#but if that tag makes this appear in the main tag don't get pissed off at me for saying this beloved property did something wrong lol

[demo-ness]

damn this manga got so far and then tripped RIGHT at the god damned finish line 😔

[alexandraisyes]

Just a friendly reminder not to be a dick

Don't be a dick. It's that simple.

A readmore for those wondering what's brought this about. . .

I've been noticing a lot of discourse today in some main fandom tags over non-canon ships. I don't really give a fuck what it's about, I don't want to be told what it's about. I don't fw drama and harassment.

Non-canon ships cannot hurt you.

If someone posts something you disagree with? Block them.

Fiction does not affect reality, it affects your feelings. Your feelings are real, but they are not everyone's reality and it is your job to manage and regulate your own reality. Especially online.

A fictional work will not change the facts of reality around it. Putting a book about gay people kissing in a room will not change anything about the room other than the fact that there is a book in it. Gay people will not magically appear and start to kiss. If you open the book and you find out there are gay people kissing and you don't like it you have every capability to put the book down.

Fiction is not meant to be an accurate representation of reality. Citing Jaws makes you look like a moron.

Art does not have a moral value, because art is subjective. This includes music, artworks, writing, and lord forbid fanfiction too.

People who write fictional content are not automatically in support of the fiction they write about. You have never read a book or seen a movie about a zombie apocalypse and wondered if the author/screenwriter wants a zombie apocalypse to happen. Maybe now you will, but I can guarantee you didn't before.

Fiction can give you thoughts, feelings, and ideas. It does not force you to act on them. You cannot blame a fictional work for your actions. Normal people are not so influenced by fiction that they act upon the media they consume, if you are worried that fiction will make you act out then you shouldn't consume fiction.

Creators of fictional content are not responsible for your opinions of their content. They are not responsible for your actions. They are not responsible of your feelings. They are not a bad person for making content you don't like. You're just a piss baby if you can't learn how to put down the book or phone and do something better with your time.

Hurting someone over fiction is unacceptable.

Harassing someone over fiction is unacceptable.

It is your job to curate your online experience, and other people are not in charge of your comfort. If you cannot handle that get off the internet.

If you want to read someone go in depth about all of this.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Dinner & Diatribes ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: jealous!Frank, semi public sex, derogatory names, pet names, fingering, unprotected sex. E.

A/n: inspired in part by Hozier's Dinner and Diatribes, that's the kind of love, I've been dreaming of 😈

You and Frank had been going through something of an 'involuntary dry spell' of late. He had been busy with Anvil business, spending so much of his time with Billy at work, and although it was to the ultimate benefit for both of you, you were still pissed off. In an effort to make it up to you Frank had taken you out for dinner somewhere fancier than usual.

"Good evening, I'm Aiden. Just making sure the meal is to your liking and you have everything you need?" The tall, dark-haired waiter appears at your side and your eyes take a long, slow trip to look up at him.

"Yes I am, thank you sooo much!" You reply animatedly. "The food is absolutely delicious, I just wish the company was as good! And this wine pairing? Such an exquisite palate you must have, Aiden."

Your server dips his head in acknowledgement and manages a small awkward laugh at Frank's expense until he practically flays him with his stare.

"Ahah… uhm, yes. Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying the meal, and if there's anything at all I can do for you please let me know." He replies nervously.

You smile at him with all your teeth. "Oh I certainly will, thank you so much, Aiden."

Frank sits back in his chair, you can feel his gaze following the admittedly handsome waiter as he attends to another table, then you feel it swing back resting heavily on you as you spear a piece of steak on your fork.

"'You flirting with him?"

Your head snaps up at Frank's interrogating tone. You're a little surprised at the tinge of jealousy that flavours it. What the hell, you think, might as well run with it.

"Didn't think you'd care. You've been grumpy and practically ignored me all evening anyway." You take a long gulp of your wine while still admiring the waiter's ass as he walks away to the kitchens. "Plus, he's pretty fit."

Frank scoffs, taking another bite of his filet mignon. "Yeah okay, I see how it is." he says once he's finished, staring you down with eyes that seem to be getting darker by the second. "You were just planning on being a brat tonight, huh?"

You roll your eyes at him.

He licks his lips.

There's a silence so tense you'd need a rocket launcher to blast through it all the way until you've both finished your main. You knew something was coming, that he wouldn't let something like that fly, and the suspense of waiting to find out what was killing you. Until finally he spoke.

"You need to powder your nose before we order dessert, sweets?"

"No, I-"

"Yeah I think you do." He interrupts, rising to his feet to pull out your chair for you. He leans in as you stand, your body moving on automatic. "Mens room, sweetheart." He growls, letting you get a head start before following along. He does a quick sweep satisfied no-one else is around before rounding the corner and down the long corridor to the men's.

You turn to face him to protest as he pushes open the door, but he spins you back around, his hand on the small of your back, guiding you into the last stall and slamming the door shut, locking it behind once you're both inside.

"You can bat those pretty eyelashes, flirt with whoever you want, baby girl, but don't you ever forget…" he leans in close, crowding you against the basin of the sink, growling into your ear making you shiver, "you are mine."

You go lax against him as he shoves his hand roughly down the front of your pants, biting back a moan as his fingers push between your already soaking wet folds.

He hums deep with satisfaction, looking at your reflection in the mirror. "Oh so you were waitin' for this, this is what you wanted, huh? Did Aiden get you all wet princess? Or was it me?"

His scruff feels rough, scraping against your cheek as he leans over your shoulder watching with amusement as you buck against his hand when he starts circling over your clit.

"Fuck! It's you Frank, it's always you baby…"

He slides hard up against your ass and there's no mistaking what you feel pressed against you.

"Frank… please, just.. take me home, you can do whatever you want to me there!" You hear yourself whine but he only lets out a dark chuckle.

"Nah nah. You act like an impatient little slut, you're gonna get treated like one. Thought you'd learned that by now."

You whimper as he slowly drags his finger in and out of your pussy. "Please! We can go back to the truck even– I'll be good, Frankie I'll be so good-"

"S'too late for that sweetheart. I'm gonna give you all the goddamn attention you want right here and now since I've clearly been neglecting you."

The clink of his belt being undone makes your legs almost give out. He opens and yanks your pants down further, your thighs trapped together in them as he widens his stance and takes himself in hand. You gasp feeling the blunt head of his cock probing at your slick entrance.

You're so glad of his hand clamping over your mouth as you couldn't trust yourself to hold in the needy, desperate sound you make as he pushes his way inside.

"Fuck, yeah fuck that's right… that what you need sweets? This what you want? Mm, goddamn you're tight-"

You grip onto the sink for dear life, white knuckled as Frank plows into you at a punishing pace. You know he wants to finish before anyone else walks into that restroom.

"You thinkin' about that fucking guy now, baby?" He grunts.

"N–uh!" Is all you can manage to get out, but what you really want to tell him is no Frankie it's only you, always you, always you…

He yanks your head back and you're actually thankful as he meets your mouth in a bruising kiss, thrusting even deeper inside, muffling your cries of pleasure from the ears of other restaurant patrons.

One of his big paws slips up under your shirt roughly groping at your bouncing tits as he keeps on pounding you hard. God, the hot huffs of his breath on your skin, his strangled groans as your pussy squeezes around his cock as he fucks you in such a public place, you can't take much more, and neither it seems can he. He hisses out a quiet fuck as you reach behind, clawing your hand on his pert ass, and then he's back growling low and commanding in your ear and you know you have no choice but to obey.

"This is what's gonna happen- you're gonna come for me and only me. You're gonna fucking come for me now darlin', and I'm gonna fill up that sweet pussy of yours. Then you're gonna walk on back to that table and order some fuckin' ice-cream like nothin' happened. Ain't that right?"

He rubs and flicks your clit mercilessly, thrusts growing ever more frenzied and sloppy as you nod and mewl at him pathetically. Yes Frank fill me up fill me up I wanna feel you dripping out of me all night please please I'm gonna come for you please I'm yours I'm yours!

You didn't even realise you'd poured all your desperation out loud until Frank's teeth are nipping at your neck as the too-loud sound of skin slapping on skin echoes around the plush room. "That's right, you're fuckin' mine! Fucking. MINE."

You unravel spectacularly. Your orgasm hits as soon as his does, biting down on the hand that reaches around to cover your mouth, the other gripping your hip as he jolts hard burying his cock so deep you swear you're going to feel it for weeks.

