#anon i really really hope this reaches you!!

[aventurineswife]

aventurine, sunday, and any others when reader pretends to not remember them after a bad injury hehe…[angst with fluff at the end] i love giving my poor babies heart attacks mwahaha

anyways love u and ur writings btw k byeee drink water ok byeee 💕✨

“I'm sorry, but who are you?”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Fluff, Light Humor Angst to Fluff, Established Relationship, Memory Loss, Reassurance.

Warnings: Emotional distress (brief moments of fear and confusion).

A/N: thanks for reminder, anon! 😪😮‍💨I really need to drink some water

Aventurine's eyes widened, his usual playful smirk faltering as you looked at him, confusion clouding your gaze. He reached out, as though instinctively wanting to close the distance between you, but he hesitated. Your words cut through the air, soft and fragile.

"You… you are… who exactly?"

The words stung more than he expected. His heart raced in his chest as he observed the faint, distant look in your eyes. He had always been in control of the game, masterful in reading people, but this? This was a blow to his carefully constructed facade.

"You don’t remember me?" His voice was softer now, the bravado slipping as his pulse quickened.

You shook your head, an empty feeling creeping into your chest. "I don’t think so. Sorry… am I supposed to?"

Aventurine's smile faltered, and for a moment, you saw something raw beneath his cool exterior. Pain. Fear. He stepped back slightly, trying to hide the cracks forming in his walls.

"I suppose I’ve miscalculated…" he muttered to himself, voice barely audible.

But then, you reached out and touched his arm gently.

"I—"

Aventurine looked at you, his breath catching in his throat as you softly smiled. "I do remember you, though. Maybe I was just… testing you?"

The game was on again, but this time, it was different. He chuckled, a soft, relieved sound that made the weight of his worries lift just a little.

"You're dangerous, you know that?" he said, his voice returning to its usual lighthearted tone, though there was an underlying tenderness now.

You smiled. "I think I’ll keep you on your toes."

And with that, the shadows of doubt lifted, replaced by the warmth of your presence—one he could no longer imagine being without.

Sunday stood there, his eyes darkened with a mix of concern and confusion, staring at you as if you were a stranger. His fingers twitched slightly, an impulse to reach out, to make sure you were real, that you hadn’t slipped into some other world.

"You… you don’t recognize me?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, fragile under the weight of his own disbelief.

You blinked at him, the blank look in your eyes unnerving him more than he cared to admit. "I’m sorry… I don’t think I do. Are we… close?"

The air between you seemed to freeze, thick with unspoken emotions. His mind was racing—how could you forget him, forget everything you had shared? The kindness, the warmth, the bond he’d built so carefully with you...

"I see," Sunday murmured, his gaze softening with a hint of sadness. "I suppose it’s a part of the dream, isn't it? To forget… to lose everything."

You could see the strain in his expression, the hope fading from his eyes. "Sunday, I… I didn’t mean to forget you."

You reached for him, your hand trembling as you touched his sleeve. The contact seemed to pull him out of his thoughts, and his breath caught.

A moment of stillness.

Then Sunday smiled faintly, the sadness still lingering. "I suppose we’ll just have to make you remember, won't we?" His voice was gentle, though you could hear the underlying fear in it.

You smiled, this time with a reassurance he needed. "I think I already do."

A sigh escaped him, a soft, grateful breath as he pulled you into his arms.

"Don't ever scare me like that again." he murmured into your hair, holding you close.

Ratio’s usual air of unshakable confidence was nowhere to be seen. He stood before you, his eyes wide with confusion and an almost frantic edge to his movements.

"You—don’t remember me?" he repeated, his voice betraying a crack he hadn’t expected.

You stared at him, trying to piece together the fragments of the world around you, the details of his appearance leaving you more unsettled than anything. "I… I’m sorry, I don’t think I know you."

His frown deepened, his expression unreadable but filled with something you couldn't quite place—was it hurt? Disbelief?

"I see. This is… unfortunate," he said, voice smooth yet tinged with something that didn’t fit. He folded his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing slightly. "I expected better from your memory."

You looked at him more closely, sensing a vulnerability underneath the sharpness of his demeanor. He was, despite his intellectual brilliance, losing himself in this.

You took a step closer, closing the distance between you, your hand reaching for his, gently catching his wrist. "I’m sorry… but I’m sure we’ve met before. I just—"

He paused, his sharp breath catching in his throat as he looked down at your hand on his. For a brief moment, his composure cracked, and you could see the raw emotion behind his usually controlled facade.

"Don't do this to me," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if the weight of the situation was too much to bear. "You must remember."

You smiled softly, understanding now. "I remember. You’re the one who always insists on teaching me things."

His gaze softened instantly, a relieved exhale leaving him. "Good."

Ratio’s usual brilliance returned, but this time, there was something gentler about him. "Perhaps next time, try not to lose your memory so easily."

And though his words were sharp, his hand reached out to take yours, a reassurance that you were not lost to him.

Me lmaoo

[pedroscurls]

We all know Hugh HATES to be late at events/dinner or people who are..but what if his girl is a little needy 🥵 and "nervous" 😩 about what to wear?

late to the party (one-shot)

summary: possibly already late to ryan and blake's party, hugh becomes just slightly annoyed when you can't decide what to wear... and when he realizes that you're doing it on purpose, he only knows one way to make sure you don't do it again. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader content warning: smut (18+, mdni), quickie, dom!hugh, light spanking, dirty talk, fingering, doggy style (against the wall), unprotected p in v (be safe folks!), creampie (oopsies!), no use of y/n. word count: 1.8k a/n: once again, this one is really late to post so i'm sorry. i'm slowly catching up with all my requests! to the anon that requested this, i hope you enjoyed it! (btw - i'm gonna try something new with these headers moving forward, it takes so long to pick photos and figured just choosing one hugh pic is better lol). as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman.

“Baby, come on. We’re already late,” Hugh calls out, straightening out his tie. He then glances at his watch and when he sees that it’s already past the time that you both needed to be at Ryan and Blake’s house, he grabs his phone to send a text to them. 

You’re standing in the closet, dressed in a matching black lace bra and thong. You bite your lower lip at Hugh’s voice; you know he’s always so punctual and hates it when other people – including himself – are late. 

“I know! I can’t figure out what to wear.” You can hear Hugh’s footsteps approach you, can hear him let out a quiet sigh of frustration. You have your arms crossed over your chest, a thoughtful look on your features by the time he enters the closet with you. He has his hands in his pockets and when you turn to look over at him, his brows are furrowed together and his lips in a straight line. 

“That black one is nice,” he says, nodding his chin to the black dress you’re standing in front of. “Come on, baby. You know I hate being late.” 

“Well, we’re already late and I don’t know what to wear.” 

He sighs again. “Whatever you decide to wear will look good on you, love. Just put on that black one and let’s go.” 

You bite your lower lip and shake your head, turning your back to him as you walk further into the closet to look at the other dresses you have hanging. You can hear the tapping of his foot and you’re trying to hold back the smile on your lips. 

“Baby…” He walks after you and reaches for the dress he pointed out. It’s a black dress with subtle floral print, a ruffled square neckline and sheer short sleeves. It has an empire waist that he knows will fit perfectly to each curve as the bottom of your dress flows out. It looks like the length will stop right at your shins and he walks towards you with the dress in hand. “I’ll pick for you. It’s this one.”

