#and will hopefully be satisfied with the outcome

[endominator]

Who pushed her?!

[readychilledwine]

Threesome

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth ✨️

Threesomes fall into a few different play types: domination, voyeurism and exhibitionist, and Zelophilia *jealousy play/competition play* and there is a ton of psychologically behind why couples or even singles looking for new fun may partake in one. Threesomes are so desired in the kink community for a few reasons. Here's a few of the most common:

Polyamory - Some people genuinely do enjoy sexual and non sexual connections with multiple partners, so threesomes are a natural outcome of that mindset and lifestyle. It isn't for everyone, but for those who enjoy having multiple partners, there is nothing more satisfying than getting to express the love and joy you all share in one mess of flesh and sweat.

Sexuality exploration (especially among the bisexual community) - it helps allow you to explore questioning sexuality or known sexuality with multiple genders, two people of the same gender, gender fluid people. It can also help if you have a bisexual partner who misses the touch and feel of the sex they are not currently with.

And rekindling - a threesome is an exciting new experience a lot of people do not commonly get to try due to insecurity, jealousy, lack of foundation and trust in the relationship, but when/if you are lucky enough to get to have one, it's. So. Thrilling. It is a new person you get to show off for, a new performance, a new stimulant. It can help rekindle passion, bring new spark, and in some cases teach new methods and positions you haven't tried before.

Threesomes are not something to just casually throw into your love life, though. Threesomes can destroy a relationship as quickly as they can add to it. You have to make sure you and your partner agree on your third that boundaries are set and understood and that you both feel secure. Otherwise, like we talked about with cucking, this can destroy a relationship fast.

Also, before the ask even comes in. Yes. The answer to your question is yes, because at least one of you is going to secretly wonder and possibly send the anon.

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✨️ As always, NSFW below cut ✨️

Lucien x Reader x Azriel

Warnings - dom!Lucien, sub!reader, switch!Azriel, oral (m and f), competitiveness, mentions of Tamlain (which has potential as a ship 🤔), technically dp, praise kink, ps this dynamic was hard to write, so I went with my heart, hopefully it isn't disappointing.

“She doesn't even want you!” You sighed, swirling the wine you had been nursing for the past 30 minutes as Lucien and Azriel fought.

It was no wonder Elain had run and fallen straight into Tamlin's arms. The two males before you were constantly at odds with each other, constantly stroking their own egos, fighting like children trying to claim the last piece of candy, and quite frankly, they were irritating.

You sighed as your mate's winged flared in anger at that statement, "And what? Do you think she wants YOU? That's comical, Vanserra. Really." You had thanked the Mother and Cauldron for Azriel daily, you truly had, but something about Lucien had captured your mind, and the male, still upset about his own bond failing due to your mate, had taken advantage of that. That didn't stop you from loving Azriel, though. From wanting him. From wanting both of them.

You two had not planned on falling in love with both, but here you were, married to Lucien due to a drunken night in Adriata and mated to Azriel.

You didn't understand why Elain felt the need to choose and to chase. You could have them both if you wanted, and just to prove that point, you untied the satin robe you were wearing, revealing the lack of clothing underneath. Lucien was the first to notice as Azriel continued ranting. His hand had gone to your thigh instantly, eyes locked on your own as he devoured the sight before him. You reached for his shirt, pulling you to him and settling him on top of you. “You sure?” It took Lucien's husky voice dripping in desire for Azriel's shadows to curl his ears, whispering that you were staring at him, waiting. 

“I want you both. Please.” Lucien was more than happy to oblige, placing soft kisses down your body, relishing in every noise as Azriel stared, eyes wide in lust and shock. 

Lucien wasted no time, going to where you wanted him most and nipping at your inner thigh as he placed them over his shoulders. Lucien looked up at you, eyes locking on yours as he took his first lick at your core. He smirked with pride as your head fell back, a mix of a moan and sigh leaving your throat. You reached on hand to Azriel, the other tangling into Lucien's hair. Azriel moved to you, breath slightly hitched. He squatted down by you, grabbing your throat gently right as Lucien locked your bundle of nerves between his lips, licking and sucking on it. 

Azriel held you in place for him, a smirk growing on his face. “Look so pretty like this, baby,” his free hand moved to your breasts, pinching your nipples and groaning as he watched you try to squirm only to be held in place by Lucien. Azriel tutted you softly, “Be good for Lucien, sweetness. Gotta listen and stay where he wants you, or I'll just play with him while you watch.” 

Lucien groaned against you, fingers squeezing your thighs as if he enjoyed the thought of that. He looked up at you, one eye whirling to search for any sign of discomfort, the other blown out with lust and need. 

Lucien didn't eat you out like a male starved. No, every lick and suck was methodically planned. It served a purpose to send wave after wave of pleasure down nerves begging for more and more. You heard Azriel's clothing coming off, and you felt the room shift as you got closer. “Hurry up and finish her off, Lucien. The quicker we get her onto the bed, the sooner you find out what a gift her mouth is.” You whimpered, drooling at the thought of choking on Lucien. "You want that, don't you, y/n?" 

Azriel forced you to nod, laughing at your big eyes and quick submission. Azriel pushed Lucien's head further into your cunt, watching with heated eyes as your head went back further into the pillows, breathing becoming more shallow and rushed. "Gods, she's fucking close. Look at you, Lucien, making our girl so happy. Do you want her to cum for you?” Lucien grabbed your thighs higher, pulling you into him more and moaning at Azriel's hand, tugging and tangling in his red locks. "How lucky am I? Two beautiful submissive little creatures both so eager to please.”

You felt Lucien's smirk, knowing he had just as much of a dominant streak in him. You were just happy to be there. To play the part of this needy creature, especially if it meant drowning in pleasure. Lucien pushed a finger into you, curling it and chuckling as you gasped his name, toes curling. He focused on you and you alone, not even watching as Azriel went down to you whispering in your ear as his scarred hands tweaked and played with your nipples. 

You were a mess for them already. Core drenched and begging, clenching around Lucien's single finger tighter and tighter as your moans and cries began louder. Falling over the edge with Lucien was always easy. He didn't make you see stars. He made you see worlds. He made you cry and beg. It was no different with an audience. Lucien forced you over that edge, hands tangling into his hair, screaming his name, and coaxing little noise after noise of over stimulation from you once your high ended. And then jealousy flooded that bond you shared with Azriel. 

Azriel lifted you from the couch as Lucien watched, taking you over to your bed and tossing you down with effort. Lucien seemed surprised by the smile that appeared in your face as you got onto your knees, hands roaming Azriel's chest as the male pulled your hair back and forced you into a rough kiss. 

You held a hand out to Lucien as he did, a quiet invitation to join you two instead of just watching. Perhaps it was selfish, but you wanted his hands on you, wanted to feel him. Wanted to feel both of them. Lucien came to the bed and started kissing down your neck, warm hands resting on your hips. “So fucking beautiful, baby,” his voice caressed your ear, sending shivers up and down your body. 

Azriel pulled apart, hazel eyes filled with lust. His hand went to Lucien's face, and his thumb traced his plush lips. “I believe she thinks the same thing about you.” Azriel ran his hand down to Lucien's throat, squeezing it softly, “Are you going to be a good boy and listen?���

It was then that you giggled, and Lucien smirked, “Are you?” The question sent electricity through the air. It bought a new challenge, a new competition between the two males. You scooted away as Azriel studied Lucien, watching and waiting. “I promise you this is a game I will win,” Lucien raised a brow to Azriel. “Can you handle that?”