"Fuck baby, fuck-fuck-FUCK!" Frank's feral possessive grunt as he keeps on fucking you has your knees quaking and your eyes rolling back in your skull. He doesn't stop until he's hissing with oversensitivity, his spend already starting to slide down the inside of your shaking thighs as he eventually, and maybe somewhat reluctantly, pulls out.

You can barely stand but he holds you and helps you pull your ruined pants back up. You lean against the door panting in a daze as he grabs some tissue and cleans off his dick.

"Frank…" you breathe out. You catch yourself in the mirror, there's no way you look anything other than utterly fucked. He just clears his throat, tucks himself away, washes his hands and straightens his shirt and fixes his hair. He looks you up and down, smirking as he unlocks the door.

"When you come back to the table try not to look like you've just been fucked in the toilet stall of an expensive restaurant, hm?"

You just stare.

He goes to leave but then pauses. "You want ice-cream, baby?" He asks.

Your mouth gapes open as you try to get yourself together enough to respond.

"...yeah?"

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

do appreciate how secondary and side characters just get to, exist together, and actually interact casually- like their social groups are pretty separate most of the time but then when they happen to be around each other you get reminded

"oh hey yeah, they have complimentary personalities! Headstrong socially oblivious girl + the quiet happy-in-the-background girl who's bestie is also headstrong and socially oblivious. Of COURSE they'd be comfy hanging out together. Quite girl admires the giant fish oblivious girl dragged ashore, they build a sandcastle together, socially oblivious girl doesn't mind when quiet girl leaves to hang out with another friend for a while, headstrong girl leads them off to the buffet at a party and quiet girl is happy to follow along-"

it makes SENSE. it means so little in the moment, but they're all about to go through hell with and because of each other, and just letting them bounce around together like this makes them feel so much more real

no, that isn't their bestie or their ride or die they're being pitted against. but it's someone they know. someone they've helped out or had fun together with- and it's just so sucky and unfair that they get pushed into cutting into the fabric of their lives to try saving the one person who matters to them MOST

because these other people matter too! it ISN'T as easy as weighing relationships on a scale!

when you see different parts of a character based on who they get to be around, and what bits of themselves they show or admit to around that other person- then it's a personal loss for the CHARACTER when those moments also get lost, even if their gain something in return

also forgot how it's implied our main character spent almost half the season thinking one of her co-leads was probably lesbian (cough cough FORWSHADOWING cough) bc she showed no interest in boys- AND IT ONLY COMES UP AT ALL BY ACCIDENT like our mc was just out here, tagging along on spy missions with the local truant biker girl in her skin tight leather bodysuit, assuming she probably either had or was in between girlfriends, completely unfazed, which i mean fair there are actual mecha monsters appearing out of thin air but STILL

and they're both in highschool but their 14 yo swordsgirl friend is also part of the team, pissed at almost being left behind, treated seriously and also appreciated for breaking a tense dramatic moment with a plea for snacks bc she's active af and constantly in need of calories

it's like dang i really forgot how much breathing room these ladies got, all the other very annoying parts of the story aside

still tho please don't watch it. im. suffering.

[rhxpleys]

a ramble on rhea's reign

i have been ruminating on rhea's booking recently, but recent events on raw, plus a bit of news from fightful, has really got me thinking and well. i think rhea's reign is going to be LONG.

totally incoherent thoughts are below lol

so. she has been sparsley used in a wrestling capacity--especially post backlash--falling primarily into a manager role, which for people like me who really love to see her wrestle, is annoying as hell... but i digress. her insistent interference with dom's matches in particular works in a narrative capacity--because it ultimately shows that dom cannot get a win without her. she is frequently involved in the mens side of things by proxy of being apart of TJD, and whilst it was fun for a while, people are really starting to get annoyed by it--myself included. but ultimately, it keeps her name in people's mouths and she is on tv every single week. the numbers she pulls on social media are excellent, she gets great crowd reactions, has some of the best selling merch--like, the girl is ooooover.

(i do wish that they would pull the trigger on some intergender stuff with her--because rhea has been vocal about wanting to make history--and she has experience with it from RCW... but anyway.)

i have wondered, for a while, what the deal was here? but given some recent bits of info from fightful it's becoming a bit clearer. it seems that rhea is minimising her time spent in the women's division so that the scene outside of the title can flourish--and that seems pretty obvious now that becky/zoey/trish, is The women's story on Raw. The women's tag stuff on RAW has especially gotten a lot more time recently... and i would say that a lot of that is to do with rhea happily taking the backseat and only really being invloved with TJD stuff.

She is seemingly unconcerned with is going on with her own creative which is fairly honourable (also, A Choice imo)... and given how much Rhea is liked backstage, how often other women want to work with her, how often she is put over by other talent, how that comment about her allowing her opponents to get more offense in would-be squashes, how often she appears all over RAW? Yeah, doesn't surprise me how she has opted for this atm--she's too fucking nice, and tbh, a consumate professional. (during the royal rumble, rhea bumped and sold like a maniac for every woman who got in the ring...... it is really a wonder she's in the position she is? nope) BUT... does it piss me off that she is being used in this way? oh yeah. but after becky ripped her a new one the other evening in a delicious promo, i don't envision it being like this for much longer (i hope). becky (theoretically) getting into her head about being a 'main event sidepiece', and how she isn't worthy of the title, and then in a promo from the week prior she gets sort-of put down by raquel... like, my goodness, finally, a bit of set-up for some stuff down the line? crazy.

rhea, the "dominant" champion actually having to prove herself to would be competitors is an interesting narrative, given that she is THE division heel? fun, her character work in TJD has been great--lets do more. ...and then rhea, despite being the champ, is not being treated as the main-eventer in her own faction--and i think bringing up a bit of bitterness on her end would be a good idea.

(and oh my god... when she or dom eventually turn on one another? sgdhjjddjdjddk) people are blaming this on her knee and saying that she should be stripped of the title (LOL)... which i think is kind of hilarious and disingenuous given that nattie has been deadlifted into a riptide all over the house show circuit, and that she can just casually pick up damian's big ass. you cannot do that shit if your knee is absolutely fucked. girl has been working with these injuries since she was a teen by the looks of it, and well, it hasn't stopped her yet.

but ultimately... i think this is going to be a slow burn reign. and given that we are three months in and rhea has done nothing but piss people off, it can only improve. they're not throwing the women's roster at her to beatdown, because who is she going to wrestle for the next 'x' amount of months if everyone is already beaten. they're only lightly teasing her feuds with raquel and becky, and they're reaaaaaally dragging out this nattie feud. competitors need to be built, and RAW, despite what certain IWC members say, has plenty of women who can go toe-to-toe with rhea--and best believe, rhea can--AND WILL--go out of her way to make her smaller opponents look credible.

Candice, Indi, Zoey, Piper, Tegan, will all make great opponents, but there needs to be some investment in them, and we have actually seen this with Zoey in particular. Becky and Raquel (and maybe Trish) are currently the big two (three)... but i am also hoping for Beth Phoenix to turn up again--and that is a match that Rhea is on record wanting quite badly.

(i am also expecting some roster jiggery at some stage because the Smackdown side is absolutely crammed with all the upper-card gals...)

anyway, they aren't firing on all cylinders yet--because this is going to be a long reign imo. they aren't exhausting all the feuds right off the bat, because there is a real risk of burnout if it all goes a bit too fast.

right, that's all i got. this is too fucking long already.

[hydrasquadd]

Inktober day 1

Gargoyle

Featured: @shatered-soul , Pearl (doesn't have blog :(

IMKTOBER LETS GO

We don't talk about the last time where I didn't finish it SHSMSM

that's why I'm doing digital this year because

I draw digital multiple times a day, every day anyway so

And also I'm moving and my art supplies are packed OPSUPSSSSS

Ok so

I decided to include a little bit under the posts this year to kinda talk about the arts and stuff because it's fun and a lot of these have funny meanings sjsksnjsjaskak

ALSO some of them will inevitably have HSS spoilers because these are all based on sys shit and so is HSS so uhhhhh

I'll include the tag hss spoilers or something if u don't want to see it.