When you turn around to face him, you bite your lower lip and look up at him. You see his eyes deviate to your body, a glimmer of desire flashing through his eyes before he remembers that you’re both already late for the party. 

“I don’t know about that one though…” you say with a sigh, but the corner of your lips turn upwards and Hugh narrows his eyes. 

“Are you–” He hangs the dress back up on the clothesline and then steps closer to you. “Are you doing this on purpose?” 

“What? No!”

Hugh narrows his eyes even further and moves a hand to your hip, pushing you further into the closet until your back gently hits the wall. He reaches out with one hand and places it next to your head, leaning down until his nose is touching yours. 

“Looks to me like you’re doing this on purpose.”

“I just– I just don’t know what to wear!” you lie, biting the inside of your cheek as you feel the hand on your hip tighten. 

“Sounds like you’re lying, baby.” Hugh brushes his lips against yours, hearing your breath catch in your throat as you gasp quietly. “If I reach down here,” he whispers, moving his hand from your hip to between your legs, cupping your sex instantly. “And if I feel that you’re wet…” he continues, moving the strip of your thong to the side as he runs the tip of his finger along the length of your sex. “Oh, you are wet. How long have you been wet, huh?” 

“Hugh…” you whimper, reaching out to rest your hands on his suit jacket but careful not to wrinkle the clothes he’s wearing. After all, you both still need to attend Ryan and Blake’s party. 

“So, let me ask again… Did you intentionally make us late?” 

You shake your head and he clicks his tongue, thrusting two fingers deep inside of you. Your arousal makes it easy for him to push his digits into your tight heat and when he feels you about to grip onto his suit jacket, he uses his free hand and grips your wrists in one hand, gently placing them above your head. 

“Oh baby,” he growls. “Don’t lie to me.” Hugh pushes his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, knowing that it won’t take long for you to reach your climax, but just as he feels your walls begin to clench, he pulls his hand away. 

“Okay!” you exclaim, trying to squirm against him, hips pushing forward and off the wall to chase his fingers. “I did it on purpose… I saw you in that suit and I just– I need you. I knew that the only way I could get what I need was if I made us late and–” 

Hugh growls and releases your hands to grip your hips, roughly turning you around. He watches you place your hands on the wall in front of you, bracing yourself once he pulls your hips closer to him. You can hear him undo his belt and his zipper. You look over your shoulder to watch him drop his suit pants and boxer briefs down his legs. 

He tugs your thong down your legs and you gasp, feeling his warm and leaking tip press against your opening. 

“Hugh, wait, I–” He pushes his hips forward, filling you to the brim in one thrust. He’s so deep that it literally takes your breath away. You gasp, feeling him pull out to his tip until he thrusts back into you. 

“This what you wanted?” Hugh growls, using one hand to grip your hip tightly as he brings his other hand down to connect with your backside. It leaves a red imprint, the sound of the spank echoing throughout the closet. It catches you off guard and your walls clench at the sensation. 

“Y– Yes!” you answer, pushing back against him as he delivers another sharp slap to your ass. He lets out a loud groan, ceasing his movements only to watch you push back against him. He looks down at your bodies, the sight of his glistening manhood appearing and disappearing with each of your movements. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “That’s it, take what you need…” Hugh releases his hold on your hip to hold the bottom of his dress shirt and tie upwards and away from where you’re both connected. He certainly doesn’t want to have to change, especially since you’re both already so late. 

Hugh feels your walls begin to clench around him, your walls sliding along every inch of his throbbing length. He pushes his hips forward, feeling himself delve even deeper within your depths. 

“Hugh! Oh god– I’m close,” you gasp, bracing your hands on the wall as Hugh grips your hip with his free hand and begins to slam into you repeatedly. You can feel each vein on his manhood, can feel him throbbing within your depths and it only urges you closer and closer to reach your high. 

“My naughty girl,” Hugh groans, the sounds of skin slapping against one another mixes in with your continuous moans. He shuts his eyes, your walls continuing to tremble and clench around him. His thrusts become more erratic as he feels the tightness build in the pit of his stomach. 

“Gonna fill you up,” Hugh growls, delivering another slap across your ass. “Gonna have me dripping out of you the entire fucking night.” 

“Hugh!” you push back against him roughly, your walls clenching around him as your walls tremble. You’re so wet, and already so sensitive as you reach your orgasm. 

Hugh groans, picking up the pace with his thrusts until he slams into you with a loud grunt. He paints your walls with his release, hips stuttering. You can feel his come fill you up and when he does pull out slowly, you look down between your legs and see thick drops of his spend trickle down your legs. 

Hugh licks his lower lip and looks down, a broad smirk lining his lips. “You gonna put on that dress now?” 

“Can you give me a minute?” you ask, turning to look over your shoulder with a small smile. 

“Oh, I’ve given you plenty.” 

You let out a quiet giggle and then watch him tuck himself back into his pants as he makes himself presentable again. You watch his eyes deviate between your legs before he leaves the closer only to come back with a wet and warm towel to wipe the release from between your legs. 

Hugh then helps slide your thong back up your body and you bite your lower lip when you turn around to face him. You can feel him so deep inside of you and it makes you smile, almost makes you yearn for another round with him but you know that you should really be getting to Ryan and Blake’s party.

You grab the same dress he had picked out for you and slide it on, turning around so that Hugh can zip you up. Once he does, he places a gentle kiss on the side of your neck and looks at you from top to bottom. 

“Beautiful,” he smiles. 

“I’m gonna be feeling you all night,” you admit. 

“Good, and just so we’re both clear,” Hugh says, gently gripping your chin as he looks into your eyes. “Your punishment isn’t over.”

“Punishment?” you clear your throat, excitement bubbling in your chest. 

“Oh yeah,” he grins. “You’re not going to get away with making us late that easily.” 

“Can we– Can we skip the party and just get straight into it?” 

Hugh narrows his eyes. “Such a naughty girl,” he growls. 

“Is that a yes?” 

“No,” Hugh chuckles. “Now, let’s go. Consider having to wait as part of your punishment.”

“Yes, sir.” you respond, biting your lip. 

Hugh growls and releases his hold on your chin as he takes a step back to look at you from top to bottom. “If we don’t leave now, I’m going to throw you over my knee and–”

“Okay!” you interrupt, squeezing your legs together. “Let’s go before I tie you to the bed.” You don’t give him a chance to respond because you’re already walking out of the closet.

Hugh chuckles and shakes his head, pulling his phone out of his pocket to see a response from Ryan who had replied to tell him that the party wasn’t going to start for another hour. Hugh shakes his head and runs out after you, seeing you with a knowing smirk on your lips.

“Oh, you planned all of this.” Hugh points out.

You nod and then reach out to gently grip the end of his tie. “Do you really think I’d make us late for the party, Hugh?” 

“On the bed. Now.”

“But what if we’re late–”

“We have an hour,” Hugh growls. “And I ain’t done with you yet.”

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forever taglist: @haytchee @wolverigrl

[hesperisms]

helluuu~ first off all - I love your writing! U write incredibly well and I love how you characterize Zayne and Sylus (anything u write shall be canon to me🧎🏻‍♀️🛐)

second off all, a slightly more specific request, bc I just recently saw a really cute set of nipple clips and a small buttplug that had matching pink bows on everything ahhh

How would Sylus and Zayne react coming home to reader waiting for them on the bed like that, wanting to surprise them and spice things up? (Especially with how u wrote in your Zanye ABC that he probably wouldn’t be into anything anal, but I’d guess that this wouldn’t be something he’d outright say before it comes up and reader obviously didn’t know)

// Mixed Messages

"Is this one of your tricks again? I didn't say I wouldn't look..."

