#but i decided aganist it

[phanofclouds]

What is your all-time favorite race in your favorite motorsport? 🤔✨️

hi sof, thanks for the ask ! <33

it is not a secret that my favorite motorsport is formula e, and it is no secret either that my memory is, like, veeeery bad. thankfully, while i was going crazy through my massive formula e marathon, i did write down in the notes which races i enjoyed the most. the list is a little long and sliglty biased, because half of these race are there solely due to being my favorite drivers' first wins, although i can't say those weren't epic races either. if i really had to pick one, i think that the 2021 monaco eprix offered the best on track product, as well as a memorable win and a great podium (it's nice to look back at it and see that mitch has finally won monaco too now :)

little bonus if you've made it this far: for what it concerns formula 1, i could just say it is every button win ever (espescially canada 2011), but considering that i was lucky enough to have witnessed silverstone 2022 live, that has got to be mentioned as well

[ja9-animations]

Story 4 part two... Lady Irene's backstory... It's gonna be a long one

Irene was a young girl with two friends slightly older than her, names Arin and Sam. The three were trouble makers, but Arin and Sam were the masterminds, while Irene mostly just tagged along. She had a fear of missing out, so she did whatever Arin and Sam told her to do because they were the only friends she had. While Arin didn't mind having Irene tag along, Sam was often annoyed by her presence. Despite all this, Irene was loyal to get friends, even if it got her in trouble.

One day the three were out running around in the woods, and they found a big abandoned castle like tower. It was so big, they wonder how they couldn't see it from their town. This tower became their new hang out place, and they discovered many things. The castle seemed like a labyrinth, and there were many markings in the wall they couldn't read. It took the three a while to get through the mazes to reach the top. At the top of the tower, there was a big open window and an empty stone pool. There strangest thing was a red door, that seemed to lead right to the outside of the castle, where you would plummet to the ground. The door was locked, but Sam found a key at the bottom of the empty stone pool, and opened the door. To their surprise, the door opened up not to the outside like they were expecting, but it opened up to a forest, that seemed to be right outside of the tower they were in.

The three walked through the door and towards the tower they saw in this new world. Things in this world seemed to be brighter and more colorful. The trees were greener and the flowers blossomed in more colors. Sam and Arin were thrilled, but Irene was hesitant. Something seemed off about this world, but when she said something Sam told her she could always turn back and go home. Irene didn't want to be left out, so she stayed quiet and continued following the other two.

The three of them noticed that there were people at the bottom of the tower, wearing different colored suits that covered their whole body. They kind of looked like astronauts. The tower door was open, and they caught a glimpse of what was inside. They people were carrying in a large tube of some purple substance, and the inside looked somewhat like a science lab with test tubes and machines. Sam and Arin wanted to get a closer look, so the three snuck into the tower before the doors closed. The inside was filled with bright colors, and the labyrinth that was inside their stone tower was gone and replaced with regular stair cases. The people ascended up the staircase with the tube, leaving Sam, Arin, and Irene alone on the first floor of the tower. Sam and Arin immediately went over to all of the test tubes and machines. Whatever these people are doing, it seemed like they were trying to create something out of the chemicals they were getting. Irene was getting more and more anxious and the feeling like they were not supposed to be there filled lingered and she mentioned again how they should go. Sam once again told her that if she was going to complain, then she should just go and how he felt like he was babysitting a child. Irene went quiet again, and followed Sam and Irene up the staircase to try to get a better look at what these people were making.

They went to the staircase up to the top of the tower. The layout was similar to their tower, except the fact that where the door would have been, it was an open gap in the tower. They watched the people in the colored suits pour the purple liquid in the empty pool until it was all full. They then singled out one person in a purple suit and pushed them into the purple. The person tried to stay above the substance, but the others kept pushing them down until they didn't come back up. After a few minutes, the other people began taking notes and seemed frustrated as if their experiment seemed to have failed somehow.

The three were so shocked and began to panic. They needed to get out of there. As they began to rush down the staircase, Same accidentally pushed Irene right into a shelf of empty glass viles, which caught the attention of the people in colored suits. Irene quicklt recovered and ran down the stairs after Sam and Arin, who were slightly ahead of her. The people began to chase after the three children and the stair case seemed to change into the labyrinth they knew. Thankfully, Arin had memorized the maze from their own tower and lead the other town through the maze. The three made it out the tower and ran through the woods to the red door they went through to get to this strange world. Irene wasn't as fast as the other two and began to lag behind them. She shouted for them to wait and slow down so she could catch up, but they kept getting further and further ahead. As Irene was struggling to keep up, she tripped on a tree root and fell on her face. She got right back up and started running again, but the peoole chasing her were right behind her.

Arin was the first to run through the door, followed by Sam right behind her. She saw Irene running towards the door with the people chasing right behind her and she called out Irene's name. That's when Sam closed the door shut.

Irene saw the red door close right as she was about to get there, and when she reached the door handle, one of the people grabbed her arm and pulled her away. Irene was screaming out for help and begging for Sam or Arin to open the door but it stayed closed, as Irene was dragged back to the tower.

Arin pushed Sam aside and tried to open the door again, but it seemed to be locked again. Arin screamed at Sam for the key, but as Sam checked his pockets, he realized he lost the key when he was running away. Arin screamed at Sam asking him why he shut the door and Sam tried to justify it by saying there was no way Irene was going to make it to the door in time and if those people had gotten through there's no telling what they would have done to them. The two tried to open the door again but it was no use. Irene was trapped, and they had betrayed her.

For years, Irene was stuck in the world being used as the new test subject for whatever they were trying to achieve with the person in the purple suit. She was locked in a dungeon until they needed her for their experiments. They injected her with different things, hurt her, almost starved her, all while they were watching what was happening to her. Her eyes turned black, and her once long black hair was cut short. She never went back to the top of the tower, until years later. The people attached weights to her and dropped her down into the purple substance just as they had done before. She tried to break free, but she failed and she began to drown. As she took her last breathe, she thought of Sam and Arin and how they betrayed her. Rage began to fuel through her body, and a purple smoke left her mouth as she screamed. This smoke rose to the surface, and spread across the room. The suited people seemed surprised and satisfied, like their experiment had finally beef a success. Irene continues to scream with rage at the bottom of the pool and the smoke wrapped around the weights keeping her down. The smoke somehow broke them, and Irene began to rise to the surface. The suited people brought in a sort of vacuum machine to collect the smoke, but when Irene reached the surface and began to climb out of the pool, the smoke surrounded the people and grabbed them, throwing them around until they were dead.

Irene threw their bodies into the purple substance, which made her feel more powerful. She was alone in the tower with the purple smoke under her control. She saw that the peopled seemed to be trying to collect the purple smoke to do something with the hole in the wall where the door should have been. Perhaps they were trying to create a new gateway out. After all, the key to the door was in the other world... right? She walked around the tower trying to find the research the people were writing down, but it was written down like the symbols she saw in the wall of the other tower. After months of searching and trying to find a way out, Irene went back to the red door and saw something shining in the mud right below the door. She dug it out and found the key Sam had dropped. She opened the door and saw the inside of the tower once more, this time the inside of the pool was already filled with the purple substance. She had found her way out... but what ever happened to Sam and Arin?

Sam and Arin grew up and ended up getting married as adults. They had a daughter named Henrietta. Irene found out where they lived and got revenge against the people that trapped her in this world that only showed her pain. She was their daughter run away, but she didn't care. She had a plan to make sure nobody else in this world gets hurt like she did. Her smoke would take away the pain anyone felt, and if anyone's spirit was too strong, she would just have to kill them and bring them to her pool where she would become more powerful. In her world, nobody would be hurt. In her world, nobody would betray another. In her world, it would be perfect.

[secretly-tumb1r]

Roadtrip - hotch x reader part 2

part one

summary: when hotch finally sheds his stubbornness, he decides to drive back to Quantico from New York, in an attempt to rest his punctured eardrum. You couldn’t leave him without company, so you join him.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap (hotch in his late 40s reader in her late 20s), unprotected sex (p in v) oral (fem receiving), no mentions of haley

a/u: thank you guys so much for the support on the first part of this, you’re all so so sweet💞 i truly hope you enjoy this part too💞 xoxo

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You’ve kissed people before, but never like Aaron. It was almost like you had been starved of his taste, and him of yours. The kiss was so rough and angry, angry at the fact you didn’t do this earlier. If you knew it would be this good, you would’ve jumped his bones the minute you saw him.

There was no doubt he was more experienced than you, he was a lot older too, but right now, you were both just as starved and as messy and impatient as the other.

The kiss was so impactful, you could feel your arousal start to pool in your panties. Looking for any sort of relief, you start grinding on his crotch, giving you easy access to it since you were straddling him while he was laying down. You could feel him get harder by the second and that only made you moan in his mouth.

He gently bit your lower lip as he moved down to kiss your jawline and lower to your neck, finding that sweet spot that made you arch your back and drop your jaw in a silent moan.

His lips explored your body as they reached your covered breasts. Big hands cupped both your tits as both index and thumb fingers pinched and rolled your nipples.

“fuck a-aaron”

“i know baby i know”

“please please” you were a moaning mess above him. He flipped you on your back so now he was on top of you, a coy smirk plastered on his face.

“what is it baby hm? cmon use your words sweetie”

the pet names made you wetter (if that was even possible) you needed him now.

“please f-fuck me aaron”

he chuckled deeply, laughing at how desperate you were. His hands moved down from your breasts to your lower stomach. He lowered himself on the bed on his stomach as he began to kiss your inner thighs.

