#but I'm extremely mad that I can't shut it off and it is ALL. OVER. my dash

[suffercerebral]

me having gone to bed at 6 am every day for the past week and generally spiraling mentally while rotting in bed waking up this morning: a 4 mile hike in the heat is a really good idea right now, and while we're at it let's start like 3 art projects

[thesearchforbluejello]

@staff there's no option to report this and I don't know if anyone even checks your @s because you get so many but the fact that I am getting advertisements for belligerent pro-gun pro-Jesus far-right t shirts LESS THAN A WEEK after another mass shooting that killed a bunch of children and two days after multiple schools in my area were locked down because of swatting calls is one thing, because I realize your ad service likely doesn't vet what comes through

BUT I CANNOT BLOCK THESE ADS.

THERE IS NO OPTION TO STOP THEM.

You need to fix this immediately.

[deathbxnny]

Arcane characters saying things they'll regret during an argument with you. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader

(Part two)

Because if I can't be happy, then neither can you./j✨️

Content: Alcoholism, spoilers for season 2, heavy angst, toxic behavior, cursing, established romantic relationships, potential mentions of cheating, gaslighting/ manipulation, probably ooc idk, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》VI

You hated the cycle she had trapped herself in. It was never-ending and beyond self-destructive. For a while, you tried to get her out of it by attempting to reason with her, show her the light, tell her that everything is going to be okay and to just stop with the senseless fighting. But then the heavy, out of control drinking began, and she became unrecognizable to you.

She barely spent time with you, and when she did, then it was due to an extreme hangover that you had to nurture her through before the next fight began. You were so sick of it. You couldn't take the state she was in anymore. You wanted your girlfriend back but didn't want to suffer anymore as a result of it. And so, you tried one last time to snap her out of it.

"Hey, uhm... can we talk?" You ask nervously whilst peering at her from the doorway into her room. The roaring of the crowd and indistinguishable words of the announcers buzzed over your heads, reminding you of the timelimit you had to do this right. Vi didn't turn to you and instead focused on smearing the black paint over her eyes, a dark gaze glance cast your way at your meek plea. "Make it quick. I got 10 minutes before I have to be out there again."

You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the coldness in her tone. It was so odd, so not like her. "Vi... I... I need you to stop this. I understand your pain. I really do, I... get it. But this isn't right. You're practically killing yourself here, and I can't take that anymore-" "-This topic again? I told you to fucking drop it already." She hissed with a shake of your head and something about that made you finally snap. "I care about you Vi! That's why I'm doing all of this shit for you. No one else would do as much as I did. Why can't you see that? What the hell happened to you-" Your voice was cut off by her hand slamming into a nearby wall, anger written all over her face that made you flinch away instinctively.

You had never been scared of her before and this just broke your heart further.

"Shut up! You haven't done shit for me, except for pissing me off and whining and crying about every little thing I do! How about you fuck off and leave me the hell alone instead!? The only person who ever did shit for me is Cait and look how that turned out!" Silence. Deafening silence. Except for Vi's heavy breathing. You were rendered speechless. All the years you've spent with her at her side even as children flashed through your mind, before it all stilled and went cold. Your gaze hardened, and you nodded slowly, turning away wordlessly to do as she asked. You understood now. You were always the second choice in the end.

Vi seemed to only notice that you've left once she heard her name being called from the ring above. And her heart sunk at the realisation that this time, you wouldn't be there to watch her win.

And so she didn't.

》CAITLYN

Zaun was becoming a sensitive and dangerous topic to bring up around her. Even the slightest mention of it made her face harden and earn you a dismissive hand waving all of your protests away. It also didn't help that she was pulling away from you and instead getting closer to a certain red-headed officer of hers. It was frustrating and so exhausting to deal with, on top of all the grief that hung over your heads constantly. It was driving you mad. Nothing you said got through to her.

It wasn't a secret that you disapproved of the war and the alliance with Ambessa. You could look right through her, see with a clear mind that she was up to no good. Whatever she had planned wouldn't bring either nation anything but more plight. This wasn't the right way to go about things. It wasn't humane. The people she hated were no different from you both. But she just couldn't see it the same way, her judgment clouded heavily by her need for revenge on Jinx. A singular person had shifted her perception about a whole group of people... and it was becoming suffocating. You couldn't recognize her anymore.

You were trying to find the right time to finally confront her about it fully, and thankfully, the opportunity came up one evening whilst she was going through paperwork in her office. You were pacing nervously around the room, trying to find the courage to speak your mind, but she beat you to it. "If you have something to say, then say it. I have work to do and can not be disturbed like this." She muttered, eyes focused on the sea of papers before her rather than your stilling form. Very well, she asked for it. "I... want this war to end. This isn't right."

Her hand froze before she hummed and resumed her task. "I thought we had moved on from this topic." She said calmly, not betraying how clearly irritated she was becoming. But you couldn't give up now. You'd go crazy if you did. "Caitlyn. There is no moving on from it if people are going to die as a consequence! How could you ever look away from that? Why can't you see that this is wrong? Why can't you see that Ambessa-" You stepped towards her grand desk with every word, hands coming down to push the paper she was holding away from her face. You just wanted her to finally look at you again after so long. "-Is playing with your mind!" "Enough. Don't you dare say another word."

The Kirammann stood up and towered over you, a strong hand grabbing onto your arm with a sharp shake that surprised you. Had the grief taken over her mind this badly? So much so that she couldn't see how much this was hurting you to lose her? "I demand you see reason and stop sympathizing with those treacherous animals... unless you want me to see you as one of them as well." "You think I'd betray you?" You breathed, and suddenly the realisation that you had lost her for good finally sunk in. You needed to go. Now.

Caitlyn's face sobered up at your question, yet before she could say a thing, her dear officer Nolan stepped in with a report in hand. Seeing the position you two were in, she nervously tilted her head. "Oh, my apologies, am I disturbing you-?" "-Not at all. In fact, I'm the one who's disturbing YOU. My apologies for that." Ripping your arm out of her gloved hand, you pushed past the girl and rushed out of the room.

Your girlfriend watched you disappear down the dark hallway before she straightened up and gave the officer a curt nod to go ahead with her report. But it was hard to listen to a word she was saying when Caitlyn's head was replaying the memory of your teary, heartbroken eyes over and over again.

》JINX

She didn't care about her life anymore. That was clear as day, and unfortunately, your relationship was suffering because of it. You knew that Silco's death had killed her inside, that his absence left her lost and confused. But you were so desperate to keep her together. So much so that you were practically destroying yourself for her well-being. Eventually, this boiled over when she was beginning to pull away from you. You, who had always been there. You, who she always cringed onto and begged to stay with her. You only had eachother now. It was impossible to think about a life without her now.

The unhinged spark in her eye had faded away and was replaced by an empty shell of what it once was. That scared you more than you'd like to admit. "Jinx... what are you thinking of?" You asked her one night whilst you quietly snuk around the dark lanes of your home. She didn't respond at first, and your eyes were focused on the back of her hooded head, wondering if she even heard you. But you know she had, when she came to a sudden stop. "... I... I think we should part ways, sweetheart. This ain't gonna go over well forever." She said in that hauntingly calm voice you've grown to hate. And you'd be lying if you said that you didn't see this coming.

"But why? We've always been together through everything. This isn't any different-" "-But it is! It's over! Jinx is over!" Facing you, you near flinched at her glowing, violet eyes, heart beating against your chest. She would never hurt you. You knew she wouldn't. And yet... you found yourself ever so slightly stepping away. Maybe that's what set her off in hindsight. "You're gonna leave me like everyone else anyway. Might as well beat ya to it-" "-I would never do that! What has gotten into you? You should know better than to think that-" "-You're scared of me, ain't ya?" You pressed your lips together when you realised that her mental state had gotten much worse than you expected.

She was losing it.

"In fact, I bet you're thinking of me the same way Vi does. You'll be so much happier without me. But... actually... what if you're going to backstab me like her one day?" The look on your face must've been horrific enough to sober her scrambled mind then because even she seemed to be unsure of what she's saying. And yes, you knew she wasn't doing well. You knew she was just saying things without thinking them through. But you were sick of it. So tired of it all. She could practically read your mind.

"W-wait, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I-" "-Okay... you're right. We truly would be better off going our separate ways." You were stepping away from her quicker now, and then you were running, your view becoming blurry and unintelligible. "WAIT NO, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME, I DIDN'T MEAN IT, I-" Jinx screamed after you, her breathing heavy and uneven, but she didn't go after you. She knew she had lost that right the second she opened her mouth.

You disappeared into the lanes, for the first time ever sprinting away from rather than towards her. And like the Jinx she was, she had screwed up another good thing up for herself. Perhaps deservingly this time.

》EKKO

Ekko was extremely busy with his duties lately and practically completely neglecting himself for them. It was very concerning to you and everyone, to say the least. Especially now that a war was practically forming at your front door from Piltover. And you were grateful and thankful for all he did for you. You really were. For that reason alone, you wanted him to take things easy at least sometimes to eat and sleep properly when he can. So, on the request of other members, you went to go looking for him one night before it was time for bed. He was sitting up in the tree, clearly planning to keep watch all night, like he usually did.

But you had come with a mission of your own and refused to leave until he came down to bed with you. "Ekko." You hummed as you finally reached him, a friendly smile on your lips. Balancing a nice basket of baked goods you had made yourself, you stepped towards his form that was beautifully illuminated in the moonlight. Seeing him here made you feel content and relieved since you were barely seeing each other to begin with anymore. Which you have been trying to be understanding about.

"I know what you're here for, and the answer is still no." The young man sighed with a shake of his head and frown. You weren't the first one to come by, that's for sure. "Hey... you know this isn't healthy. We're counting on you to stay strong for us, and you can't be that if you're starving yourself." You say with a slight falter to your smile, yet you tried to keep your tone playful and light. He, on the other hand, did not.

"I already told you that it's a no. Now go to bed and let me work." "But I made you these and-" "-I said, no." He hissed out, and that took you aback. He never raised his voice at you, nor did he ever have an attitude with you either. But the stress was getting to him badly, and so was the lack of sleep. "Why can't you just get that? How many times do I have to say it to get it through your thick skull? The least you could do is go and make yourself somewhat useful by patrolling, instead of wasting your time with this."

Oh, how his words cut you deep. Rationally, you knew that everything was just getting too much for him. But it didn't stop you from feeling hurt anyway, as your lip wobbled, and you slammed the basket on a nearby desk before quickly taking your leave wordlessly. Ekko froze at that and reached out to you, your name on the tip of his tongue, but the guilt stopped him from saying a thing.

"Fuck!" He cursed at himself, as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with a disappointed sigh. He definitely was losing it... and you unfortunately had to unfairly take the brunt of it.

》SEVIKA

"What did I tell you about running off when I tell you to stay put? You could have fucking died out there and then what?" Sevika was angry at you. Not that you could necessarily blame her since you did nearly get killed by an Enforcer earlier. But you had no real choice in this. You swore you didn't mean for this to happen. It was supposed to just be a quick errand run. You wanted to make her something nice for dinner, spoil her a little as a thank you for all the work she was putting into Zaun. Yet you couldn't explain any of this with the way she didn't let you even say a word now from the anger running in her veins. In fact, you had never seen her this enraged before.