// summary: a double imagine! how Sylus and Zayne would react to you surprising them with some cute kinky toys.

// content warnings: 18+ (mdni), toys, bondage, fluff, dominance, embarassment, shame, kink, nipple play, finger stimulation, vaginal sex, THE IMPLICATION

// a/n: oh stawwwp you're gonna make me blush anon! I'm so glad you love my writing, I hope this lives up to your expectations!

likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated!

It arrived the morning he was due to get back from his conference in Chansia City and you'd been staring at it in the little velvet baggie it came in as you sprawled out on Zayne's bed, inhaling the scent of him from his pillows. Your pulse quickened as you played with the smooth cold weight of it, hearing the clinking muffled by the luxurious fabric. The stage was set for your surprise.

"I'm sorry Zaynie I've been called to work, I can't meet you at the airport like I planned to. I promise I'll come straight over at 3 when I'm done?"

"Alright," came the soft reply down the line, a hint of anticipation in his tone. "Don't be too late though, I'm bringing you home a surprise."

"I'll be there with bows on!"

You giggled with a conspiratorial rush as you hung up the phone - you hadn't lied to him, technically correct was still correct after all - you would be there with bows on, they just happened to be bows on a matching set of a little buttplug and nipple clamps.

Having spent the morning picking out one of the cute sets of lingerie that Zayne had bought for you, you'd settled on a baby pink gingham print teddy, deciding the cute soft pink matched the naughtiness of the toys well. Slipping the stainless steel plug out of the velvet bag, you took the lube from his nightstand and slipped it in. You only had a about half an hour before he was due to get home and you wanted to be ready for him.

His key turned in the lock right as you were slipping on the matching nipple clamps and you let out a loud moan of anticipation. You clapped your hand over your mouth, holding your breath in the hopes you hadn't given away your presence. Damnit, you thought as you heard his travel case hit the floor with a loud thud and confident footsteps clicked down the hallway towards you. You had been caught.

"This is one of your tricks again?" The mirth shines in his soft voice as he steps into the bedroom, looking you up and down appreciatively. As you blush and turn away coyly, he chuckles and reaches out to cup your chin, bending over to kiss you. "I didn't say I wouldn't look."

Zayne takes his jacket off and tosses it onto the chair near the window, tugging his tie loose and unbuttoning his top two buttons before he settles onto the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard. He reaches out to you, sighing that he missed you as he pulls you into his lap. You gasp as the steel plug clinks against the metal of his belt buckle and he's so confused his head tilts.

Holding your hips in his firm hands, he pulls you up off his lap and then puts you back down on it, listening again to the metallic CLINK as the toy pings against the buckle. "Y/N...what did you do?" he asks in a dangerous low whisper, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. Play wrestling you out of the teddy to inspect your body, he tugs it down from your breasts roughly while he tickles you in his lap and there's a little stereo set of PLINK PLINK sounds as the nipple clamps snap off your sensitive buds and you cry out a loud needy moan.

Zayne's eyes widen in shock, looking down at the little sliver clamps with their petite pink enamel bowties, rolling them in his fingers as his brain puts together your line from the morning's call. "Be there with bows on, hmm?" he says with his lips curling into a smirk of understanding. He looks down at your nipples, red and swollen, flushed full of blood and clicks his tongue at you. "Do you want me to kiss them better?"

He doesn't wait for your answer, his mouth greedily wrapping around your nipple and sucking tightly, swirling his tongue playfully across it as his other hand travels down your hip and around the curve of your ass. He's moaning against your delicate bud in his lips, lapping at it and licking wet sloppy kisses all over it when his fingertips on your backside hit metal and he stops mid-suckle.

"Wh-What did you do?" he mumbles against your breast, his mouth pulling back from you, a string of saliva hanging between his lip and your nipple as he tilts his head up to look at you suspiciously. "Is that what I think that is...?" he asks, his tone a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

Zayne flips you off his lap and onto your back beside him on the bed and starts tugging the bottom half of the teddy off you, your legs up in the air over his shoulder as he untangles the lingerie from your ankles and that's when he finally sees it; the stainless steel plug, nestled snuggly into your ass, twitching with your quivers of anticipation and you see his brain buffer as he tries to comprehend the situation. A deep crimson flush has surged its way up his ears.

"My love..." Zayne begins with an exasperated sigh, one hand rubbing your legs up over his shoulder, the other pinching his brow as he winces. The air hangs heavy between you two for a moment.

"Surprise?" you giggle awkwardly, your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and you bite your lip as you hold your breath, realizing that he doesn't seem as into it as you'd hoped he would be. You cover your eyes with your hands, not wanting to see disappointment on his face and that's when he sighs again, reaching down to pull your hands away from your face.

"I appreciate the gesture, my love..." Zayne starts to collect his thoughts, wanting to reassure you that you haven't done anything wrong, while also cementing what he had thought was an unspoken boundary with you. "But this...this is not for me." Your eyes start to well with embarrassed tears and he quickly wipes them away, shaking his head at you with a gentle smile, his golden-green eyes gazing at you adoringly. "My favorite place to be in the whole wide world is an inch away from this," he emphasizes the last word with a tap on the plug, then strokes his fingertips delicately through your wet folds lovingly. "...so I don't need anything else but that, okay?"

You bite your lip and nod up at him, sucking in a deep breath before giving him a blushing smile.

"There's my good girl," Zayne coos at you with a smile, stroking your glistening pussy and nipping kisses against your ankle. He rocks back onto his heels, releasing your legs. "Do you want to go take that out while I strip off? I'm feeling very overdressed compared to you." He gives your backside a gentle pat and watches you waddle towards the ensuite with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

"Oh and Y/n?" Zayne calls after you and you pause, turning back to him and tilting you head questioningly.

"On your way back, grab the little ringbox out of my luggage won't you? We can't forget about your surprise..." He smirks.

"Sweetie," Sylus drawled smugly, swinging the little velvet bag by it's loops around his long index finger like a lasso. "You know nothing can be hidden from me inside my own home. In fact," he looks down at you with a wicked smirk on his face, crimson eyes full of mischief, "I'm impressed you bought it from a store in person instead of having it delivered online. It seems my kitten is getting bolder the more time she spends with me."

"You could've at least pretended!" you pout with a huff, elbowing him in the ribs and he laughs warmly, handing the pouch back to you. "It was supposed to be a surprise but now you've ruined it."

Sylus' eyes light up with love at your grumpy little pout and he strokes your hair affectionately, cooing to you. "Don't be mad at me y/n, it's my nature to know all comings and goings in my circles. I tell you what," he says, shifting your weight off him and getting up out of bed. "I'm going to go check on some transactions, when I come back in about ten minutes this whole conversation never happened and I promise to be very surprised. Deal?"

"Okay, deal."

When Sylus slipped back into the room ten minutes later just as he'd promised, he let out an appreciative growl at the sight that waited for him.

You were bent over, hands splayed out flat on his expensive silk sheets, legs shoulder width apart and locked straight so your ass was in the air towards the door. You were completely naked, save for the steel buttplug with the little pink enameled bow on it, and the matching nipple clamps that were making your chest flush and your buds ache.