“awh poor baby” he rubbed a finger on your clothed cunt, arousal seeping through it. “so wet” he looks mesmerised by your glossy panties. “all this for me huh baby?” you shook your head frantically and moaned, giving him the answer he wanted.

“don’t worry sweetie i’ll make it better” his big fingers hooked around the hem of your panties as he ripped them off in a sudden movement, the cool air hitting your weeping cunt, making you clench around nothing.

He pecked your swollen clit, and looked up in your eyes to see your reaction. Your head was thrown back, your hair messy. A bead of sweat rolled down your forehead, your body already so hot even thought nothing had happened yet.

He ran his tongue up and down your slit, gaining a hiss from your throat. He groaned. “fuck honey, you taste amazing” He started flicking his tongue up and down, he was a starved man and this was his last mean. Suddenly he put his finger up to your lips “suck” you gladly took it in and swirled your tongue around the tip of his finger, he let out a shaky breath as your spit coated his finger. He took it out your mouth with a ‘pop’ and teased your entrance.

Just as you were about to complain he he inserted his finger in your cunt, knuckles deep. His fingers were far bigger from yours giving you a pleasure you were never able to give yourself.

“you think you can take another one baby?” you nodded frantically and a low chuckle escaped him. He stretched you open when he added another finger, pleasure building deep inside your stomach.

His head lowered to suck on your clit, his touch was addictive. “fuck- ‘m close!” he started to pump his fingers faster as he looked up at you making eye contact. He looked too pretty between your legs, hair messed up and nose up aganist your pelvic bone. You could come just at the sight. Your hand flew to his hair as you started grinding on his face. Suddenly you felt it. You let go all over his face.

When he came up, his face looked delicious soaked in your arousal. He licked his lips and fingers clean as he kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself, “please aaron need you inside” you managed to croak out between kisses.

Your hands flew to his pants button, undoing it quickly. “someone’s eager” he laughed and you could only moan.

You could see his bulge through his boxers, he looked so big.

Your mouth watered at the sight as you pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out proudly, leaking with pre cum.

“lay down baby” his gentle voice awakened something inside you, and you couldn’t help but do as he said.

His lips found your neck again as he aligned his tip with your entrance making you tense up. “relax honey” his hand started circling your nipple.

He finally thrusted into you, letting you accommodate to his size. He was massive, bigger than anyone else you’ve ever been with.

He started to move, picking out his pace, slow but steady. “aaron- faster please” you pleaded.

“oh you like it rough huh?” he cocked his eyebrow up. He flips you on your stomach pressing his large hand on your lower back to make your back arch.

You were a moaning mess. He rammed his cock in your pussy at an ungodly pace, hitting that spongy spot inside that made you mewl.

Aaron wasn’t the one to come quickly, but your sweet noises accompanied by the noises your sweet pussy was making around his cock was like a symphony, music to his ears.

His hands dug into your hips so hard he was sure it would leave marks. He wanted that. He wanted to mask you as his.

His strong hand moved to your front where he started circling your clit making you moan even louder.

“fu- aaron yes god! i’m gonna c-“ you interrupted yourself with pornographic moans.

“cmon baby let it go, make a mess on my cock.”

that was all you needed. You were sure you’d never had a better orgasm before, your pussy clenched around his cock making him cross the finish line too, you could feel thick spurts of come pairing your walls.

Aaron pulled out mesmerised by the mixture of your cums together. Two of his fingers collected the dripping come and pushing it back inside, groaning loudly. The overstimulation make you whinge.

After Aaron had cleaned you up and made you go to the bathroom (reid had told him about the dangers of utis after sex), you found yourselves cuddled in eachothers arms.

Your soft breathing acting like a sleeping pill for Aaron, and he was sure this was the best nights sleep he’s had in a while.

It became a problem that he tasted you because now he would never let you go.

OH MY GOD GUYS!! this was so hard to write😭 i love reading smut but writing it, not so much!! i gross myself out💔 HOPE YOU LOVED THIS PART please lmk down in the comments I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCHHH💞💞 xoxo

@mrs-ssa-hotch

[katsu2ji]

easy, comfortable, and full of love — e. kirishima

a/n: thank you for all the love on my first few posts!! doing better than i expected :') take this eijiro domestic fluff as my token of gratitude <3

you saw him standing in the kitchen, his back to you as he moved the eggs around the pan with the spatula. silently, you sleepily padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his back, closing your eyes as you relaxed. eijiro showed no signs of surprise as he hummed in response to your affection.

“finally decided to wake up, huh?”

“shut up, it’s only 10.”

he laughed a little at your mumbling before reaching across to turn off the stove. without warning he turned around, now facing you, and engulfed you in his arms. you gave a little sound of surprise. he hummed in contentment as he closed his eyes and leaned his back aganist the counter, both of you taking in the morning silence of the kitchen.

it was rare, these quiet moments. with eijiro working as a pro hero, it's required him to sometimes be gone for long stretches of time; when he wasn't away, he often came home and collapsed right onto you in his tired state—you frequently had to convince him how good of an idea it was to shower and change out of his hero costume.

but today, as far as you knew, there was nothing on either one of your schedules.

"what're you doing today?" you mumbled into him, eyes closed once again.

"hm, bakugou asked me—well, more like told me—to meet him at the gym later, i think." you felt his chest rumble as he laughed, thinking about bakugou's way of asking him to hang out. "but other than that, i'm all yours." he kissed the top of your head, and you smiled as you turned to look at him.

"that sounds like something he'd do. when was the last time you saw him?"

"it's definitely been a few weeks. but my best friend can't just tell me that he misses me and wants to see me?" he paused, thinking about the scenario. "never mind. i just imagined him being sincere and that didn't even look right." he scrunched his nose up in fake disgust as you laughed, agreeing.

"anyway," he put his attention back on you, still holding you tight. "what would you like to do today, baby?"

you thought about it for a second. "well, you don't have to meet bakugou until later right? we could stay in and finish the show we were watching last night, the one—" you paused as you felt your stomach rumble, knowing that he probably felt it too. he narrowed his eyes at you, a teasing look on his face.

"okay well forget whatever you were about to say, because clearly our first order of business is getting some food in you." he teased, grabbing your waist as you pushed off of him. you moved to swat at him and he dodged, laughing as he ran away. he retrieved two plates from the cabinet and went to work fixing your plates. accepting your defeat, you pulled out two mugs and poured from the coffee pot eijiro had already made, the liquid still hot and fresh.

you both moved in an comfortable silence, setting the table for the two of you as you'd done so many times before. he made two plates of eggs and pancakes, along with the bowls of fruit he'd cut up, and set them on the table. you stirred the coffee in his mug as you finished, placing the spoon in the sink before carrying them over to the table as you took your spot next to him.

"now what were you saying before we were so rudely interrupted?" he joked before he took a sip of coffee. he nodded his head a little as he swallowed and set the mug down. you always knew just how he liked it, the house’s resident coffee maker.

"yeah yeah, whatever. i was going to suggest we finish the show we were watching last night, the one mina recommended you?" you took a bite of your breakfast, sighing in contentment. "oh thank god you have a best friend who can cook and was willing to teach you how."

he recalled the early days of your relationship, back when he couldn't even make ramen without burning himself with the hot water. he wanted so badly to impress you that he convinced bakugou to teach him the basics. now, you find it hard to believe that eijiro was a bad cook at one point; he was grateful that all those hours and band aids (he cut himself more times than he'd ever admit to you) paid off.

he smiled. "are you sure it's really that good, or are you just hungry?" he watched as you shrugged you shoulders, not seeming to care about deciphering the question, and dig back into your plate.

even though you'd both finished your plates relatively quickly—turns out eijiro was also hungrier than he thought—you both stayed at the table as another 2 hours went by. meals always tended to last when it came to you two; the food might be gone, but you guys always ended up sitting there talking and joking around for awhile. it was nice like this, the easy routine of it all. sure, there were other things that both of you could be doing, but neither of you were thinking about that. some days, this was the only time you two got together. you would never, ever, give the time up, and neither would he.

as the time bled into early afternoon, the two of you decide it'd be best to go ahead and start the show so you'd have time to finish it before eijiro had to go out. you both got up and collected the dishes to take them to the sink.

"i'll wash them, since you cooked this morning." you told him as you set the plates down in the sink, careful not to let the glass fall over.

"you sure? i don't mind washing."

"yeah it's okay. you just go and get the tv set up, i'll be there in a bit, yeah?" you smiled at him before putting your attention on the dishes, pulling the gloves on. he nodded, turning to walk toward the living room.

switching on the water, you didn't hear him come back up behind you to give you a hug, the action startling you a bit. "hmp—eijiro, what's wrong?" you let out a little laugh at his sudden clinginess, momentarily pausing your task.

"nothing, just love you. wanna make sure you know." he said into your hair. he gave you a little squeeze and kissed your cheek before letting go.

you giggled, turning to look at him as he walked away. "i love you too!" you called after him, your heart swelling with affection. you hoped it would always be like this: easy, comfortable, and full of love.

katsu2ji © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

[chibikyo]

War Prize

Baraka x Reader

(can be read as male or female; no gendered terms used)

TW for non-con, biting, mild belly bulge/cum inflation

Description; You are defeated and taken prisoner during Shao Kahn's invasion of earthrealm. As the one to defeat you, Baraka is given you as a prize by the great Kahn. What does the tarkatan leader have planned for you?