OK moving on

Yes they are the same colors as last time, I literally color picked them from the old images LSJAJKAK

You may be wondering why mr green man looks so different, it's just the funny little "nogard form" or a dark world form just + horns and ears because reasons (For context, Nogard is an extension of headspace that is just an entire planet with a ton of shit, like the "main four" alters (by main four I mean like, the alters who where prominent when we discovered we where a system so they're like, important? In Nogard's creation.) They have entire kingdoms. The Acid Jungle is Codi's, the Endless Abyss is Pearl's, the Sun's Ocean is KN's, and the Lunar Planes are Truth's. Kris was just basically made big boss of the whole thing (because nobody was confident enough to try to take them down from leader position that they gained by fucking murdering people lmao), so they just kinda watch over the entire world? It's crazy but like, I'm not going the one to piss them off so- /hj) it's also been setting to a bit of VATP content. That's probably where it's known idk when I've ever posted about it outside of that. And yes it's technically a dark world since the main people responsible for it's existence are Deltarune fictives)

So the main idea for this one is sort of a play on the prompt. Since it's gargoyle, the immediate reaction is to draw the whole damn dragon. But it goes deeper then that. Since Pearl (the dragon) was basically the first split tm made to literally fight people, she's like the ultimate protector. So running on that I decided to add the current protector also, who is Sal. (Pearl barely fronts anymore so even if she is a protector, she isn't THE protector.) There is actually another protector in sys but I didn't feel like drawing them. (LMAO get fucked.) For no reason more then I really just didn't feel like drawing a whole nother person.

And I thought it would be cool if it was scary so that's why there's a smile on the face screen thing

It really stands out. I think I was planning to make Pearl's eyes glow but haha oops that didn't happen oh well.

I really haven't drawn Pearl's big wof dragon form in a while. Though it is THE iconic appearance she takes on, she's not a direct fictive of any character, more of like, oc fictive? I've heard that can be a thing so there you go. She fits into the world but isn't an existing character. She also will be a cat. Just a cat

[fruiteggsaladit]

I'm so invested in an annoyed Keiko. A fed-up Keiko. A genuinely angry and Pissed Off Keiko. I'm so resistant to her having friends among the Urameshi team bc I want her to have beef with them just so I can feel enriched by her rage!

Mostly I feel it's most logical if she's pissed at Kuwabara for something - they know of each other from school and know each other through Yusuke. The others she knows too little to have strong feelings about (she doesn't even remember getting assaulted and nearly made into a demon by Hiei!).

Him disrupting the wake could have had consequences! What if he managed to knock over the items on the altar? Or even knocked the box so badly that Yusuke's corpse fell out a little? Or what if this was upsetting to Atsuko and Keiko grew angry that he wasn't behaving well (while she was, and she was Yusuke's best and childhood friend.)

She could be pissed off about something "stupid", but I'm very fond of the concept of her being Pissed and Right For It! Especially fond of Kuwabara "All women are queens!!!!" Kazuma having constant interactions w a girl who does not make it a secret that she dislikes him and he can't even say she's wrong for it. He wants to make up for it! But Keiko won't let him because she's uninterested in that.

These started as tags but then it devolved into yyh alternate universes concept so I'm putting them into the main text here:

We need more aus goddamit! #5

Abstract:

Kurama and Keiko know each other before Kurama knows Yusuke through a study group that was a guise for group date possibilities but then turned into an actual study group.

Kurama would be next logical target of Keiko's ire if one was to be making something up, a studious person who goes to a human school in the human world and who she knows through Yusuke and Kuwabara. Do you get more upset if a walrus stole your grandfather clock or if a fairy did it?

She could be upset with him for being smarter than her, and this appearing to be an effortless intelligence. Big fish meets bigger fish in a new pond sort of feeling. Regardless if they both needed to study in academic matters to get the results they wanted, Kurama getting better grades if they had the opportunity to compare could be an easy sore spot for Keiko.

Maybe it could be an after-school inter-school study session.... Noting his good results, Keiko compliments him, and Kurama is being a touch too humble and polite for Keiko's liking, doing the "It's not much, not really" routine four rounds more than necessary, and things quickly devolving from there.

Sudden inspiration from Saiki K: what if Kurama purposefully got himself good-enough grades instead of perfect grades so as to seem more like an average human boy who doesn't want to rock the boat in any way. Oooh, this would definitely piss off Keiko if she ever got close enough to realise! She believes in effort! She would not like this, I think she'd understand if given an explanation and accept it, but she still would not like that. Growing up with Yusuke, her first instinct might even be that Kurama would be getting average grades on purpose for the kick of it.

Kurama would know she doesn't like him or bears some grudge against him, and I don't think he'd mind it very much, but he would be impressed (sweatdrop kind) that she can keep a straight face for the most part while studying with him and the others in the study group.

Surprisingly and somehow that's enough to create a genuine friendship between them, which is a strange but pleasant surprise to Yukimura "You're the only Real One here" Keiko and a balm to Kurama's "my mum is fucking dying" and Hiei's "I'm enslaving humanity and am not noticing you being uncomfortable with it as a half-human with human family".

Does he reach out to her when shit gets real? No, but he won't do that even with Shiori, his mum, or Maya, a presumably childhood friend whose memory pertains to Kurama he erases!!

Boy does it feel awkard though to see her in the Hiei-Yusuke confrontation though! And when Keiko eventually sees him again and can recognise him.

[moonoo-yaps]

anyway since it's midnight now time for some nsfw ✨ (talking about what in hell is bad)

bro I still can't get over how in what in hell is bad they make you do a little quiz at the start to decide which love interest you get like that's wild and some of the questions are,,,, interesting,,,,,,

the way I ended up with satan (wrath) AND NOT ONLY THAT but his "mental illness" is depression??? 😭 man

and his kink is listed as spanking which 🧍🧍🧍 I have no comment on

haven't played through much but like the first h scene using "solid object" and "hot thing" took me tf out 😭😭😭 LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON HELP ⁉️⁉️⁉️ AND THE COMPARISON TO PISS???? I CANT

I actually kinda like how out of pocket and horny on main the mc is its rly wild 💀 like I can't believe the opening scene is them getting off and then an angel appears to kill them

not adding tags I don't want people to find my silly little rambles I'm just saying shit for no reason other than being a silly goofy guy ‼️

[fluffyprettykitty]

Bind

Pairing: Frank Castle x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1200 words

Outline: You don't feel like playing nice tonight but Frank knows how to work you just right.

Warnings: choking, belt kink, dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink, overstimulation, rough sex, penetrative unprotected sex, degradation, praise, brat taming, spanking, slight dacryphilia, creampie, not beta'ed. all mistakes are my own, if I didn't tag something pls let me know!

Author’s Note: I wanted to try something with a belt kink for a while now, could say is a follow-up to Tactical. As always many thanks to the fairy thotmother @wint3r-h3art

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Frank Castle Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

"Are you going to play nice?"

You whimper and take a deep breath adjusting yourself on the bed. You had long chosen today that you would not in fact play nice.

"Daddy needs you to use your words, sweetheart, come on."

You pout and wiggle under his touch.

"No."

You say loud and clear when a mischievous grin appears on your face. Frank lets go of your hands and rise up adjusting himself. He slowly unbuckles himself and begins to remove his belt. Your eyes light up at the prospect. Frank was surprised when he found out how much into pain and torture you were.

"You wanna piss daddy off, little girl?"

You only giggle rubbing your legs together slowly while pouting at him. Frank takes a deep breath and brings the belt between the palms of his hands.

"Turn around, hold on to the sheets, come on."

Excitedly you position yourself on all fours on the bed arching your back and holding on to the sheets wiggling your ass towards him. Frank takes a moment to admire you like that before running his finger over your ass line and pussy lips. You had only just started getting wet. He chuckles and shakes his head. God, you were such a good little pet.

"Count."

He instructs you and then lands a harsh whip with the belt across your ass cheeks. You wail out in pain shaking your head, feeling the heat moving through each cell of your body. Again, you wouldn’t play nice today.

"Harder, daddy!"

You yell out, not wanting to follow his commands for now. Frank rolls his eyes and lands another harsh whip on your ass making you cry out harder than before.

"Count or I am not finishing with you tonight."

He warns you wearing a strict expression on his face.

"No, daddy!" You cry out and whimper turning your head to look at him in disbelief, remembering that time a month ago, he locked himself in the bathroom wanking just to make you hear it.

"That was the second one. I counted, daddy."

You smile sweetly at him and wiggle your ass, a red line already visible.

"I can't wait to have your big fat cock fucking me stupid, dripping inside me. I want you to cover me in your cum daddy."

