing or a curse right now, as each girthy inch of his cock enters you so slowly that it nearly drives you mad, the smirk on his lips is sinister and smug, his eyes just a touch feral. “Tell me, my love, did he feel as good as me?”

You’d sass him if you didn’t fear for your safety if you pissed him off any further tonight. “No, sir - nobody could ever feel as good as y-you..” Your voice hitches as he bottoms out with a low growl at the way that your warm walls engulf him so nicely. He leans over you, with your legs wrapped snugly around his toned waist, his voice a low rumble in your ear. “You flatter me, dear.. Though, none of my playthings could ever hold a candle to you, either..” It makes you question why he has such an affinity for them, then. You don’t ask - can’t ask - as his hips begin to grind against yours, slowly at first, because he knows the way his trimmed hairs grinding against your already overly-sensitive clit, coupled with his cock buried deep inside of you, drives you absolutely insane. He relishes in the way you writhe beneath him, trapped under him so you cannot get away, not like you would try anyways. He doesn’t care, he won’t take the chance. He’ll keep that pace for only a little. His discipline is usually something that he takes great pride in, but right now he only cares about proving a point, and that becomes obvious as he pulls back until only the tip is left inside, and slams back in with a force that reminds you all too well that this man is, in fact, the most powerful being in this entire realm - perhaps even in all three realms. He sets a steady pace, fast and rough but easily sustainable for him, and his hand once again wraps around your throat, squeezing at the sides until your vision starts to blur, and all you can see is that evil, reverent look in his golden eyes as he sends you over the edge of bliss for a fourth time tonight. A dangerous growl reverberates in his chest from the way you try so very hard to cry out in ecstasy, but are only able to just barely squeak out his name instead.

“Such a good girl you are.. It’s easy to forget what a cheap whore you are as well,” He sneers, his pace becoming more ruthless, expression colder. “Running off and fucking one of my men? You dared to let that overgrown house cat leave such filthy marks on your perfect skin?” You’ve never heard him so angry before. It should not be this hot. His fingers find the bruises Grimmjow left behind, pressing into them harshly, glaring daggers at the bite mark left on your shoulder.

“I’m s-sorry..!” All you can do is gasp, his pace is too punishing to even consider taking a much needed deep breath of air, not with how he has your thighs pressed to your chest - he’s always had a preference for having you in a mating press.

An incredulous scoff leaves his lips, the look in his eyes growing progressively more feral as he speaks.

“You’re sorry?” He echos, laughing bitterly. “I’ll show you sorry - my precious, little, slut..” Each word is punctuated by a thrust, he slows his pace just enough for you to catch your breath, just for a minute, because he can’t have you passing out, not this time. No, you won’t learn if you pass out. Once you’ve had what he deems sufficient oxygen, he bends your thighs further back, your lower back lifting up with them, but he effortlessly holds you in place as if the weight is nothing to him (it’s not), his hips falling back into that brutal pace that’s sending you into orbit. Blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, threatening to break the skin that the man above you had only just called perfect moments before - but if Grimmjow left marks on you, then it's only fitting that your husband leaves more, right?

“Sosuke, I—“ For a second time tonight, your voice is cut off by a slap across your face, this time slightly harder. He doesn’t want to actually hurt you, he’d never dare use any more strength than this on you - you’re still his most precious treasure, after all.

“You will speak only when spoken to.” He demands, one arm wrapped around your leg to keep it over his shoulder, meanwhile the hand that had just slapped you moves to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling a bit harder than he means to, glowering down at you. You’re close again, and he knows it, he knows every sign your body gives, no matter how subtle it may be. A cruel smirk once again graces his full lips. “As a matter of fact.. Apologize to me. And I expect you to do it properly this time.”

The brutal pace of his thrusts slows to allow you to speak, though these slower ones are no less intense.

“I-I’m sorry, my love, I—“ He yanks your hair once more, the smirk dropping from his face almost immediately, eyes narrowing with a warning that you dare not ignore. “Please forgive me, my lord.. I’ve sinned, I- I’ve done something terrible, and I’m so- so very sorry..!” The words tumble out of your lips, and for just a moment, you feel like a child apologizing to a priest in a confessional booth. This might be just as cramped as one of those small booths, just as suffocating - in both instances, you’re still hoping that your words might reach the contemplative ear of a God, only yours is the beautiful man above you, and he is far more vengeful. “I’m sorry, Lord Aizen, I’m sorry!” Your words rise in pitch as you approach yet another little death. The God-like man above you smirks once more, you can tell that he’s pleased.