"I am sick and tired of you disobeying what I tell you. I can't always be there and save you from everything, you know? I got better things to do and than to babysit you all the time-" "- I'm not asking you to do that either! I'm a grown adult, I can take care of myself!" You yelled back, absolutely angry now yourself at the way she always infantilized you like this. It always the same conversation and argument over and over again. You were so sick of it. You could handle yourself just fine and have proved this before. Yet she was so hellbent on proving you wrong every time, you couldn't take it anymore!

"I'm your partner, Sev. You're supposed to treat me like an equal." "I would, if you weren't so fucking incompetent. If I wasn't there, you would've been dead. Why can't you get that? Should I spell it out for you more? Dumb it down even more?" You hated when she was being like this. It was rare for a reason, and you despised this side of her. The side that was so prideful and egotistical. And you were trying so hard not to stoop to her level. It didn't help that you were a little injured and struggling to stand as is. "I'm not in the mood for this shit, I'm literally bleeding. Can we argue about this later, please? I just wanted to surprise you with something nice for once, and I get that I was wrong, but you don't have to be so mean about it, damn it!"

The tears in your eyes were betraying you, and the embarrassment of that just made you push past her and disappear into your shared bedroom. You'll just deal with the injury yourself. Sevika stared after you in slight surprise, considering it was rare for you to yell back like that and cry at that... but the sight of the flowers and half prepared food on the kitchen counter made the regret finally set in.

Perhaps you were right after all.

[emiquety]

Kinktober 2024 Day 3 - Healing Via Sex

Shota Aizawa x reader

summary: Aizawa had been on patrol and got caught off guard saving you, thankfully your quirk allows you to heal others- however it's only your discharge that can heals people.

warnings: 18+, MDNI, implied chubby!reader, fem!reader, slight dubcon but not really, praise, cock warming, the tiniest bit of m!masterbation, cervix kissing, riding, missionary, squirting, lowkey breeding, not proofread, and cutesy ending.

Word Count: 4.7k

Hope you enjoy!!!

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Erasure Head was groaning as he sat with his back pressed against one of the walls of the abandoned building the two of you were taking refuge in. Sitting in one of the narrow and windowless hallways of the building. Soft pants leaving his lips as he pressed his hand against his abdomen where he had earlier been stabbed by a villain while saving you. "Fuck." He hisses out, eyes squeezed shut as he continues to apply pressure to his wound.

You wince slightly, guilt eating at your stomach for being reckless and getting in the way. You should've been paying attention, you should've noticed the stray villain firing at passing civilians, and out of all the other normal pass byers- you were the only one that hadn't noticed or tried dodging when the spikes flew at you.

So here you were, in an abandoned building with the injured pro hero as he groans in pain. "Sorry." You muttered quietly, eyeing his hand covering his would. By now the area was evacuated and the villain was still roaming around. Heroes were stretched thin lately, so Erasure Head's call for back up could take a while. The two of you were sitting ducks now.

"It's fine." He grunts out, a breathe forcing a tuff of hair away from his face. "You wouldn't happen to have a healing quirk, would you?" He asks, not really expecting a confirming answer from you, just figuring that it'd be worth asking.

You really couldn't help but to look away as heat spread across your cheeks. "Technically, I do." You muttered quietly, embarrassed to talk about your quirk. It wasn't something you were particularly proud of, it was embarrassing really. Most times you just told people you were quirkless just to avoid explaining how your quirk worked.

He lets out another soft grunt, finally opening an eye to look at you. "And you just plan on sitting there?" He asks in a gruff voice, causing you to squirm and look even further away. "it's not that simple." You mutter, crossing your arms over your chest to provide a sense of comfort for the awkward conversation you're about to have with a pro hero. "Not simple? I'm bleeding out, there's a deranged villain running around ready to kill, no confirmation of any incoming help, you have a healing quirk but it's apparently 'not simple'?" He says, a slight edge in his tone. You could tell he was frustrated by the current events and your unwillingness to help using your quirk, and it honestly made your skin crawl a little with guilt.

"It's not simple as in..." You have to pause for a moment, eyes searching around the walls as you think of the right way to explain. "A little wave of hand, or a mantra, or I don't know- the point is, it's an unorthodox way of healing." You finally got your words out, managing to look back at the black haired man again. He stared at you with narrowed eyes, like he didn't like your explanation. Something about the way he was looking at you made you mad, like he was challenging you, like it wasn't as bad as you made it out to be. With a glare of your own you open your mouth again. "I can't heal you without you being in my pussy." You say bluntly.

He pauses, and honestly you feel a little proud at the look of shock across his face, even though it's not extremely noticeable. He clears his throat, letting out a soft sigh before speaking, "What do you mean?" He asks, his voice still gruff but with a hint of softness showcasing he's not as upset as before. "I can't heal you without you being..." It was suddenly embarrassing to talk about again- your earlier want to catch him off guard fading away. "Inside of me." You finish off, looking away in embarrassment again.

He lets out another sigh, grunting as he scoots closer to you. He had moved maybe a few inches closer, his sprawled out feet almost able to touch your crossed legs as you continued sitting across from him. "Explain it a little more. Does it have to be genitalia, fingers, any part of the body? Is there a limit to how much you can heal someone? Are they're any side effects on the-"

"I can heal someone as deep as they go. The deeper they are, the more discharge they're touching, but it also depends how long they're in." You decide to cut him off, listing off what you knew about your quirk. You hadn't gone through any training for it so it was still a mystery to you for the most part. All you really knew was that your discharge was the source of healing and it was only if it was from within your vaginal walls. "It can really be anything that can reach deep enough to penetrate. I-..." You pause, a heavy blush crossing your cheeks as you look up at the ceiling in embarrassment. "I don't know if there is a limit to what I can heal, but one of my ex-boyfriends had gotten cancer after we broke up the first time. We got back together after a while, and apparently the tumor had completely dissipated. That's as much as I know about a limit." You mutter. "And I'm not aware of any side effects." You finish off answering his voiced questions.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you now, neither of you really knowing what to say. He lifts his free hand to the back of his head, wincing in pain from the stab as he rubs the back of his neck. "I know this is an uncomfortable thing to be asked, but would you... consider letting me put something in you?" Your eyes shot back to him.

His pale skin was flushed a light pink, his black eyes looking at the floor. You had always considered the pro hero to be beautiful, before now even. His long hair, off putting persona, tired eyes, scruffy beard, and dark clothing had always allured you.

"If... If you feel it's necessary to save us... sure." You say, voice small and unsure. You weren't completely unsure of your words, you'd be fine having sex with a man as handsome and reserved as him, but you were unsure of whether he was ok with the idea of it.

He lets out a sigh, nodding his head. "Better safe than sorry." He grunts out. He pulls his hand from his would, revealing wet fabric around the area and blood on his hand. "Deeper heals faster, right?" He asks, trailing his black eyes up to meet your gaze as he covered the wound once again.

You hum and nod, tearing your eyes away as you scratch the back of your neck from nervousness. "The more contact one has with my 'fluids' the faster and more they heal, yes." You clarify before hearing a quick 'zip' coming from across of you. Your eyes widened and snapped back over to the pro hero. He was slowly stroking his soft cock- even without being erect he was decent sizes, maybe four inches? You could clearly see the straight trimmed black hair at the base, his tip a soft salmon color with a little bead of precum forming at the opening. Your jaw dropped, mouth falling agape at the sight of him.

"You don't have any STD's or anything of the sort, do you?" He asks, staring into your eyes as he shamelessly fists his cock in front of you. You close your mouth, glancing back and forth between the leaking head and his eyes. "N-no." You confirm in a slightly strained voice. He nods, letting his head fall back again as he lets out a breath. "Are you ok with-" He lets out a small grunt, one that sends a heat to your core. Your eyes focused in completely on him, watching as his member grows with each stroke of his hand. "Ok with this?" He finally asks, opening his eyes once again as they zone in on your face. "Yes, perfectly fine with it." You say, almost too eagerly as you continue watching him. He lets out a hum, biting into his lip as he closes one eye from pleasure.

He lets out a breath and his hand stops it's up and down movements along his length. He wipes the precum away with his thumb, flicking away excess liquid. His eyes flick up to yours, scanning over your features as he contemplates how exactly to go about the situation. Realistically seeing as he was the only Hero around it was better to try and heal than sit like a pair of waiting ducks. On the other hand, he was asking a civilian to fuck him. Shota Aizawa was many things, but a womanizer was never one. He felt guilty asking you for this, so much so he'd be sure to send you a gift afterwards to make up for it. He lets out another sigh, patting his thigh. "Alright, come on." He grunts out, his voice slightly raspier than before.

You eagerly crawl towards him, pulling down the waistband of your pants as much as you can while getting closer. You struggled slightly to get them past your knees, but as soon as that obstacle was crossed your pants were thrown off to the side. You grasp his shoulder, noting just how broad and strong they were, he was strong. An involuntary sigh left your lips as you straddled his muscular thighs, lifted just enough so you weren't sitting on him.

"Do you need me to do anything?" He asks, placing his hands on the fat of your hips, gently rubbing his thumbs up and down in a soothing notion. He looked amazing from this angle. Long black hair sprawled across his broad shoulders, black eyes staring up at you, mouth agape with soft breaths falling- each breath causing his shirt covered chest to raise and lightly brush against your own- and a light layer of sweat covering his features. Even fully dressed he looked like some type of god. You'd been so focused on how gorgeous he looked underneath you like this that you hadn't noticed his right hand trailing from your hip to your crotch, not until the cold pad of his thump was pressed against your clothed clit.

Your eyes widened and your grip on his shoulders tightened, nails digging into the fabric of his uniform. "Oh~! Hahhh-" You whimpered, your head falling forward from the feeling. You weren't expecting him to try and please you- even if it was just some pressure against the sensitive bud. "Th-that's not necessary!" You huff out in a whiny voice. You didn't want him to stop despite your words, and considering he wasn't removing his thumb he didn't plan on taking it away.

"The wetter you are, the quicker I heal." His voice came out gruff, the sound of it so close to your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine. His thumb started rubbing slow and small circles against the clothed bud, causing you to lean into his chest, head resting near the crook of his neck. "That's it, just relax." He whispers into your ear, his middle finger pressing against your entrance from the other side of your underwear. You knew he'd be able to feel how wet you already were, the thought was so incredibly embarrassing- barely knowing the man beneath you and you were already forming a wet spot on your panties, but it was also incredibly arousing- the fact he didn't mind. In fact it almost seemed like he wanted more. "Good girl~" He praises into your ear, his voice just above a whisper- the vibration causing you to squirm slightly. He let his thumb continue to rub little circles on your clit, every once in a while flicking stripes across it. His middle finger kept prodding at the clothed entrance, pressing in lightly and gathering more of your slick.