For the first time in the many years of friendship you and Azriel shared, you saw him blush, “I-”

“Let us take care of you, Azriel,” the domination in Lucien's tone was so gentle. “When's the last time someone took care of you?” Lucien stood and moved Azriel to sit on the bed. With a quiet authority, he used two fingers to beacon you over to him. “Lovely, I want you to undress him for us.” 

“Yes sir,” Your hands went to the clasps around Azriel's wings, undoing them while you kissed the side of his neck. Once the back was able to free his wings, you moved in front of him, hands running over the smooth fabric before pulling the shirt off. 

You had to resist the urge to lick every dark bargain tattoo to trace each swirl like you knew Azriel loved. Lucien had given you a task. One you had to focus on. Your hands went to his pants, and he stood to allow you to slide them and his underwear down. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. It was hard, leaking, ready. Lucien grabbed you by the back of your neck, stopping you from what you desperately wanted to do.  “Hands and knees on the bed. You have to be good to earn his cock.” 

Azriel watched you obey in silence. Lucien wasn't forcing. He wasn't rough, and he didn't have you screaming and drooling. He just commanded and used gentle touches, and you obeyed. “Do you want to get her ready, or do you want me to?” 

“I will,” Azriel ran a hand over your ass and Lucien stopped him before he could spank you. 

“Be gentle with our girl. She's been such a good listener. She deserves soft tonight.” Azriel could hardly understand what that meant, what being soft in bed meant. “Submission is a gift. Look at how easily she handed us that present. Doesn't she deserve to be treated well for being such a good girl?” 

Azriel felt a wave of something setting in. If he was good, would he get a reward? Would he get to be loved this gently? He ran a finger through your core, making you cry out, and slowly, he pushed it in. You felt your eyes roll as he did, feeling yourself stretching around just his finger. 

You had always told Azriel how much you loved his scars, and it took him fingering you 3 times for him to find out why. He began to open you slowly, pressing each movement in the area he knew you loved the most. Lucien leaned down and captured Azriel's mouth in a long overdue kiss. 

This is what they needed the whole time. And outlet to their mutual attraction. A place they could safely explore each other. Lucien began to stroke Azriel's cock as Azriel added another finger inside of you. Your moans and cried were background music to them as Lucien pulled his mouth away. “Do you want her pussy or her mouth? I'm more than happy to just watch you fuck her while she sucks me off.”

Azriel hummed, “She's more than capable of handling-”

“She wants one of us in her mouth. We've had enough sex at this point while you've been enjoying the pleasure houses that I know her. If she was in the mood for anal, she'd be very vocal about it.”

Azriel's fingers pressed hard into your gspot, making you scream his name. “Please. I need more. I need-” 

“Don't beg,” Azriel growled at you. Lucien glared as you whimpered in submission. “I also know her. Look at how wet and ready she is. She could handle it.”

“It's not a question of can or can't, Az. It's if she wants to. Y/n, what do you want?”

Azriel felt your core Tighten around him, pleased Lucien cared about your wants and needs. “Not anal,” Lucien motioned towards you after your answer.

“If you let me pick, I'm taking her mouth,” Lucien said plainly.

Azriel huffed and nodded, “I've never been this gentle with her.”

“Clearly. She loves it. Look at her.” It was true you did. You were relaxed in a state of complete bliss, moaning as Azriel's fingers touched all the best places. Azriel was memorized by the sight. By you not bending and breaking to his will as a dom, but flowing and thriving under another male's. You listened without question, didn't mouth off to Lucien. This side of you, this pretty girl, he liked her almost as much as he loved his little brat.

He loved the part of you that sassed him, that pushed him, but this, this beautiful offering of whatever they wanted as long as you wanted it as well, it made his heart flutter. Azriel moved behind you as Lucien moved in front of you. Your hand was instantly on the Day Court heir’s cock, stroking him in time with Azriel's fingers. “Whenever you're ready, Az,” Lucien was staring into your eyes as he spoke. “She's ready.” 

Azriel took his fingers out, coating himself in your essence before lining up with you. Taking Azriel was always a stretch, and Lucien praised you both all the way through it, “Look at how good you two are. Perfect little pets for me, aren't you?” 

Azriel groaned at his words as he began a gentle but deep pace. He hit every spot so perfectly filling you like your body had been made for him. You focused then on Lucien's aching cock, moaning as you licked your way up and took the head into your mouth. Lucien relaxed on his knees, wrapping your hair in a makeshift ponytail and he guided you in time with Azriel.

It did not take long for the pace to get frenzied, for the two males to be focused in bringing you to completion again in order to allow them to chase their own highs. 

Each moan around Lucien had his head falling back, and each twitch of your core had Azriel cursing. You could feel heat rising and building. You could feel core lower stomach getting tight in need. 

Azriel looked to Lucien and the male smirked and nodded. You screamed as Azriel began pounding into you. His thrusts became rough and deep. He arched your back more allowing him to hit your gspot over and over as he pushed you further onto Lucien's cock. 

Lucien smirked down at you, “This is when you look prettiest, you know that? Choking on a cock, stuffed full. You look so pretty when your eyes glaze over and you get desperate. You want to cum, don't you angel?” You could only moan around him in response as Azriel grabbed your arms, leaving you fully at their mercy and forcing your muscles to strain. 

The heat in the room grew to a roaring fire as the noise of slick and skin meeting skin rang in the air. You could feel that boil threatening to burst, feel it aching as you were used by the two males you love. This was heaven. It was safety. It was burning passion. A shadow moved to your clit and you lost it. Moan became whines and whimpers. 

You could tell Lucien was close. His eyes were screwed shut. His pace in your mouth was sloppy. Between your tongue, the vibrations of your pleasure, and newness of the 3 of you together, you could feel him twitching, feel him ready to release. 

He held you to him as he came, and Azriel continued pounding. You swallowed every drop of him greedily and whined as he pulled out. “She's so close,” Lucien forced you to look at Azriel. 

Your mate smirked before planting one foot on the bed and his pace became impossibly faster. Both males laughed as your eyes rolled in pleasure and your jaw fell open. Azriel groaned loudly as you tightened around him, “That's our good girl. Cum for us. Finish on my cock.” 

With a flick of a shadow and one well aimed thrust you fell apart, screaming as you tumbled from that edge. Azriel immediately lost himself in the feel of you pulsing around him and found his release moments later, listening as Lucien praised you and talked you through your high, guiding you back to them. 

You collapsed into Lucien's lap and Azriel into your back. The room was filled with the sounds of labored breathing. Azriel gently pulled out of you and Lucien took the towel the house summoned to clean you all off. 

You had never been more thankful for a large bed in your life as the three of you laid there processing what had happened. “This is happening again,” you declared firmly. Lucien just nodded, and Azriel agreed softly. 

"I've never handed over control," Azriel confessed softly. "I've never done that."

Lucien just smirked at his accomplishment, "Then, with me is a safe place to learn."

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[fawnforgold]

| 11:30 p.m. |

Dottore x Afab!Reader | Minors do not interact

Warnings: Dark Content, Modern Au, Break in, Reader has a vagina, Noncon, Violence, Reader goes by no pronouns, Reader has a history of hallucinations, wrote this in tumblr drafts so yeah lmao.

Summary: Spending Halloween night with Zandik had always been the plan, but when he gets a call in the middle of the night things change.

A/n: Happy Halloween! I wanted to share this awful (/pos) idea i had for dottore so yeah <3

You looked at your phone again. Still no word from him. You sighed and locked your phone, turning your attention back to the television. It had been hours since Dottore had answered that unexpected call. He was quick to get dressed and inform you that he would not be spending the holiday with you.