“Pray for your forgiveness, and I may just look past your insolence.”

“Please grant me mercy, my lord.. I’m so very sorry, please— please forgive me for my sins..!” A rich groan leaves his lips as a tear runs down your cheek, his own release nearing from hearing your desperate prayers, from feeling the way that your walls threaten to squeeze the life out of him, because you love it just as much as he does. His hand leaves your hair, his touch is surprisingly gentle, almost tender, as he wipes away the tear from your cheek.

“You’re forgiven, my delightful little whore,” He practically purrs, his pace speeding up once more - although not nearly as punishing as it had been. “Now, cum for me. I want you to scream my name, make sure everyone hears you..” And you do. Oh God, you do - your hands finding purchase on his strong shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to worry the skin, but it only provokes Aizen to go even harder, only pushes him that much closer to his own release. Sounds of your desperate cries of his name echos off of the walls, and you’re certain others can hear, not that you can be bothered to care at this given moment. Aizen follows you over the edge soon after, a deep groan and a heated husk of your name leaving his lips as teeth find your neck, biting hard enough that he can taste a hint of your blood, but you don’t dare stop him, not when it feels this good.

Slowly, he stills on top of you, lets himself lean over you as he balances on his forearms, letting your legs carefully fall to your sides as his eyes take in your beautifully ruined expression. Once again, his hand comes to your cheek to brush away a few more tears that had fallen in your throes of pleasure. His eyes are softer now, his smile almost gentle, and for just the most fleeting of seconds, he looks like the man that you fell in love with again - he looks like your Sosuke. But you know that he’s not. He never really was. It doesn’t stop you from reaching up, your own trembling hand touching his cheek, thumb gingerly stroking over the peak of his cheekbone.

“You look especially beautiful like this, you know?” His voice is softer now, too. “Such a pretty little thing.. I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I?”

“No.. Not too badly..” You answer, still a good bit out of it. But that’s okay. He leans down, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“You did well, my love. Now, let me get you cleaned up.”

[bigsoggyboots]

Ephemeral

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Cowgirl!Sev × Black!CityGirl! Reader

random disclaimer: sorry I dipped for like 2 weeks. I encountered major writers block for the first time and went through a stressful 2 weeks of school. Now I'm sick, had to miss a day and a half of school, and wrote this. You could probably tell what I was reading to have me make an idea like this LMAO.

wc: 774

cw: mentions of drinking.

I referenced so many songs I have to put a list:

SAY SOMETHING - TWICE

Brave - TWICE

Green Eyes -Erykah Badu

Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You - Erykah Badu

SAPPY - RED VELVET

an: I said a lot already but the image below is one i edited using Picsart for the first time. It's free to use lol.

“Who woulda’ thought..” Sevika's words brought you away from the scenery before you. She still looked ahead, gripping your hand a little tighter. “..that all I needed was a city girl to show me this.”

You looked ahead, at the rain you both couldn't bear to look away from, then back at her. “Show you what?”

You saw a smile creep on her face before a chuckle left her. “How to find contentment in the mundane.” You blink in surprise. “You think I ever sat and watched the rain with anyone else?”

You turn and feel the blush fill your cheeks as you watch the rain she was talking about. You hated when this happened; when you'd get flustered and grow acutely aware of every sensation. And fortunately so, Sevika did that to you.

Since the day she reeled you in on her horse to now in the early foggy morning on her porch swing.

God, it's a love-hate feeling.

You knew she was watching you, those perfect steel eyes swallowing you whole. She was waiting for you to say something.

‘Please say something you blundering fool.’

“I know the feeling,” You smile, your gaze meeting hers. Neither one of you looked away. “I hadn't known something like that until I met this girl.” Sevika grimaced at your words, the huff leaving her making you chuckle.

“The work I had to do was long, hard, and exhausting. Day in and day out, I did damn near the same things. Wake up, eat, feed the animals, do chores, sleep, repeat.” You saw the way her face softened. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't heartwarming. “I was bored of it all.”