He gently pulls the fabric to the side, his fingers wrapping around the thin material as he adjusts it to stay out of his way. His hand then wraps around his cock once again. By now his length had nearly doubled, hardened to a lengthy seven- maybe even eight- inches. He pumps his member a few times before rubbing the warm tip along your slit. His head was brushing against your clit, the warm skin of his dick eliciting a soft moan from you. "You feel ok?" He whispers the question into your ear, his mouth right against your hair as he breathes heavily. You let out a soft whine and nod, encouraging him to keep going. He presses a soft kiss against your hair, moving his cock back and forth along your folds, his head catching at your entrance every few seconds. "Good girl." His voice a soft and raspy whisper. "Think you're ready for me?" His tone was soft now, not wanting to push you to say yes if you were doubting this. You eagerly nod, letting out a soft moaned "Yes."

He kept one hand on the base of his cock, keeping it in place as he uses the hand on your hip to gently guide you down. You can feel his hot tip pressing through the first ring of your gummy walls, he already feels thicker than he looks.

He was fighting so hard not to let his hips stutter upwards into you- your pussy was just so warm and inviting for him. He couldn't tell if it was a part of your quirk, but you were so fucking wet. It was so easy to push into you from below, to fill your tight hole, to just cum in one delicious pump of your pussy- but he was a man of class. A patient man that didn't let his needs get too far ahead of him, so he kept his hips still. "That's it, doing so good for me." He mutters with closed eyes. His hand tightening on your hip as he pulls you further down his length. He lets out a breath, head leaning back to hit the wall as his eyes open in ecstasy, pupils blown wide at the feeling of you swallowing him whole with your pussy. "Just like that, slow and easy, baby." He mutters, the pet name slipping out without much thought.

One long and heavy breath escapes your lips as you sink down on his length, the girth stretching your walls deliciously with every inch down. A hummed moan erupts from your throat, finally bottoming out on his length. Your mouth fell open at the stretch, your body slumping forward against his own, your chest pushing against his- causing the fat of your breast to flatten slightly, and arms wrapping around his neck.

His hands moved from your hips now encasing your back. One arm had wrapped around your waist, hand pressing into the fat of your side, while the other arm pulled you closer flush against his chest from your upper back. He could feel your walls clench around him, forcing a hiss to leave his slightly swollen lips- red and puffy from him biting them. Aizawa didn't have sex much, rarely even, but this felt amazing. He lets out a soft groan, letting his hands sink into your skin from pleasure. "Quit squeezing like that." He says with a gravely hissed voice.

"'m sorry, I can't- can't help it-! 'ts so big." You babble against his neck. He was filling you completely, his head pressing against your cervix in a painfully good way- and each flutter of your core made every detail of his member more vivid, each flutter making his member press in every sweet nerve you had in your vagina, each flutter causing a beautiful groan escape his throat- like an orchestra working their souls into the sweet noise for you to hear. You shake your head, nuzzling it into the crook of his neck as you try to calm down. "Fuck~!" You moan right under his ear, causing him to tense under you. "'m sorry, Mr. Erasure, 'm so sorry." You keep babbling. It would be embarrassing, but mentally you can't find the energy to worry about it. Not when you're stuffed so full and ready to just cream and cum around him after one pump.

His mind short circuited at your words. A low groan leaving his throat with a light growl at the end. You kept squeezing his girth, letting out little whines here and there, clinging to him like an animal to it's owner, and god the way you talked. It was almost enough for him to throw professionality out the window and just fuck you into the cock hungry slut you were already acting like. "Shota." He grunted out, his hot breath fanning against your slightly exposed shoulder. "Call me Shota." I mutters. He'd be damned if you used that pretty voice to call out his hero name instead of his name. He let out another groan, his head lifting from the wall to rest his cheek against one of your arms wrapped around his neck. He was trying to figure out if you felt this good inside because of your healing quirk, or if this was just you. Either way, he didn't care. It didn't matter really, this was just so he could heal back up and go back to fighting and eventually save you and whatever other civilians might have gotten trapped around here. At least- this is what he was thinking to remind himself of why he was inside you to begin with.

"Shota~!" You moaned out breathlessly.

Fuck.

How the hell was he supposed to worry about healing his would when you purred his name like that? And the way your pussy clenched around him- squeezed around him? You let out a soft whine, scooting closer on your knees to get to his upper body, wanting to fit against him for warmth and pleasure. You didn't even process the fact it would cause you to grind down on him. causing a satisfying push against your cervix from his cock. A whorish moan left your parted lips, eyes rolling back as you couldn't help you greedy walls from actively trying to milk him. He was pressed against your cervix, the clenching of your vaginal walls making every sensitive nerve in you flutter against his length.

A tightly strained growl came from his throat, sending another shiver down to your core. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your jittery nerves, eyes squeezing shut as you cling to the Pro Hero. "I'm sorry, i just-... It's sensitive. I'll try to k-keep still." You stammer over your words, pleasure filling your mind. Truth be told, you hadn't had sex in months, almost a year, and having such a big and girthy cock fill you was heavenly. You inhaled deeply, taking in his musky scent. He smelled amazing- almost doing the opposite of the calming affect you were trying to reach by taking deep breaths. You slowly released the breath of air, your body relaxing against him. Your walls no longer clung so entirely tightly to his member, relaxing a bit as you inhale once more. "Good girl." He mutters into your ear- not helping your attempts to calm down.

He was thankful you stopped squeezing and squirming, no longer having to struggle completely to hold himself back from fucking you like a jack rabbit. He swallowed thickly, letting his head rest back once again as he rubbed soothing little circles on your side and back. Your hands had started softly playing with his dark lochs, one hand twirling the ends of his strands and the other gently scratching at his scalp. The two of you had relaxed and molded into each others soothing touches.

Minutes had passed now, and Shota could tell his wound was healing quickly already. The ache in his abdomen had gone from agonizing to just a dull pain. You clear your throat, slowly pulling back to look him in the eyes. "You doin' any better?" You ask quietly, gaze flickering over his face. He gives a slow nod, swallowing deeply before speaking. "It's a powerful healing quirk... too bad it's unconventional." His gruff voice tickles your ears, even at the distance you're at. You let out a small laugh, nodding along to his words. "My friends and I joke I'd be the perfect Hero wife." He lets out a small chuckle, his lips lifting into a soft smile. "It'd be a nice treat to come home to after a hard day." He says in return, continuing to softly rub your skin.

There was a sudden rumbling in the ground before a loud boom came from outside the building. Your eyes widened and a hand instinctively grabbed on to Shota's shoulder, fear etching your face. The floor beneath the two of you shook violently, vibrating as the villain throws another rampage outside while screaming for someone to 'try and stop him'. The tremors within the building forced you to clam around Shota's member in fear while his arms wrapped tightly around you in a protective way. He lets out a small grunt, thrusting his hips upward and deeper into your heated core. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open in pleasure as he presses against your cervix again. "F-fuck." You mutter, grinding your hips back and forth against his, forcing friction between your bodies as you clit rubs against the tuff of pubic hair at the base of his cock. He groans next to your ear, eyes shut as his head pushes his forehead against your shoulder.

"Feels so good~! I-I-I'm sorry~ I-" Your words die un your throat for a moment, "please fuck me, please. I- I need to cum, you're so p-perfect." Your words tumble out from your lips, like an avalanche of whines. You were getting needy. The stretch of your walls around his girth, the warmth you could feel between both sets of clothes, his voice- pushing you to beg and plead with the man.

He let's out another grunt before giving one small nod, the movement barely registering in your mind before his feet were firmly planted on the ground and his hips wildly thrusted up into yours. The sheer force of his cock pistoning in and out of your dripping hole causes you to gasp in a breath of air before releasing choppy moans, separated in time with his thrusting. His arms held you tightly against his chest, keeping your body steady and in place so you couldn't move away and ruin the quick and heavy rhythm he'd began. A growl escaped the back of his throat as his teeth sunk into the flesh of your shoulder. Your eyes rolled back as a delirious smile crossed your lips, a fucked out expression on your features. You haven't been fucked in ages- and you've never been fucked this good.

He rolled the two of you over, his body raised over yours. In the new missionary potions he could watch each delicious bounce of your tits as his thrusts reached deeper into your quivering pussy. Your arms raised upwards, hands tugging his head down. His focus was completely on your perked nipples. The push on the back of his head only encouraging him to lean down and take one of the perked buds into his mouth. A low moan buzzed around your nipple as he began sucking and licking at the sensitive nub.

Your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock. The double stimulation of his cock rampaging into you like you're toy purely there for his pleasure and his mouth clinging to your breast like a man starved. Your back arches upwards into him, the new angle allowing his length to kiss your cervix with each pounding thrust of his hips.

He lifts his eyes from your collarbone to gaze up at your fucked out expression. Eyes rolled back, lips parted as your tongue rests against your bottom lip, flushed cheeks, and messy hair. Maybe the pleasure of feeling how snug your pussy was around his touch starved cock made him begin to think of making you his- or maybe he genuinely wanted to have you. He didn't know, but it was all he could think about while staring at your prettily slumped face. He could keep you around, keep this magical pussy all to himself- maybe even fall in love with you and not just the vaginal walls that clamped around him.

Your body bounced, pushing up and down on the floor as he continued snapping his hips against yours to piston his girthy dick in and out. You felt so full with every drag in to kiss your cervix- so full that even when he would pull as far out as possible without slipping out of your greedy folds, you could still feel the impressions his girth left inside of you.

"C-cum in~~~" a huff leaves your lips as you take a shallow breath, "inside, Sh-Sho-" Your words are cut off as his tip drags along your g-spot before kissing the end of your vaginal canal once again, the motion repeating several times. A gutted moan escapes your throat as your walls squeeze him- putting a stutter in his thrusts as the pressure. You were cumming. You hadn't even realized till you felt an excessive wetness against your front as his body slit against your own.

He lets out a whimpered laugh, his body forcing himself to push deeper- deep enough that his seed would release closest to the depths of your pussy, closest to where his semen would meet an egg to fertilize- not that it would. You were on birth control.

Warmth fills your fluttering walls, pussy painted white from the inside by his thick and gooey cum.

"Fuck... Did so good f'me, pretty girl." He groans out as he rests his head into your shoulder. Your body was sore. The intensity of how rough he was on your poor kitty, bruises along your breasts, and the slight pain in the back of your head from rubbing against the floor so much. It was worth it.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

A week had passed by now. Your encounter with the pro hero was short lasting, much to your dismay.

After he had been fully healed thanks to your quirk he easily took down the low life criminal, now locked behind prison bars once again. You remember how pretty he looked coming back to you to get you back to the safety of your home- insisting it was the least he could do.

You had expected a visit considering he knew where you lived, but alas, nothing.

Nothing until you were of your way home from work today. Walking out the elevator to wander down the hall towards your apartment. You rounded the fluorescently lit corner and let out a small sigh, eyes closed with exhaust. You had managed about six steps before opening your heavy lids once again.

There he was.

Messy hair pulled back into a high bun with a few strands left out to frame his angled face, baggy black sweatpants and sweatshirt, and a beautiful bouquet of red roses in his hand.

You froze in your tracks, staring at him blankly. A heat spread across your cheeks and your mouth fell open to speak- say something even if you were at a loss of words. "Shota?" You sputtered out.

A soft smile graced his lips and his eyes lightly crinkled at the sides. "Pretty girl." He greets back. Your lips stretch into a smile of your own, overridden with joy of seeing the man you thought of all week. You walk closer, readjusting the keys in your hand to unlock the door. "What're you doin' here?" You found yourself asking as you stand before him.