You were extremely talkative during the act which had surprised Frank at first considering how much you don't seem to like talking outside of it. He licks his lips together as he is feeling his cock getting harder. He is stroking his beard while he is looking at you weighing his options.

"Daddy wants to fuck me stupid, leave me all red and full. I don't want to walk tomorrow, daddy. I know you do, I can see it."

You continue batting your eyelashes at him, ass up in the air, ready for him, juices dripping down your thighs.

"I know your cock is hard, daddy, I know you want to bury it inside my pussy and have your way with me."

Frank looks at you when your pussy is clenching on nothing in your own words.

"You are such a fucking whore, Y/N. Jesus Christ."

Frank takes a step closer to the bed and climbs on it.

"Yes, daddy, fuck me hard, please!"

You excitedly proclaim bucking your ass to him.

Frank has a different idea though. He takes the belt and wraps it around your neck pushing it back to him, choking you.

"You talk far too much, princess. Daddy likes it when you shut up."

You try to whimper but the belt has you on a good chokehold while you feel him lining up his cock to your entrance. He slowly pushes the tip inside, the large head already filling you up so well. The next thing you hear is him taking off his shirt and throwing it next to your head. He pushes back the belt again as you try to hold on to the bedframe desperately and he pushes the rest of his fat cock inside your pussy stretching you out. You can feel your insides burning, your vision getting hazy. Frank lets himself go and starts thrusting onto you roughly, moving you on his cock while you are trying to buck your ass to him.

"You like that? Daddy fucking you like the stupid whore you are?"

His words only made you wetter, you loved being used like this. He is thrusting inside you hard. Then he is loosening his grip on your neck with the belt throwing it on the floor and slipping out of you to flip you around. Frank grabs your wrists and pins them above your head and shoves his cock inside your pussy again. He continues just as rough shaking the whole bed underneath you while you are both groaning loud. Sounds like a noise complaint waiting to happen.

The bed is getting shoved against the wall, while Frank's thighs bury you deeper inside the mattress. Small silver tears are falling from the corner of your eyes, yet this is exactly what you want. Frank uses his free hand to slap your face, shaking you up and making you whimper more. He cups your face and then spits over your open mouth, watching you dutifully shallow it all.

"You want my fucking cum, you stupid slut? You want daddy to fill this needy cunt?"

He groans looking at you with a feral look on his face. You are sweaty, aching, and wanting nothing more than to finish. You nod your head as best as you can at his tight grip and Frank grunts out your name. He pistols his hips uncontrollably resting inside you when he feels the first ropes of cum spilling out of him. He slowly moves his hips to make sure to shoot all of his cum inside you.

“Jesus fuck, Y/N. Fucked and bred like the stupid little whore you are.” He looks at you and smiles.

"What do you say to daddy?"

He breathes out loosening his grip a little.

"Thank you, daddy. Thank you."

"Atta girl."

He gives you a soft smile and sets your hands free as starts softly kissing you. He begins to move his hips again, and you melt at his touch. As much as you liked it rough, you loved it when he changed up the pace. He moves his hips sensually and slowly, moving his hand over your pussy, shoving a fat finger inside towards your clit. He begins to rub it slowly and it makes you cum instantly crying out his name holding on to his huge biceps.

"Atta girl."

He praises you and takes his finger off you bringing it to your face immediately. You eagerly take it inside your mouth and start sucking it off. What a good little pet you made, indeed. Frank picks up the pace and starts moving his hips again, fucking you hard, loving to shove his own cum deeper inside you. Your hands wrap around his hand as he is shoving his finger deeper inside your mouth. You can feel your eyes shutting and all you could wish for is for him to never stop fucking you.

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ꜱ/ᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ │ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ

↳ characters: satoru, itadori, megumi, toji, nanamin, sukuna.

↳ warnings: it's fluff part, so there's no angst or hurtful things [some parts might be spicy].

↳ butler's remark: finally have dropped the last part of this angst theme.i don't know what kind of dr#gs i used when i was writing the last three.

↳ part one;

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

he'd be very sad and angry at himself for screamed at you. he didn't mean to push you away because of his fatigue. as he recalled the phrase you dropped before leaving: 'i'm gonna cuddle with megumi-kun' this phrase goes on and on in his head as he runs into your room. he knocked first, hoping you're alone. he knocked again, but there's no response.

'my baby, i'm so-so-so sorry, baby.' he just jump to the bed, wrapping arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. 'no, don't cry because of me, i'm the worst boyfriend ever.' he kisses the top of your head.

yuuji will cry with you if you'd continue to sob your nose, burying your face as deep as it's possible in itadori's chest, unable to deny his necessity. he's comforting you in his arms, whispering praising phrases about you.

'i was a fool, y/n, please forgive me.'

'promise me you'll never scream at me like that.'

instead of words, but kissed your lips, nodded his head. yuuji will show his love and affection by kisses and hugs, holding you tight to keep you from running away.

'y/n, i love you.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

you've decided not to leave but stay home, waiting as long as his malice calm down. you were waiting for him in the bedroom, still grieved by the last words. you know megumi wasn't serious - he hates being beaten up by todo or satoru, you also know that he'll be a puppy right after a bath.

he showed up in the room in the home shorts, aimlessly rubbing the back of the neck, breathing out what caught your attention.

'i shouldn't have let the anger gets the best of me, y/n.'

bruises and abrasions are coaxed on his upper body and face as it brings the pain when he sits on the bed. he again rubs the skin, nervous to ask you to heal him.

'i-i would like..'

'i'll heal you, 'gumi.'

he smiles, seeing you tenderly how you treat wounds. he thought you were going to kill him after the acuteness, but here you are, helping your lover.

'i don't deserve you y/n, you always have been so kind to me. i'm sorry for being a moron, my angel, i didn't mean it.'

you took him of guard by a quick, yet lovely kiss on the lips.

'i will make it up to you, i will change.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

you may think it'll take days or weeks for him to the realization of what did he do. you were a naive one by leaving the gold wedding ring on the table, thought he won't notice.

'i am not a servant or errand girl, i'm his wife!'

perhaps, you thought he won't sniff as you're leaving the house, silly. he has a perfect hearing to hear where you're going and what you left.

'what a jerk i fell in love for, had the misfortune to marry that...'

'to marry that?'

he finished your sentences, turning your body by your arm.

'need a woman to meet your needs, toji? i've had enough.'

his strong arm didn't let you a chance to leave the place you stand, only pulling you by the chin to look into the loving eyes.

'fool, you're my woman, my wife, and the mother of my future children.'

'regret?' he gasped into your lips before kissing them, nibbling lightly on your lower lip.

'i'll do anything to make you forgive me. should i ea-?'

'home, toji, home!'

'by the way, if you ever take the ring off, ohh. doll~'

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏᴜ: [i think i was h1gh, no hate on me after]

i heard about the woman that have called her boyfriend about thosand or more times, so.. it's satoru. satoru has been calling you since you've left the house, maybe, you'd pick up the phone if you weren't be fury at your boyfriend.

you were walking in the park where gojo first confessed his love. your first kiss and something more than a kiss. that place you will always remember is the tallest and oldest tree in the park. noticeable and stately. as you came to the tree you heard someone behind you.

'you knew it's my place, y/n!' what? is that a touchy voice?

'whatever i'm leaving.'

'where do ya goinnng~~'

'home.'

'fine, i'm walking home too. take you home?'

'we live in the same house.'

'that's better! wanna watch netflix and chill?'

i'd say you're mad at him, but i'll lie. he's so funny and cute, how can you resist?

'don't act like a clingy, gojo.'

'you began first. ok-ok, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.'

you had to gag him with a kiss because he would have continued talking nonsense. acting like a child. he lifted you by the waist, kissing you and whispering sweet phrases.

'i love when you're clingy, my baby, i was- i feel so bad due to the work, my angel. soon we'll be going on the mission.'

he lowered you to the ground, kissing you on the tip of your nose.

'let's pick some flowers and make a wreath, shall we?'

'we'll get arrested.'

'you can run, y/n.'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

you were taking a bath on your own, drowning in the tears - as you've mentioned you're overly clingy and vulnerable and nanami had had known this. he knew you could be sticky when you haven't seen him in a few hours - but does it badly? he knocked twice on the door, waiting for your response.