*First time posting something I wrote to Tumblr. First time posting smut. No idea where this came from or why. I just got this idea in my head and decided to roll with it. I hope someone enjoys it.

During The first days of Shao Kahn's invasion of outworld, you had been captured by a horde of tarkatans, lead by Baraka. As one of earthrealms champions, you had been presented to the Kahn as a prisoner of war.

"Their yours, Baraka, a reward for your impressive victory." The Kahn had chortled and you were dragged through the koliseum and out into the wastes of Outworld. The Tarkatan war camp was a nightmare to behold. There were corpses, some whole, some dismembered, most in various states of being skinned, hung up outside of nearly every tent. You closed your eyes aganist the horrific sight, but couldn't block that sweet, putrid stench of decay from invading your senses.

When the tarkatans pulled you up a short set of stairs and threw you down on to a tacky wooden floor, you chanced opening your eyes. The sun blurred your vision as one tarkatan yanked you to your feet. You wanted to resist, to try and make your escape but your arms were bound tightly to your sides and your wrists tied together behind your back with thick, coarse ropes.

It was Baraka who lifted you by the waist and looped your bindings over a hook suspended from what might be a gallows. The hook was sharp and left a shallow cut along your back as Baraka let gravity settle you onto the massive hook. You could just barely touch the wood below with your toes. Enough to take away some of the burden of your weight and lessen the pressure of the ropes digging into your guts. Your arms ached being so tightly bound against you and any struggle would just exhaust you more.

A crowd of Tarkatans were gathering around the stage, more pouring in from the outskirts of the camp. Baraka was speaking harshly to the horde in his native tongue and you had no idea what was being said, but shame burned on your cheeks as the crowd cheered. Fear curled hot and heavy in your guts, flooded your senses with the weight of your panic as it slowly crawled its way up your throat. Would Baraka make it quick, or did Tarkatans like to play with their food first? The thought of this monster flensing you alive, stripping the skin from your bones without giving you a swift death first? It took everything in you not to give in and sob.

Baraka turned toward you and you could swear there was triumph on that twisted face. He leaned in close and you could see his nostrils flare as he scented you. His breath was hot against your cheek as he drew closer. You shut your eyes and jerked back, though that only succeeded in rattling the chains suspending you. You felt harsh fingers dig into your soft flesh as Baraka grabbed your chin to hold you still. A tear finally broke free to trail softly down your cheek and just as softly you felt what must have been Baraka's tongue tracing the path of it. Like the rest of him, his tongue was coarse, rougher than a human's. It scraped under your eye, lapping up the gathering pool of tears threatening to spill before Baraka pulled away.

He shouted once more at the crowd, their cheers drowning out the foreign words and deafening you. You took a deep breath, waiting to feel the sharp sting of teeth or the edge of Baraka's arm blade. You were stunned when you felt two massive hands digging into the fabric of your pants followed by a loud tearing sound that reverberated in your ear drums. You froze, mind unable to fully process what was happening as Baraka moved up, ripping away your top to expose your chest to the ever growing crowd. Strips of ruined fabric were all that was left of your clothes, except what could not be reached beneath the ropes.

A sudden dread swept over you as you felt Baraka's hands trail back to your hips, the rough pads of his fingers scraping against the delicate skin, diggng into the soft flesh. His breath was hot on the back of your neck as he pressed his teeth against your shoulder, inhaling deep to scent the skin where your neck and shoulder met. This, more than anything, finally snapped you out of the fugue that had settled over your mind.

You struggled against the tight bonds, thrashing and twisting to get away from the monster holding you captive. Baraka merely chuffed, his hands digging harder into the delicate curve of you just below the edges of the rope. He yanked you backward against him harshly, your feet slipping away from the wood even as you scrambled to find some purchase. What little comfort that had been afforded to you before was gone as you felt the ropes bite into you deeper.

Baraka wrapped one arm around your waist as the other moved up to close around your throat. His fingers gripped firmly around your neck, the hollow of your throat pressed against the hollow between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed only once, coupled with a low growl, which you knew was the only warning you would get about acting up. You felt a chill travel down your spine as Baraka pressed himself against you. You could feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against your ass and the thought of what came next made you feel sick.

The crowd was jeering, shouting harsh words that you could not interpret and hissing encouragingly at their leader. Baraka settled you back in position before pulling his hands away to fumble behind you. You couldn't see what the Tarkatan was doing, but the soft 'schck' of fabric hitting the floor left little to the imagination. You closed your eyes as Baraka's hands found purchase on your thighs again. You didn't fight as your legs were spread enough for Baraka to press in behind you.

"Please don't fo this." You pleaded, desperate to put a stop to this even knowing you were helpless to stop him.

"Quiet," Baraka growled softly from behind you and you choked back a sob.

You braced yourself for pain, but once again was startled as Baraka soothed the skin beneath his hands.Trembling, you couldn't begin to fathom what the Tarkatan meant by the gesture before you felt that rough, almost sandpaper-esque tongue lick a stripe across your entrance. You gasped, the pain-pleasure combo making you dizzy as Baraka lapped at your hole again and again. Your thighs quivered as Baraka plunged his tongue inside you, fucking you with it, forcing pleasure to pool in your gut even as you weakly tried to protest. You could feel yourself reaching that crescendo as your aborted pleas slowly became little more than moans. As your "no" and "stop" became "yes" and "more" and "please".

Baraka's hands dug harder into your thighs, spreading your legs further so he could fuck his tongue even deeper into you. He lapped up the taste of you with abandon, savoring that salty, musky taste as he pushed deeper still, until you could feel the press of his teeth against your entrance. The thrill of those ivory daggers nestled against your most intimate place drove you over the edge and you screamed as you came, thrashing as the most intense orgasm of your life was wrung out of you, Baraka happily lapping up the mess you left as you quivered from overstimulation.

As you slowly came down from your high, the pain from the ropes digging into you was sharper and you felt your face burning in shame as the crowd cheered louder. You almost thought that was it, until Baraka pressed in behind you, his cock impossibly large and pressing into the crack of your ass. You whimpered as Baraka pressed two fingers into your quivering entrance, lubricating the way with the remnants of your orgasm. He pulled them away with a satisfied growl before manipulating you until your entrance was hovering just above his cock. You had never felt so empty before, never been so achingly hollow, and your body clenched with the need to be full. Knowing it would only hurt to fight what came next, you forced yourself to relax as Baraka began to push into you. He went slower than you expected, but unrelenting as his cock speared you open. You had never imagined something so huge could even fit, but your body opened up around him as he just kept pressing deeper and deeper. Not just big, but impossibly hard with deep ridges on the underside that pressed deliciously against your plush insides.

He seemed determined to make you take all of him, growling as he was met with tighter and tighter resistance. You could swear you felt him in your throat, choking as your breath was punched out of you. You felt Baraka wrap his arms tight around you, pressing so tightly against you that the protrusions of bone on his chest and atms dug into your skin. You could feel the growl make its way through him, your only warning as he thrust up into you. You screamed as his monstrous length bottomed out within you, followed by his teeth digging into the soft flesh of your shoulder. The pain was so all-encompassing as you sobbed and thrashed against him.

Baraka stayed nestled inside you, content to wait until your screams subsided into shuddered sobs. He brushed his hand soothinlgly against your collar bones, tracing the hollow of your throat softly and felt your breath hitch and you lurch with pleasure as his arm brushed against a sensitive nipple. His teeth slowly pulled out of your shoulder as he felt you settle again and he lapped at the blood spilling from the needle like punctures. The roughness of his tongue sent spikes of white hot pain through the torn muscle, mixed with the zing of pleasure as Baraka explored your chest, pinching and plucking at your nipples to feel you squirm against his cock nestled so deep inside you. You were panting, your breath hitching on little moans as you adjusted to the intrusion. Baraka pulled away from the wound on your back, twisting the hook and you with it so he could turn you to face him.

The drag of his cock inside you as he manipulated your body with ease had you choking. Once you were facing him, Baraka leaned down, his tongue laving at one of sensitive nubs eagerly. You could see his face twist with ecstasy as he toyed with each nipple in turn. That rough appendage dragging acrosd the delicate skin and over stimulated nerves beneath, coupled with the constant pressure of his thick length inside was too much. He gave a single. shallow thrust, more to readjust your weight against him than anything, and you moaned, gasping, as a second orgasm tore through you. Baraka pulled back, his hands at your waist as he slowly lifted you. The sensation of the hook dragging against your back was dwarfed by the drag of his cock as he lift you almost completely off of it. Your hole fluttered and clenched at the ache of being empty, though that only lasted a few seconds before Baraka was lowering you back down. You choked as that massive length filled you yet again. You barely registered the ropes falling away before Baraka wrapped his hands around your thighs, jerking your legs up and you had to fling your arms around his neck to stay balanced, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

His cock rubbed your sensitive walls, drawing out soft moans as you lay your head bonelessly against his shoulder. He barked out what may have been an order to the crowd and you were reminded that this whole ordeal had been in front of an audience. You were too tired to care at that point, burying your head into the crook of his neck as your arms tightened around the Tarkatan leader's neck. The press of his sharp protrusions barely noticeable compared to the shallow thrusts of his cock within you as he carried you down the stairs and away from the ever dissipating crowd.