He lifts the flowers towards you, using his other hand to brush away a few of his stray hairs out of his face.

"Came to ask if my pretty savior would like to go on a date with me this Saturday."

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Holy moly

I did not grind according to my last post. im so sorry !! lazy ending too- i was just so tired od coming back to write, having to reread, writing a little, getting distracted, stop writing, just for it to repeat so i slapped a pussed down ending of what i wanted on. Next is breeding (Im determined to finish kinktober even tho its december.)

[writememysticfalls]

Toxic | Klaus Mikaelson

Summary: "I'm not a good man," Klaus whispered. "You should run away from me, as fast as you can."

Being Klaus's girlfriend feels amazing... until he loses his temper.

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Genre: Hot, angsty, Toxic relationship

Word Count: <1k

You were sat on the couch in the Mikaelson residence, gnawing at your fingernails. It was an old habit that only came back when you were extremely stressed.

You were waiting for your boyfriend Klaus to return home. He had entrusted you to look after his one year old daughter Hope whilst he was gone.

Klaus walked through the door. He pulled off his jacket and flung it onto the sofa.

"Hello, love," he said, smiling. "How was your day? I hope my little monster didn't give you too much trouble."

Klaus stood behind the couch where you were sitting. He leant down and kissed your cheek. His lips were soft, and his stubble tickled your skin pleasantly.

Klaus's lips roamed further down towards your neck, but you pushed him off.

"Sit down, Klaus. I need to tell you something."

Klaus's brow quirked up, but he obeyed, sitting beside you on the couch.

"Everything alright, love? You're shaking."

You bit your lip. "Okay, here goes. First thing's first - she's totally fine, completely healthy, snoozing away in her cot."

Klaus's brow went up. "Okay…"

You drew in a shaky breath. "But… and don't be mad, but… I left Hope alone for a minute and she knocked a glass off the table and cut her hand open."

Klaus's face fell. His features went from mildly confused to deadly serious in a second. His dark blue eyes bore into yours.

"What?" His voice was barely above a whisper. "You let Hope get hurt?"

"I'm so sorry, Klaus. I know it's the first time you've left her alone with me, and I really wanted to do a good job but… accidents happen. She's fine now, vampire healing and all!"

Klaus was eerily still.

You laughed nervously. "There was blood all over the carpet, but I've sent it to the dry cleaners."

Suddenly, Klaus reached forward and gripped your throat with his hand. He squeezed your neck tight, cutting off your breath.

"How dare you be so… nonchalant about harming my daughter!" he growled. Klaus's eyes turned an eerie luminescent yellow.

"Can't… breathe!" You gasped. You clawed at his hands around your throat, but Klaus’s vice like grip was unrelenting. Black spots filled your vision.

Klaus snarled, bearing sharp werewolf teeth. But then he saw the tears wetting your cheeks, and he snapped out of it. His eyes turned back to their natural blue, and he loosened his grip on your throat.

You jumped off the couch away from him, rubbing your neck.

"I said I'm sorry, okay?" You said, between fits of coughs.

"I leave you alone for one day with her and this is what happens?" Klaus hissed. "You're lucky it's me you told and not Hope's mother, because Hayley would have removed your head from your body by now!"

You wiped your tears. "I promise it'll never happen again."

Klaus stood up, he came towards you so that you were face to face. You tried your hardest not to shy away from his thunderous gaze.

Klaus brought his hand to your cheek. You flinched, unsure of what he would do. But Klaus just swiped your tears off your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your boyfriend was so wild… so unpredictable. It was one of the things you found so irresistible about him. He made you feel alive.

Klaus's dark gaze fell on your lips, then skirted lower, across your neck, to your chest. You knew he could hear your heart accelerate.

"I'm not a good man," Klaus whispered. "You should run away from me, as fast as you can."

"Don't tell me what to do," you murmured. Your eyes slipped shut as Klaus ran his hand over the fresh bruises on your neck. He kissed your jaw solemnly.

"You must know something, Y/n…" Klaus said, as he unbuttoned the top two buttons of your thin white shirt.

"What?" You whispered, shuddering at his touch.

Klaus slid his hand under your shirt and placed his palm on your left breast, right over your heart.

"When I give you Hope, my heart is in your hands," Klaus said. "I hope I have not made a mistake in entrusting you with this responsibility."

Klaus's unsaid threat hung in the air. He could have your heart out in seconds.

You could feel the coarse skin of Klaus's palm on your chest. You could smell his scent, see his muscled shoulders rise and fall as he panted.

You should be scared, but right now, all you felt was one emotion, crippling and insatiable.

Desire.

You sprung up on your tiptoes and smashed your mouth against Klaus's, kissing him hard. Klaus grunted with surprise. Then, he pushed you against the wall. You kissed each other, opened mouthed and dirty.

Klaus's hand slipped under your bra as he squeezed your breast. The other hand gripped your waist, tight.

As you made out with Klaus against the wall, you opened your eyes, searching. You saw a silver blade resting on an ornate holder on the cabinet beside you.

You let Klaus kiss your neck as you stealthily reached your hand out to grasp the knife.

You took hold of the knife and plunged it into Klaus's side. You heard the squelching of flesh.

Klaus yelled and staggered backwards, gripping his side. You knew a stab with a metal knife wouldn't kill an Original, but that was not your intention.

"What was that for?" Klaus growled. He winced as he pulled the blade out of his waist. He dropped the bloodied knife onto the floor.

"Never manhandle me again, Klaus." You hissed. "I may be a human, but I can give as good as I can get. I said I'm sorry about Hope, so you need to grow up and accept my apology."

Klaus looked at you, hair falling wildly around your face, cheeks flushed dark, eyes glinting.

He smiled, dimples appearing on his stubbled cheeks. "I'm impressed, Y/n. I didn't know if you were fit to be my queen, but now I am sure."

You folded your arms, scowling.

Klaus stepped towards you, hands raised in surrender. "We all make mistakes. I'll admit, ever since Hope learnt how to crawl, I may have lost her more than once."

You sighed.

Klaus closed the gap between you. He wrapped his arms around you in a hug that was surprisingly tender.

"I am sorry for hurting you, Y/n. You have my word that I will not lay a finger on you ever again." He leant down to your ear. "Unless you beg for it."

Your breath hitched.

Klaus smirked. He put one hand around your waist and lifted you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, smiling. Klaus held your entire body weight in one arm.

He pecked your lips. "Let me check on the little one and then I'm all yours, my darling."

You smiled. "I can think of nothing better. "

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when they walk in on you changing

dazai, atsushi, chuuya, fyodor, akutagawa

warnings: lowercase writing, suggustive? (not to extreme), cursing!

a/n: reader is referred as they/them! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! this is also my first time writing for fyodor!!! plz expect him to be so out of character- 🙃 also- i can't speak russian- so apologies for any spelling mistakes- i used google translate...part two??

dazai osamu 🩹

stop.

he would become such a flirt.

after a long day of work, there was nothing more he wanted than to come home and be greeted by his sweet belladonna.

by long i mean him literally just annoying kunikida to death and not lifting a finger- barely.

the sound of the keys clashing together was deaf in your ears as you were wearing headphones.

you were in your room, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear.

you were rummaging through your drawer, softly singing to yourself as you picked a pair of pajama pants.

meanwhile, your boyfriend has entered the apartment, locking the door behind him.

he called out for you, however no response was given.

he grew suspicious...but didn't panic.

he called out for you again, taking off his tan trenchcoat and hung it on the hook beside the front door.

as he entered deeper into the apartment, he heard the soft sound of your singing.

his eyes lingered over to the half-closed door of your bedroom you and he shared.

he peeked his eye in the crack- and smiled to himself. slowly he opened the door wider, watching you softly shake your butt as you vibed to your song.

headphones still upon your head.

dazai's smile turned into a smirk as he entered the room.

you picked a pair of pants- now putting them on- still unaware dazai was in the room as well.

before you could put your leg into the pant leg- you felt your right headphone lift upward, and a whisper tickled your ear.

"well~ this isn't what i was expecting when coming home~"

"HOLY SHI-"

you screamed.

throwing your pants at dazai's direction and fell backwards on the bedsheets.

his laughter filled the room as he held your pants in his arms- towering over you.

"DAZAI!!"

"hi 'donna~" he winked, and you blushed mad.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

you covered your body with the blankets as dazai gasped; "this isn't just your room! we share this room, remember?"

"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S THE PRESIDENTS ROOM- GET OUT!" you whined, throwing pillows at him and he held his arms up in defense.

"okay-okay! i'm leaving!" he laughed, starting to walk out of the room.

"eh- HEY! GIVE ME MY PANTS BACK!-DAZAI!"

when you finished changing, you awkwardly walked out of the room and peeked your head through the living room where you saw dazai lounging on the couch watching tv.

he noticed you from the corner of his eye and smirked, "and they return from their hiding~"

you blushed.

"shut up! i will shove a sock down your throat-"

"after seeing that body~ i hope it's more then a soc-"

you proceed to toss a pillow at him and tackle him- hitting him over and over again as he begged for mercy.

atsushi nakajima 🐯

dudes a sweetheart.

gives you privacy.

first- he woke you up.

in the sweetest way possible.

with a kiss on the nose, leading to your cheeks, neck, jaw, bridge of your nose, forehead, temple..until he reached your lips.

he smiled hearing you stir awake, "morning, sunshine.." he whispered, brushing your bangs away from your face.

"..mornin'.." you yawned, rubbing your eyes.

he giggled at your cat like strech and kissed your cheek, getting out from under the covers...that just lead to you hiding under all of them- having all the room to yourself.

"you have to get up to, y'know?" he reminded, peeking at the clock that read 5: 56, "we have work!"

all you did was nod.

he smiled and left the room- going to the bathroom with his dress attire.

2 minutes passed and he has yet to come back to the room, so you assumed you'd just get changed here.

so you rolled out of bed, getting your work attire set and ready.

you pulled your shirt off your body, and laid it on your bed. you took your pants off- and was about to put on the pants until you heard the door open.

as atsushi opened the door; you whip your head toward him as you yelped and fell onto the bed and backwards onto the floor.

"OH my god- Y/N!!" he cried, rushing over to you and was about to ask if you were okay until he noticed...you were half-naked.

he screamed, apologies left and right, up and down until he covered his eyes and ran backward, hitting the bed and falling the same way you did perviously.

"I'M SO SORRY BABE- I-I DIDNT KNOW- OH I'M SO SORRY!!!"

as you both were a blushing mess, atsushi ran out.

5 minutes later, you exited the room and saw atsushi in the living room.

he was biting his nails and bouncing his leg.

until he noticed your figure.

"Y/N- i'm so sorry!! i didn't mean to walk in on you- i had no idea! i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable─"

you cupped his face and laughed, "it's okay- atsushi! it was an accident!"

he felt glad you weren't upset with him- and made sure to always make sure to knock when he knows your in the room.

chuuya nakahara 🍷

like atsushi.

he's a gentlemen and respects your privacy.

it was late, and chuuya called to let you know he was working overtime.

your heart flutters each time he lets you know because he remembers you- even doing the most deadliest of jobs known to man.

as he was at work you had the apartment all to yourself; which you of course took advantage of him not being here.

you looked through he wine collection, tasting the ones that seemed to interest you.

you looekd through his hat collection; aka basically his closet- and had your own small fashion show.

hours passed- and the time was 12:26pm.

you didn't get his message about him coming home; so your boyfriend entered the apartment.