"My my," Sylus murmurs seductively, trailing his fingertips up the back of your thigh and watching you shiver under his touch. "You know I normally prefer to unwrap my own presents, but I won't complain when my gift looks this succulent.." His hand reaches the curve of your backside and he gives it a firm squeeze, his strong fingers digging into your flesh possessively and he smiles when you let out a needy little moan.

He leans down to take a closer look at the plug, his hot breath fanning across the backs of your thighs and your heat as he clicks his tongue appreciatively. "It seems I was mistaken," he teases in a sultry chuckle, a tinge of huskiness to his tone that makes your walls ache with longing. "My present has a bow on it after all."

You gasp as he suddenly presses on the plug and swipes a slow finger through your aching folds, bringing his finger up to his lip to suck it. "Tastes good too." Sylus purrs, licking his lips, watching as you clench at nothing.

Sylus stands behind you, his right hand slipping through your rapidly soaking folds, as his other hand strokes down your back like he's petting a cat. You moan and press back against his hand and he lets out an exhaling growl. "So needy kitten," he teases in a dangerous whisper. "Are you trying to say you want more?"

You whimper and moan as he starts to slip his fingers into you, teasing your entrance and you clench greedily, trying to draw him in. "Please Sylus..." you whine at him and he laughs, his fingers hooking in and pressing deeply on your front wall and your moans get louder. As his fingers stroke deeply, confidently and your arousal surges you feel his erection pressing into your hip. He slips his fingers out of you and presses his thumb down on the plug, rotating it in slow circles and pressing it into you deeper as his fingers slide down through your wetness to press on your clit.

Right when you're about to orgasm, he lets you go and moves behind you, grinding his hips into you and reaching down over your ribs to cup your breasts, pulling you up against his chest. You pout at being edged and he leans down to kiss you passionately as you whine against his lips, head tilted back against his chest, a deep arch in your spine. He rubs your breasts and squeezes them in his strong palms, unclipping the clamps and your breath catches in your throat at the relief. He tosses the clips onto the bedside table and rubs slow circles on your nipples, his predatory gaze staring down at you before he releases you.

"Hands back down on the bed Sweetie," he commands. "And keep them there." You shiver in anticipation and do as he tells you to, palms flat, pressing your ass up against his twitching erection. Sylus smirks and pulls back from you to give himself space to stroke the head through your folds and he groans at how inviting your heat feels. Pressing himself into you, he starts to inch in, letting you settle and adjust to his size as he moves inside you.

"You always feel so good Y/n." He praises as he bottoms out against your cervix, hands roaming appreciative massaging patterns on your hips. Sylus grips you tightly and starts thrusting and you cry out in pleasure, the lewd sounds of him slapping into your wet walls echoing in the room sinfully. The noises that are coming out of you drive him wild and he slides his hands up from your hips to cup your breasts, pressing his chest down against your back, rutting into you. Sylus hot breath fans out over the back of your neck as he lets out heavy panting moans.

Feeling you clench and tighten around him as your heat builds desperately and your moaning gets louder, Sylus thrusts harder, his hips slamming both himself and the plug deeper into you and he bites down on your neck, moaning into it with a lick. "You can, go on, do it...let me feel you fall apart." he whispers wickedly into the back of your neck as your tightly wound heat snaps and you buck underneath him, the orgasm ripping through you making your walls grip him tightly as your thighs shake unsteadily. Sylus lifts himself off you to throw his head back and lets out a deep guttural moan, joining you; the last of your waves of rippling pleasure meeting his hitching thrusts as he tries in vain to keep pace while he fills you.

Sylus looks down at your sweating, quivering back below him and reaches down to pull you towards him, nuzzling into your neck as you stand up, letting out a moan at the ache deep in your thighs and your lower back from the position. He wraps his arms around you possessively, cuddling you back against his chest as he catches his breath, his panting flooding your ears. "I liked your surprise, Kitten..." he says with a breathless chuckle. "We should let you surprise me more often."

[sheerfreesia007]

Always Come For You

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word count: 1,450

Content warnings: Violence, mention of injury, fight, flight or freeze response, stalking implied

Summary: Your girlfriend’s situationship becomes unhinged after she starts to pull away from him and the relationship. What happens when he catches you alone on the street after you leave a lunch date with her?

Author’s Note: This was requested from Anon here. Sweetheart I hope this eases some of your worry and stress from the terrible incident you went through. I’m so sorry you had to go through that and hope you are feeling better.

Something was off as you walked along the sidewalk on your way to your favorite book store after meeting up with your girlfriend Dawn, you couldn’t pinpoint it but there was a tingling at the back of your neck as if someone was watching you. Raising your hand you rubbed at the back of your neck trying to ease the prickling sensation there. 

Just as you were crossing the street something within seized your stomach and twisted it into knots. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your cell phone immediately and almost blindly called Chan. Pressing the phone to your ear you patiently waited as the call rang twice before he answered.

”Hey bub!” He greeted you happily and you felt a slight ease in your core at his voice.

”Chan something feels off and I can’t pinpoint it. Can you stay on the phone with me until I get to the bookstore?” You asked worriedly as your eyes darted. around the street still trying to find the source of your unease.

”Yeah, yeah. Do you need me to come meet you?” Chan immediately said as his voice filled with worry and concern.

”No, I don’t think so. I just feel off, like someone’s watching me but I can’t spot them.” You said unsure and Chan hummed softly at your words.

”Yeah, I can totally stay on the phone with you.” He said easily and you could hear him shifting in his chair as he got more comfortable. “What book store are you going to?” He asked curiously and you smiled happily at the distraction as you continued walking along the sidewalk.

”Oh the one over by your dorms.” You told him excitedly. “I just had lunch with Dawn and now I’m going to go do some book shopping. Hopefully they’ll have that book that I’ve been dying to get my hands on.” You told him gleefully as you came up to an outdoor cafe.

Suddenly you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand on end and you whirled around sensing that someone was behind you. When you turned around you spotted Greg, the guy that Dawn had been hooking up with lately but never really committing to. She had been dodging his calls lately because she had felt that he was getting too clingy and almost obsessive with their time spent together. He waved at you and you felt uncertainty rise up within you.

”Greg, hey what’s up?” You greeted him cautiously as you took a step back away from him.

”Greg? Who’s Greg?” Chan asked curiously with a slight edge to his voice.

”Hey! I was just in the neighborhood and saw you walking by. Just wanted to stop ya and see how you were doing.” Greg said friendly and you nodded your head at his explanation as alarm bells were going off in your head.

”Oh that’s very nice of you. I’m fine just trying to get some errands done.” You said cheerfully as you lied to the man that now had goosebumps rising on your arms. There was a look in Greg’s eyes that just made you grow even more cautious and wary of him as he took another step closer to you.

”Bub? What’s going on?” Chan asked on the phone still and you took in a slow breath trying to calm your racing heart. Something felt very wrong to you as you stared at Greg with wide eyes as you stood in front of the outdoor eating area of the cafe.

”Have you heard from Dawn lately? She hasn’t been answering my calls and I’m starting to get worried about her.” Greg said eerily calm and you quickly shook your head at his question.

”No, I haven’t heard from her in a few days.” You lied with a hollow tone and internally grimaced at the sound of your voice. Greg frowned darkly at you and a shiver ran down your spine.

”I know you’re lying.” He said darkly and you took another step back away from him as you gripped your cell phone tightly in your hand.

”Greg.” You said in a soft almost warning tone.