'darling, mm-' he hesitated as if you'll reject him. 'may i come in?' you only made a quiet mumbling sound, but it was enough for him to enter the bathtub.

he took off his suit, joining you. no matter how much you try, he will see your weeping eyes.

'i shouldn't have yelled at you over a hard day. darling, come to me, tell me how your day went.'

'not before you tell me about yours.'

you sat on his lap, massaging his sturdy, tired shoulders, helping him relax.

'taking a bath like that with you after a day's work is what i like best.'

he kisses your lips as your palms still find themselves on his shoulders. anyway, nanami doesn't want his future wife to cry over him - he'll be the best husband.

ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ:

it has been weeks since you didn't interact with the king: neither you didn't come to his domain nor answer on his questions. when his sudden mouth appeared on yuuji's cheek, asking you to immediately come to his domain, you didn't feel the need to respond sukuna, irritating him.

you were waiting 'till the king will utterly be pissed off by your behavior, taking the possession of the vessel body to finally have a conversation with you.

'y/n, do something! sukuna has been so furious that i can hardly restrain him.'

'the king wants to see the stupid girl?' you crossed arms over the chest, letting out a sigh of relief - finally. 'i'm coming, sukuna.' you touches yuuji's chest to find yourself being instantly on sukuna's lap.

'you've been ignoring me for weeks, woman.'

'i wonder why? because i'm stupid and clingy?'

sukuna pulled the loose strands of hair out of your face carefully, so as not to hurt you with a claw. he cups your cheeks, making you stare directly at him in the eyes.

'i won't say it twice, so hear me out.' he kissed your lips with fondness, which was not characteristic of him. 'i'm sorry, okay?'

from now on, you can show off that the king of curses said sorry to you. be proud of yourself, 'till his eyes are cast dark hue, palms found themselves on your hips.

'i've been alone for days and days, y/n,' you could feel something raising underneath you. 'and why through all bastards you've chosen satoru?'

someone is jealous..

however, i have a feeling that there will be some sort of sequel...

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Vicious

Part VI

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1567.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

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You spent the rest of your evening like a somnambulist, barely able to concentrate on your projects before you went to bed, barely finishing half of the things you planned for today. Even the change of locks didn't make you as happy as you thought it would. It felt like something between a dream and a nightmare.

Lying in the dark, you stared at the ceiling, thinking of what happened just a couple of hours ago. Why did he do it? Was it just out of habit and didn’t mean anything? Naturally, with his appearance and easy-going attitude, he probably dated many girls and didn’t think much before kissing someone he liked.

Remembering the way he talked to you in the morning, you thought he must have pretended to be shy around you. Thor certainly wasn’t sheepish.

Was it all a sham? Was Loki right about all of them, playing their roles to get close to you? You couldn’t forget the way Thor looked the moment he told you about being smart. It was like something switched inside him, and for a second you saw the real Thor who was far from being your simple, good-natured athlete.

Why did you keep thinking about that stupid kiss even after seeing the man could be dangerous?

Aroused and angry, you tossed and turned until you fell asleep.

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Waking up was especially tough, despite the fact you didn't really do much yesterday, meaning you were going to spend your weekend studying. Shoot, and that's when you planned to visit that new chocolate boutique in the city. Maybe you could still make it if you spent more time studying today?

But then again, going to the city alone might be a bad idea. Even if the guys who stole your things were beaten, it didn't mean it had always been the same people following you. The school was full of weirdos, in the end. What if somebody went after you? Steve would definitely say you had to bring one of your guards with you.

Damn. It was better staying in the dorm then.

"Good morning! Are you ready?" Peter's voice broke through the silence, and you flinched, hurriedly applying some lipstick because you didn't have enough time to put your makeup properly.

Well, at least you were fully dressed.

"Just give me a second!" Picking up your bag, you put your shoes on and opened the door, looking at a young guy who's face was lit up like a Christmas tree. "Hi!"

He definitely liked what he saw, and you felt your cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. From the very start of the semester Peter acted very sweet around you, and you thought you could be friends with him. He wouldn't do something as ugly as blackmailing, would he? Thor said it too. Clearly, Steve was exaggerating.

"Did you sleep well? I've heard you changed your lock, so now it'll be better."

"Ugh, I hope so. But I still sleep with my dresser blocking the door." Sighing, started walking, afraid to look in the faces of other students, hurrying off to school.

They must have been disgusted, watching you being friendly with one guy after being all lovey-dovey with the other just yesterday. Although you didn't see anyone in particular, you were sure somebody saw Thor kissing you. And now you were walking the corridors with Peter.

"By the way, what's your Insta?"

What? Your Instagram? Whatever for? Although you had no idea why he needed it, you let him add you, by the time leaving the dorm and walking towards the main building.

Suddenly, Peter got pretty close, his arm on your waist as he lifted up his phone and hummed, "Look here and smile!"

Before you realized what he was doing, the boy kissed your temple, and you heard the sound of a photo being taken by his front-facing camera. What the Hell?!

"Peter!" Pissed at him, you quickly break free and stepped back, but he was already looking at his phone, editing the photo and posting it almost immediately.

You heard your phone buzz when he marked you on the photo.

"That's a good one. You look very cute here."

"What are you doing?!"

"Making a proof we're dating, of course?"

You were taken aback by the sincerity in his voice, and Peter smiled from ear to ear like an excited teenager, showing you the picture: it wasn't that bad, and you looked as if you were slightly embarrassed by Peter's closeness. Oh, of course. He had to convince his friends he was dating you, but he didn't kiss you on the lips that could make other people too suspicious. Instead, friends of Barnes or, say, Thor, would still think it was all for show, and it was their friend who dated you for real.

Shit, Steve's plan was incredibly complicated, and you didn't like it at all.

"Oh, alright." You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the ground, and Peter laughed.

"We'll make a TikTok dance later. If you wanna make people talk, just use your social media." He winked at you and put the phone in the pocket of his pants, resuming walking, and you moved along, your face still hot.

God, what did these guys got you into? You felt like you were lost in the middle of a play, not even having a script to read what was your role in all this.

Before you parted your ways, going to a different classrooms, Peter talked about videogames, the upcoming Resident Evil - apparently, his favorite franchise - and some Dota tournament, but you didn't know much about it, and Peter offered to show you his favorite games "because you can't spend all your time studying!"

He was as careless and sweet as always, but you couldn't get Steve's words out of your mind. Damn, if only you could know for sure that Peter didn't blackmail anyone. Who could you talk to about it? Obviously, not Peter himself, but every time he spoke you had that nagging feeling you needed to talk to him. You barely kept your mouth shut before he went to a different room.

Ugh, why didn't you transfer anywhere else when you still had a chance? Obviously, now you could only drop out of school, and it definitely wasn't something you were going to do.

Luckily, the next couple of hours you were busy with your classes, trying your best to prepare for the upcoming exams. The academy held high standards, and even though you were a good student, it still took lots of efforts to keep up the good work. How Thor even managed to get enrolled, judging by the fact he hated studying and often skipped classes?

Ah yes, he mentioned something about getting a scholarship from the academy for his success in the sport.

By the lunch time you were drained, listening to Peter chatting with an absent-mindedly epxression on your face. Funny enough, Peter's grades were better than yours, even though he spent much less time studying. What, was he some genius like Loki? You felt a little envy.

"I gotta go take my tracksuit, I have PE next," the boy said, and you nodded, throwing away the leftovers of your lunch.

As you stood close while he grabbed his sportclothes, you heard two guys talking behind the lockers to your right.

"Have you seen her today? She's with Parker!"

You tensed immediately. Of course, they were talking about you.

"Yeah, so what?"

"She was with Thor yesterday!"

Watching you froze on the spot, Peter stilled too, listening carefully. Oh shit, you hoped no one cared about who you went with - why should they, in the end - but, apparently, you were drawing too much attention simply because you were a girl among hundreds of male students.

"So what?" The other guy asked impatiently, growing tired of this conversation.

"Are you stupid? She's going out with them! I bet she's looking for a guy." The first student said with excitement, and you cringed. No, you weren't going out with anyone, you wanted to stop the weirdos from following you and steeling your things. Was it too much to ask?

"Yeah, who cares?"

"We have three fucking girls in the whole school, and you don't care if one of them could be going out with you? Besides, this one's pretty. I'd fuck her!"

You felt like you were going to puke any moment. Why on Earth did you decide to transfer to an all-boys school? It was like the whole school were a men’s room filled with stupid-ass guys, and you were locked inside, forced to listen them talk junk.