"y/n- i'm home!

silence.

he heard some music echo from your bedroom; which sparks his curiousity.

he slowly walked toward the room, and opened he door.

"y/n-"

"CHUUYA!!"

you screamed, having nothing but your pants on and putting on the shirt until you heard him walk in.

his eyes widened as he closed the door- apologizing.

silence.

awkward silence.

as you left your room after getting changed, you found chuuya sitting on the couch leaning forward and playing with ths fingers.

"oh- y/n! h-how was your day?" he asked, suddenly noticing you and sat more comfortably on the couch.

you had a blush on your face as you nod, "my day was...good."

he placed his lips together to make a straight line and nodded; "that's-good.."

you suddenly burst out into laughter, causing him to now blush.

"what-what's so funny?"

"your-haha!-more embarrassed then-haha-i was!!"

he turned red and looked away from you, crossing his arms.

"i-shut up! lock the damn door next time!"

fyodor dostoevsky 🫀

bastard.

FOUCKING bastard.

you begged him; getting on all fours and to his feet; and begged him to take you to the pool he owned...somehow...for some reason (just go with it PLZ)

with a sigh, he agreeded and allowed you to have; what- 3 hours of the pool to yourself?

you ran- SPEED RAN- to your bedroom and packed for the pool.

you know- the essentials. swimsuit, towel, slippers/flip-flops, etc.

he watched you get ready with a sly smile on his face from his desk.

the way you got so excited to go to this pool- pleased him??? idk, he just felt good- anyway.

you called out to him that you'll see him in the pool as well??

hm- we'll see.

timeskip to you reaching the indoor pool.

it was HUGE.

WHY WAS HE KEEPING THIS FROM YOU- WHO EVEN IS HE??

oh yeah- nvm. lmao.

you rushed to the change rooms, excited to step into the pool.

you've been stressed all week; unable to find any relaxation at all- accept this one time...you are 100% taking advantage of this!

because- we'll it was empty, you decided to just change in the middle of the room where the room was.

you took of your shirt- revealing your bare skin.

next was your pants.

as you took them off; you noticed your butt in the mirror reflection-

oh.

okay.

damn, fyodor, that lucky bastard.

you grinned to yourself- wiggling your butt side to side and giggled to yourself.

then, you slapped it gently.

and again- then moved up down your thigh.

suddenly- you heard a familair voice-

"would you rather spend your hours looking at yourself in the mirror; or go in the pool with me? because- i can take either or."

with a scream you bounced backwards toward the mirror.

"HOLY GRAVY AND CHEESE-"

you blushed- realizing it was fyodor.

you quickly tried to grab your towel and wrap it around yourself. before you could try to wrap it all around your body- fyodor suddenly appeared in front of you.

HOW DID HE GET HERE SO FAST-

he rubbed a hand on your hip, close to your stomach.

"hm~ you've been hiding this beautiful body from me for weeks, дорогой?"

you blushed hard. feeling his hot breath on your neck-

"f-fyodor..too-close.."

he kissed your lips, cutting you off.

you melted into fast...

you pulled away panting..

"pool?"

he asked and you nodded slowly...

giggling softly..

"i'm ready when you are..."

akutagawa rynnosuke 🩸

he would be embarrassed

awkwardly leave the room...with a blush on his face.

it was late at night, time was around 11:34pm.

you were tired when you got home from work.

your a member of the ADA; yet dating one of the most dangerous port mafia members.

entering your apartment, you kicked of your shoes and left your coat on the floor.

you had no idea akutagawa was home so when you entered your bedroom you shared with him.

you took off your pants and went to the drawer to pick some pants.

as you found pants, you put them on. now taking off your shirt.

meanwhile, akutagawa exits from the bathroom and walked toward the bedroom.

he didn't notice it a crack open, so as he enters.

you freeze.

he freezes.

he has a blush on his face as he looked at your upper bare body.

you blushed.

he slowly closed the door and left..

you were red.

he just..left?

said nothing?

well what was he suppose to say??

minutes after you finished changing into your pajamas...you went to find akutagawa.

he was just in the living room, staring into a void.

you walked toward him slowly...

"ryu?"

he looked at you and was about o leave-

"wait!!" you stopped him.

"are you okay?"

he held his head low.

"i didn't mean to walk in on you...i assumed you thought i was a creep and so i left...i should be asking if your okay.."

you frowned, "aku- aha! it's okay- your my partner!! it's okay to see each other naked...even if its accidental..." you shrugged.

he nods slightly and held your hand, "please let me know if i ever make you uncomfortable...i hate knowing i did..."

you kisses his knuckles, "of course~ i love you!"

"....i love you, too."

[gnomewithalaptop]

Transcendence AU Dash Simulator GO!!!

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🔮 demonoftheday Follow

Today's demon of the day is Nxlar the Antithetical! Responsible for the Florida Springs Massacre of 3007, the body count for this purveyor of madness is estimated to be over 400 (source).

🐸 that-one-half-elf-bitch

I could fix her

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🍑 lookingformygnomequeen Follow

literally screaming crying throwing up rn I've turned off 'Based on your likes' like eight times @staff can't you just get rid of him already

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🎤 rosaslittleredboots Follow

#i accidentally set my alchemy textbook on fire today and i don't even care AAAAAA this is going to be amazing #northwest mansion mystery #pacifica northwest #rosa darling #im about to be so insufferable about this just you wait

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🐸 that-one-half-elf-bitch

Nxlar SWEEEEEP!!!

#if you love me at all you'll vote for my lady love #LISTEN i could bring her to the light i nkow i could

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👻 sweetthingsaremadeofdeeznuts

Lmao so Nxlar the Antithetical totally turned my apartment complex into a pile of sentient sludge yesterday. I'm fine -- I was at work when it all went down, but uh... yeah, my situation obviously just became super not-great. I hate to ask, but I don't get paid til the 15th, so if some of y'all could float me some cash just so I can get a motel room for a couple nights, I'll fr owe you a life debt

Goal: 0/250

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LenMo

#fuck demons fr #like seriously what'd i ever do to them 😭😭😭 #mutual aid #pls boost #don't tag as donation

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Important PSA

So idk if y'all have been reading the news lately, but the alcor virus has been making the rounds on the interwebs again. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but PLEASE don't click any random links rn, ESPECIALLY if they're tagged with twin souls.

I know we twinners love to joke about it, but the alcor virus is legitimately dangerous and has been known to seriously ruin people's lives. Idk. Just like be smart and practice basic caution I guess? Jumblr's pretty much dead these days, so he might skip over us, but it's always better to be safe than sorry

⚠️ alv Follow

This is a good point! It is always better to be safe than sorry! That's why if you're smart, you'll click here for a list of ways to virus-proof your computer. Stay safe out there everybody!

Based on your likes!

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🌲 discogirl99 Follow

Anyone else just randomly crave connective tissue sometimes

🧁 sparkle-glitter-sideblog

no actually i think that might just be a you thing

#also i heard screaming on the other line when i called you earlier there better not be a mess when i get home #beloved demon brother tag

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👑 sameeya

Okay guys I might be crazy but what if the Shadow King was actually telling the truth when he said Princess Samia's brother is still alive??? Like, if you think about it, there's a tonnnn of foreshadowing in Crown of Ghosts and the author tweeted that there was gonna be a surprise twist in the new book sooo 👀👀

#i've connected the dots -- YOU DIDN'T CONNECT SHIT -- i've connected them #wanderlust trilogy #mira ramachandran #crown of ghosts #scepter of vanquished souls #princess samia #samia of cleves #shadow king #ahmed of cleves #bookblr

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🪨 professionalnatural-deactivated30141227

Reminder that you are beautiful exactly as you are and there are thousands who would sell their souls to imitate what you do naturally <3

👠 mizarsfrillypetticoat Follow

I actually really needed this today 💗

🦇 plsbytemevladdyzaddy Follow

Yo quit reblogging this op is a blatant human supremacist

🪨 professionalnatural-deactivated30141227

And? No one cares lmao

⚠️ alv Follow

Enjoy deactivation. Lmao.

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🕵🏻‍♂️ alcor-in-the-tardis Follow

#I sent screenshots of that one centaur post to her boss too #give you two guesses what species his wife is (tags by @alv)

Holy shit. Am I actually rooting for the alcor virus rn?

🍄 warioxreader Follow

maybe the real virus was the friends we made along the way <3

⚠️ alv Follow

No, the real virus is me. Don't take credit for my accomplishments.

🐲 retiredbus Follow

Heritage post

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🐔 old-friends-senior-griffin-sanctuary Follow

I just want to get dicked down again =/

[abominable-space-they]

A modern Lulaw au in which Law is a tattoo artist at a long established well respected tattoo shop owned by the Donquixote Brothers, Wild at Heart

Law's been trying to convince them to hire traditionally trained piercers to open an internal dedicated piercing studio forever but Doffy doesn't like any idea that isn't his so he keeps shutting Law down

As a compromise Rosinante starts booking extremely well respected, highly trained traveling piercers both to show Doffy it would make money and to give him a chance to imagine it was his idea all along

Luffy is a traveling piercer who's considered a huge legacy kid celebrity in the body mod community

He was born to, adopted and taught by pioneers in modern body modification. His dads are The Revolutionary Dragon & Sir Crocodile themselves.

Because Luffy's so huge in the scene, Rosi books him for the whole summer season instead of just a couple weekends

Rosinante likes Luffy's tenacity and the total lack of fucks he gives high society and their rules. If there is anyone with the skill, clout, and charisma to convince Doflamingo, it's this kid

When Law meets Luffy, he kinda hates him at first.

Luffy is dressed like he's going to the beach in late fall. Flip flops and a sun hat! Who dresses like that?! And he's way to childish for his age, way to casual with everyone, to disrespectful to the art of body modification. And to top it off he's always moving around, bouncing, bopping, and talk talk talking. Within 20 minutes of their meeting, he asks Law to take him clubbing so he can get familiar with the local queer music scene.

Law says no of course

Luffy asks again

10 million times

(Law's not tempted to just do it, he's not, he hates popularity obsessed scene gays, Luffy obliviously is one. Ugh!)

Then it's time for Luffy's first piercing appt. The client is some youngish kid. It's his birthday and he wants a piercing to celebrate being old enough to legally get one.

Luffy locks in, befriends the kid instantly, asking all manner of questions. He finds out that the kid got a job and worked after school to save up for Luffy's fee for months. He's barely scraped up enough money for a basic piercing with the basic jewelry.

Luffy's calm, confident, professional bedside manner shocks Law. He's so gently reassuring and soft spoken. It's dumbfounding to watch. It's like Luffy got body swapped with some other mature adult responsible piercer.

Before he'll even do the piercing Luffy sits down and keeps talking to the kid till he finds out what the kid actually wanted pierced, what jewelry he dreamed of and he upgrades it for free.