“Can’t you get someone else to do it?” You had waited for this day all month and now suddenly all your romantic plans had been ruined.

“I’m afraid not.” He replied, his tone a little somber.

At the time you were too hurt to even say goodbye, but he kissed your forehead regardless. Scrolling the many channels on your tv you hoped to find something to occupy yourself until he eventually returned home. You checked the time, 8:30 pm. Maybe, he would be home before midnight. Even that would be a more welcome outcome than falling asleep in an empty bed.

At the very least you figured you’d make the most out of what little time was left of the day and chose one of your favorite Halloween movies. It wasn’t much but it was something at least. You promptly made yourself a bag of popcorn to munch on before the movie had started. Sitting back down onto the couch you let out a frustrated sigh. Hopefully the popcorn and movie would be enough to distract you from the uncomfortable ache you felt.

Around the half way point of the movie you had somehow dozed off to sleep. A few hours following you woke up to a rustling sound in the kitchen. Rubbing your eyes and yawning you made your way towards the kitchen. Looking around and calling out for Dottore you searched for any sign of him but there was nothing. Leaving the kitchen you searched every other room before you decided to call it a night.

Entering your room you turned the lamp on that sat on your bedside table. You yawned as you looked in the mirror that hung on the wall while you took off your jewelry. You stopped for a moment, squinting at the reflection in the mirror.

“What is..?” You swore you saw someone behind you, but you knew how prone to hallucinations you were, so you tried not to panic.

Unfortunately what you saw was not a figment of your imagination, because as you rubbed your eyes to hopefully clear your vision you were faced with the sight of a masked figure standing in the corner of your bedroom. It all happened so fast. You opened your mouth to scream, tried to make a run for it, but the man was quick and unbelievably strong.

Before you know it your body is pressed up against the wall with your back against your assailant’s chest. You tried to scream but he kept his palm clasped tightly against your mouth. Tears had begun to spill from your eyes as you looked around to try and find a way out of the situation.

If only Zandik had stayed home, you thought, maybe this wouldn’t be happening.

But it was. It was happening and there was nothing you could possibly do to stop it. That reality became increasingly real as you felt the man’s hand slip between your legs and play with your bud. He was gentle and precise about every part of you he touched, and you’re not sure whether that made things better or worse. You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together as he pulled away his hand to grab at your ass roughly. That isn’t how you wanted it to go. Not with some vile stranger.

You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would all be over soon. Praying that the sick pervert would be satisfied enough to leave, but that was not the case. Instead you were dragged to your bed and thrown onto the mattress. You took this as your chance to run away but the man grabbed you by your ankle and yanked you back towards him.

Letting out a pained whimper you stare at him in pure terror. For a second you think about screaming, maybe even trying to wrestle your way out of your intruder’s grip again, but that idea dies when he whips out a pocket knife to then cut your clothes down the middle. You try to close your legs to hide that sensitive part of yourself but your legs are promptly forced apart and something is then pushed inside of you. You let out a scream upon the intrusion which is quickly suppressed by the man’s hand.

He says nothing and instead raises a single finger in front of his mouth to signal for you to quiet down. Using the palm of your hands you try to push him away, slap him in the face, and even go as far as to try to rip his mask off, but it’s no use. Instead of entertaining you he decided to hook his hands underneath your knees, pushing them against your chest and starting to fuck you at harsh pace.

Even with your mouth covered your cries turn into sobs that are heard all too clearly. You push away every effort of the intruder makes to connect with you, slapping, biting, and scratching him in every place imaginable. You even tried to kick him at one point. Unfortunately he was much more stronger than you anticipated.

He kissed your neck and hummed softly as he felt your walls hug his cock. He rolled his hips to meet yours, pinning you down by your wrists as he allowed himself to fully relax and enjoy the taste of your body. Ignoring your violent attempts of escape was almost too easy for him to do at that point.

You refused to admit defeat even if everything was indeed pointless. So as he smiled you glared at him, looking directly into his eyes and thats when you saw it, the color of his irises. Red. Blood fucking red. You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach, your expression softening in betrayal as you finally realized who was behind that mask.

“Z-Zandik?!” You couldn’t breathe and your head had begun to spin.

He grinned. “Hello, darling.”

[gabessquishytum]

The ask about alpha Dream dicking alpha Hob so good he not only becomes an omega but gets pregnant has not left my brain. Like, at all.

Add to that my love for beefcake omegas and we get Dream suffering because Hob's already glorious chest is even more glorious now that he's in the late stage of pregnancy, but he cannot do anything about it because Hob keeps complaining about how sensitive his chest is :(

Hob meanwhile is googling how many hints can you drop about wanting your alpha to play with your tits until you just have to outright tell him without making it weird because your relationship is new and not exactly clear.

Or less googling and more like starting a reddit thread because this is a niche issue but he needs advice damn it.

- 🍃

Deeply obsessed with this actually!!!!

I can imagine that the reddit thread goes a little like this.

morpheusalpha: I (35M, alpha) accidentally bitched someone and now he (33M, omega) is pregnant. At first we weren't together, but we have decided to pursue a relationship and we are very happy together. However, he is now reaching the late stages of pregnancy and I have become unreasonably obsessed by his breasts. He is now very well endowed and generally very uncomfortable (due to soreness) and I do not want to make him feel worse. How should I approach this issue?

----------weirddreammer: bro how do you accidentally bitch someone wtf

----------yourfavouritelibrarian: hello! i would recommend asking your omega partner how best you can help him. he may be very glad to have your attention on this newly developing part of his body! good luck to you both!

-----------newomega1389: omg I'm in the exact opposite situation to you!! I recently became an omega via bitching (best thing that ever happened to me btw) and I'm currently pregnant!! Tbh I wish my alpha would be interested in my tits, I'm a little shy about them but I really want him to touch and I'm super horny but I don't want to scare him off haha. Hopefully we both find a resolution!!

It takes them an unreasonably long time to work out that they're talking to each other on the same damn reddit thread. At least Hob can blame pregnancy-brain, Dream has no excuse for being oblivious. Except maybe that he was distracted by Hob’s new boobs...

In any case they finally have a chat about the issue, and both of them are thoroughly satisfied with the outcome. Hob feels truly like the happiest omega in the world as Dream kneads his full, sore tits and covers the newly burgeoning flesh in kisses. This is the life he was meant for. He can't wait for his milk to come in, so that he can provide for his child... and maybe let Dream have a suckle now and then. As long as he gives Hob a good long knotting in return!

[dystychiphxbia]

☆ - Meeting your parents for the first time!

something short n simple to hopefully get out of writers block!

gn!reader

characters: reo, nagi, sae

Mikage Reo;

Reo always comes off as a confident person who always gets his way with things

At least that's how you've always known him...until now

For weeks prior to the fated day, he has been asking you so many questions

"What type of food do they enjoy?" "Do you think (restaurant) would be a good place?" "Should I start with talking about my education or my plans for the future? Or my achievements in soccer? Or maybe my wealth?" "What are your mother's favorite flowers?" "Should I buy them an expensive bottle of whiskey? Or wine? Would they like that?" "Does your mother wear silver or gold?"

At this point you are so done with him

So you look at him straight in the eyes and tell him to just be himself

Easier said than done when he really wants to make a good first impression

You are the love of his life, he doesn't know what he would do if this evening went badly

But in the end...Mikage Reo is Mikage Reo

The dinner goes way better than he ever could've imagined

Your parents already know so much about him...Mainly since you've told them a lot of things, but also because he's...well, Mikage Reo.