"You'd fuck a sheep, weirdo. Go get yourself a girlfriend if you can’t stop thinking with your dick.”

Laughing, the guy left, and his friend followed him, shouting something stupid while you breathed out a sigh of relief. Of course, you knew there would be some talk, but you didn’t expect it to be so... gross. Were you really gonna spend the two remaining years here?

Watching you getting frustrated, Peter gently touched you by the arm and said softly, “Don’t worry. They won’t talk rubbish about you.”

“What do you mean?” Suddenly thinking of Steve’s words, you blurted out exactly what you were thinking of the whole day, “Are you going to blackmail them with something?”

“I... what?”

Part VII

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Alex at St Bartleby's au | no fairies au

that I'll probably never get to write so. There's a plot sketch. Feel free to do anything with it.

->Alex Rider gets send to St. Bartleby's undercover to inquire Artemis Fowl II about Artemis Sr.'s plans, who seemingly faked his own death and continues to operate

->he has no idea that Artemis is a criminal mastermind and has been the one behind every Fowls' shady bussiness for few years now

->Alex is aware of Artemis' intelligence but thinks of him as harmless loner, and tries to befriend him to gain information. You know how wrong he is.

->They spend a few weeks/months together at school before artemis even looks at Alex. They have to do one of these group school projects Artemis despises so much. He manages to piss him off so much Artemis can't stand it anymore and has to speak up about how annoying Alex is.

->They quickly discover their true intentions from there. 'This idiot is a spy? Hilarious'/'Wise guy's the real villain? Please' and 'Yeah, I'll show this guy what I'm capable of.'

->It not that they fight all the time. They compete in getting to know each other's deepest secret. The main goal is to make the other person trust them. Convinced that the other person has no idea they are being manipulated... they both confess a lot about their families, fears and problems. (Strangers to enemies, to friends(to lovers?))

->They pretend to be interested in each other to mess with their 'opponent'. Their competition to win the favor of the latter quickly turns into a passive-aggressive flirtation. No, they don't notice, as a rule.

->Things start escalating and boom! the whole school think they're dating. Instead of breaking the rumor, Artemis makes a detailed lecture about LGBTQ community and why homophobia and/or transphobia is stupid. This is probably a lightbulb moment for Alex, who he finds himself staring the whole time.

->They're sort of dating. Not sure when it started but it's not as anything has changed except official status. Physical contact isn't for them, and they have to remember that this isn't real: they both have their respective motives. They don't kiss nor hold hands, cuddle, nope. More like spending evenings in school library, appearing at Alex's every game, solving riddles together, helping in class, as a love language. Not that Alex wouldn't like a kiss, but he respects Artemis' boundaries.

->Artemis Sr? Probably dead. Or... Artemis learns about his whereabouts and is ready to risk everything in order to find him. He breaks and asks Alex for help. And Alex? No way he would refuse. He knows how it feels to lose someone so important.

->The whole 'spy and criminal' conflict of interests be damned. Friends come first.

tags if it was ao3: enemies to friends to lovers?, or are they queerplatonic, it's up to interpretation, mutual pining, slowburn, idiots to lovers, banter, personal growth, self-discovery, trust issues, bisexual alex rider, asexual demiromantic artemis fowl, past child neglect, mentions of canon-typical violence, identity issues, mild discussions of trauma, but mostly fluff, except they have to go to the therapy after they end their own arctic incident, etc

[adelior]

Name: Unconditionally

Author: R. Adelio

Genre: Romance, Minecraft, Comedy, Fluff

Main Lead: Technoblade, Dreamwastaken, DreamXD

Female Lead: Reader

Chapter: 3

Special Addition: Tchnomaid, Blob Dream, Accidental Marriage To Technoblade

Letters: 8,087

Tag: Territorial Behavior, Delusional Behavior From Wilbur, Wilbur Slowly Tipping Away Into Madness, Fluff, Possessiveness, Deep Kisses, Blob Dream

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Wilbur stood up, his fists clenching. You noticed the odd behavior coming from the brunette, it was unusual for him to look so stressed, and on top of that bothered. "Wil, what's wrong? You can't just lie to me if something is happening" You caught the way his fists tightened. "Don't worry, it's nothing."

He gave you a reassuring smile, turning to the door and leaving you behind with a questionable expression on his face. Wilbur looked pissed, but what could it possibly be that made him this distressed.

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"M-Mm.." You whimpered, eyes closed as the being kept exploring your mouth with its tongue. His eyes narrowed, enjoying the way your body reacted so naturally to his. "So obedient even in your slumber." The blonde complimented but stopped in his tracks when he sees a man in the corner of his eye.

XD quickly became defensive, hiding your unconscious body under his cloak. "What the.." Wilbur's eyes widened, teeth pulled back into a snarl. "LET HER GO-" The God chuckled, softly patting your head from above his cloak. "A mere human, ordering me to submit what is mine? How ridiculous." He said as he looked down, admiring your kissable lips.

"I'll fucking kill you if you don't let her go."

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Even thinking back to what he saw gave him the shivers. A God, specifically DreamXD being infatuated with a human? And not just any human, but it just had to be you, someone who he sees as more than just a friend. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath as soon as he exited your room. Once he was far away he punched the nearest wall. "DAMNIT."

"Wilbur..-?" Tommy's voice softened, he was about to call out to him but decided that maybe it wasn't a good idea. "What do you want Tommy?!" Wilbur screamed, stepping back once he realized that he had raised his voice. "Sorry, I'm just.. Stressed from all of this" He chuckled, stroking his bangs back with a sigh.

"That's.. fine? But enough from that man, what are we gonna do about the problem? We can't fucking contact Techno or Phil without actually going to where they are"

"Tommy, I'm well aware that it'll take days for us to get there but it's alright. As long as we resolve this problem we shouldn't complain about it."

"What about [Name]? Will we bring her along?" The kid asked, a hopeful look in his eyes. Soot knew how much Tommy wanted you to experience the world, more than anybody else. "We aren't bringing her, neither are we bringing anybody else. It'll just be us two."

"WHAT? Bro, I'm gonna fucking starve out there. Not to mention it's gonna be cold as fuck in that damn tundra." He complained, childishly stomping his feet on the ground. "Tommy, it's for the sake of everyone, for us. Now, will you join me or not?"

Tommy pondered but eventually gave in with a grumble. "Fine, we better stop by at Tubbo's place when we're heading out"

"Deal."

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"If you need anything just let me know," Niki said in a soft voice, pressing her hand against your neck, checking if you have a fever. "Niki- I'm not sick so it's okay!" Despite your words, she still looked somewhat puzzled. As if she couldn't connect something but was restricted to tell you. "Well, alright! I'll be at my cottage so just ping me whenever"

"Alright" You responded. "I'll make sure to keep that in mind" She smiled, turning to exit your room. "Is she doing okay?" Tubbo asked in a worried tone, earning a nod from the passing female. "Thank god.." Sighing, he walked in once Niki left the room. The goat hybrid came closer to where you sat on your bed, his hands behind his back.

"Tubbo?"

"Yeahhhhhh?" He dragged his words along, smiling happily as if he's waiting for you to ask what he was hiding, it made you laugh. "Haha, what's in your hand?"

"Oh, this?!" Tubbo happily revealed the flower crown, one that he crafted himself. It took a few hours, but he was able to pick out your favorite flowers on his way back during their exposition. "Wait... Is that for me-" He nodded, gently placing the flower crown on your head. "It suits you! I hope you like it"

"Like it? I LOVE IT TUBBO! Thank you! When did you even have time to make this?" You asked, earning a confident 'hah' from the boy. "I was able to pick out a few of your favorite flowers on our way back. I saw them so I asked Wilbur if I was allowed to bring them home"

Too sweet, you thought. Tubbo was a child who always looked at you with stars in his eyes. It was as if you were one of the many thousands of pulsars that adorned the limitless sky, something that he always admired. "Look I even made one for me, so now we match," He said as he showed his own, one that was decorated in yellow, black, and white flowers.

"How does it look?" Tubbo asked with a sheepish smile. "It looks amazing" You returned the same expression, causing the boy to laugh in satisfaction. "Fuck yeah!"

"Tubboooooooo" Fundy said as he peeked from the door, waving at both you and the male. "We gotta go out now, didn't you say you wanted bees for your bee farm?"

"OH YEAH!"