Afterwards Luffy gives the kid high protein snacks and a drink out of his own back pack.

When the kid hands over his card to pay, Luffy only charges him for the snack

Law: you can't just hand out free piercings, my uncle will have your head on a platter, and I for one don't feel like listening to the screaming

Luffy: Don't worry so much Lala. I paid for it. I'm not afraid of Mingo and I'm not shorting anyone.

Law: that's not my name... You know what? Nevermind. Why would you bother to upsell him and then pay for it out of pocket?

Luffy: Silly Lala, I wasn't up selling him, I was giving him what he really wanted. He's a kid. He should spend his money on making his dreams come true. Studios charge to many fees. It's why I don't really work in them. Don't worry about me so much. I won't starve to death paying for one little piercing. It's fine.

Law: Don't be ridiculous, I'm not worried about you starving to death.

Luffy, grinning like mad at him: cool. I'm hungry too. We should get something to eat before I actually do starve.

He's just to charming in such a casual sincere way... And now Law understands why Luffy is basically a folk hero, why everyone who meets him, loves him. Now going clubbing with him doesn't sound so bad.

Law: hmmm well don't go crazy waiving fees, you still have to pay your chair fees. I'll pick up the next one you just absolutely have to comp. There's food in the back for now... and I'll pick you up at nine. If I'm taking you dancing, we need to eat first. I've seen the way you put food away, constantly and like you're starving. I'm gonna feed you before you end up at some leather bar stuffed with tequila and poppers

Luffy: Leather Lala? Ooh. I didn't know we were on poppers terms. I'm a good boy, buy me dinner first. I'm hungryyyy

Law, malfunctioning in embarrassment: I am buying you dinner! I just said that! I mean... You know that's not what I meant.

Luffy: no no you asked me out, you you wanna fill me up and work me out, you started it. I'm invested now. We have to do it. We have to go on a dancing and dinner date.

Law, pretending he isn't ecstatic: fine... Just be ready at nine, I'll make reservations somewhere nice for dinner

It's the Baratie, of course it's the Baratie.

Sanji knows them both. Luffy is his boyfriend's best friend and practically lives at their place.

He and Law are both from up north, they dated way back when they were both trying to force themselves through academics. They both quit college to apprentice in the arts they loved, and decided they were better off as just friends.

They were just to much alike in all the wrong ways

They stayed friends over the years though they're both to busy with their adult lives to see each other to much

Sanji takes one look at Luffy and Law together and cackling evily, calls Nami immediately to tell her that he needs to place a bet that Luffy gets engaged or married within two years.

Nami is livid that he won't share his insider information, Luffy doesn't even date like that

Sanji: Well he's dating now Nami my sweet and totally reasonable beloved best friend. Wait till you see them together. I just know you'll agree with me.

Law, not incidentally does get invited to family dinner that weekend. He begrudgingly accepts

Luffy is ecstatic, he's already decided he's keeping Lala forever and if his real chosen family gets along with him, that makes it even easier.

It's fate. They're gonna be together forever.

Five years later when Doffy & Rosi retire to travel. Law & Luffy rename Wild at Heart, Two Wild Hearts Ink & Steel.

Luffy has his own dedicated piercing studio where he comps almost every single piercing because he just adores people so much.

He can't help himself.

Law never minds anymore. Luffy's infamous family loves to come in and pay it forward for months worth of bookings anyway... and it makes Luffy happy to do it

It turns out, Luffy being happy makes Law really deeply spiritually happy

He'd do a lot more then give up a little pocket money for that smile

He doesn't even have it in him to be embarrassed about it anymore

So what Luffy wants, Luffy gets

Thank god Luffy's favorite thing to get is Trafalgar Law, forever.

They're very happy

Doffy swears hiring Luffy was his idea

[lixie-phoria]

ੈ✩‧ ➛ best friend!hyunjin gets jealous of this new boy you've been talking a little too much about

pairing : best friend!hyunjin x gn reader

prompt : hyunjin can't help but get jealous of the new boy you seem to be infatuated with lately, hating the ugly feeling that burned through his chest everytime you said his name. he wishes he had realized sooner that he had absolutely nothing to worry about, because this new boy was, in fact, only fictional.

genre : fluff, little bit of angst bc hyunjin is jealous :(

word count : 707 words

an : extremely self indulgent haha

hyunjin was in love with you. everybody knew it; his friends knew, your friends knew, even the people in your university that he had never spoken to before knew about it. everyone seemed to know except for you.

but the boy could never confess. everytime he came close to, something always seemed to come in the way. this time it was another boy.

he first heard the name rindou when the two of you were out with a group of friends. he noticed how your phone's screen lit up and the girl sitting right beside you burst into a fit of giggles when she noticed your lockscreen. you switched off your phone before he could catch a glimpse of it himself, but he did hear the faint teasing of your friend. "i know you like rindou, but so much that he's already your lockscreen?"

hyunjin's heart dropped when he noticed the slight blush on your cheeks as you told her to shut up.

he was heartbroken. partly because you were best friends and you apparently didn't feel comfortable enough sharing about this new boy with him, and partly because here he had been pining over you for years and now you were suddenly interested in someone else?

hyunjin wanted to cry. what did rindou have that he did not? heck, he didn't even know who this boy was. he'd asked everyone around campus and there was no rindou who studied there. was it someone you met online? maybe on a dating app?

hyunjin's first impulse was to distance himself from you. it drove him mad, not seeing you for days and hearing the disappointment in your voice everytime he called off a plan.

but it was for the best, right? wrong. he couldn't have been more wrong.

the first time he saw you after an entire week was at a party, and his heart hurt when he saw the smile he loved so much take over your face when you saw him.

you rushed forward, throwing yourself in his arms. hyunjin wanted to wrap his own arms around you and breathe in your scent that he had missed so much and just never let you go. but he pulled away anyways, ignoring the hurt that flashed across your face.

"don't get too close. we don't want your boyfriend getting jealous, do we?"

he didn't meant to sound so crass, but it slipped out and there was nothing he could do about it as you blinked at him blankly. once. then twice.

"what?"

he scoffed. so first you kept rindou a secret from him and then you were going to play dumb? did you think hyunjin was that stupid?

"rindou. the guy who's your new lockscreen. aren't you with him?"

hyunjin was confused as your expression slowly morphed into a horror struck one.

"is that what you're salty about?" you asked incredulously.

"well, of course i'm a bit hurt you didn't tell me about him. i would be happy for you, you know, if you really liked him."

the poor boy was so confused when you burst into a fit of laughter, clutching at his arm for support.

"you mean that rindou?" was all you could manage between gasps as he stared at you with increasing confusion.

what was so funny?

"jinnie, no," you said, shaking your head. "rindou is a fictional character. he doesn't exist. he's from a manga i'm reading"

oh.

hyunjin felt heat rise up his face as he hastily freed his arm from your grasp, turning away from you so you wouldn't notice his increasingly embarrassed expression. rindou was fictional?

gods, hyunjin felt so stupid. all this for a boy who doesn't even exist?

"hyunjin, look at me."

he ignored you, letting out a huff as you tried to control the laughter that threatened to bubble out again.

"jinnie, please?"

"stop calling me that."

"but that's the only way you'll listen to me."

the two of you seemed to have forgotten the party raging around you.

"this is so embarrassing. please leave me alone."

"were you jealous?"

his silence spoke volumes and he heard you huff softly.

"jinnie, turn around, please?"

"so you can laugh at me more?"

"no, you dumbass, so i can kiss some sense into you."

©lixie-phoria, 2023

🏷️ @foxinnie8 , @hamburgers101 , @starlostlaiba (send an ask to be added/removed from the taglist :))

[sunnynwanda]

Hi! Your writing is just amazing 🤘🏾 may I request a spicy hero x villain , with an EXTREMELY flirty villain. Perhaps giving off a "one night stand" sorta vibe? Idk whatever you're comfortable with. Thank you in advance!

Temptation

Part 2

Hero was livid. Rightfully so. Not only did the asshole of a villain they had the misery of working against attack on Christmas Eve, but they also had to do that on the only chance Hero had of company. They were Christmas carolling near the central square, for God's sake. There was nothing to gain from attacking them there. Or attacking at all.

And it's not like Villain even pursued anything - they were just determined to piss Hero off and ruin their holiday spirit to compensate for their own foul mood. Solely out of spite. So yes, Hero was seething. And Villain was going to regret provoking them.

They grab a garland light off the toppled tree and wrap it around Villain's wrists. They attempt to jerk away and free themselves, when Hero restricts their movements by twisting their arms behind their back and securing them before wrapping the rest of the garland down to their feet to completely immobilise them.

"Stay fucking still!" They growl through gritted teeth, tugging at the improvised chain a little too harshly.

"I like it a bit more gentle, baby," Villain murmurs under their breath, but when Hero smacks them, they start thrashing around like a fish out of water.

Hero picks Villain up, fighting the temptation to knock them out, and throws them over their shoulder. They wish the citizens happy holidays and depart with a heavy heart. Once they've dealt with Villain, there'll be nothing but an empty apartment and frozen pizza waiting for them. All because of the dumbass that keeps banging their tied fists at Hero's back, demanding attention.

"Stop." They order, only to be ignored. "I told you to stop, you absolute prick!"

Villain seizes their blows for a short moment before resuming again with a cheeky laugh. And Hero has had enough. They throw Villain off their shoulder, watching them land on the concrete floor of their apartment balcony. Normally, they would avoid bringing Villain to their own place. But, the agency was closed because every normal human being was supposed to be at home, celebrating with their families.

They land, turning Villain over face up and grasping their collar to pull them to a standing position. A strained breath escapes them from the force with which Hero slams their back against the wall. They hiss when their head makes contact with the rough surface.

"Now listen here, you miserable bastard," they start, anger sweeping over them.

Against their better judgement, Villain coughs out a laugh, only getting Hero more riled up.

"You sure I'm the miserable one here?"

This earns them a blow to the gut, but they can't even bend over properly because of their confines.

"Shut your mouth and listen to me," Hero snarls, no longer able to contain their aggravation. They don't even know why they are so mad at Villain specifically - poor-timed attack aside. It is perhaps their frustration getting the best of them, Villain just happened to cross their path at the wrong moment. "We have two options here."

Villain swallows, their throat tight, then nods. Something is off, and they can sense that. Usually, Hero was up for a little brawl. It was entertaining and never meant to inflict any significant harm. Same for today, Villain was sure the toppled tree was back in position with only one garland and a couple of ornaments missing. Worst case scenario, ten. Hero's rage was far from being equivalent to the damage done.

"You give us both a holiday break, or I leave you here tied up with this garland for the entire weekend," Hero's warning drags them out of their thoughts. But they wouldn't be who they are if they abandoned their plan that easily. Villain pulls their lower lip between their teeth and drags a finger over Hero's toned stomach, eyes lided.

"There's another option, too," they muse in a low voice. They know they are probably laying it on too thick, but they need to get the message across. And if this doesn't get Hero to relax, they don't know what will. With a crooked smile now adorning their face, Villain continues. "If you'd care to twitch your plan a bit, that is."

Hero stares at them with the most deadpan look they can muster. They despise the way their voice sounds hoarse when they finally speak. "How so?"