Reo is charismatic and familiar with such situations, he's honestly so smooth with the way he speaks the whole evening

So your parents approve this relationship...Honestly they probably gave their approval the moment they heard the name Mikage but oh well!

Nagi Seishiro;

Nagi kind of just doesn't care much?

He doesn't care about making first impressions or getting your parents approval

And him first meeting your parents just happens on a random evening

You had begged him to walk you home from school and your mother basically forced him to stay for dinner

"Wow you are so tall! (Y/n) has told us so much about you!"

Nagi isn't sure how to act since it happened so unexpectedly

And honestly he probably doesn't leave the best impression

Your parents ask him questions about his plans for the future and his answers aren't exactly what parents want to necessarily hear

But...he plays soccer and that possibly equals good money so he is good for now

And your parents know how happy he makes you, so you get their approval <3

After dinner he tells you how awkward he felt the whole evening...

During it he realized that you are such an important person to him, and he wouldn't want to lose you over one flimsy dinner...he wished he could've prepared for it

Next time he visits, he brings a small bouquet of flowers...just to make up for the last time...your parents see that he cares about you a lot, approved! <3

He probably asked Reo for advice but that shall be a secret from you and your parents!

Itoshi Sae;

From the first mention of his name, your parents have already given their approval

But Sae will make sure to leave a good impression as his own person

He would probably set up a simple dinner in a restaurant you could never afford

He is so formal with your parents...You've never seen him so polite with anyone

And the confidence. He doesn't ask many questions prior, and answers all the questions your parents ask so confidently that you think he has a whole script for this

And yes maybe he did practice his answers a little beforehand

But that he would never tell you...

Oh, your parents are indeed impressed...Sae didn't go overboard with anything, and everything just seemed so perfect...

Approved!

Later he admits that he was a bit nervous about the evening

You may tease him, but in the end you two are just satisfied with the outcome

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First page of the oneshot

Title card Next

Hopefully the next page will get out sooner, I struggled with this one and is not completely satisfied with the outcome

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 31st

Day 31: Free For All

Mando x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Fight Club style sex, anal sex, mlm, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fucking and fighting, face riding, oral sex (female receiving), helmet riding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

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The loud squeal brings your eyes back to the center of the floor, stopping the conversation between you and another armored warrior as you watch Paz Vizsla take his prize. The the ruby red back armor of his opponent bows, the body lurching forward while a cock that you swear is as thick as your wrist sinks into the man to the hilt, the blue heavy- armored warrior pawing at the black flightsuit of the man under him so he can wrap his beefy, leather cladded paw around the smaller man’s cock while he fucks into him ruthlessly. 

The sight is one that is common now, occurring every week after he challenges Dorin Fatuk and wins.“I don’t know why Vizsla just doesn’t enter into a Riduurok with Fatuk.” Magda grumbles underneath her helmet. Scoffing and turning back towards you while dismissing the very public coupling that is occurring as other Mando’s talk and watch. 

You snort indelicately, watching Paz’s frantic thrusts while Dorin moans and writhes under him like he does every week. Giving in and accepting the defeat with a certain frantic relief. You don’t miss the way Dorin starts to rock back against the cock hammering into his ass. It just further proves your theory that maybe the smaller Mandalorian wasn’t fighting as hard as he could when Challenged. “Because then the Armorer wouldn’t let them fight.” You hum knowingly, sending a smirk back to the purple and gold helmet of your friend, watching your reflection in the T of her visor. 

Mandalorians love to fight, you think they goad one another on purpose, to have them pull their blades and clash. It was why the Armorer had decreed that all fighting be done here, in the Pit. 

The Pit was a portion of the covert that is far from the large passageways that house foundlings and younglings. Wanting to keep the noises away from their tender ears and the sights from their young eyes. The Pit’s rules had evolved along the way until it was known as the Fuck Club. 

You had the opportunity to deny a challenge, no one would look down on you if you did. Beyond the usual shit talking that seems to be second nature to Mandalorians when one or more gathers together. You wouldn’t be forced to fight. 

If you did fight, there were two outcomes if defeated. You would have your helmet removed, disgracing you and breaking your Creed, or you would be fucked. Anyway that the winner wants, right in front of the entire crowd that had gathered in the Pits that night. It was public, dirty and often violently satisfying. Nothing was better than fighting and fucking to a Mandalorian. You don’t remember the last time someone actually had their helmet removed. 

“Vizsla’s always been a showoff.” Magda huffs, making you grin at the annoyance in her tone. “Guess we can add exhibitionist to the list of traits.” 

You hum, turning back and watching the scene unfold. Paz pulls Dorin upright, nearly lifting him off his knees as he continues to thrust into him. The other man’s cock dribbling pre-cum and looking like it’s about to explode. You can’t even imagine how it feels to have the fucking hulk of a man batter against a prostate. Although you swear you had seen Paz and Dorin huddled off in a corner of the tunnels before the fights started. Hopefully it was so that Dorin’s poor little hole could be prepped to take that fucking python. 

“Are you going to fight?” You roll your eyes at the question, hearing it every time you decide to come down to the Pits to watch. 

“I wear no armor.” You remind your friend, motioning to your uncovered face and the noticeable lack of beskar that covers your body. You aren’t a Mandalorian, you have not sworn the Creed, although you are allowed to live among them. Their protection and acceptance among their covert in exchange for going out and securing supplies and bartering for necessities so that they can remain relatively hidden. 

“And?” The indelicate snort coming from your friend makes you grin and shake your head. “You could still beat half of them, armor or not.” Just because you did not wear their armor did not mean the Mandalorians had not trained you to fight. You enjoyed the time you spent training. They had wanted you to be able to protect yourself when you went to the surface. 

“Still-” You break off when you hear another cry, watching as Dorin’s cock starts spurting ropes of cum and hearing the roar of the heavy armored warrior behind him as he thrusts deep one last time, obviously cumming himself. The cheering among the covert was loud, raucous as they thump their fists on the plates over their breasts, covering the sounds of the two men as they ride out their pleasure. 

The noise turns into a mixture of conversation, the attention no longer on the men in the center of the ring but on the figure that has moved away from the wall. 

Din Djarin. He rarely comes to the Pit. The shiny, silvery beskar reflects every light in the place. Drawing more than a few visors his way. 

He’s a bounty hunter, often away from the covert. Traveling the galaxy and traveling to places that you can only dream of. The most you see is the rough market in Navarro, going above ground for the covert so they don’t draw more attention to themselves than necessary. Often wishing that he would take you with him, but you know that Din Djarin doesn’t even know you exist. 

His steps are slow, almost a saunter as he walks into the center of the Pit. The almost lazy perusal over the crowd, as if he is searching for his quarry makes a shiver run down your spine. He looks imposing, even among the Mandalorians here. There’s a moment when his helmet stops on you it seems and your heart skips a beat when he lifts his hand and points at you, loudly announcing your name to the spectators. 

You, he challenges you. Your eyes widen and you can feel the hundreds of eyes suddenly on your helmetless face. Making you wish that you had their armor to hide your surprise and embarrassment. To have that shield from the world and make them interpret your silence or the tilt of your head. 

Everyone is waiting for your refusal, you can hear the whispers starting to rise through the crowd. Djarin’s visor is still fixed on your face, body completely still as he silently demands an answer to his challenge. 

Why you? There are others to challenge. Plenty of available women in the covert who would gladly fight or fuck him. Is it some sort of test?

When you stand, the crowd roars, their leather clad hands pounding together in a muted, yet impressive thunder of applause. Making you a little more sure of yourself as you make your way down to the center. 