You finally snapped back to reality as Baraka pressed you down into a nest of furs and blankets. You hissed as the soft fabric brushed against the bite on your shoulder, the skin raw and aching. The sun no longer burned your eyes and you blinked, taking in the walls of Baraka's tent. Compared to the macabre sight outside the tent, inside was quite clean and almost cozy. Baraka noticed your hiss of pain and encouraged you to roll over, only pulling out of you long enough for you to untangle your legs from his before thrusting back into you with a satisfied growl. This time the slide into you was nothing but pleasure and you shuddered with anticipation. A part of you, buried deep since this ordeal began, knew that you didn't want this, that this was an assault by the enemy. Despite this, your body had already begun to crave the heavy weight of Baraka pressed inside you; the tight, almost suffocating feeling of his cock buried in your deepest, most intimate parts.

Baraka caged your body between his arms as he leaned down to delicately lap up the few rivulets of blood that had seeped from his bite mark. He inhaled the scent of blood, coupled with the sharp tang of your phermones, and his tongue poked out to taste it. You whined, rocking your body back against his, desperate for him to move as you felt the deep aching need pooling in your guts again. His growl, as he pulled out until only the tip of his meaty cock rested within you, made you gasp, before his hips snapped forward, driving his cock inside you and punching the air out of your lungs. He began to thrust, hard, fast, dragging harshly against your inner walls as you struggled to catch your breath. You could feel the slide in your guts and when you looked down you could see the top of his cock pushing out from the lowest edge of your belly. You moaned, your hand trailing down to press against that bump, feeling that hard length as it rearranged your guts to carve out space for itself.

Baraka hissed and let out a loud groan as he felt your palm press against his cock from the outside. His thrusts became feral as he rutted inside you, making you choke and slide forward from the force. Your orgasm that had been slowly building crashed over you wave after wave as Baraka continued to batter your insides. You were still shaking, riding out the aftershocks as you felt Baraka's arms around your waist, yanking you back and against his chest as he buried himself as deep as he could and painted your insides with his thick seed. You felt pulse after pulse of hot cum shooting from his cock, filling you to the brim. Your hand went to your stomach, brushing against the head of his cock as he shook through his orgasm. It took a full minute for him to finally stop cumming and you could feel that thick seed leaking out from where the two of you were joined. Could feel his cock twitching inside you. Baraka's cock was still impossibly hard and he seemed content to stay buried within you. He lapped at the blood that had seeped out of your wound as you slowly caught your breath.

"Beautiful." Baraka hissed. "I am so glad the emperor let me keep you. I would have been more gentle, but a public claim is required to ensure the clan knows you are off limits."

"You were…claiming me?" Your voice was rough from screaming and disuse. Your throat ached as you spoke.

"Yes. I've been dying to mate with you since our first fight." Baraka growled. His hands worked there way down your body as he spoke, removing the last remnants of your clothes until you were fully naked against him. "At the tournament." He clarified, nuzzling against your neck so he could drink in the sweet smell of arousal within your phermones. "You smelled so sweet, so delicious, I could barely resist claiming you right then." He gave a shallow thrust making you moan. "You are even sweeter than I could have hoped for."

Your breath hitched at the confession as Baraka slowly arranged the two of you on the nest. He kept his thrusts going, shallow and soft, content to feel you squeezing around him and you could feel exhaustion threatening to swallow you. Although you had not consented, you had to admit that Baraka had been much more careful with you than you'd expected. It didn't help that his arms were huge and warm and you felt safe even with those imposing teeth nestled against the hollow of your throat. You should be finding a way to escape. Instead you moaned his name as he snapped for hips forward, his one hand finding its way between your legs to coax one last orgasm out of you. You clenched around him, your body trembling as you felt him coat your insides with another flood of cum before he finally slid out of you.

You whimpered at ache of being empty as you could feel his spend starting to leak out of you. Baraka's hand brushed against your hole, feeling the mess slowly oozing out of you and twisted away for a moment. You could feel him fumbling behind himself for something, then gasped as his hand found your entrance again. Two of his meaty fingers swirled through the mess collecting outside your hole before he slowly eased those digits, cum and all, back into you. He spent a few minutes pumping those digits into you, working his cum as deep as possible. You choked, cumming again even though you hardly thought it possible. He kept softly pumping his fingers, enjoying the way his cum sloshed around inside you as you whined at the overstimulation. Baraka's other hand gently stroked your soft belly, feeling the way the skin was stretched taught over the small pooch that had formed from how well he'd filled you up.

Finally, as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, he removed his fingers and replaced them with something cold and hard. It slipped inside you easily,the bulbous shape and its flared base plugging your hole and preventing any cum from sliding out. You shuddered as it pressed against your sensitive walls. It wasn't as big as Baraka's cock, nothing was, but it helped ease the ache of the emptiness you felt. You clenched around it as Baraka pressed firmly against your back. He kept a tight hold of you, his tongue leaving little trails over your skin. You were too sore to push him off. There was a bone deep exhaustion settling over you from the fighting followed by the most mind blowing, toe curling sex you'd ever experienced. You drifted off to the sound of Baraka growling softly to you in a mix of yours and his native tongue. You only caught a few of the words as the world faded to black.

"My mate."

[caribenakizu]

SUB DAN HENG PART TWO

Sub! Dan Heng x Fem! Reader (yes, I plan male version as well, but honestly, looking how long it took me to write and public this version, I don't know if it will work out [but I'll try])

WARNINGS: nsfw, sub! Dan Heng, slight mommy kink, oral sex (fem! Reader received), praise kink, cumming without touching and that's all I think? Hope I didn't forget about anything

God, you would never assumed that boy who spend so much time in the Archives would be so good with his tongue. Dan Heng was licking your pussy clean, moaning and whimpering, making so many cute sound... Yet he refused to let you go, holding you tight by your thigs, eating you like a starved man. His whole body was shaking, he didn't even knew, but he was bucking his hips aganist your bed.

"Mmmm" you almost purr, stroking and caressing his hair "That's a good boy" you praised him with a smirk on your face, knowing how your words would affect him.

He let out such a loud moan, oh god. Good thing that the wall of the Express were thick. You felt a bit pity for your co-passangers, but only for a minute. Dan Heng was too good, too cute, and too needy for you to ignore him.

"Mo-Mommy..." he whimpered as an answer to your praise, making you chuckle and caress his hair a bit.

"Hmm, I'm your Mommy now?" you chuckled, and Wrapped your legs around his head, locking him up between your thighs before he get a chance to move away "It's okay, I can be your Mommy. Just keep working with that tongue of yours... Mhm, just like that" sight lovely, arching your back "That's a good boy, Mommy's good little boy. Keep going baby, don't be shy. "

He let out such a loud moan, still giving you a sloppy cunnilingus, humping your sheets even faster. He squeezed your thighs, not stopping pleasuring you for even a minute, and the noises that were escaping his mouth were louder and louder. He was bucking his hips against your sheet so hard, that the entire bed was trembling, movements of his tongue became even more desperate and sloppy, if that was even possible.

He cummed. Just from eating you out and humping your bed. He loses control and his horns showed up as well as his pretty dragonish, blue tail.

"Good boy" you praise him again, caressing gently his hair "That's a goo-...Ah!" You let out quiet groan when his tongue started working on you again.

His tongue, god, his tongue. It changed as well, it was way more slimmer right now, but longer, and god, it felt so good...!

You couldn't help, but climax yourself not long after. He licked your pussy clean, savoring the taste of you, but his moves were visibly more calm and delicate now. You groaned a bit, grabbing his hair, his tongue was making you a bit overstimulated, but you just couldn't tell him to get off. Finally, he on his own decided that this is enough for one night, panting heavily he moved his head to your face to kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but honestly? You didn't cared.

"Now" you mumbled softly, when he break off the kiss and started nuzzling his face in your neck, breathing your scent in "We're going to clean ourselves. This time for real"

[beril66]

So I am reading banger character analysis of various necron characters from people like Ghost and Magistralucis so I wanted to put my two sents in about two things; the absolute HYPOCRISY of Orikan the Diviner and necrons as a whole;

Those who have read I&D no doubt remember the incredible Opera scene. It was probably the most profound part of the entire book; more than their hilarious feud , their team up aganist Orks and subsequent betrayals , their clashes of importance of culture and history and complete disregard of it even if its your own (put a pin on that we'll come back to this) , the heartwrenching flashes of memories or even the final kaiju battles at the end. These two old coots finally FINALLY have to breath methaphorically and just...talk.

Well mostly Orikan talks. Conveniently 'just' remembering it was Trazyn who dragged him into the biofurnaces (even if you think for a MOMENT it's while possible HIGHLY improbable.) So he engages Trazyn in the way it would impact him the most. Through cultural analysis. Both @ghostinthegallery and @magistralucis did analysis on these scenes better than I ever could and I want to a particular parts of Orikan's speech because even as I know practically nothing about 40k or necrons (I&D is my first 40k book) it always made me laugh out loud at the absolute GALL of it.

"Children of Important people, judging by their clothing, though Orikan had no interest in this world or its Byzantine ideas of hierarchy' and

"but we call each other low and bumbling because we are highly civilized"

I legit laughed myself silly here before the gut punch of their interaction continued because... the ridiculous amount of lack of self awareness and hypocrisy just absolutely stunned me.

This is the SAME species who before the biotransference killed each other for basically for sport.

The same species who calls those who are in the lower class as 'it' and has literal philosophical works that brings their SAPIENCE AND SENTIENCE into question (Aristotle would be PROUD)

The same species where a crown prince can get away with shooting 50 commoner soldier in the head as a 'LESSON IN RULING' .

Same species STILL in some cases look down on Imotekh the fucking Stormlord just because he is apparently a 'sandborne'.

Same species who turned their entire lives and culture into a death cult.