The sexual tension between them was insane - to a painful extent. It was evident from the very start, but they never succumbed to it and never showed any inclination to cave in. Or so they thought.

"Well, it'd go pretty much the same - you tie me up with the garland," Villain explains, squirming to illustrate their point. And free their arms. "Except, you stay, too, and get to do whatever you'd like to me."

"What?" Hero chokes out, incredulous at the shiver Villain's words send down their back. They are flabbergasted at how quickly they were ready to nod in agreement.

"Preferably for the entire weekend," Villain can't help the teasing tone and seeing Hero's reaction only prompts them to keep going. They gulp, voice heavy with arousal. "If you can handle me for that long."

"I..." Hero gapes at them, utterly at a loss for words. Their skin prickles with agitation when Villain offers them a suggestive wink.

"I'm damn sure that'll be your best Christmas yet."

Hero bites their lip to suppress a throaty groan, and Villain smirks, knowing full well they got them. They can feel the heat rising in their stomach when Hero looks up at them with darkened eyes. Their dilated irises lock onto Villain's when the question drops from their lips. Villain barely registers it, too occupied with the thoughts of that mouth on their skin.

"And what happens next?" Hero asks, barely restraining themselves from throwing every inhibition aside and ravaging them on the cold balcony of their apartment.

"Nothing," Villain squeezes out, their tongue sweeps out to wet their parted lips. Being bound up and at Hero's hands always did things to them they were not prepared to unravel, but this seemed like the perfect opportunity to go there. "We let the tension out of our systems and return to our usual fighting routine."

A part of Hero fears the weekend won't be enough to satiate their hunger, but it's worth a shot. At least they can get a taste of something they have craved for longer than they dare admit.

"You know you want me, darling." Villain chimes in, worming out of their chains and wrapping their arms around Hero's neck. "You can't hide it."

Without further thoughts, Hero crashes their lips in a searing kiss, picking them up with one arm while the other pushes the door open. Villain moans into their mouth, wrapping their legs around Hero's waist as they are carried into the apartment.

They don't know whether this is an incredible idea or a horrible mistake. It's up for debate whether this will end up as a one night stand with their nemesis or a beginning of something much more than that. They don't even know if it's anger or attraction that's fueling Hero's desire for them. If there is one thing Villain does know, it's that they won't be spending Christmas enveloped by the emptiness of their existence.

Part 2

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Hi, darling!

Thank you so much for the request and kind words, I appreaciate that! I hope I managed to capture your idea in this snippet and that you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

It's not as spicy, but there could always be a part 2, right? :D

xo Sunny

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[denizenhardwick]

detailed analysis of trk ch 11, pt 2. here is pt 1.

tw rape, child sexual abuse, self-harm

the audiobook narrator's delivery in this scene is phenomenal btw. i have the way he says "oh, oh, that's unpleasant, i am not a fan of this at all" burned into my brain forever now. that's the line that had the biggest impact on me, and i just had to turn off the audiobook and stare ahead for a good couple minutes.

his reaction - or, specifically, lack thereof - is very telling. some of it can be attributed to his medication, but not all of it. this is an awful situation and it's going to change his relationship with everyone here forever, and he might be overcorrecting in an effort to seem unbreakable and apathetic. but he does care. he's trembling.

he has also experienced so much sexual abuse in his life that this isn't nearly as shocking for him as it is for everyone else here.

and then there's this.

"andrew, who'd barely acknowledged aaron's existence in the entire time neil had known them, immediately looked to his brother."

that's such a powerful line. and then he gestures aaron over but tries to get away when he comes too close because he needs to make sure aaron's okay but can't stand to be touched.

he incessantly shuts down all of aaron's attempts to focus on him to repeatedly ask if aaron's okay. to make sure nothing happened to aaron. he's even willing to hurt him a little to get an answer, because making sure he's okay is the most important thing to andrew.

it's a microcosm of their relationship.

we are also not getting any of neil's thoughts at this point. he has shut down, he's just holding up the blanket and describing what's happening, presumably while just staring at andrew in horror.

the contrast between andrew's actions and the obvious pain he's in, and his dialogue being essentially no different than how he usually speaks, is really something.

not to spoil the point i'm building towards, but he is struggling so goddamn hard to keep being the protector through what has to be one of the worst moments of his life. he obviously never wanted anyone to know about this. he doesn't want them to know, he doesn't want them to think about it or ask him about it or talk about it, but they can't help reacting because they care about him and what they witnessed isn't something they can gloss over and move on from, especially not this quickly.

kevin comes back with everyone else, and neil's hypervigilance snaps him back to attention, we start getting his thoughts again.

nicky ignores neil's warning and moves to touch andrew, which he again tries to avoid. and these moments are such phenomenal pieces of relationship building, they say so much about andrew's relationships on a broader scale.

aaron is extremely important to andrew, and he does want him close, but on his own terms. if aaron tries to reach out, he'll move out of the way.

nicky cares about andrew but can't read the room and is bad with boundaries, especially physical ones. he's way too hands-on for andrew to be comfortable.

kevin isn't trying to get close at all, he's running to get help and staying by the door.

meanwhile, for almost this entire scene, neil has been extremely close to andrew, almost touching him. sometimes actually just touching him. andrew has not acknowledged it in any way, but neil is sitting on the bed next to him holding the sheet up to his shoulders. and andrew is completely fine with it. this is an absolutely mind-blowing degree of trust that he's displaying here and it just isn't mentioned at all.

then andrew sees luther and he puts on a show for him. he acts surprised to see him and then delighted, but he still has a death grip on aaron's hair and neil sees that as a tell.

then it all clicks into place.

i got so mad when i read this. blood-boilingly, blindingly angry. because this is just so grounded in reality, this is how abuse is ignored and allowed to perpetuate in the foster system, and "you're just misunderstanding normal brotherly affection" is a common sentiment told to children when they try to tell an adult about the sexual abuse they're experiencing but don't have the vocabulary to explain what's happening.

maybe it's just me, but andrew's story has such a big impact because it takes a book series about mafia kids playing sports and grinds it to a screeching halt in a way that forces you think about child abuse happening to real kids in the real world. it's jarring and it's mundane, and it's the hardest-hitting part of the entire series because of it.

this also reframes andrew's entire character as we realize what he's trying to do, what he's always been trying to do.

andrew is not an aggressor. he's a protector. and he cares so, so much.

he has been failed over and over again. he did what he was "supposed" to do in that situation, he told an adult. and the adult didn't believe him, but he tried to make sure cass wouldn't take in any more kids after him so drake wouldn't have the opportunity to abuse them the way he abused andrew.

cass took in six more kids. luther didn't do anything, and then he brought drake back into andrew's life and put aaron and nicky in danger, too.

is it any wonder andrew thinks violence is the only way to protect the people he cares about? it's the only thing that's worked.

and then andrew takes off his armbands for the first time and reveals cutting scars, which is a gut punch in and of itself. again: mundanity, vulnerability, a redefining of what violence means in andrew's character.

when he says, "pigs don't like it when people like me carry weapons," it means something totally different than it would have at the beginning of the chapter. you get it now, and so does neil, which is why he hides them so carefully.

andrew will not use those knives to defend himself. we know that now, we've seen it; he fought back, but he didn't take his knives out. he uses those knives to scare people out of hurting others. having those knives makes him powerful because it makes people scared of him, and he leverages that to protect people. and because he's also seen as violent and erratic, he's able to do it without tipping his hand, revealing his weaknesses, showing how much he cares.

and he cares so, so goddamn much.

and that's all she wrote.

i think i have sufficiently justified why this chapter is fucking incredible and how goddamn effective the writing is on a technical and thematic level. it rocks your shit, it turns a lot of the series on its head, and entirely recontextualizes andrew so meaningfully and efficiently. his character has so much to say, and it did need a book and a half of incorrect foundation to say it effectively. he doesn't work if you're allowed to see him as a full, complex person from the start, you need to absorb the weight of how others think of him before you can deconstruct it, and the next book and a half works through that deconstruction. it's really cool and it's brilliant character writing.

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Past Your Bedtime..

Character(s): Vincent Sinclair, Reader/You

Summary: Vincent comes to bed a few hours later than he agreed to with Reader.

Warnings: canon typical violence, mention of death, mention of killing, parent-like s/o, I think that's it, if there is anything else that should be tagged here, please let me know

Gender: Gender-Neutral, m4m, m4f, m4n

A/N: I can't get the idea of Vincent slowly just walking into the shared bedroom hoping that reader is asleep after working in the basement for a few hours longer than agreed and Reader just cuts the light on while sitting on the bed like a parent catching their child sneaking back in after sneaking out to a party. I hope you enjoy reading this drabble just as much as I enjoyed writing it. I might turn this into a whole fic, just not right now.

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Vincent walked slowly, dawdling down the hallway to his and y/n's room, silently praying to whatever God would listen that they were asleep. He had, unknowingly, stayed up three hours past eleven, the time he had agreed to come to bed at. He knew that they would be extremely upset with him, if they knew that was.

His soft footsteps came to a stop as he carefully slid their door open, it emitting a shrill squeal of pain as the hinges sqeaked against each other. He grimaced at the loud noise before carefully pitted-pattering his way in and closing the door behind him, the door letting out less noise as it was pushed back into the doorway. He let out a sigh of relief as the door shut quietly before he felt eyes watching his back. Just as he turned around, the lamp beside their bed flicked on, y/n sitting on their side of the bed with their arms crossed over their chest.

"Wanna tell me why you're here so late?" They asked, swinging their legs over the bed to be able to stand. As they stood their arms stayed wrapped around their chest, their body language and facial expression showing they they were more worried and disappointed rather than angry.

Well, I got busy and lost track of time. Vincent signed, I'm sorry. He signed quickly after.

Y/n sighed, knowing they couldn't stay mad at him forever. "Its alright, just please start being more careful, I worry about you." They said, grabbing him by his arm and leading him towards the bed, pulling back the blanket as he slipped his sweater and mask off, placing his mask on his side-table, and sliding into bed, covering himself and his parter with the blanket before pulling them closer.

I will, He signed quickly after climbing in bed.

They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the soft drizzle of rain and each other's breathing. "Good night, I love you." Y/n said, rolling over in his arms to give him a kiss before rolling back over, the rustling of sheets being heard as they push back further into him, his skin being like a furnace to their cool skin.

He gently place a soft kiss on their temple, his way of saying goodnight before the rough, unspoken with, raspy voice of his began speaking, "Love.. you.. too." He smiled after, seeing the small smile that graced its way onto his partners beautiful face.

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[winterlogysblog]

4KOTA FANFIC

Title: Couldn't possibly know the feeling

Summary: After Lancelot's disappearance King had a small chat with Ban

Note: Very Short. I wrote this just now and it's unedited so there will be grammar mistakes.

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It's been weeks after Lancelot's disappearance and Ban never stopped, he never gave up on his search for his son. He would drown himself in alcohol just to forget the guilt and painful ache in his chest. Elaine is growing more concerned as days go by so she asks his brother to pay them a visit. Ban and King may look like they don't get along but they do care about each other, they're all friends after all.