The rules are simple. No bombs, no blasters, no blood. Anything else is on the table, although you don’t wear hundreds of weapons strapped to your body at all times. Your flight suit is plain. A blaster on your hip, discarded onto a table to be retrieved later, a vibroblade that you have tucked under your sleeve, and a throwing knife in your boot. 

Standing in front of him, you weigh your options. Wondering what kind of strategy to take. There are weapons available. Sticks and practice swords. Something that you imagine the younglings using when they are training, but these weapons never leave this room. 

He’s quick. Moving before you can even blink and making you feel like you are behind the curve as he jumps towards the table to grab one of the weapons. Knocking into his shoulder harshly and groaning at the solid weight of the man. He’s like trying to move a giant wall of beskar. 

The noise of the crows fades as your vision narrows. All you see is Djarin, watching his core, his footwork as you start to pummel each other. You have a longer staff, a spear that you are using to your advantage. Pushing him back and knocking him off balance in a feverish melee attack. 

He’s good, you have to give him that. He’s quick thinking and his skills are impressive. Taking hits equally as well as dodging them and your attack is quick if you do say so yourself. Despite not being a Mandalorian, you helped train the younglings at times. 

‘Crack!’ The sound of your spear snapping over his chest plate makes you hiss, rolling off to the left when he attacks, bringing the sword down where you had once been standing. Giving you time to leap to your feet and sucker punch him right behind the ribs. A weak spot between his chestplate and backplates. He groans and stumbles forward, clutching his side and you use his bend over frame to climb up his back, wrapping your thighs around his helmet and starting to squeeze.

Din is trying to throw you off, but you hang on. Making sure that his helmet was firmly in place but you apply pressure to the cowl wrapped around his neck, effectively using it against him. Making it where he is struggling to draw breath and you both fall down when he collapses. Tapping your thigh and effectively tapping out of the fight and yielding to you. Making you the winner of the skirmish. 

The crowd roars over the victory, and you reach down to grip the edge of his helmet to begin to lift it. He grunts, panting under his helmet and he grabs your hand, squeezing the back of it, although he can’t stop you. If you want to pull his helmet off, it is your right as a victor. 

You don’t. You expose just the lower half of his jaw as your other fingers drag the lower zipper of your flight suit down. Exposing your cunt to his mouth. 

You’re going to ride his mouth. Using him to get you wet enough and then you are going to fuck him. Once again, the roar of the crowd fades as you hold Din Djarin’s helmet and grind your cunt down onto his mouth. 

He licks through your folds, groaning at your taste, or in relief that you did not pull his helmet off. You aren’t quite sure, but all thoughts but pleasure flee your mind when his tongue starts to move. Caressing and flicking over your clit eagerly, and you know that everyone is watching you ride his face, even Magda, from her spot in the stands. 

The edge of his helmet grinds against your clit as your rock your cunt over his face, riding his mouth and his helmet at the same time. Smearing your juices over both.

Quickly working you up with the quick, harsh licks, you reach behind you and squeeze his cock through his own flight suit. He doesn’t wear a codpiece, but he’s as hard as steel when you grip him. Obviously turned on. 

When you pull away, his lower jaw is covered in your juices, the wetness of your arousal glistening through his stubbled hair. He apparently shaves under his helmet, but not everyday. It is sexy to see, because you’ve never really wondered and now all you will think about will be that patchy brown hair. 

The crowd is still cheering, some of them shouting what you should do with Din, others just wanting to see you fuck. Your hands slap his own leather covered ones away to reach down to the zipper yourself. You want to pull his cock out. This is your show, your right as the victor to touch him as you wish. To decide how you are going to fuck him. 

Din groans again when you reach inside and wrap your fingers around him. Like most in the Pit, most Mandalorians in general, he’s not wearing underwear. Letting you pull the thick, uncut cock free and moaning yourself over the sight of it. 

He might not be as big as Paz, but he’s thick. He’s long enough that you know you will feel him in your guts when you sink down on him. Quickly pumping him a few times as you straddle his waist again. 

“I’m going to ride you, Djarin.” You accounce, knowing that the second your mouth opened, every Mando in the place would go dead silent, straining to hear what you are saying. Especially since this is the first time Din’s fought. It’s also the first time you’ve ever accepted. 

“Your victory.” He pants back, yielding to you and it’s strange to see his mouth move since his helmet is still halfway off. It also prevents him from seeing clearly, his head tipping down slightly to get a better look. 

It stretches you, your walls parting at the intrusion of his thick cock when you start to sink down on him. The slow beating of fists on armor starts to echo around the room as you take him. All visors on you as you start to ride Din. 

Your eyes slip closed and you don’t push his hands away when they move up to grip your hips, tossing your head back as you move. Feeling him twitch and pulse inside you. “Mesh’la.” He moans, making you whimper at the term. 

You can’t believe you won, that you are riding him in for all to see. Hands slide up to your breasts, squeezing them as you bounce on his cock and then you gasp when he pulls your zipper down, exposing your tits to grope them. 

The pace turns frantic, harsh. Galloping on your prizes' hard cock as you chase pleasure. Feeling him completely fill you up and press against that spongy spot deep inside you. Every roll of your hips pushes you closer to cumming. 

“Fuck.” You choke out, feeling your pace falter for a moment and you look down at his still exposed lower jaw. Reaching down to stroke a finger down the edge of it. Feeling him pulse and jerk inside you at the contact. 

He squeezes your tits, bucking his hips up hard enough to make you squeal. “More!” You cry, knowing that even if he takes over, it’s still your victory. 

That order is all it takes, Din holds onto your tits as he starts to drive up into you from underneath. Pistoning his hips up at a nearly unhinged pace. Feeling just as desperate as you are as the crowd continues to thunder around you. 

The second you start to cum, your entire world goes white, the wild cries from the crowd nearly unheard as all you can hear is your own blood rushing through your system. Even your own scream sounds muted. 

You don’t even realize Din is cumming as well. That he’s still inside you, lifting you both off the ground as he paints your walls with his cum. All you can feel is the pleasure. The tight squeeze of your cunt around him as your entire body shakes in pleasure. 

Collapsing down onto the hard armor of his chest plate, you pant, trying to catch your breath. Feeling him relax under you as well as you try to come down from the bliss that had blown you into the atmosphere. 

Fuck, you love the Pit.

[gem-de-lune]

bringing seunghan back to riize is only bring damage you guys don't know how crazy these sasaengs especially from sm itself like they're indeed fucking crazy

bringing seunghan back to riize is only bring damage you guys don't know how crazy these sasaengs especially from sm itself like they're indeed fucking crazy

If the company did their job in the first place to protect Seunghan, it would have been fine. They just don't want to go through the hassle. I know how crazy they are. I have been a stan for well over a decade. It is ALWAYS preventable.

Also- i have already said this, and this is the last time I will: Even if he does not rejoin the group, this is about the inhumane treatment of idols. All I want is for the members and Seunghan to be satisfied with the outcome.

Please do not go up in my asks if you have not already read through the content I have put out on this situation, which outlines my thoughts and opinions on the matter personally and divinitively. This is redundant and unnecessary to what I have already said on the matter. It is also breeding negativity and negative energy towards what may happen. It makes everyone more depressed out here. PLEASE stay positive and please stay supportive of an outcome that the members and Seunghan approve of regardless of what YOU think is best for them.

If I get more of these rants saying he shouldn't come back, I will delete them. I respect your opinion, but I do not want this negativity here. We are fighting for his rights to be a human first and foremost. We do not need to split up this way. Our slogan has always been Riize as 7. Straying from this when we need solidarity is not going to be helpful at all.