”I saw the two of you out to lunch!” He shouted suddenly causing you to jerk back away from him.

”Bub?!” Chan said, sounding slightly panicked on the phone. “Bub, talk to me.” He called out hurriedly.

”I’ve been watching the two of you meet up and have your little girl dates! Why won’t she call me back or answer my calls?! Huh!? Was I not enough for her!?” He began shouting at you as you raised your free hand to try and calm him down.

”Greg, just calm down.” You tried to reason with him as fear began to curl in your stomach.

”I am calm!” He shouts and suddenly lunges at you causing you to cry out loudly as he tackles you to the ground.

*-*-*-*

Chan feels the worry and panic begin to nearly consume him as he races down the sidewalk after the phone call from you had suddenly cut out. He had heard the panic in your voice as you spoke to some guy named Greg who was yelling about your friend Dawn. Chan hadn’t been able to hear much of what Greg had said to you. He had only really heard the panic and unease in your voice as you spoke to Greg.

But now as he ran along the sidewalk following the location that your phone had last pinged at he felt dread settle like a pit in his stomach. He had never heard you sound so unsure or panicked like that before. It had immediately put him on guard and when he heard the scuffle over the phone and then the call drop he knew something bad had happened. From there he quickly told Jisung and Changbin that something was wrong with you and he had to go find you. Jisung had told him to use your location share app to find out exactly where you were and thankfully he had listened to the younger man because he was able to see your location before rushing off.

Chan races around a corner and his heart falls to his stomach as he sees flashing police lights and an ambulance outside the cafe where your phone location had pinged. His eyes quickly search the area until he spots you sitting in the ambulance as an EMT looks over you. He quickly rushes to the ambulance and you look over at him before tears fill your eyes and you’re quickly rushing into his arms much to the EMT’s surprise.

”It’s okay, I’m her friend.” He calls out to the EMT as you effortlessly catches you as you begin to sob almost uncontrollably. “Hey, hey. Easy there Bub.” He coos at you softly as you sob loudly in his arms.

”Chan” you gasp out and he looks down at you worriedly. “I couldn’t move, I was so scared I froze.” You sobbed out to him and he gently shushed you as his hand came up to cup the back of your head while his other arm wrapped around your waist and held you close as you buried your face in his chest.

”It’s okay, Bub. It’s natural to react that way. Easy, just take deep breaths for me. He won’t ever hurt you again.” He gently reassures you as you continue to cry into his chest. His warmth starts to bleed into your cold frozen body and you slowly begin to calm down. The EMT tells Chan to bring you to the hospital if you start experiencing any type of symptoms that are abnormal and Chan nods his head before the EMT packs up the ambulance and drives off.

When you finally do stop crying Chan softly loosens his grip on you while still keeping you cuddled close to his body. You snuggle into his chest and he sighs softly at your movements.

”I was so worried for you when the call dropped.” He said softly and you peek up at him from your spot on his chest. “I ran here from the studio, thankfully Ji told me to check your location before just rushing out of the studio.” He tells you and you chuckle brokenly before burying your face in his chest once more.

”Thank you for coming for me.” You say gratefully and Chan looks down at you bewildered.

”I’ll always come for you.” He promises and you feel tears fill your eyes once more before he pulls you back into his chest. “I’ll always come for you no matter what.” He promises softly while holding you close.

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[soaplickerrr]

HIIII so I was kinda think if u can write a mini Drabble on how Riki and reader snuck out to buy food at 3 am and ends up getting caught like a lot of fluff??

CAN I BE 💋 ANON????

Midnight Food Run

(i made reader a trainee, hope you don’t mind!)

Idol! Nishimura Riki / Niki x Trainee!Reader

It was 3 AM, and the whole dorm seemed eerily quiet.

All of the lights in every room were turned off except for the soft glow of your phone screen as you texted Niki.

You'd been wanting something warm, comforting, anything to just get you through the stress of your trainee life. And of course, Niki was always ready for an adventure.

–––

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" you whispered, barely audible, as you stood in the dim hallway of Enhypen’s dorm.

Your voice felt almost too loud in the silence. You glanced over at Niki, who was adjusting his baseball cap and tugging his hoodie over his head in a way that only made him look even more suspicious.

"Shhh, it's fine," Niki whispered back, his signature mischievous grin flashing in the dark. "Everybody's asleep. We'll be quick, a little ramen and some chips, and then back before anyone can notice."

You raised an eyebrow. Definitely not something you were supposed to be doing as a trainee, especially not in ENHYPEN's dorm.

Still, there was just something about being with Niki, escapism from the grind of your daily training, that made it worth it.

You knew it was a bad idea, but the temptation of late-night snacks, and being around Niki was too strong.

"Fine, but if we get caught, I swear I'm blaming you," you teased, putting on your hoodie.

"Deal," he said with a wink, already going for the door.

Both of you snuck out of the dorm, careful to be as quiet as possible.

You had pulled your hat low over your face, trying to hide as best you could, but even so, you couldn't help that thread of adrenaline sneaking around at this hour.

Being a trainee was exhausting, and moments like this felt almost like small acts of rebellion in a life that was constantly demanding discipline.

As you both headed towards the convenience store, neither could stop giggling at the ridiculousness of it all.

Niki, of course, that troublemaker, was reveling in this quiet chaos. You just hope no one catches onto what you‘re doing.

You both ran into the store like two kids finally set free for the first time.

Niki beelined for the ramyeon aisle, throwing a couple of flavors into his basket, while you grabbed a bag of spicy chips, your favorite late-night snack.

"I'm getting everything I can," Niki said, loading his basket up with a variety of junk food, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ramyeon, chips, maybe some rice cakes. Who knows when we'll get to eat again?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "We really are a mess, huh?"

Just as you were about to leave, you heard the sound of a car driving up from outside. It wasn't a normal car, no. It had the logo of the HYBE staff vehicles (lets pretend those exist). Instantly, your stomach sank.

"No," Niki muttered under his breath, staring out the window with wide eyes. "No way… no, no, no."

It was too late. The door to the convenience store swung open and in walked one of the staff, precisely the one who always seemed to be checking up on ENHYPEN's schedule during off-hours. His eyes found their way to the both of you and for a moment, his body was rigid, eyes wide as he scanned the scene.

There you both were, standing in the middle of the snack aisle, looking like you got caught sneaking out of school.

Niki's hand froze mid-reach for another snack as he saw the staff member, and his face went instantly from smug excitement to sheepish guilt.

An eyebrow rose as the staff looked at you before turning to Niki, his lips curling upwards in a knowing smile.

"You two, huh? I should have known." He let out a little exasperated sigh. "What do you think you're doing?"

Niki hastily set the snacks down, turning to face the staff member with a sheepish grin. "Uh. Just getting some snacks?”

The staff member's eyes narrowed a bit, but an amusing concern bloomed on his face. "Niki, I get it. But you shouldn't be out here at this hour. And you," he turned his gaze to you, "You're a trainee. What are you doing sneaking into ENHYPEN's dorm at 3 AM?”

You froze, realizing the weight of what you had been found doing. "I, uh… was just hanging out with Niki…" you muttered, the sentence trailing off lamely. "We just… wanted to grab a snack…”

"You're not supposed to sneak into their dorms like this," the staff said sternly, though his voice lightened a little as he looked at you with concern. "Your debut is soon. You should be focusing on work, not running out at this hour with one of the members from a different group. If anybody finds out you’re sneaking out at night. It could cause problems."