"Bee farm-" You stared at the brunette with a baffled look on your face. "Oh sorry I didn't tell you, but I'm planning to make a bee farm! I love bees"

Smiling, you waved both of them off. It was always nice to hear Tubbo express his liking for bees. You couldn't blame him for liking them, after all, they were cute when they didn't viciously attack you. "Man now I feel fucking old" You muttered, falling back onto your pillows. "Not to mention, everyone has something to do apart from me"

'Damn that just makes me seem like a freeloader' You thought in your head, smirking at how stupid it was. "Wait I could help farm the Nether Warts-" With that, you quickly changed your clothes and head towards the Nether Portal room. 'I could at least do this. And if I get caught I could just say that I'm preparing ingredients for future potions that I'll be brewing.'

You praised yourself, patting your hand against your right shoulder with a smug smile. 'I'm so smart'

Minutes passed, and you've been working away with growing the Nether Wart farm that's been installed beside the Portal. You managed to harvest at least a stack or two before you became tired. It was more tiring than you expected, but you didn't care. Being able to move around was better than sitting in a singular spot.

"Farming Nether Wart sure is tiring huh?" A male voice asked. "It sure is, takes a lot more strength to pull them out compared to normal crops." You replied, groaning. "That may be true but did you know you could easily harvest them if you heated the roots with lava?"

"Oh, rea- WHAT THE FUCK" You realized how familiar the voice was once your brain started to regain energy after all the moving. "You scared the shit out of me Clay-"

"My bad~" He smirked, pushing himself off of the Nether Portal that was.. lit again..? But how, how did the portal appear again? "Since when did that portal reopen?" You questioned, walking past the male who was outstretching his arms, expecting a hug. "How the hell is this..-"

"Rude, I didn't even get a hello how are you hug?" You glared back at him, nodding to the portal that you were curious about, silently telling him to explain himself. "I wanted to see you again, so I thought I should light it."

"Light it? Are you saying you were the one to destroy that portal in the first pla-"

[SLAM]

You stiffened in your spot, back pressing against the wall as you feel Clay's staggered breaths fan over your face. "You know... You should be grateful I came all the way here just to see you, on top of that with an.." He stumbled forward, body leaning over yours as he continued to breathe heavily.

"Hey, are you oka- CLAY YOU'RE BLEEDING-"

"It's fine." The man breathed out, lips dangerously close to your neck. "What do you mean it's fine?! Let me heal you with potions are you insane?!"

"Just.." His voice softened, body slowly getting smaller and smaller. "Let me rest.."

[POOF]

'Huh' You stood there confused, a gust of wind blowing in your direction. He was gone, and what was left was a white blob that happily pressed its cheeks against your neck. "What the- FU-"

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[crestfallercanyon]

ahh look i‘m rereading the death cure (well actually i‘m carefully setting in again where i stopped reading last summer bc it was too painful but nevermind) and it‘s just hitting me again how they in the movies clean switched the „screen“-time newt and minho had in the books.

it‘s newt who‘s gone, minho who gives everything to get him back. minho who is the one who‘s perfectly clear on doing whatever it takes to get newt back, not the other way around (even though that particular scene was cut from the movie as well, argh).

i just like how in the books it‘s more about them as a… group? maybe that‘s simply a product of a movie being shorter and more clearly told through the main character‘s pov — or all scenes and plotlines needing to have a relatively clear tie to the mc.

well. here‘s to the newt and minho we didn‘t get in the movies. (and to us never being able to know what role race played in this.) (were this a post i‘d have put the last part in the tags but here parentheses will have to do) *raises a sad glass*

you don’t have to say much to it, it just struck me.

🤍 tea

(i dont know why i feel the need to sign asks what‘s up with that jsjdjddjsjjs)

we've had long discussions about it so I won't rehash everything here, but, I 100% agree with these observations and have so many other feelings behind this.

I was about to get into a very very large rant about the movies and James Dashner, but, I just don't know if I ever feel like unloading those thoughts on here. To put it briefly, I am dubious of the intentions of James Dashner in propelling Newtmas (especially since it seems very aptly timed to distract from the accusations against him during the metoo movement), and I find it highly suspect how much Newt and Minho were switched.

To the latter point, not a radical point, but I feel there's a lot of evidence of queerbaiting in the third movie. If you watch the way Newt is filmed, he is treated like a YA love interest in film. Frequently you can see the whole length of his body, the long line of his legs. If I remember correctly, he has the most outfit changes in the movies, or at least outfit deviations. (I could remember wrong, I admittedly was drunk last time I was counting). He is often one of the best lit even if he's not important to the scene. The proximity to Thomas is frequent. I can't claim to know much about how the movies were made, but I swear to God if you switched him out with a woman, there would be no doubt in anyone's mind that he'd appear to be the dominant love interest because of how he is filmed. And they never had any intention of changing the books and making Newtmas canon, so, I think it was for queerbaiting purposes.

And unfortunately, in their intentions to queerbait, they also erased Minho. So, in order to commit one thing that pisses me off about the movies, they committed another (and they committed another in the fact that they make Thomas a quintessential protagonist with no guilt, but whatever, and another in what they do to the women, moving on). And, before I say far too much more, it bothers me. It really, really bothers me.

[local-triggerhead]

[Theory/Analysis] The Motives of Each Eugenicist

Wow, look at me rising from the graves and dusting off this account after 800 years like it's nothing. Your Trigger hype beast is back baby, if any of you still remember me.

This post contains spoilers for both Gridman and Dynazenon.

Ahem. I want to make this post to gather my thoughts and better understand the antagonists of the show, as they aren't heavily featured and explored like Akane. It's just my own analysis based on what I can observe in the show, so some parts would be more vague and generate different interpretations. This analysis may seem obvious to some and not so much to others, but I hope it'll offer some clarity regardless. Tl;dr at the bottom.

The General Motive

It's pretty much given in the show. The Kaiju Eugenicists wanted to destroy humanity and create a world where themselves and kaiju can live and be accepted. They believe that the world is a better place as you're no longer being tied down by human bonds, granting you unrestricted freedom beyond even the laws of physics. This is their shared goal. However, each of them have separated purposes and things they want to achieve along with this.

Onija

Let's start with the 2 more obvious cases. Onija clearly stated what he wanted to do - kill all humans. How many times did he yell this out? It's kind of shoved-in-your-face. No other Eugenicists expressed this desire as strongly as he did. At the base level, he simply wanted to live. He was brutally killed once and was determined to not let it happen again no matter what. This is why "I thought I was dead" was a constant running joke. It's also why Onija had a deep personal grudge towards Gauma and humans, who were the cause of his death 5000 years ago.

Juuga

Juuga had a deep admiration for Gauma and looked up to him. Unlike Onija, he didn't wish to oppose Gauma, but to make an alliance instead. When the Eugenicists first appeared, Juuga said:

It's clear from this line that he wanted things to be the way it was 5000 years ago, where they were a group of friends working towards the same goal. He missed and yearned for that carefree time. The original Eugenicist group was the most important thing to him. You can see that he never fought with any other Eugenicists, but remained calm and passive towards them at all times. This attitude only extended towards the Eugenicists, as he had no qualms about killing anyone else for his goal, including the Dynazenon crew.

Even when Mujina stole Dyna Striker, the first thing that came to his mind was using it to negotiate with Gauma and get him back.

Mujina

These last 2 Eugenicists are slightly more complicated to pick apart, as they process things more internally.

At first, Mujina was very indecisive and didn't buy much into this kaiju thing. All she wanted was to finish it quickly so she could leave. She was lost in life and just followed the other Eugenicists around because she had no directions of her own. Then Mujina found Koyomi, someone who also didn't have anything going for himself and just plainly a loser in his life. He was someone she could feel related to. Mujina's attitude supposedly changed after she was tackled by Koyomi, but I believe this just pissed her off and only played a part in her personality shift. The other cause, I think, was Sizumu's encouragement, where she "realized that kaiju is all [she has] got" and that she had to take responsibility for her actions.

Koyomi came to play a major role in episode 11, when Mujina witnessed him starting to look for a job. The only person who she could feel related to was unaffected by the aftermath of the kaiju and moving forward with ease. Meanwhile, Mujina, who had just found her purpose in life, lost it once again and was now completely stuck, as the future where the Eugenicists could live and be accepted was destroyed. When facing such a crisis, one would seek to put the blame on something for all of their problems, and Koyomi just happened to be the perfect target.