King accepted and once he got there Ban immediately invited him over for a drink, clearly already drunk off his ass. King sighed and took a seat next to him as Ban clumsily poured him a drink.

“I’d be careful if I were you, you might actually die from alcohol poisoning, and you can die now, you’re mortal.” King said.

“I know.” Ban grumbled.

“Elaine is extremely worried about you and we are too.” King took a sip from his drink.

Ban tsked. “Just shut up and drink.”

King sighs, “Listen, I know it's tough but you have to put some faith in Lancelot. For such a young boy he’s quite capable, besides Jericho's with him right, surely she wouldn't let anything harm him.”

“Easy for you to say.” Band growled under his breath.

“What was that?”

“I said It's easy for you to say!!!” Ban shouted, slamming his mug on the table.

“It's not like it's your kid that went missing!!!”

King's eyes widened and for a moment and a pained laugh escaped his mouth.

“You couldn't possibly know the feeling of losing your child!!! So don't come here and tell me this shit!!”

King lowered his head and taking a deep breath he stood up from his seat.

“You're right, I’m sorry Ban.”

He chuckled. “I'm supposed to comfort you as Elaine said but it seems like I did the opposite, I’ll be going back now.”

Ban noticed there's a sudden change in King's demeanour but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it is. He's too drunk and angry to care anyway.

Elaine rushed in just in time to see King leave the room.

“I heard shouting. It didn't go well, did it?”

“No.” King shook his head. “I just made him mad, sorry about that.”

“Big brother… What happened?” Elaine spoke softly as she flew closer to King.

“Why are you crying?” Elaine asked as she wiped down the tears that were falling from his eyes.

“Big Brother.” Elaine’s hands tremble as her hands go down to his shoulders. “Please... Say something, or at least let me read your heart."

Elaine took a moment and she gasped upon hearing everything.

King painfully laughed. “Looks like I can't hide this from you anymore can't I."

“Hey! Stop it!! This is no laughing matter.”

“Elaine, it's alright.” King smiled. “It's already been 10 years, there's no way I can find him now. I even accepted the worst, still I can't help but hope.”

Elaine's vision started to get blurry as tears started pooling from her eyes. “Why didn't you say anything?”

“I couldn't possibly disturb you, everyone is busy with their own lives.”

“But what about now, I asked you and everyone for help.”

“This is different.”

“How is this different?”

“The kids are much bigger now, they can handle themselves. Granted they're still children but… you know what I mean.”

With a sigh, King stepped forward. “I’ll be leaving now. If you want I can drop by again. I’ll probably bring Sixtus with me. He seems to enjoy hanging around with Ban."

Just as King left and flew away, Ban stepped outside of the room and asked. “What did you two talk about?”

Elaine turned around to meet her husband in the eyes. “Hey Ban, did you know why Harlequin changed Galehaut’s name to Mertyl?”

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

Actual thoughts I've had recently (none of these happened out loud):

*About an angry customer* Who pissed in your pickles?

Holy hot peppers banana man (and then I proceeded to question who banana man was)

Wow, I forget I'm legally an adult.... I should make a will

I feel a headache coming on *older brother gets home from work just moments later* there it is

When I go to hell, I hope they have therapy

*at my mom* You need therapy

If I had limitless power that could do anything, I'd probably just never work again. But, I'd also probably take over the world and fix everything, soooo

All my problems could be solved by truck-kun

*About something out of my control* Ah shoot, it's all my fault

"Does it come in black?" (My brother then told me to stop quoting batman)

Monday is the day of bullshit

There's no such thing as BEFORE AFTERNOON on a Sunday when it comes to waking up

I would probably sleep through the end of the world if I was comfy enough

Wow... I may have made a mistake....

*Waking up in IMMENSE pain* That's, not supposed to be happening. *never brings it up to anybody else*

I wonder if I have enough dexterity to knit with sewing needles and thread

I have been lied to, there was no water in the fridge of the break room. There's no water in the break room at all.

How are you both extremely nice and also a super bitch?

*About my phone* You, you, were at 100% 10 minutes ago and now you're at 96%. And I never took you off the fucking charger!

I risked it all for a picture in a video game (in baldur's gate 3)

God I hope no one records me, my resting bitch face will always betray me. And also I'm very judgemental, but that's besides the point.

I could just, not, keep my opinion to myself though, wouldn't that be much easier for everyone

I can't believe I'm going to be surviving entirely off junk food for 3 days. What bullshit.

*About a fictional older man* He could solve all my problems. (my best friend: No he could not. Me: A bitch can dream!)

I am the family disappointment. What a shocker.

Do you ever shut up?

I'm lonely, not desperate.

I feel like you shouldn't be telling me these things.

Why are you mad at me? You asked me to ask questions if I was confused! I needed clarification! I might be dumb, but I'd rather do it right after being unsure, than wrong confidently.

Don't... don't make me cry over an inanimate object in an anime. Please don't. My heart can't take it.

Like clockwork, every three months, I need a new phone charger. It's almost become a schedule.

A bitch slap would solve, all your problems, my dude. All of them.

God I hate kids. (this is a thought that happens often)

Man. If only you would schedule me. Then I could tell you, I can work more than you think I can

*Has a job* I need another job, this... this ain't it.

Wow, it's almost as if, you underestimate my ability to be responsible. Wow. Are you my mother?

I asked your opinion because I want your opinion, so give me your opinion GODDAMMIT.

How dare you forget my birthday is two weeks after yours? And how dare you insinuate I wouldn't make a cake between now and mom's birthday. That's almost insulting.

I'm just over it at this point.

You sure do talk a lot, but you don't really say much.

[chocoyanchan]

Your Only Girl Pt 2

**Not proof read but all my stuff is copyrighted** Warnings- Smut Roughness

link to part one here: https://www.tumblr.com/chocoyanchan/760112602364936193/your-only-girl-pt-1?source=share

You finally reach the car, and your best friend is already in with the car started. She knew how you were when you get angry and her first thought was to get you off the premises. As soon as you place your hand on the door, Gojo appears right behind you and stops you from opening the door. "Fucking move!" You yell, trying your best to pull the door. You make eye contact with your best friend and she leans across the seat to open the door. Gojo pushes onto it causing it to slam shut. "So you were just gonna leave without saying anything?" He said with a smirk on his face. He knew you were pissed and his finding it amusing only pissed you off more. "Move!" you yell, he pushes you slightly to the car, your back now on it and your face looking into his chest. He motions for your best friend to roll down the window. "I'm taking her home." He says. Without letting your best friend speak, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You hit and kick to get out of his grip but it seems to get tighter. Yall get to the car and he unlocks it with one hand while keeping one hand wrapped around you. He slowly and gently places you in the car and buckles your seat belt. You cuss under your breath, "Fuck you." He pretends not to hear you. He shuts the car door and walks to his side. He hops in and starts the car up. You can feel his eyes burning into you but you keep your face towards the window and arms crossed. The car ride was extremely silent. The only sounds were the ones of the car and the environment outside. You get to your apartment and you quickly unbuckle your seat belt and storm to get inside. "Y/N!" Gojo yells as you storm into the apartment. He follows behind you. You ignore him. He looks up with a mischievous smirk. "Baby, you aren't really mad are you?" You continue to ignore him and storm into your shared bedroom. You snatch a suitcase out of the closet and start throwing things in it. "I'm done with you Gojo. I'm not aa fucking joke!" You say trying your hardest not to cry. Yall have been together officially for five years but have known each other for fifteen. Every memory rushes through your head as you continue packing. He stands at the door watching you. His smirk long gone. "Y/N" He says softly but you can hear the feelings in his voice. "Fuck you! Go be with the bitch you let be over you! I can't fucking believe it!" You yell. You began to go off about how long you have been together and how you are tired of his womanizing and games. You zip your suitcase angrily and yank it towards the door. "Move." you say. He stays still. "Move and I won't say it again." You say. He moves over slightly and you squeeze through.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

I played romance Louis/save Violet for the first time (and last) in my life some days ago and I really didn't expect the game to feel so different without him. Not is his absence only extremely notorious but to quote one of your old posts, the game won't shut up about him.

EVERY SINGLE TIME. They didn't mention Violet even half the times they did with Louis, and it just feels. Awful. Constant reminder that you left him get taken, that he's being tortured and traumatized. It really did hit different, I wanted to think about all the details for Violet's route but I couldn't. THEY KEPT BRINGING HIM UP LIKE OK !! I GET IT !! I KNOW, IM COMING TO HIS RESCUE

and in the end I ended up getting mad Violet suddenly forgot about his existence. I remember you talked about that a lot but since I hadn't experienced it I hadn't realized how bad it was.

When she didn't mentioned him even ONCE, not in the cells, not in the walk home back to Ericson, nothing.

But back to Louis– the game says Louis' name over and over and it makes me feel guilty and I don't like it

That route haunts my nightmares.

When I used to stream, we called the romance Louis/save Violet [+don't trust AJ] route The Despair Route.... you can probably guess why. You're right, the whole thing hits differently when you've built up Clementine's romance with him, only for him to be taken away. Plus, when you do that, your relationship with Violet isn't as strong so not only do you miss out on a lot of Louis content, you miss out on Violet content for not romancing/best friending her.

And yeah, the game will not shut up about Louis when he gets taken. It's actually so fascinating, because Violet doesn't get mentioned nearly as much, so that begs the question of why? Y'know? I mean, we can look at Louis getting captured and conclude that they keep reminding us about him so that we're extra hurt and guilty when we find him in the cells.

But then with Violet? Louis is the one who brings her up most of the time, except when Ruby pulls out her file. But it's odd that the others don't make more comments like they do with Louis. I think we are kind of meant to forget about her? Well, okay, not forget about her but like... The fact that they don't talk about her as much makes her feeling pissed off, forgotten and abandoned all the more powerful, no?

As for Violet forgetting about him, in my opinion that's just a genuine flaw with the writing... because Violet would ask about Louis. I've played her romance route. I believe that in my heart of hearts that she would, and when she doesn't, I'm like ?????

Sure, you can say she's got her mind on other things, or that Aasim already told her what happened to Louis so she doesn't ask when they're in the cells... except she would ask if he's okay.

They're different characters who react to things differently, and that's not inherently good or bad.... but you're seriously going to tell me that the only thing Violet's says to Louis is a sad little, "Lou..." when meeting up with him on the beach? and then she only makes a minor mention of him when talking about pushing people away on the walk home?

No, sir. I think not. I think that's an oversight, especially if you're trying to sell their friendship in her route.

But I suppose in her defense, if you're a Louis fan, you're more likely to be angry about it. We're used to Louis mentioning Violet and then to see her not do the same isn't great. Whereas a Violet fan who prefers her route is more likely to justify why and how it makes sense, y'know? In fact, if a Violet fan plays Louis' route, they probably get mad that she's "forgotten" about a lot prior to the cells so I suppose it balances out?

Also, can I add for both routes how much I side eye the fact that captured Louis/Violet say nothing about the other if they died on the bridge? I get they didn't want to be a downer on the happy ending, and that time has passed so they probably already mourned......... but c'mon. I know Louis can't verbalize but he can write, he can stand by Violet's grave, something. Violet could've said something. Listen, if you're gonna make me suffer through that, give me some of the angst I actually want.