The same species who seem to ironically instead of uniting and searching for a cure of their condition just continue to paint galaxy in red with their own and other species blood.

The same race after Old Ones rejected them decided to not just fought aganist them but TRIED TO DESTROY EVERY OTHER PEOPLE THEY COME ACROSS until Old Ones kicked their asses enough.

Tangent here; I mostly agree Old Ones refusing to at least cure them of their cancers is a massive dick move but a counter argument can be made; if you saw a species like necrontyr spread in the galaxy conquering everything they see (and lets be honest here.. if they had vassal species they most likely treat them worse than any Sand born) and the only thing keeping them in check is their sickness , internal political bullshit and equevalant species...would you help them?

And after ALL OF THAT you just...turn each on other and start to REALLY go at it to the point you get the attention of hungry melicious star parasites.

After completely ignoring the increasingly desperate warnings of your almost always correct court astromancer and paint him as insane and a charlatan;

THEN these things, using higher echelon's desperation for eternal life fool you into turning your entire race into soulless terminators because suprise!! During your transformation of course the 'gods' duped you and not only they stuck you into sub-optimal metal coffins , not only (some lore bits implies nobility %100 aware and content) %95 precent of your population is lobotomized , not only you are made to forget %98 of your entire culture even forget where your homeworld is , not only you sacrificed every single class of your young children and will NEVER have future generations EVER, but the cherry on top of this shit cake is your souls are gobbled by said star parasites and also ALL of you, SK included turned into their slaves.

So you and your new masters start a 5 million years worth of war so horrific you give chaos such a power boost , killed about %80 of the galaxy , forced psykic frogs into tearing the first anus in reality and drove the possibly only species keeping the Chaos Gods in check into (possible) extinction. You fucked the afterlife for everyone else until the heat death of the universe in Milky Way.

After that little debacle you turn on your gods , fought them, shatter them (and 'kill' one that in some shape harmed the reality) then after seeing the absolute devestation your gods and kind inflicted go to 60 millions of years of sleep which lets be honest helped more than hurt as mental problems were cropping up BEFORE the end of the war (TDK)

Now you are waking up and did you learn ANYTHING from all of the 5 million worth of life experience?

They learned jackshit thats what happened. Every single sapient necron even the likes of Trazyn, even Zhandrekh are still making the SAME mistakes and inflicts same cruelties they kind always had done.

Trazyn is at the end of the day is a thief and a kidnapper. I&D happened BECAUSE he was so stubborn to steal that gem he wounded the World Spirit and caused the Deciever shard to gain enough power by sending some Aeldari souls his way before Slaanesh can take them. My guy killed an ENTIRE WORLD for a joke.

We all know the reason he is so obsessed with his work is to keep himself sane and have a purpose but just imagine the GOOD he can do. He library rivals the actual BLACK LIBRARY in universe. He tried to help at Cadia and it was amazing to see but at the end of the day even Trazyn didn't seem to grasp that the galaxy is dying in front of him and he can CHANGE that. Or unwilling. This is the worst attributes of the necrons; not caring when they actually really SHOULD.

Zhandrekh is as much as the setting allows is a good man. He could be considered kind even in Flesh Times. He is an honourable man. He is also a terrifyingly competent warlord serving Imotekh whose damage seems to be his insaitable desire to conquer and CONTROL (as much as we know GW for what? 8 years didn't characterized him other than "really clever , great general , obsession with proving his worth and control by dueling with strong opponents"). I think people forget about that about him. He didn't lost a SINGLE campaign aganist Imperium. My senile old sweet man is TERRIFYING.Not much more to say about him honestly he is a good dude in a horrific setting with dementia and married to his bodyguard.

Now lets come to Orikan. Orikan the Diviner is %100 has the right to be a resentful bastard to his own people. He tried so hard to stop the catasthrophy of biotransference. Not only he didn't succeed but they THROW HIM AGANIST HIS WILL into the fires.

What I really like about him however is while he is a venomous , back stabbing little bastard who takes a little too much pleasure of his people' suffering he has these...flashes that shows there is SOMETHING kinder underneath deep deep DEEP down. He didn't want to destroy Serenade. Interestinf thing about him is he only refers to humans as an "it" ONCE. And thats a corpse something even we do. These are very small but it shows Orikan ISN'T just a complete and utter douchbag XD

That being said Orikan abject denial of basically anything positive about anything or anyone necron or not shows how small minded he can be. His destruction of necrontyr artifacts, his dismissal of human anything without giving it a try (like apperantly SK prepared shadow puppet theater for palace kids? How is that a drivel Orikan???) Etc. He simultaneously despises everything necrontyr/necron that ISN'T his or Vishani's provess in their fields yet claims total superiority in everything Necrons do as he insults them. He is the single most hypocritical character bar chaos SM.

Don't get me wrong its a great character work and shows us how flimsy necron identity even is. Because minus general archetypes of their dynasties they have...none. Soulless God Killers isn't an identity. It's the curse of their entire species however metal (pun intended) it is to turn your treacherous gods into cattle. At the end of the day however advanced tech they possess or claims to have high manners (if they are sentient enough) or 'elegance' they are as barren as a civilization can get in all account bar tech.

And the fact that they can call themselves 'Civilized' making me giggle for the sheer absurdity of it BECAUSE they equate technological advancement as 'Cultured amd civilized'.

Necrons while I LOVE THEM and want them to have a happy ending (I want that for all species honetly everyone is horrible in 40k its okay :D) are the indisputed the WORST people in this shithole of a galaxy.

Imperium in many ways are lightyears ahead of us technologically would we call them civilized? Aeldari despite all their tech and arts were creating blood orgies on bodies of sacrificed children and I didn't met many people who would consider even the today's Crafworld Aeldari civilized.

Necrons are the same as these two. There is beside technology and cultural ticks no difference between them. Orikan calls the class system of Serenade 'Byzantine ideas' while he himself is subjected to the EXACT SAME THING in Mendragora court.

So if we rib on the Imperium and Aeldar...why shouldn't we on necrons?

All the races of the Milky Way are sides of a multi-faced coin (except Tyranids obviously). Bloodthirsty , cruel savages with certain exceptions in characters because they are marginally less shitty than the rest (Trazyn , Zhandrekh , Oltyx , Yenekh , Eldrad , Vulcan , Farsight , Shadowsun , Jaghatai Khan etc.) Who wants the same thing.

Necrons are just the most delusional of them all and its so tragic it loops back around to being funny. All races have fell from grace in Warhammer. The Necrontyr might be the only race started with very little redeeming qualities though. And the have not changed a SINGLE BIT in 65 fucking MILLION YEARS besides Oltyx (who because the Flayer King. A literal flesh tearing and wearing monster) . A single character. This is beyond horrific when you think about it.

Ironically in 40k DAOT humans might have been the most civilized race ever existed. They had peace treaties with ORKS. Interex have not eradicated Mega-arachnids just banished them to a world where they can live and let live. Diasporex just wanted to be left alone. Humanity even Aledari used to have compassion. Necrontyr and necron minus few never had that as a SOCIETY. Not to their own NOT to others. (I am not humans fuck yeah! In the slightest but...history speaks for itself)

And with their souls gone it seems something needs to shake them up so badly to start actual REFLECTION of eho they have been/who they are. Because with the way the are going...their minds will give long before their bodies do.

Sooo...this is my 'analysis' of the hypocrisy of Orikan and Necrons as a whole considering them so above all despite being in the same mudpit wirh other races. Would love to hear your opinions do you agree? Disagree?

[rustytheraccoon]

During the last three days I played my first few proper games of Battletech - and i can say that didnt had do much fun playing tabletop games for at least several years! Maybe this is just effect of new game system - to be honest all GW systems is pretty close together - but it was fun, i needed to make important decisions every turn for almost all of my models, etc.

First game was big classic Battletech battle - me and other new player both taking a lances of inner sphere mechs aganist our opponents clan star. Highlights of the battle - first critical hit of the game was my Wolverine blowing up after enemy Warhawk blow up his SRM ammo, enemy Nova which was able to hold up for the five round of shooting of three mechs of my ally, score the mission and only then blow up and finally my Atlas that survive three round of shooting by Executioner, Timberwolf and Warhawk, lose almost all of his armor and than after the first structure hit get his gyro destroyed and fall on his face.

And today I played two games of alpha strike - our local group prefer to play it on the grid map too. And this game variant was as much fun as Classic if not more - at first I was afraid that game was too much simplified, but I was sooo wrong - at this level, with so many mechs it was whole different set of decisions you need to make that this much lighter version of tracking weapons and damage didnt matter.

So, as conclusion - if you thinkig about playing Battletech - its totally worth you time and im so glad that I decided to try it

[persephone11110]

rain is a good thing

Jake‘Hangman’Seresin x Reader

Chapter 2: I Can’t Breathe

warnings: exes share the same bed, mentions of scars, past mentions of abusive relationship- reader ex byf, taking care of one another, mentioning of injury—reader cut her hand in chpt1, mentions of past choking, implied child abuse protective jake seresin, reader and jake are angsty assholes towards eachother, the chapter is in 2022

Chapter Summary: Your still trying to wrap your head around the fact that your ex boyfriend was sleeping next to you- that he remember your fear and much less your address.

author note: this took forever to write and but with that heres chapter 2, I wanted to thank everyone who continues to like everything!!, the actual chapters are present day which is set 22’ both chpt 1&2 Jake already been called back. also the reader and Jake started dating in 2015ish and broke up in 2019, I didn’t wanted the chapter to end on a happy note, can we tell I love Etta James first lyric is from A Sunday Kind Of Love

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Last night had be a fever dream, your head pressed into Jakes chest, how he ran his fingers all throughout your hair. When he rattle through your dressers trying to find you both new clothes he noticed his orange sweatshirt, “I’ve been looking for that all this time and she had it this entire time”. Shaking his head he pulled the sweatshirt over your head, knowing how much his cologne calmed you.