Niki threw his hands up in the air dramatically. "I didn't force them to! We were just getting some food back late."

The staff gave him a pointed look. "You both know better. Now, go back to the dorm. You are going to get into trouble if you keep this up, especially you, Y/N. Don't let me catch you out here again."

You nodded hastily, feeling a little embarrassed yet somehow also amused at how caught you both were. "Yeah. Sorry. We'll head back right away."

The staff took one final, almost affectionate shake of his head. "You're lucky I'm letting you off easy. Just remember, focus on your training. The next few weeks are critical for you."

With that, he turned and walked away, forgetting what he came in for, leaving the two of you standing in the convenience store with your snacks in hand. Niki looked at you with a guilty and humored expression in his eyes.

"Well. that didn't go as planned," Niki said, trying to lighten the mood.

You couldn't help but laugh, a bit of relief flooding through you. "Yeah, no kidding. Guess we're going back to the dorm now."

"But what about this?" He whines, pointing at the ramyun and rice cakes you guys were planning to make in the store.

"Stop whining, let's pay and we'll make it in the dorm." You say, giggling at the way he rolls his eyes.

As you both came out of the convenience store and walked back in silence, you couldn't help but smile, despite everything.

That had been a minor victory, an act of rebellion in your otherwise rigid trainee life, and although you'd gotten caught, the thrill of sneaking out with Niki wasn't something that you would be forgetting anytime soon, however short it had been.

You both ran to the dorm as fast and quietly as possible so that you wouldn't cause an alarm to others.

You looked into each other's faces and silently promised that next time, you weren't going to get caught.

idk how to feel abt this :/

[nxuvillette]

thoughts on sucking off kinich while he plays valorant :3

❥- a/n : i do ! i hope you enjoy this thirst, anon! :)

content warnings : nsfw [18+], fem!reader, minors + ageless + blank blogs dni, oral sex (m!receiving), cum swallowing.

kinich is definitely more of a reserved boyfriend, and he’s always playing video games whenever he has the free time. he also loves to spend time with you as well, so when you crept between his legs one day while he was playing, he wasn’t really that surprised. he had a small habit of neglecting you whenever he got too into his game, and he was trying his best to break it.

when you pulled his cock out of his boxers, he almost choked on his own spit. your warm mouth engulfing his length had him melting in his own chair. kinich found it becoming increasingly difficult to focus on his game and he was losing his grip on his controller. his face turned pink when he felt his tip reach the back of your throat. he almost lost it completely at that second, so he decided to toss away his game and place all of his attention on your pretty face. his fingers laced themselves into your hair where he held your head in his palm. he guided your mouth along his cock and groaned whenever your tongue dragged on his creamy tip. you were so fucking hot. he couldn’t get enough of how good you looked.

he gritted his teeth the moment his balls tightened and suddenly released his cum into your mouth. it came as a surprise to you, but you gladly swallowed his seed and smiled when he used the pad of his thumb to caress your now puffy lips.

“wanted my attention that bad, huh? you’re gonna get it now..” he cooed, yanking you forward so you could sit on his lap.

© NXUVILLETTE ┆ all rights reserved, do not repost, translate, or claim as your own.

[kinardscake]

Not sure if you're okay with rants on here, I can come off anon too BUT BUT BUT

Buddie fans calling US toxic for respectfully, politely sharing our opinions on 8x06 on social media is the biggest hypocrisy ever I've seen in quite a while

I am begging the actors to stop doing episodic interviews, it's making a lot of the fanbase hella annoyed and I really don't think it works in this show because apparently Tim just does whatever the hell he wants and the writing is inconsistent as all hell, so it just shows up as the actors being disingenuous at best and lying liars at worst

Maddie's line of "Abby turning men gay" IS A BIPHOBIC LINE

Tommy's entire "you need to experience life" IS A BIPHOBIC LINE

The audacity to claim that it was glee that helped gay people be more open and out in real life when LITERALLY gay men DIED - they died in millions, we lost so many of our elders to AIDs, then the lavender scare, then don't ask don't tell, then so much effort was done towards policy, SO MANY people waited all their lives for one second of freedom, but nooooooo it was a tv show! Asshole.

I really hope Luo asks for a 20x pay raise when they need him back to salvage the rest of the season lol.

I’m okay with rants, fire away nonnie. We are all here sharing our opinions, why shouldn’t you share yours?

Honestly, I think it says a lot that so many people share the same opinion about the show, the latest episode.

Re: 2. Yes, we’ve had quite a few moments, didn’t we, where things spoken in the interviews turned out completely different in the show. And I wish those were never said at all.

But, to be fair, most interviews are done with smaller publications that don’t have quite a big reach. So the fandoms they write for are what influences the numbers, keeps up the engagement and keeps them afloat.

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Hey, so as a person who'll be legal next year, I don't know what exactly happened here with minors (I was at school), but regardless I wanted to say sorry that you have to deal with that. You shouldn't have to deal with people who Don't Listen, especially people around my age.

I also wanted you to know that I absolutely love your AU as a whole. The storyline and art genuinely make my brain go in all sorts of good directions, and tbh the art style is inspiring my own a bit.

Hope you're doing well

Just some minors interacting with a clearly labeled "Minors Do not Interact" post in bold and big letters like as if that's not in place there to shield them away from the nsfw. I even hid the damn thing under a cut so that they can walk away from it without being exposed in case of accidental encounters

What's worse was that the minor in question was the first to even interact with it before anyone else and that pisses me off just how easily they ignored the many warning signs in place, all to comment a damn flustered emoji. like flashing a bright neon sign of "DON'T GO INTO THE SCARY DARK HOLE" in their face but they think "eh. I can handle it"

I understand that most teens have the mindset of thinking they're more mature and can handle 18+ content, and no one at that age really realizes how immature that mindset is until they reach the same age as we do because they're all too excited and blinded at the idea of being "adults", doing "adult" things... But still. Come on. Just read the sign and respect it.

I promise you, you will not regret it, and you are not missing out on anything because it's not for you in the first place.

At least you seem cool, right on tho anon, right on

Thanks for being inspired with my art and for liking my silly little story :3 This AU has certainly become bigger than what I had initially in mind but honestly? I love writing and making stuff for it, and I'm very thankful to have an audience that is as enthusiastic to learn about it's world as I am eager to tell it. It's literally a storyteller's dream come true :')

[callsign-relic]

dont look at me ive just been like fiending over the titan au for the past . 30 minutes just foaming at the maw about it

also my first anon here yay yay yay! yippee! but anyways onto BUSINESS.

ive mainly just been thinking about titan!megatron being a tiny bit . obsessed????? possessive? over a little human like sorry i just enjoy the difference in culture, language, and size especially TOO much.

something ive mainly been thinking about is just. this little human walking around in this strange, dangerously alien city thats absolutely massive, the buildings a cold steel, but the second they put their hands on anything the warmth from their hands just barely stir the nanites in the titan that makes whatever they touched bloom into a soft blue hue

colored footprints leave behind a trail that fade slowly over time, the blue hues melding into greens and yellows the longer the human lingers in an area as the surrounding area soaks in the warmth

meanwhile megatron has been keeping an eye on the little thing since minute one, shifting things around quietly to keep the human close and most importantly safe, one wrong move and the little guy would go kersplat if he didnt keep an eye on them

so he does, watching the human just taking in the alien cityscape with an awe in their eyes that megatron could barely understand

also something ive always like. not really disliked ?? more like. gotten enough of the “waah im a little human who knows nothing!! ):>” thing, like I KNOW ITS MOST TIMES SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE. A READER INSERT but idk! i just wanna see people flesh out the human more in these kinda things

like what if they were a architect before finding themselves in the depths of the titan? what if they studied everything interesting about the structures inside megatron, said titan watching them with curiosity as they quickly write down something in a notebook that they slowly fill over time the longer they spend inside him

or maybe a linguist! slowly deciphering the little bits of cybertronian that they can find to understand the alien language, over time learning that the walls were almost covered in poetry, maybe making some of their own in inspiration of the titans, maybe megatron would be elated to learn that someone else has the same interest? like i mean the guy is probably extremely lonely, even if its self imposed there would still be some kind of yearning to be understood if you catch my drift??

gahh SORRY FOR THESE THOUGHTS BEING SO JUMBLED i just had to write this stuff down or it’d never leave my head lol BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THESE? MAYBE?