Hopefully this does not come off as mean. But please stay positive.

Riize is 7!

P.s. If you need motivation or a pick me up to continue fighting, please follow this creator if you have TikTok, she posts a lot of informative things, give frequent updates of the effectiveness of the boycott, and other events and protests you can participate in to help Seunghan:

[burningablaze]

Hawks x Reader - New Spot

Summary: When Hawks discovers that you have ticklish underarms

Ler: Hawks

Lee: Reader

Words: 431

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Hawks had announced to you that he had been taken leave for only a few days from hero work. You want to spend every moment with him while you can and what better way to spend time than to watch a movie on the couch.

As you and Hawks were watching a movie, his chest was pressed up against your back and his arm wrapped around you. You haven’t noticed that his fingers were softly tickling your forearm. It was feeling a little ticklish but nice at the same time that it was enough to make you smile and twitch.

Hawks leaned over to see your expression. “You smiling? Why are you smiling?” He said with a teasing tone and tickled your arm more. “Pfft! Ehehehehehehehehehe Hahahahahawks!” You squealed and tried to pull your arm to your chest but Hawks grabbed your wrist to keep your arm still.

“Aww, my baby bird is ticklish~” He said in a singing voice as his fingers went further up your arm until he reached your underarm. You let out a squeak and laughed louder. “NO PLEASE NOT THEHEHEHERE!”

Hawks stopped for a second. “Well, you never told about this spot. Have you been hiding it from me? Yeah?”

He suddenly lifted your arm and dug his fingers in your armpit. You thrashed and kicked your legs as you screamed out beautiful strings of laughter.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NONONOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Hawks thought up a way to keep you close was to wrap his legs around yours and made sure to hold you tightly as he kept tickling your armpit.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAWKS PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!”

You wiggled around as much as you could to hopefully escape from Hawks’ trap but your strength was weakened by his tickles. He leaned closely to your ear and whispered, “Is it too ticklish, little bird?~”

His warm breath and the soft blowing from his mouth tickled your ear. You couldn’t help but burst into more fits of laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAWKS! I-I CAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT ANYMOHOHOHORE!”

Hawks chuckled mischievously, thoroughly enjoying your reaction. He finally relented and ceased his tickling assault. “Alright, alright, I’ll give you a break.” You took deep breaths, trying to catch your breath while a wide smile spread across your face. “That was... that was so much,”

Hawks grinned, satisfied with the outcome of his playful torment. “Well, you have to admit, it was kind of fun seeing you squirm like that,” He replied then pressed his face against your neck with a playful growl. You squeaked and scrunched your shoulders. You realized your going to be there for a while.

[limerenceheart]

I really like your Headcanon about blade x reader as nahida/rukkhadevata

Can you make part 2? When the reader meet blade again

Its okay if you don't want to

hello! i wrote a very short drabble regarding this request because if i do a oneshot, it would take forever.

part one is here.

Move.

Move to another place or city and never look back, your original plan upon discovering blade's true intentions but the thing is you didn't want to irritate him considering he is just a mere stranger.

a stranger that wouldn't escape from your mind. the stellaron hunter kept to the shadows but it never was a guarantee that he would be satisfied with just observing you.

blade was unpredictable where he might decide to swoop in on you one day or hopefully just grow bored and ditch you altogether. you never told anyone though because it likely would sped up either of these two outcomes.

the second one would be nothing but relieving but the first outcome would be a doorway to never ending hell. what was the stellaron hunter truly capable of? you don't become a wanted criminal just by stealing a few things from here to there.

the curiosity won but after reading one news article detailing his crime, you stopped researching the man because the contents was enough to freak you out. blade used an innocent child as leverage so imagine what he would do to you, a full grown woman.

the mere thought sent shivers down your spine. so as a feeble attempt, you tried to pretend blade didn't exist and resume your daily life. maybe if you became bland enough, he would forget about you but dating was not an option right now since who know what would happen.

since the letter incident, blade had disappeared entirely. the only choice was to forget about him but after leaving the house, you would always double lock the door despite it's being useless.

it still managed to invoke a sense of calmness, so you did it every time but on a particular chilly night, the door was slightly ajar open. your senses went into overdrive after noticing it.

where is blade?

that is when you felt a pair of arm wrapped around you from behind along with a foreign scent.

"boo, (y/n)."

you wanted to scream. blade was standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your frame.

what will happen now?

you didn't know.

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

{♦️♥️♣️♠️🪱Asking Husk if he'd still love you if you were a worm🪱♠️♣️♥️♦️}

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A few words from author: Hello there everyone, welcome to my newest imagines!

So, it's pretty much a routine for me to constantly find new fandoms to add to my writing list, so yeah, here we are again, this time with Hazbin Hotel! ^^

I apologize for not really being active, life's been bad lately and I'm stuck struggling to make it through each new day without considering death lmao.

Tho I'm in the mood for something more on the hurt/comfort side, today I present you some light-hearted and short imagines to hopefully bring some laughs, not sure if these are any good, sorry...

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Settings: Romantic based

Genre: Fluff, light-hearted

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Some swear words, one suggestive line just for laughs, but that's probably all,

Sidenote: Gender of reader is not specified, but if the reader has more feminine feel, then it's purely accidental and I apologize,

Sidenote: These feel so bad and ooc omg end me, I hate my writing,

Sidenote: Am unsure if I'll actively write for Husk, but I just had to do this idea with him cuz it seemed so funny at first, but idk about the outcome,

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That should be all,

Hopefully you'll enjoy,

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"Would I love you if you what? Say fucking what now? No wait- no, I don't wanna even- whatever- sure, for fuck's sake- sure, yes"

Already so fed up with everything and everyone,

and you pull up with this, smh,

Cue to him giving an exaggerated sigh and rubbing his face in annoyance (like in the gif above),

Doesn't appreciate your question,

like at all,

At first he wants to question how'd you even come up with something like that,

or why you feel that question is important,

But he decides against it,

he's really not in the mood for such shit,

So, deciding to just get over with it and satisfy you,

he tells you a yes,

or more like a "yeah, fucking sure, whatever, yes,"

Yes, he'd love you even as a worm, now please leave him be or talk to him about something normal,

please, for the love of Lucifer,

If you don't stop there though and question him further,

he just gives another exaggerated sigh and starts to question why he's dating you,

but he doesn't actually have the heart to make you sad,

so, he goes along with it and answers a 'yes' to any other question you might have regarding you being a worm,

Would he still give you kisses? Yes,

Would he get you a little worm house? Yes,

Would he still talk to you even if you couldn't answer? Yes,

He doesn't have the heart or the energy to respond negatively,

- "Would you still get intimate with me even as a worm?"

"Fucking what- how'd that even- whatever- yeah, sure, fucking sure, yes,"

Just goes along with it,

And when you finally get your fill and you squeal happily at his answers,

and you hug him,

he pats your head with his claws and feels like the boyfriend of the year,

Like- look how he handled the situation without upsetting you,

doesn't he deserve some recognition for that?

At one point he does consider jokingly telling you he'd feed you to the crows tho,

but when he thinks about it more,

and thinks of you actually being a worm and him feeding you to the crows,

he'd feel disturbed and upset at his own idea,

cuz no, that'd be so awful!

he would never do that to you, he couldn't,

no, that thought seriously upsets him and makes his stomach twist and turn,

he may be an asshole, but he loves you too much,

yes, even if you were a worm,

So, he'd make it work even if you were a worm,

Yeah, maybe you were actually asking some real questions,

he'd have to give it more thought and plan out how he'd accommodate to you if you did turn into a worm someday,

Better be safe than sorry,

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[darkbluekies]

Toxic spring breeze

Yandere!doctor OC x reader (y/n)

Summary: you ask the doctor to go outside for a little while. He grants you the wish, but quickly realizes that it was a bad idea.