You and Dr. Michaels next session is going to much longer than usual.

Of all the things you expect to see after last night — this wasn’t one of them. Your ex boyfriend standing at your stove flipping pancakes wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist, lip syncing to Etta James.

I want a sunday kind of love.

Your leaning aganist the couch wearing a small smirk, he hasn’t changed a bit just the muscles Jake had from two years ago have gotten bigger. He flips another pancake“Sweetheart staring at my v-neck is going to slow me down”.

Jake turns the stove down- walking towards you with a big grin on his face, “Hungry Y/n?”.

“I am very hungry”. you gently shove past Jake scooping a pancake out of the pan onto your plate.“Aren’t you going to eat too Jake?”, you ask him holding a plate out, Jake scratches the back of his neck, his face reddened—dirty bastard. You decided to act oblivious to Jakes sexual innuendo more interested in the food infront of your face. “You know wherever everything is Jake”.

You stood at the counter scarfing down food versus Jake sitting at the island with a fork in his hand. “Y/n your gonna choke if you keep eating like that”. Jake raised his eyebrows at how animalistic you ate your food,“ Remember the last time I had to the heimlich on our third date because you were swallowing the steak without chewing it first”.

You glared at Jake rolling your eyes at his mother-hen antics to calm his nerves you pull a chair up to the island. Sitting in front of him, he hands you a fork. “Y/n I promise all the food I made and what you put on your plate is all yours”. Jake gives you a reassuring smile before stabbing at his strawberries with his fork.

He remembered, to bad Travis never did he always reminded you to eat as little as possible whether it was breakfast, lunch or dinner. He hated how much you ate on a daily basis, leaving notes on the fridge, on your nightstand in your car— saying eat less.

You couldn’t blame him, you did eat like a pig especially if it was food that your taste buds enjoyed to no end. “Y/n I can’t fucking form a sentence when you all your doing is your rattling fingers in a damn chip bag, he snatched the chip bag from you tossing it across the bedroom.“Next time be fucking considerate”.

“Thanks for last night,and for breakfast …” you fumble to find more words to say but Jake holds his hand up cutting you before you could struggle even longer for the right words.

“Y/n we might be exes but you needed help, its not like you wouldn’t do it for me either, as I remember someone saying something long the lines of I’d run every red light If I had to if meant getting to you”.

You blush at how Jake uses your sentiment words aganist you. You couldn’t help but think to your past relationship why couldn’t Jake do this when you two were together. What changed Jake?, did he find a girl that he changed for, was she worth his time?

You must’ve spent sometime in your head with your spiraling thoughts because Jake says your name with concern attached to it. “Y/n something bothering you?”.

“When did you realize you didn’t love me anymore?”

Thinking back to two years ago when you declared to Jake that you couldn’t take being on the bottom of his priority list. You never asked when and why he lost his love for you, what made him stop caring about your feelings.

Jake swears he heard you wrong,“Darlin theres no reason to end the peace we have going on right now”. He attempts to sway your thinking, turning the conversation onto something else,“Why don’t I make something else to go on your plate?”.

“I mean it Jake was something I did?,— did I gain to much weight, did I have to much emotional baggage for you to handle?”. You get up from the table, walking to the couch.

“Darlin n-no It wasn’t you I—”. Jake gets up to walking towards you, “I couldn’t balance my work life and love life at once alright Y/n it was never you”. Jake eyebrows furrow when he realizes your injured hand. He wants to reach and grab your hand and it inspect it more, but Jake knows how much you hate being touch during a moment like this.

You almost want to let the scoff sitting on your tongue escape. He’s acting like you don’t work hours as a trauma nurse, as if you didn’t see people die almost everyday of your life. As if you didn’t play god with their lives.

“Bullshit”. your voice in more harsher tone than before,“You decided that you didn’t love me anymore because you didn’t feel the urge anymore”. You backed away from him,“Do you know how many nights I spent in our relationship even after we broke up trying to piece together why I was so worthless of your basic love and affection or your fucking attention”. A watery chuckle escapes your mouth betraying the pure anger and confidence in your voice.

“As if you can fucking talk darlin your hours as a nurse aren’t so different from the hours I worked”. Jake standing over you now, his jaw vibrating with anger.“How dare you Y/n”.

“Yeah I worked but I made sure I set aside time for you—for us”. your lips pressed together in frustration, why can’t he just stand there and listen.

Jake crosses his arm with a angered expression and you swear you saw Travis’s face.“Are you listening to me?”. Your walking towards your apartment door—ready to run away from Travis knowing what about happen. “I tried Y/n you just make me hit you”.

“Y/n can you just stand still please I actually want to talk this out”. His accent thick with irritation,Jake grabbed you by the wrist a little to tight.

“Just lay there Y/n”you can hear Travis’s vicious voice in the back of your head. At first you feel paralyzed with paronia unable to movie afraid for your life.

You snatched your wrist from Jakes hand,“Get the fuck out” you angrily point to the door.

He scoffs,“I can’t believe I thought you matured enough to have a conversation without your feelings getting hurt, I should’ve stayed home when I heard your desperate voicemail cry for help Y/n”. He snatched his wallet and keys from the table.

“To answer your fucking question I realized the morning you left me with a little goodbye note”. Jake slams the door behind him leaving you standing with a heavy feeling in your gut.

Tears shook through your body.

I hate you, I love you.

Taglist: @chocolatefartstrawberry,@buckysteveloki-me, @dontletthemtakeyoualive, @kellyls04, @els-marvelvsp, @classyunknownlover, @i-am-mrsreckless,

[burnedwriter]

‘’you have the sweetest moans’’

A/n:i recently got bloodborne and elden ring and i have been obsessed with those games,so i decided to write some fic of one my fav character.hope you enjoy!

warnings:rough bj,mild dirty talking,!gender-neutral language used,tarnished!reader

mdni!!

‘‘oh my lambkin~’‘ varrè moaned with a hand over his mouth trying to muffle his moans but unltimetly failing.You have had enough of his snarky remarks and how he teased you by brushing his hands against your body only to play stupid afterwards when you confronted him about it and pretend that it didnt happen leaving you frustrated.You didnt know if you liked or hated him for that.

Varrè leaned against the stone wall,with his pants all the way down to his ankles as you kneeled before him,his cock now being inches away from your lips.Teasing him a bit you started giving kitten licks at the tip,tasting the salty precum that started to leak and earning a couple grunts from the already needy varre,before you started to lowly taking him in,placing your hands on his thighs trying to keep his hips from twitching so he doesnt gag you.

‘‘your mouth feels so warm my lambkin’‘varrè choked out even though you were in control his smug tone never leaving his voice,you never knew what ricks he could have up his sleeve.

Getting adjusted with your mouth being full,you started to bop your head back and forth at a slow pace,his hand caressing your cheek,drawing circle with his thumb,looking up at him even though he was wearing a white emotionless mask ,his eyes did all the talking,his gaze filled with lust as he looked down at you.

Varrè got impatient from your slow pace,placing a hand in your hair taking control over your pace,even if you couldnt see it varre had the biggest smirk under that mask,as you realized your plan to punish him failed,turning the pace into a brutal one and now fully facefucking you as you choked on his cock,hitting the back of your throat over and over again.Tears started to run down your cheeks but varre quickly sweeping them away with hand.

With his actions you could feel your own arousal building up,as you felt a knot that started to form in your lower abdomen,seeing varre be so dominant yet so needy,almost like it flicked a switch inside you,letting out a moan you didnt know you were holding.

‘‘i didnt know you liked being treated like a common whore lambkin’‘varrè breathed out,hearing you moan aganist his cock, his chest heaving up and down as his breath became more draged out,his cock throbbing in your mouth indicating he was close to finishing soon.

‘’my lambkin, ah~im coming~’’he exclaimed before releasing his seed down your throat,pulling way from you leaving you time to swallow it,he removed his hand way from your hair thinking that it was over but little did he know you werent going to stop,getting a couple breathes through your nose you started to bop your head again,taking back the control you once had.

‘‘fuck~lambkin’‘he whined feeling the warmth of your mouth back on his cock,his hips started jolting,as he was being overstimulated.

oh...no...no..no,he wasnt going to get away that easily,you wanted to hear more from him,hearing him beg and that was the last thing you were going to do.

[number-2-hero-hawks]

Tf is going on Today •_•

It feels like I didn’t woke up this morning-

The Pro Heros have decided to retaliate aganist the Villains to win the war

So everyone's been on edge lately

[blackangelism]

“Darling, I think we should move away." I mumbled to myself as me and my wife were layed on the couch, while she coloured her nails with red polish as if she embodied the colour itself. She gazed into my eyes and pecked my cheek. “What’s wrong with staying?” She chuckled as her eyes gazed upon mine; her left, unpolished hand grasped my cheek and looked for my reply.

“Nothing, but” I lowered my eyes to not eye her gaze. “But?” She lifted my face with her finger. “There is no peace and quiet; I thought living in a town slash city would be calm,” I sighed as the wind from the outside brushed my shoulders. “It’s quiet now,” she mumbled, and brought back her attention to her nails.