Eeeee these are so cool thank you so much for sharing!!!

I love the idea of the human having some background to them. An architect or a linguist or anything, just something that gives them a purpose to be interested rather than just “ooo big alien”. I feel like once Megatron sees the human’s attempts to reach out and communicate, maybe he would try and reach out too.

This tiny creature, smaller than dust, yet he still tries to communicate with them, because of how interested they seem in him too…

[shirayuricky]

jealousy | murata fuma

(divider by @cafekitsune) (requested by anon)

- apart of shirayuricky's 100 followers event -

pairing: murata fuma x fem! reader

genre: smut

warnings: oral (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (be safe)

prompts used: 8 - "you're in trouble now." , 31 - "behave."

word count: 0.7k

a/n: sorry for the delay! i hope you like this, though :)

you were hanging out with fuma's friends, all 8 of them, along with you and fuma, are in one room. it was all light chit chats and jokes, laughter everywhere. other than fuma, you are most familiar with euijoo, that's why he is comfortable in playfully slapping your shoulder when he's laughing. and of course, you smiled at him like normal, he's having the time of his life.

however, one person isn't too happy in seeing you getting too friendly with euijoo. he's silently glares at you for moments, which you then caught right after. fuma makes his way to you, sitting beside you.

you seemed a bit scared, have you done anything wrong? you haven't. but fuma thought the other way round. "excuse me, i shall excuse myself first. i'll be right back." he stood up, grasping your wrist along. "we'll be right back! don't worry, everyone." you said as you got pulled out of the room. you really wanted to ask him what led him to this, but you were too busy trying to get out of his grip. it's too strong, you struggled to break free.

he brought you an empty and unoccupied room, the interior same like the previous room..but much further away. "you looked happier with euijoo than with me today." he said sternly. "we're just friends, it's not like we're gonna kiss or something." you defended yourself.

"i don't care about that anymore, i just needed to remind you who you belong to." fuma said, his eyes darkening. "fuma! you aren't like this..." you were cut off. "listen, y/n!" he raised his voice a little, taking a deep breath as he leaned closer. his lips are now close to your ear. "you're in trouble now." he whispered. "now, take your punishment like a good girl." he took off your cardigan, an indication on what he will do next.

"fuma." you called him out. "behave." he simply said. without hesitation, he stripped off the rest off your clothes and immediately lowered himself down to his knees before he wrapped his lips around your sensitive clit. he could already taste your arousal.

"fuck, i just got started and you're already this wet?" he darkly chuckles. maybe his emotions getting riled up do make you wet.

he licks several stripes, up and down against your wet pussy before pushing his tongue deep in you. that movement involuntarily made your fingers reach towards the strands of his hair, tugging on them. it's an invitation that he should do more.

but the invitation was declined, you softly whined since you almost felt the feel of climaxing. "be grateful i would still let you cum even though you're a bad girl." he said, lowering down his pants and his boxers in one go, revealing his thick and erect cock.

"get ready, baby." he lines up his cock against your entrance and dives deep in. you let out a loud gasp. and he doesn't go slow, he goes fast. and his thrusts are rough which made you struggle to keep your legs straight. fuma noticed this and pins you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist. suddenly, you felt the urge to cum.

"you wanna cum for me, baby? you wanna be a good girl for me, hmm?" he whispers to your ear. and those words are enough to make you trip off the edge of the pleasure. "fuma..." you breathlessly called out his name after your climax hits you and feeling his seed spilling into your pussy.

"are you okay?" he asked, lowering you down to the floor as he had you wrapped in his arms. he reached for a tissue paper to clean you up. he helps you tidy up a bit of your hair- it's a bit disheveled.

"sorry about that, baby. i got a bit jealous over there." he apologises. "no, fuma, that's okay." you said. "let's get you dressed back, shall we? we need to be presentable to the others." he said. you nodded, dressing yourself back up.

a few minutes after, you two went out of the room and went back to the same room his other friends are waiting. "that took you two a long time." nicholas said. "we had an argument earlier. however, we have solved it." fuma lied.

luckily everyone believed that lie. it would be embarassing if someone doesn't.

[askblueandviolet]

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[2aceofspades]

*emerges from my blanket cave of Tired™️* Hello, yes, lil toddler Casey Jr is an adorable lil gremlin and this current comic gives me liiifffe its so cute aaaaa ~-- --- .-. ... . / .- -. --- -.

MORSE ANON!!!

Oh thank the stars hi hello! Gah I missed ya..oh I hope you've been staying safe and well 🙌✨

Cozy blanket time for you, my dear morse anon

Aaawwweee! I'm so so happy to hear that eeee!! Drawing this lil comic has been so special and a whole ~experience~, so it's very heartwarming to know you've been enjoying it 🥹 Casey is definitely giving lil gremlin vibes ha! Ah, I love it I love it 🙌🙌

[evil-dsmpconfessions]

if it wasn't obvious, this blog is going on hiatus for a while. I don't know if it'll come back or not. I'm not deleting it, though. goodbye for a bit, jack

[wolpatinga]

[seyaryminamoto]

Little Lu Ten really admired his uncle, itseems 😅 Is there a possibility that Ozai would have orchestrated Lu Ten's death? 😳

... I know that's a relatively popular theory in the fandom, but that's absolutely not the case in Gladiator and, I'd dare say, absolutely unlikely in canon too.

Not only do I enjoy writing a far more complex Ozai than canon's, not only do I very much want him to feel like Zuko's dark counterpart, the kind of person Zuko 100% could have become without the support of the people who guided him down a better path, but...

... did you ever watch LOK? Book 2, in particular?

There are a lot of things in Book 2 of LOK that made me realize I was on a ride I didn't really want to be on anymore, and I stuck it out basically because I was in the fandom, too active and in-too-deep to just stop watching. But I would say the first moment that made me go "... oh shit, this writing is really bad" would be when Unalaq's grand, contrived plan to frame Tonraq for having "unleashed spirits on the Northern Water Tribe with his irresponsible behavior," was revealed. Not only was Korra's behavior disturbing for me in that scene, the explanations were so ridiculous and embarrassing that I wanted to scream. Basically: Unalaq hired a bunch of criminals to cause trouble so that they'd get their asses kicked by Tonraq in a VERY specific spiritual location, all because he 100% knew that would result in a bunch of dark spirits attacking the Northern Water Tribe! And when that happened, he swept in as the hero to save the day through a bending technique that goes 100% against everything we knew about bending in ATLA, while Tonraq looked like the worst person ever, got banished, and Unalaq became heir to the throne!