She gripped your hand a little tighter, egging you on. She scooted in closer. Maybe a wrists length away from you now. If you weren't so desperate to kiss her, you wouldn't have calculated that so fast.

“Then there was this one night in the barn. We both got drunk as shit, and she told me all her secrets that night.” Sevika forgot about that. She thought you did too. You told her the day after you did. Liar. “I don't think I'll ever forget that night. The blush on her face, the open wrinkly shirt,” Your eyes trace around her lips. “the smeared lipstick on her lips.” You played a dangerous game there and Sevika chuckled at your bravery.

“Anyways, the night was boring. But, for the first time, I loved it.”

The rain picked up and so did Sevika's smile. You've never seen her so open with you, and the comfort that it brought you was better than any touch could ever give.

“I wanted to live in that night for the rest of my nights. I've never wanted to drink with anyone else but that country girl.”

The rain filled the silence the two of you didn't bother to disturb. What else more could be said? 3 years of feelings were just spat into the air. You couldn't feel simultaneously more uncomfortable and so proud of yourself.

Yet, you both still held the same distance. You feel the shaking in her hand as she forces her hand to still.

Why is she shaking? Why is she waiting?

Then it hit you.

She's waiting for permission.

“Kiss me? Please?” Your voice comes out in an embarrassing squeak. Her lips encapsulates yours before you can even think.

☆

Southern drawl soothes you, puffy lips infuse you, and Ms. Cowgirl can't take her eyes off of you. Nothing but you.

Sevika's too good to be true. You wish you could remember how many kisses were being exchanged, out of either happiness or lust, so you could possibly keep it somewhere in the back of your mind.

“You're smotherin’ me.” You joke as the dogs bark. Even they grew tired of your sappy shenanigans.

The sun peeked out now, the sunrises glow decorating itself on you and Sevika's complexion. It was beautiful seeing how the sun creeped on your figures.

Sevika didn't bother to say a thing, pressing one more quiet kiss to your collarbone. While you stared ahead, Sevika kept her gaze to you. Her laugh was mischievous, prying your gaze away for a moment.

You feel something being placed on your head, and as you felt the object, you realized what Sevika was missing.

Her hair was free now, a little ruffled with small fly-aways; and now she could hardly contain the smirk forming.

Ephemeral was this moment. In your mind, you took a million snapshots as she said her next words.

“You're mine beautiful. And I'm yours. Ain't nothin’ gon’ change that.”

☆

[ambrosiagourmet]

Kabrin is like what if we survived the trauma together but I needed you more than you needed me and I’m angry and bitter and trying to keep it together but I’m FAILING and everyone can see I’m failing and that I’m a failure and what if you only keep me around out of pity, what if you only ever befriended me out of pity… except also I see you and your calm focus and your suave demeanor and I understand that you are just as messy inside as I am, and I wonder how many parts of yourself you have cut off just to keep everything small enough to fit inside of you.

[spitblaze]

when heterosexuals do literary analysis of works in which queerness and the persecution thereof are major themes which they just completely skip over or call 'confusing relationships'

[hannahwdraws]

Just a couple of girls from The Free Marches

"I can't believe the girl I taught to weave flowers at the Arlathvhen grew up to be the 'fearsome' Inquisitor."

"I can't believe Varric didn't put two and two together sooner that we might have already known each other."

"Try not to blame him, you're so different from the girl I knew from back then."

"I'm still just a Dalish girl from The Marches"

[spiceberrie]

bob mckenzie's chapter about connor got reposted on reddit and it's just soooooooooooooooo... he's insufferable actually.

how are you this insane and so successful at watering it down.

[girlivealwaysbean]

i think growing up is just life repeatedly sucker punching you and saying bitch you thought things were gonna better lmao no you're so naive and stupid for having hope in 20 years the world will be flaming bag of garbage and no matter how hard you work you'll get eliminated at some point

[dimonds456]

Grits my teeth. One of these days I'm gonna rant about HTTYD 3. I hate that movie. I hate it so much. It's such a slap in the face to the entire rest of the series. I keep hearing people praise it like "yeah the other movies are about Hiccup and Toothless as a pair, but this is a movie about them as individuals " THEY WERE ALWAYS INDIVIDUALS! THATS WHAT THE FIRST MOVIE IS ABOUT! ITS WHAT MAKES THEIR RELATIONSHIP SO SPECIAL!!