“Yes, but the mass killer has been roaming around too much." I looked outside the window and looked at the night and the light shining from the moon along with the streetlight. “Nothing will happen to us, my love, Amelia; I’m sure of it." She assured me; my breath sighed and my lips smiled.

My thoughts of worry still occupied my mind. The next couple of weeks the town got quieter; however, words were louder, people were getting killed more often, and the news was getting louder. I started to notice that my wife was not home often and sometimes leaves at midnight, my wonders started to think.

One night, my wife left once again at midnight; my intrusive thoughts took over and I decided to follow her. She packed her bags and started to drive, the cold winter night touching my skin, my motorcycle keys brushed it’s place, my hands then grabbed it’s wheel and let the noise take over the whistles of the night.

I tried to go unnoticed; however, I felt she knew. She suddenly stopped at a house that seemed to have a party. I parked over to the house down and walked over. I saw her in a sliver dress that I knew she despised and took a messenger bag with her. She walked seductively over to the house; my thoughts of wonder felt as if they got solved. That, my love, was not my love.

My body felt weak, the cold air no longer affecting my skin as it shivered itself. I feel on the grass; its wet, grounded feeling made me feel like it’s equal, my eyes looking at the moon’s side boob. Everything went silent for my ears; I felt my eyes darken at the overwhelming sensation.

The silence felt overwhemling, a little too overwhelming; music wasn’t echoing, voices weren’t screaming. Just silence. My legs got me up, and I stepped up to the house. I breathed in the alcoholic air. My fingertip rang the doorbell, no noise came ringing, and my hands brushed the handle in an attempt to open it. The door welcomed me itself to see its insides.

Blood, all over, various colour, shades, and texture. My head felt faint, my eyes watered. I took in a breath and walked to what I presume was a living room. I saw something written on the wall with blood.

“I love you, Amelia Grey.”

I whispered; thoughts rushed to my head and heart racing. Who? What? Why? I felt more tears and an invisible knife or hand aganist my neck. It’s blood felt as if it were on my hands, no longer feeling as if my body was my own.

“My love, what are you doing here?” The all-familiar voice echoed in the silenced apartment; my chest tightened and my breath got choked. Her heels clicked as she stepped behind me, as if she were towering over me. “It’s late; you should be sleeping." Her voice kept lingering; my voice got coughed up on my throat, and my breath remained down on my lungs.

“What is this, Lorelai?” I mumbled, terrified of uttering a word that would make the invisible knife push further to my neck. She hissed at her birth name, “Lorelai, such a full name." Her legs moved her to wonder around the house, “Why not Rory, baby, honey, or darling?” She voiced out; she came up behind me again and whispered them out next to my neck.

A sudden voice of a whimper came out, mine and Lorelai’s heads turned to see the cause, and there it was a man in his late 20s crawling to the door and all blooded up. Lorelai acted as quick as a feather, and whilst I stood from shock and horror, she stepped up to him and grabbed him by the neck whilst holding a knife against his stomach. My legs finally felt as if they were mine and I ran to her.

“Why?”

Tears were prickling against my eyes. I tried to look at her, to gaze at her with the love that we showed each other. "Because I love you, it’s my responsibility to make you happy no matter the cost. You said you wanted peace and quiet, and here it is the peace and quiet that you wanted and deserve." Her eyes were watered. Her knife kept getting closer and closer, my hands ready to stop her. “But why killing?” My voice sounded nonexistent; it’s tremble strength increasing.

"Because we live in a world of idiots, my love, and we are the only ones who truly know how to love”

With that, all I could see was blood sprayed on us, and the tight kiss my waist was pulled into that made me remember our first that made me crave it more and more with its passion, its taste of silenced noise, and the love of blooded veined hearts.

“I kill because I love you.”

just a teeny bit of tweaking and it'll be so much better i love this conceptually

[quincyhorst]

HC Snippets: Big Waves' Sydney Trio

...I'll admit that @//hachiiware's ask left me wanting to go on detail about other BW families other than Quincy's; so here's a compilation of my ideas for the main three.

Like I've said, Nice, Jean and Reef all live in Sydney, and attend the same school and soccer team. This is also where Robert teaches, all too convenient.

Though there's just one detail to address, that Jean was born in Victoria. After a certain family incident his mother preferred to start a new life in Sydney instead.

Nice and Jean met at the beach by a curious encounter. One typical day where his caregiver took him to the beach, Jinbei saw a blonde boy practising surf alongside his father. Impressed by the sport, he decided to combat his shyness and approach him. Despite the surprise, Nice acted friendly enough with the mysterious child, even inviting him to learn surf too. Such fun afternoon would be the start of a great friendship.

From there on, Nice and Jean would invite each other to their homes, or in some cases they'd go to his caregiver's house to watch his anime collection (Even if Nice was weirded out by the japanese cartoons). Around the time of Primary School, both boys got interested on soccer and started to practice together. Thanks to their dedication (And perhaps some potential within them), the two completely killed it once they entered the world of Secondary School/Junior High soccer; carrying their team to the finals. They might have lost aganist a team from Queensland, sure, but nothing too bad.

On their second year it would be when things got a sudden twist with the entrance of Reef Hamilton to their school, team... And friend group.

Reef had an entirely different upbringing than them. His father was the owner of a popular hotel chain across eastern australia, so he would always go into vacation somewhere new. But although he was able to meet new faces everytime, Reef preferred to isolate himself, enjoying to be at the beach. And with the teachings of his mother -a diving instructor-, that meant also spending most of his time underwater. Even when it wasn’t summertime Reef would be seen apart from the other kids.

Even if his parents tried to set his child to interact with others many times, Reef overall seemed to have problems on forging and continuing conversations, which started to raise some concerns. Just to make sure they decided to investigate a bit, and soon enough they found out their child was on the Autism Spectrum. Understanding now and accepting what their son had, they assigned him a therapist as means to help him in life, but still prioritizing his own wishes.

For a long time Reef's interests had been only about marine biology, leading to him writing entire pages about the fish he'd see on vacation. But after seeing Nice and Jean's performance on TV, he would soon develop interest on soccer. And soon he'd meet Robert Cliser, local counselor and a huge lover of the sport, who offered himself to help Reef integrate to the team while also training it.

So yeah, things went well. Reef's fun yet clever atitude blended with the two sea bros, making a well addition to their friend group. Nice and Reef were quick to bond, but with Jean it had its difficulty. What ended up uniting him however was none than Jean's mother, Bea Baker. Her being a former marine biologist soon caught Reef's attention, making him visit her small bakery weekly. The two players got soon used to each other eventually, specially since Jean did like sealife too.

Bea likes to consider Reef a second son, but Jean doesn't feel fond of that.

Now, let's talk about the Great Barrier Reef. The hissatsu, I mean. I like to attribute its origin to the fondness for the sea the trio had. Since his early beginnings in soccer Jean liked to use the sea to hone his skills, and the idea of using marine wildlife to defend the goal didn't seem that bad. So since his first years he had been working on it, but Reef's dedication and knowledge of the actual barrier helped to polish it better. Nowadays GBR is the most powerful keeper hissatsu Australia has to offer, but also a love letter to the country's natural wonder. Whenever someone uses it, Reef feels very happy.

...I guess that's the important stuff. Outside of soccer, the three like to play other sports such as beach voleyball, bowling, and surfing obviously. Jean leans it more into windsurfing but y'know, still fits.

Joe Jones/Jaws is the fourth wheel of this friend group but I'll touch it later on.

Bonus regarding adulthood; but post FFI Nice and Jean kept playing soccer, till he got into the more professional world. Reef played gladly until soccer, but a certain self-reflection he had made him instead dedicate himself into marine biology. He studies at the local Sydney Sunshore university; and yes, he if he struggles with studies, he goes to visit Bea. Best tutor ever!

[locitapurplepink]

Hello Star Wars The Bad Batch fans !!!

As we waiting for The Most Favorite Star Wars Rebels Round 4 are over, I decided to post The Most Favorite Star Wars The Bad Batch round 1.

There are 51 episodes ( including the first four episode on the clone wars season 7 that I already posted two months ago).

With the help from Wheel of Names, there will be 26 rounds for the first round, for the last episode that hasn't matched up yet will aganist with one of the winners from round 1a-1y.

I will post the most favorite sw rebels episode round 4e after I post the most favorite sw tbb episode round 1a tomorrow.

Get ready for it, guys !!!

Taglist : @photogirl894 , @leosardonyx18 , @commander-tech , @trapezequeen , @zaya-mo , @genericficerblog , @kanerallels , @ambulance-mom , @catcucumber-salad , @aesira-of-orion and anyone else who wants to vote this one.

Note: If anyone else wants to vote for upcoming round, you can ask me and add you for it.

[sonicasura]

Transformers Prime/ Pokemon Short

Bulkhead: We are all seeing the living rocks right?

Bulkhead's question pretty much spome what everyone was thinking

About a half hour ago

Ratchet had picked up a strange electro-magnetic anomaly coming from the mountains in Montana. It was originating from an old Energon mine that had long since been abandoned. This was highly suspicious to everyone there as Decepticons rarely if ever returned too there old mines. And Optimus was not gking too chance it, if there was a possibility of this being Decepticon activity. So logging in the coordinates to the Ground Bridge Optimus decided too go check it out for himself with Cliffjumper and Bulkhead going with him. Optimus told everyone if they had contacted back within 10 minutes to send the others to their location.