Warnings: yandere themes, manipulation, poisoning, slight hint at suggestive stuff(?), jealousy

Word count: 1.9k

The sun shines through the curtains. You're shoving spoonful after spoonful of Mac N cheese into your mouth with your gaze fixed on the treetop outside.

"Good morning, Y/N-", Dr Kry says as he enters.

You cut him off. "Can I go out today?"

The doctor halts in his steps with a surprised yet confused frown on his face.

"Why would you want that?" he asks. "What made you think of that?"

"It's so nice outside!" you say and point at the window. "It looks really nice."

"Y/N …"

"Please, doctor. Just for a few minutes. Maybe the fresh air will make me feel better."

That's what he's scared of. If you ever found out about your poisoned air purifier, you'd never be able to love him.

"Can't we just open the window?" Dr Kry asks.

"It's not the same", you pout. "I want to move my body."

"I can book out the hospital gym-"

"Doctor!"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"I want to go out!"

He sighs and runs his hand through his blonde hair. For a few seconds, he thinks about what to do, contemplating the outcomes.

You get out of your bed and walk over to him. Your doe eyes that he finds irresistible meet his.

"Please", you plead. "I'd really appreciate it. I won't ask for anything else for the rest of the week. I'll stay in my room at all times."

Dr Kry sighs and nods. "Alright, fine. I'll let you out in the hospital's yard."

"Thank you so much!"

You're about to hug him, but back away at the last moment. He is not your friend, although he's been nice. He's your … caretaker. There should be some professionalism between the two of you.

"You can't walk outside in that hospital dress", Dr Kry says.

"But I don’t have any other clothes …"

Dr Kry smiles. Perfect.

"Don't worry", he says. "I have some for you. Wait here, okay?"

You nod. He disappears only to return with a black, sophisticated coat.

"Arms out", he orders.

You listen. He places the coat over your body and fixes the buttons for you. With a satisfied smile he nods for you to walk over to the door. He thinks you look oh so adorable in his clothes. So little and helpless.

"Come here, Y/N", he says, showing you to the elevators. "Let's not take the stairs. You're not that strong."

"That's mean …"

He presses the ground floor button. "I don't mean it in a hurtful way, dear. I just don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I want to start working out so I can get stronger. I want to go home."

Dr Kry gulps. Not those thoughts again. He'll have to make your air worse to make you weaker. Hopefully, it won't affect you too much.

"Yeah … maybe we can … arrange that", he mumbles and clears his throat.

You look at yourself in the elevator mirror.

"Oh …", you say sadly, fingers touching your cheek. "I look horrible …"

"What?" Dr Kry says in shock. How could you ever say that about yourself? "No, you don't!"

"Ever since I got into the hospital my skin has been dull and gotten a weird dead hue."

"I think you look good."

"My eyes … they look so different. Why do they look dead too?"

"Y/N, it's all in your head. You look perfect, I promise."

You give him the most beautiful doe eyes that makes him melt. He wants to take you in his arms and show you how beautiful you are to him … but that isn’t deemed professional. He has to restrain himself.

You step out of the elevator when you reach the ground floor. Dr Kry puts his hand on your back and directs you out through the main entrance without anyone disturbing you. He takes you out to the hospital's garden — a place where patients can relax with a bit of fresh air. You shiver at the fresh air and Dr Kry contemplates bringing you inside again. The very thought of having you outside in the while terrifies him.

“You’ve gotten some fresh air now, let's go inside again”, Dr Kry says.

“No!” you whine and point at a green wooden bench. “I want to sit on that bench for a while.”

“Fine.”

He brings you over to the bench and you sink down on the cold surface. You breathe in and out with a small smile on your face while the doctor besides you looks around. He notices how people's gazes are sticking onto you. Clueless patients who might find you interesting and nurses who wonder why they’re not allowed to see you anymore. Everyone’s eyes are enemies, threats.

“I feel better”, you say. “Maybe I should go out more often?”

Dr Kry curses under his breath. This was a stupid decision, he shouldn’t have brought you out here. Your coughing brings his attention back to you. The change in air must have made your throat drier than a dessert.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Dr Kry asks worriedly. “Should we go inside?”

You shake your head. “I need … I need water.”

“Let’s go inside and get you a glass.”

You shake your head. He never lets you go out. You’re scared that if you go inside with him again, you won’t go out for another six months. Dr Kry sighs and decides to run inside and get you a water bottle from the cafeteria.

“Stay here, okay?” Dr Kry says. “You have to stay here, do you understand me?”

“Yes, yes, I get it”, you answer and curl up in his coat. “I’ll stay here.”

“Good …”

He sets off, heart burning in his chest. You cough again, your head starts feeling light and you lie down on the bench to rest. Everything's spinning.

"Oh miss, are you alright?" a nurse asks and walks over to you. She lifts up your head gently to get a good view of you. "What happened?"

"My head …", you mumble.

"You had a doctor with you, where'd he go?"

"He went to get some water for me … he'll be back soon."

"I'll supervise you until he comes back."

She lets you rest your head in her lap for some support. You're waiting for whatever’s going on to end. Minute by minute, the ability to breathe starts slipping out of your hands. Why can't you breathe?

"What the fuck is going on?" you hear a strained voice ask through gritted teeth.

You freeze and lift up your heavy head to see Dr Kry stand over you and the nurse. Without thinking, you reach for the water bottle. Instead, Dr Kry pulls you up by the limb with such force that you're up and flying. He catches you with one arm and holds you secure to his chest. You lean your heavy heart on him and hear how his hammering heart beats across his ribs.

"Don't touch my patient without my consent", Dr Kry hisses. "Mind your own fucking patients."

Before the woman can answer, Dr Kry has set off. You're pulled along like a rag doll in his possession. This reminds you of that boy that escaped his therapist …

"Doctor", you cough. "Water."

He stops abruptly and looks at you with blank eyes. The clear air is drying up the poison that has created a layer over your throat. He contemplates giving the bottle to you. As angry as he is, he can't be mad at you. You haven't done anything wrong. You can never do anything wrong. He sighs and places you down on a bench near the hospital's entrance.

"How are you feeling, pretty?" Dr Kry asks softly. "You don't look too well. We should go back to your room where you're safe."

Your shaky hands reach for the water bottle. His heart bubbles at the sight of you in his big coat, weakly reaching for him. He smiles darkly and opens the water bottle.

"Open your mouth, pretty", he says smugly.

You obey. He holds one hand softly on your jaw to make sure you won't turn your head and spill water all over yourself. Carefully and with precision, he pours a stream of water into your mouth. The plastic touches your lips.

"Better?" he asks.

You nod. "A little. What happened?"

Dr Kry sits down next to you, his eyes wandering over the parking lot.

"I think you're allergic to fresh air", he says.

"How can someone be like that?" you ask in disbelief.

He fights the urge to grimace and roll his eyes. "Okay, not fresh air particularly because that'd be insane … but something in the air. Your air in your room is made perfectly for you, you've gotten used to it. Now that you breathe air that contains all kinds of pollution and pollen and what not, your lungs can't take it."