I've only come across one HTTYD 3 negative video essay I like and it doesn't even cover HALF of why I dislike this fucking thing. The movie pretends TK have seen the rest of the series, but if that were true, it would actually KNOW how to write Ruffnut as someone other than this lovesick dumbass. It would know Tuffnut isn't fucking ableist towards Hiccup?? Snotlout would not fucking make fun of Hiccup like that or insult Stoick.

It completely removes their development from the TV series. Race to the Edge is the best Dragons media out there aside from the first movie and I stand by that. But if this movie's writers has seen it they'd know how much of a joke it is that Hiccup and co can't take on Grimmel. GRIMMEL IS JUST VIGGO AGAIN BUT WAY WORSE. I HATE HIM.

I need to save it. I need to save it. But ooooooo you guys have NOT heard the last from me about this. I have this stupid movie so much.

[lunalunawillow]

Just read Kick It Up a Notch and while the event's story was good why did it do the thing that a good chunk of VBS stories do (especially the more recent ones since Walk On and On) of just dragging the fuck on certain points 😭

Project Sekai's pacing is overall pretty great considering how story heavy and extensive it is! With Leo/Need and Nightcord being perfectly paced and WxS and MMJ having minor yet negligible hiccups but then Vivid Bad Squad's is just all over the place?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying their story is bad (trust me they do have banger,good paced stories and I'm excited for the heartbreaking plot twist coming up in June) but some of them just drag on for far too long

For example, Toya getting inspiration from the hospital guy is interesting but it loses it's appeal when it feels like 75% is focused on him and not Toya making music (and later getting to appreciate his bond with Akito) which was supposed to be the plot of the event??

And also the aforementioned recent Kohane event with the middle just feeling like meandering to have the ending randomly feel like her version of Vivid Old Tale minus the nostalgic undertone turned sad by more recent info and the much better pacing that event had

I have more examples of this but I don't want make this rant(?) much longer but TLDR vbs please stop making parts of your events go on for far too long 😭

[the-acid-pear]

Why did my cooking dream get hijacked by my brain making a William Afton oc and au what was that about.

[sysig]

What are some rare characters you love that you think people don’t draw or write about enough

Do Max and Dex count I love them and I feel like I'm approximately 80% of the Helix fandom rn lol

Doug Peterson and Russ Frushtick from Law Abiding Citizen - the fandom has gotten real quiet over time but I still love them so much ♥ There's a lot you can read into or leave silly with their dynamic, I still wholeheartedly recommend the emerge, transformed series as one of my favourite interpretations of Russ especially 💕

The Editor from Jazzpunk - he's just a silly little guy! It's honestly such a shame that he's only really in the last chapter, I would love to see him explored more, he's the worst ♪

Tatsumi Souichi from Koisuru Boukun - genuinely one of my all-time favourite characters, and The Only Good Tsundere as far as I'm concerned lol. I'm gonna write about him! I've got my fanfic and video essay sitting in my drafts, but like agh!! He's so interesting!!! So beautifully flawed - he's internally consistent which is my Favourite - and watching him grow and change while still being himself over literal years has been a truly unparalleled experience as a reader 💖

Luke Wigglebig and Florette from Pajama Sam: You Are What You Eat From Your Head To Your Feet - I joked before about being the only person on the internet who ships them but like, I'm pretty sure that's actually true lol. Even just more fanart of them by themselves would make me happy, they're so cute!! Especially Luke, his design is adorable

And then probably a more well-known one but I haven't been following his fandom popularity lately haha, Fai D. Flowrite from Tsubasa - him, Nova, and Watanuki move in and out of being my CLAMP faves, though Fai is probably the most complex of the three of them. And he's a trash man! A garbage fire of a wizard ♥ I love him

[nekoklavier]

had someone tell me it's weird I like shane sdv for being fat and always bring it up because "it comes across as fetishistic". what the fuck. why is it you can only like fat people as a Weird Sex Thing and not because you just think fat bodies are beautiful, im gonna punch someone

[fingertipsmp3]

Getting back into journalling does sometimes feel like I’ve given myself homework I cannot lie