Soon enough Optimus, Bulkhead and Cliffjumper made it to the old Energon mine. Optimus quickly took point and was followed by Bulkhead and Cliffjumper as they went into the tunnels of the old mine. Optimus held up a scanner Ratchet gave him too help track down the epicenter of the electrom-magnetic anomaly. Following the scanner they all started tok hear noise coming from an entrance to an open area of the mine. Optimus silently signaled the other 2 too follow close behind him as they all quitely walked forward too the entrance. Optimus getting his blaster ready peaked through the entrance only too be met with a very unexpected site.

Back too the present all the Autobots stood at the entrance watching living rock sand boulders move around the open area ll doing there own thing.

Cliffjumper: Well this is very... unexpected but a lot better than meeting up with a swarm of cons.

Bulkhead: You got that right! Though I'm pretty sure these creatures aren't native to this planet. Maybe these guys are Pokemon?

Optimus: I believe you may be correct Bulkhead.

Optimus's optics scanned around the area looking at all the Pokemon. There were small rock creatures that had protrusions on their head along with 2 very strong looking arms. Then there were boulders that had 2 legs and what seemed to be an extra set of arms embedded in their torso along with more pronounced protrusions along the surface of their body. Optimus's old archivist self came out again and began too record the fantastic creatures activites.

Optimus: Cliffjumper please head out of the cave and call Ratchet too tell him that we are okay and have him call Frontier and tell them we may have found a group of Pokemon.

Cliffjumper gave a simple " You got it boss" before rushing out of the cave too call Ratchet.

While Optimus and Bulkhead waited for Cliff too return they took this time too abserve the Pokemon. One of the small rock Pokemon sparked with electricity before ramming into the wall too break apart the stones which they began too munch on along with the other Pokemon. Another Pokemon that resembled a boulder used it's magnetism too climb the wall and grab a rock that had a tiny piece of Energon in it. There was also a race bewteen the small rock Pokemon who curled into balls and rolled along one of the paths trying too outspeed each other.

It...reminded Optimus of how Sparklings acted when they first got there vehicle mode and raced aganist each other. Optimus felt a light tap on his shoulder as Bulkhead directed his attention over too, 2 small rock Pokemon throwing a big rock back at each other with more force each time.

Bulkhead: Haha, it's just like Lobbing! I wish Jackie was here, he definitely get a kick out of this.

This was all incredibly facisnating too Optimus and Bulkhead. Soon Cliffjumper returened telling them that Frontier should be hear in a couple minutes. Until then the trio looked at all the Pokemon doing there own thing. It was definitely a unqiue experience for all the Autobots.

Eventually Frontier did get too them with Koraidon and Rotomdex. Frontier did tell them that these Pokemon were Alolan Geodude and Alolan Graveler. Rotomdex also gave some extra information on the Pokemon which Optimus enjoyed.

Frontier: Thank you all for telling me about the Pokemon. They probably came across an Ultra Wormhole which led them too the mine and Alolan Geodude and Graveler do enjoy delicious rocks.

Bulkhead: Rocks huh. Well considering this an old Energon mine. Maybe the rocks minerals took on some residual energy the Energon that used too be hear.

Frontier: Ya that's more than likely why they are really enjoying the rocks here. Though now I need too figure out how too-

Cliff: Um Not too be rude but should we be concerned about what is happening other there.

Cliff pointed over too were 2 Gravelers were starring down each other with ferocity. Everyone looked over at the scene when the 2 Gravelers tackled each other causing a blinding flash too occur.

Bulkhead: GAHH! My optics!

Frontier: Everyone turn away! When 2 Gravelers fight it causes a bright flash when they collide with each other.

Everyone turned away as more flashes brighten the entire area. This began too cause the other Alolan Geodude and Graveler a bit of distress which caused the final Pokemon unknown too all too appear.

* GOOOLLLEEMMM*

A loud cry echoed out from an upper level tunnel causing everyone too look in the direction, including the fighting Gravelers.

The Pokemon that appeared was huge, easily exceeding heights of at least 15 ft. If it height was not intimidating enough than the rail cannon on it's back along with the beard and moustache of Iron Sand definitely was.

Rotomdex was kick too tell everyone too back up as this was the leader of the Alolan Geodude and Graveler. Totem Alolan Golem, Pokemon that were incredibly bigger than the normal height and wight of there species.

The Alolan Golem was quick too spot the 2 Graveler who were fighting and were looking quite nervous. Alolan Golem was quick too approach, each step shaking the ground. The Alolan Golem began too speak and the 2 Graveler swiftly moved away from the item that was the center of the quarrel. A rock that had a much bigger Energon crystal in it. The Alolan Golem looked at the rock and immediately came up with an idea. Stomping their foot on the ground, it caused the rock too fly upwards and towards Alolan Golem and when it got close enough, the Totem Pokemon delievered a swift Thunder Punch that split the rock and crystal equally in 2. Easily ending the fight bewteen the 2 Graveler who were now munching happily on there Energon rock piece.

With Totem Alolan Golem there and Frontier too communicate too the Pokemon. It was easy too round up all the Pokemon and escort the group back him too their home in Alola. Frontier said there goodbyes for now as they went too go help the Pokemonsettle back in safely.

And the Autobots had quite a story to tell when they got back home.

This was so cute! I can see Frontier getting some footage of the game for Bulkhead so he can share it with Wheeljack later. Optimus absolutely records the entire thing on a datapad once he's back to base.

A least chaotic encounter compared to what other Pokemon they could've run into. Like a Stantler herd getting everyone lost in the woods to protect their sick Wyrdeer leader. Or Cetitan couple on the warpath because someone took their two Cetoddle children.

[cynicalraccoon]

A/N: Malia "Knockout is my oc

Warning: blood and violence

"Fuck!" Malia spat, blazing pain spamming across her face. She just knew it was a matter of time before her scar decided to show itself, but it always hurt like a bitch when it did. 

Her attacker didn't even get time to gloat before his upper body disappeared in a fine mist of red thanks to Malia's fist.

She panted, licking away stray blood falling near her mouth. Reaver would be pissed at her and the enemy. Her for her slow reaction, the latter for making her bleed. 

Shaking her head, Malia continued on through the enemy's base, taking out anyone who wasn't her squadmates. 

"Knockout." Price's voice called in her ear. "What's your status?" 

Shots fired from down the hall, forcing Malia to take cover behind a corner. 

"Busy." She replied tersly. "Targets found yet?" 

There was a moment of silence. She fired back, hearing the thud of two bodies hit the ground. Waiting a moment, Malia then moved down the hall. She stepped over the two bodies, each having bullet holes in their forehead and throat. 

"Ghost and Soap have them in their sights. Engaging now." 

"Copy. Knockout out." 

The scar is going to itch badly; as it always does when it follows her to almost every world she traveled to. She knew it wasn't cursed or magical in nature, but she sometimes had her doubts. 

Malia hoped it didn't get infected. Unfortunately, she had to delay tending to it because she was in the middle of a mission. Fucking terrorists and their habit of taking military prisoners. 

Hours later, she cleared out the base, clothes decorated with blood sprays. Malia scanned her surroundings as she exited the building. 

"Captain, this base is clear." She spoke into the radio. 

"Meet up with Gaz and then meet up with Soap and Ghost. Keep their backs clear." 

"Copy." 

The blood on her face was drying by the time she met up with Gaz. The man's eyes widen when he saw her, concern filling them. 

"Knockout, you-" 

"I'm fine." She cut him off. "Let's go." Malia went off, Gaz right behind her. 

Xxx

Hostages rescued and piled up in the exfil plane along with the task force, Malia suddenly found herself confronted by her team. 

"Hold still." Ghost ordered, trying and failing to get the woman to let him take care of her injury. 

"I can do it myself." Malia protested, leaning away from the burly man's hands. 

The two glared at one another stubbornly. 

"It needs to be taken care of now or it will get infected." Ghost argued. 

Malia narrowed her eyes. "So you do know how injuries work, Lieutenant. I'm sure the medic will be thrilled." 

The man glowered at her cheeky retort. Something smug settled in Malia's chest at his silence. Even when injured, Ghost avoided going to the medic more than any other soldier, so he couldn't talk. 

"Knockout, he's right." Price spoke up, bandages around his upper right arm. "Let him do it. That's an order." 

Malia's glare didn't drop as she stop leaning back and let Ghost disinfect her wound. She gritted her teeth aganist the sting, not making any noise. 

Gaz shook his head. "I don't know how you could still be awake with a wound like that." 

Soap nodded, a smile on his face despite the worried glint in his eyes. "If it was my beautiful face, I'd be raging." 

Malia couldn't help the small snort she made. "Didn't you say the other day that ladies love scars?" 

The Scot blinked and his smile grew devilish. "Does that mean you like women?" 

Ghost's eyes flitted up to her then back down to her wound as he tied off the bandages. Done, he straightened and walked back to his seat. 

Malia wiggled her nose, ignoring the painful tingles it created. 

"I'm into men, but I've been told I'd make a good boyfriend if I was a guy." And that had sent her in a loop for a minute. It had been said by a villainess she had been friends with in a fantasy world. 

She leaned back aganist the warm plane wall, crossing her arms and closing her eyes. She missed Gaz and Soap's exchange of looks. 

"Oh yeah? And who told you that?" Gaz asked. 

She didn't reply. 

"Leave her." She heard Ghost grunt. Soap might've said something, but by then she was already asleep.

A/N: Another one. Again I know only bits and pieces about these characters and their lore, and this is my second time trying my hand at writing for COD. So if their personalities are off, then that's why.