... Wouldn't it have made perfect sense for Tonraq to ACTUALLY be a flawed hero? Wouldn't it have been a more INTERESTING story if Tonraq learned from his arrogance, while Unalaq, instead, grew INCREASINGLY arrogant? So, you know, parallel character development, in inverse directions? It would've been a far more interesting writing choice :'D even if the whole situation is as weird and wonky as it is, at least this actually means character growth could be had, right?

But no. We had the weirdest con in the history of the Water Tribe instead. How wasn't Unalaq suspicious from the start due to the CONVENIENCE of him revealing this power to purify spirits that nobody's ever heard of before? Why would the criminals take money from one prince to get killed/attacked by another?? Were they criminals, really, or were they the Northern Water Tribe's BDSM club who had the hots for Tonraq and wanted him to beat them up? So much about the "logic" of this scenario was so absolutely ridiculous... add to this that the seemingly random judge happens to know ALL about it, and he's ready to give Korra all the explanations that straightforwardly say "YES. YOUR UNCLE IS A BAD MAN. GO PUNCH HIM." Put it all together, and it's so contrived, so exaggerated, it steals all agency from characters, the plans don't even make sense: why wouldn't Unalaq just... have Tonraq killed? if he wanted the throne?? oldest tale in the book?? there's literally no character-driven reason that justifies him doing all the BS he did just to have Tonraq conveniently banished instead of killed. So, yeah, this whole thing is just one hell of A Writing Choice. :')

... And with all this being said, I suppose you may see where I'm going with this.

Ozai doesn't need to orchestrate the murder of his nephew from halfway across the world for Lu Ten to die. In fact, considering Ozai's track record, be it in Gladiator or in canon? I'd dare say that any attempts of his to get Lu Ten killed would backfire so badly that Azulon would've somehow ended up abdicating, and Iroh too, so that Lu Ten could be Fire Lord, if Ozai had been targeting his nephew deliberately. Yes, I'm making fun of him again, but... think about canon Ozai for a minute, if you may indulge me: he planned to ruin Zuko's life by sending him to hunt down the Avatar, and Zuko ended up not only finding the Avatar but taking Ozai's throne. You know. The throne Ozai connived and plotted to get all his life. And he held it for a grand total of 5 years before losing it to his 16yo son. Damn. A top-tier strategist, isn't he?

My point, boiled down to simplicity is... simplicity, in itself.

Lu Ten is in a war front. An active, violent one. He's in a fierce battle against the best earthbending forces of the Earth Kingdom, who are tasked with defending Ba Sing Se, a city that's supposed to be impenetrable.

These earthbenders do not need dirty money from a Fire Lord's son to decide to kill an enemy soldier. Unless we think that Lu Ten is lazy and cowardly, and that he would not get his hands dirty and would not be involved in the fighting, he would've been in constant danger while serving on the battlefield. The situation, once Ba Sing Se's Outer Wall broke, absolutely REQUIRES for the battle to grow fiercer, as the stakes have never been higher for the Earth Kingdom's defenses. So, with this scenario in mind? Even the most grotesque version of Ozai has no need to hire any murderers to kill Lu Ten. He's in enough danger as it is, and along with Lu Ten, hundreds of other Fire Nation soldiers are bound to have died. He just happened to be one of them.

Ah, and if the working theory is that Lu Ten died because of a firebender? There's no way the show wouldn't have brought this up. If he had been stabbed in the back with a Fire Nation sword/dagger/spear? Same thing. At no point is there any indication that Lu Ten died because he got attacked from behind by his fellow soldiers, it would have been too important an element in his death for the story to not bring it up.

Along with this, I'd wager that any version of Ozai who HAD hired someone to kill Lu Ten would not have been quite so chill, taking over the throne while Iroh just drinks tea and plays the fool. If Lu Ten died by foul play? Provable foul play? (Ozai would leave a pretty damn obvious trail if he was behind this, let's not give Loser Lord more credit than he's due, please) Iroh would not have been so stupid as to not realize it. And, upon going home? The first, most obvious potential culprit for Lu Ten's death is the guy who benefits from it all: Ozai. And I know, yes, Iroh got redeemed and realized violence was not the answer... but Iroh, too, talked about Ozai with a carelessness and a casual demeanor in canon that is completely incompatible with that of a father who at LEAST suspects his son may have been murdered by his piece of shit of a brother :'D

SO!

... in conclusion, no. Ozai didn't have Lu Ten killed. Categorically untrue in Gladiator, and in my opinion, laughable and unlikely in canon as well due to how contrived and unncessary it is, not to mention how badly this reflects on Iroh's inaction and passivity if his son was actually killed by his own brother (imagine being harsher towards your 14yo niece than towards your brother-who-killed-your-son, ffs...). Ozai's bad enough as he is: blaming him for every awful thing that happens in his family feels like an unnecessary way to make him the source of all evil when we all know, already, that he's very, very bad. People die on battlefields. It doesn't have to be because of mercenaries specifically hired to find one specific person amid hundreds or thousands of soldiers and making sure THAT ONE (1) DUDE dies.

I suspect you'll be quite surprised, once we get to the flashbacks that deal with the subject, to discover that Ozai was in fact interpreting Lu Ten as an ally to himself. He thought Lu Ten would wind up actively supporting Ozai's bid as Fire Lord :') he believed he could be helpful for his schemes. And when he dies? It's a blow to Ozai's plans, at first. He tries to work with it later... doesn't go super well, of course. You'll see when we get there :'D

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So I notice u get a lot of asks, and definitely feel free not to post or answer but I just need to say how I feel and hope someone knows what I'm talking about. I'm afab. I feel like a gay man. I have a wonderful supportive boyfriend who I am confident will be with me no matter what (he's also bu so being a boy doesn't make me think he'd leave.) I don't know how to describe it, but I feel like I can't transition. I have this wonderful support system, I don't have any health problems holding me back, it might put a slight financial strain on me but I could do it financially. But there's something in me that's so bitter that I'm not just a man. That I didnt grow up being a boy. Something that I don't think transition can fix. If I went on t rn, I probably wouldn't get any taller, people would probably still clock me, it would cost thousands of dollars and days/weeks/months of recovery to have a body I feel like I should've been born in. Yet if I ever try to make it a reality I get so anxious that I feel like I have to back out. I Atilla worry what others will think, if I'll keep my job, if the people around me would go out of their way to make my life worse if they knew. I read about kids who have supportive parents and I wonder why I couldn't have been allowed to explore who I was when maybe transitioning could've made a real difference. I don't know if you feel like this or anyone else does (I'm sure they do) but I'm just trying to find who does. I feel really alone bc every time I try to actualize this part of my identity I pretty much just get cold feet and feel really anxious, and distance myself from who i feel i am. Thanks for reading or responding if you end up doing so

I feel you... it's hard to be in mourning for the person you feel you should have been. There is nothing wrong with that. I hope you feel safe enough to be open with your support system, even if it's just to mention how you feel. That can truly be helpful, though I get thats hard to do. Know that you aren't a burden to your loved ones. Take all the time you need to grieve, this is a natural process, and you deserve the space to get those feelings out. I found once I grieved, I was able to think about what I wanted in terms of transition (if I wanted to, ect), and I wonder if maybe that might benefit you, too?