You curl up inside his coat in fear. If you can't breathe fresh air, how will you ever leave the hospital? And this moment with the nurse reminds you so much of that situation with that boy. You remember what Dr Kry told you happened to him afterwards. Desperate for something to hold, to feel something, you take his big hand. He flinches and looks down at your smaller hand trying to take a grip on his bigger one.

"I'm scared", you admit.

Dr Kry strokes the back of your hand with his thumb.

"You don't need to be afraid, darling", he murmurs. "You don't need to do anything, don't even need to fill your pretty little head with thoughts. I'll think for you. All you need to think about is to rest, okay?"

You nod. He holds the water bottle to your lips again and you gulp it down. The doctor moves his eyes to your throat, watching it move with every gulp. Mesmerized, he doesn't realize that you're done. You push his hand away and he flinches, coming back to reality. His coat,your chin and a bit of your hair is drenched in water.

"Are you trying to drown me?" you cough.

"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry!" Dr Kry apologizes and closes the bottle. "Let me help you back in."

He pulls you up and places his arm around your shoulder as he leads you into the hospital again. The twenty minutes outside has drained your body of the little energy you have nowadays.

"Doctor", you say quietly as you enter the elevator.

"Yes?" he answers.

"I'm tired."

"I know, sweetheart. You'll get to sleep soon."

Dr Kry helps you back into your room and tucks you in. He closes the curtains and makes sure the poisoned air purifier is turned on.

"I'll see you in an hour", he smiles. "By then I'll have some snacks for you."

"Chocolate?"

"Your favorites."

You smile weakly. Dr Kry smiles and leaves the room. As you fall asleep, he makes his way through the corridors. The very same bottle you drank from now grace his lips as he tries to get any taste from you. He thinks back of that nurse. He knows exactly where she works and who her patients are. Dr Kry smiles for himself. She won't have any patients for long. And when the boss notices … she will no longer have a job. That's what she gets for touching his darling.

[thefirstknife]

For me, I try to keep in mind that EoS is inevitable for all live service games. Destiny has at least gotten a satisfying end to the main story arc and some really fun epilogue content (and the rest of this year's is on track, as you said). If it goes down after this, well, it had a much better run than plenty of other games I've seen end. But also this might easily just be us heading into a lull period while they figure out a direction for a more content in the future. Stepping back a bit for some breathing room to figure out a healthier approach that will entice players without being unsustainable for the employees is hopefully just what they need.

Well said and agreed!

Expansions have always been the biggest money makers for Destiny, which is also why a lot of people are concerned. This is a perfectly valid concern of course. Unfortunately the problem with expansions is that while they're a huge reward, they're also a huge risk. If an expansion fails, that's a lot of resources and effort put into something that spirals the game down, which then requires more resources to make up for it. It's something that people tend to ignore and not really talk about when it comes to yearly expansions and how much they mean.

I know it's probably at least a little naive to think that all of this is for a positive outcome in the future. But even then, I still think it's a good idea, as a concept, to stop pushing for yearly expansions when we know for a fact that some of them simply don't end up as well received as others. Making a really loved expansion every 2-3 years is better than inundating players with expansions every year, of which people will not enjoy most of them. Maybe a different model will help with this so I'm willing to give it a chance without going into it with negative expectations.

[frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers]

Happy 10 year anniversary Frozen ❄️ | Celebration!

(Please excuse the saturation on this 😭 - it's actually more coloured)

I'm so sorry I'm a little late. I have quite a busy schedule during the day and I wanted to be satisfied with the outcome which I am. I personally love how this turned out. I wanted to pay tribute to the snowflake patterns you'd see on merch and wallpapers and the rosemaling too while also adding the geometric design shown in the image promoting Frozen 10 year anniversary shown below.

Fun fact: You know this very pose Elsa and Anna make together is originally from the merch in the World of Frozen in Hong Kong's Disneyland, shown below. I thought this pose was so heartwarming and definitely needed to use it. I also used Elsa and Anna's same head touch pose at the end of Frozen 2 for reference.

But omg I can't believe it's been a literal decade of Frozen..!! 10 years of loving these babies and all the other main babies including Hans! Frozen will always be superior to any other movies of the franchise because it's what began this all.

I honestly don't remember the exact moment I went to see it but when I did I began obsessing over it collecting magazines, stickers, dolls, a toy box, "art of" books, collectible figures, Lego sets, cards, etc, etc. And I can't wait for Frozen 3 and 4 to hopefully bring back that big hit energy the previous two films made, especially this first one!

I will forever love you Frozen! ❄️

If you guys could I would very much appreciate it if you could share my drawing on IG if you have an account. It's posted on my art account and I really want the account to grow though I don't post much. It would be very much appreciated 🥺

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[poison-erica-art]

Finally my first wip completed! It's shocking how much time it took me to finish it, from the draft of three weeks ago to the digital version, but i'm really satisfied of the outcome ☺️

Of course it wasn't what i was imagining but i guess i just have to get used to my own style and keep practicing (hopefully🤞🏻).

Anyway, finally here i have a definitive design of my MC, Katlin Hayle! 🥹

Reference: https://mx.pinterest.com/pin/637400153544779319/#imgViewer

[peachyfnaf]

haven't been watching I'm a angst person and character pain is the one thing that interests me but THIS!?! it's just a painful ark and I honestly don't like it.

I'll just stick to aus I like hearing of or my own where I make some characters have a better life then whatever this arc is doing.

OKAY SO. FIRST I NEED TO SPECIFY THAT THE SECOND ASK, THE ANON, WAS SENT BEFORE TODAY'S EPISODES. THAT WAS SENT ON 6/11/13, AND I PLANNED ON ANSWERING IT AFTER TODAY'S EPISODES TO SEE WHETHER OR NOT THEY WERE RIGHT ABOUT THE 'BAD OUTCOME' THING. AND LO AND FUCKING BEHOLD SKDJFHSDFDF

Harper, you are so in the right for just sticking to your au's cause, until canon gets back to a place where I enjoy watching lore videos again, I think I'm gonna do the same.

I love angst. I can't say it enough- I love angst.

...When it's well written, and ends in a way where the characters heal together, or at least grow together.

I don't think I can put into words how OOC I believe almost everyone, but especially Moon, was acting today, and have been acting for the past month or so. I think if the Moon from last December saw this Moon, he'd slap him across the face.

Anon was right, this entire arc was just senseless drama, with no proper exploration into the spiral that can come from extreme grief. Which is genuinely shocking, because the show has attempted those subjects before! Sun spiraling over losing Old Moon? One of my favorite arcs! But for here? We had enough drama with Eclipse being back and Solar dying, but now we've lost Moon and officially lost Bloodmoon, too??!?!?

Oh gee, sorry, didn't realize I was watching the "Sun and Friends Show!" :/

I don't have much to say that won't dissolve into senseless angry yelling (your First ask was much of that from me already lol), but I can list?? The few things I liked from this arc???:

Puppet. I'm somewhat conflicted over them intervening when their whole thing is that they don't want to intervene, but them going off on Monty like that, and crushing Bm like a bug was satisfying as hell to see. You go girl, slay.

Ruin. I think he was really the only one remaining in character. Him still being nice to Earth despite it all was sweet, and him trying to reason with Moon was cool.

Sun. He is gonna be fucking heartbroken once he hears the news, and I hope he can get the real Moon back as soon as possible for the sake of his health. And hopefully Dazzle can hold off on telling him ""their secret"" for a while longer ;w;

And, my #1, Eclipse. His slow but steady redemption is the only thing keeping me going rn. If no one else got me, Eclipse got me.

Now. I'm gonna go rewatch yesterdays vibby game episodes and take a chill pill KJDFHSDF