Sizumu

Toughest one to crack here, but I'll shoot my best shot. In the beginning, he opposed the Dynazenon crew the least among the Eugenicists. He suggested against killing them, had the most interaction with Yomogi and Yume, and suggested Mujina to return Dyna Striker for seemingly no reasons at all. His main reason for not killing Team Dynazenon was to see more kaiju, and getting close to Yomogi and Yume was for his kaiju to absorb their emotions. However, I believe there was another underlying reason that tied his actions together. He was looking for an alliance.

Contrary to Juuga, the alliance he was looking for didn't only include Gauma, but Team Dynazenon as a whole. To understand why he searched for this, we must first look at what he was. He had an ability that allowed him to hear kaiju voices, which gave him a much deeper understanding of kaiju compared to the other Eugenicists. Due to this, while the others more or less thought of kaiju as a mean to create a world where they can live and be accepted, Sizumu would consider kaiju as his own kind, so much so that he had a severe disconnection with humans. He distanced himself away from even the Eugenicists, almost as if he only tagged along because they shared the same basic goal.

He didn't seek to understand humans, but instead for humans to understand kaiju. His goal was to create a world where not only the Eugenicists were accepted, but kaiju themselves were accepted. He believed that the world was better off like this, because, from his perspective, kaiju could liberate people from human bonds and offer them unlimited freedom. To me, this is rather hypocritical as he never understood why people tied themselves to these bonds in the first place, so he wasn't in a position to say what was better and what wasn't.

Sizumu was the only Eugenicist to mention this kaiju power and express his distaste towards human bonds. He explained this very early on to Yomogi and Yume, and why did he do this, you may ask? Why, to help them understand his views and create an opening for a potential alliance, of course. If his only purpose was to absorb their emotions, then that's quite a lot of unnecessary effort to make himself look friendly and approachable to an uncanny degree, especially when being "friendly and approachable" wasn't his forte. No, he was testing the water to see if he could get them on his side.

Then came an unexpected opportunity for him to determine once and for all if Team Dynazenon can understand and accept kaiju. He let a failed kaiju run free and distracted the Eugenicists away from it (with a tactic he learned from Chise) to see what the Dynazenon crew would do. Some people said that it's to test if any of them were kaiju user, and while that's possible, I think it's a little unlikely. Sizumu only observed them at 2 instances, first was when they started the search for the kaiju, the second was when their beam destroyed the kaiju. Unless the kaiju voices could tell him, there would be no way for Sizumu to know if any of them used Instance Domination, until the very end when Yomogi used it on him. The likelier hypothesis would be: he saw them searching for the kaiju > he saw the kaiju being killed > he surmised that kaiju couldn't exist peacefully with Team Dynazenon, and didn't seem to be particularly happy about it.

From then on, Sizumu decided that they couldn't be his allies thus no longer approached Yomogi or Yume. It seems that he arrived to this final conclusion:

And this is where the series itself left off. Kaiju simply can't co-exist with humans. They are irregulars to the human society. Furthermore, the freedom that they offer can't be allowed to exist as running away from society and real human connections is wrong, even if reality is ugly and difficult to face. This is what make the series similar to Gridman. However, unlike Akane, the antagonists of Dynazenon failed to realized this and didn't get their happy ending.

(A detail that I'd like to mention is that Sizumu was silent during the entire final battle in contrast to the other Eugenicists who were pumping themselves up. It was like he was saying, "Didn't want to do this but I guess you left me with no choice". Though silence can mean anything so it's not a concrete evidence.)

TL;DR and Final Words

This is so much longer than I thought and I really apologize for it. I just don't want to make anyone do logical leaps when reading this post.

Tl;dr:

- Onija wanted to live and had a grudge towards Gauma and humans for causing his death.

- Juuga wanted Gauma to join them again and for things to be back the way it was 5000 years ago. He cared for nothing outside of the Eugenicists group.

- Munija wanted a purpose, found one, then lost it again. She envied Koyomi for regaining his sense of purpose and moving forward with his life.

- Sizumu wanted humans to understand kaiju and a world where kaiju can set humans free from their bonds. Initially considered an alliance with Team Dynazenon, but concluded that them (and people in general) couldn't understand kaiju after all.

- Final message of the show: Go touch some grass and talk to humans you fucking weebs.

Misc

When using Instance Domination, the palms of the Eugenicists always face towards the kaiju. The only exception is the last battle where Sizumu's palm faced towards himself, indicating that the kaiju was inside him. I believe that it was located at the center of his chest, where he shot out that weird magical light beam. Just a small thing I find interesting.

If we want to take it a step further, I believe the seed inside him had already grown into a kaiju, but it was still relatively small until he used Instance Domination on it. Eerie, huh?

And this is more of the theory territory and leaving the analysis, but this could possibly be why he was able to hear kaiju voices. Chise was able to understand Goldburn and translated for him at the end, so maybe having a kaiju inside of you would allow you to understand other kaiju somehow? If this is the case, he would probably have had the kaiju inside of him since 5000 years ago.

There's also this big brain moment from a 4chan user. The resemblance between Yume and Juuga is kinda uncanny considering they're both obsessed with the past.

That's it boys. I'm gonna crawl back into my hole until next century, or until Trigger drops Edgerunners. 8/10 show, VERY underrated gem. Trigger won't stop saving anime.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

“A GOD’S GIFT”.

HAPPY LOWMAN X READER

Prompt 54 requested by @HOOOLI13 and an anon. “She’s my girl”. “I’m what?”

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

WARNINGS: Smutt and fluffy Happy.

AUTHOR COMMENTS: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. The gif isn’t mine.

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** Flaco = skinny man.

The first yawn appears near to twelve in the morning. You've been working for the last six hours with the motorbikes of the crew, after deciding that it was a good time to go over the bodies. Covering your mouth with a hand, making a bad move, you cut the back of the other. A slight scream goes out of your lips. Seeing how the blood begins to sprout, you jump from the floor to take a cloth to wrap it. It's not a deep one, but goes all over the back of your hand and it stings too much. You're not the kind of girl who has a low pain threshold, but you've been feeling weak these last few days and sounds like someone has cursed you.

Walking through the yard, with the work jumpsuit knotted to your waist, you notice that your shirt is stained with your own blood and seems more exaggerated than it really is, just because you shook your hand as a reflex act.

“AYE! The bloody hell, kid?!” Chibs is the first one who practically jumps off of his chair, leaving the cards on the table, to take your arm between his fingers. You release the cloth to show him with a smile forced on your lips.

“You ok?” Happy is worried too, placing his body behind yours, looking over your shoulder. He's not surprised, not as Juice, who has a look of horror in his face. Unbelievable he's a Son' and all the thing he has done.

“Not sure if I should gotta' the hospital. It's not... deep, not even painful, but the body of the bike was covered in grass and oil”. You raise your gaze to the president with a soft shrug.

“Ya' shoul', kid”. He nods after some seconds looking thoughtful.

“Got you, love”. A tattooed arm surrounds your abdomen, pushing you to follow him in his way to the parking on the front yard. “How you did it, uh? What were you thinking about that distracted you?”

Happy looks at you intrigued. He knows you well, he knows how concentrated you are when you're taking care of their motorbikes, but you don't have a correct answer for him. The man clicks his tongue, leaving some hidden caresses on your belly now that you two are so close. And with the hand you placed before on his shoulder, you give him some tickles, with one of your nails trailing the skin of his neck. He pulls himself away abruptly from you, with a shy smile on his face, rubbing the area where your finger was.

It happened seven months ago. You were drunk and you lost a bet against him. One thing led to another, and you began to be friends with benefits, with the difference that you don't fuck with other people. You never talked about it, but seemed like Happy was satisfied with you, and you with him. Even if Chibs told you it was fine, you're not the kind who mixes business and pleasure; but sometimes, you like play soft games like this one. Happy is not someone dearly, and you're sure that you are the closest thing to having a girlfriend for him, but he tries to make you feel comfortable all the time.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

You don't know what's going on, but the emergencies are almost collapsed, so seems like you're gonna have to wait. Another yawn forces your mouth, shaking your head hoping this helps you to stay awake. Happy has an arm on the back of your seat, turning slightly with a raised eyebrow. Now he knows what happened, making him snort looking away. Last night you were talking until very late with Tig and probably you didn't sleep much longer than three hours.

He's not jealous. But he is. But he's not gonna tell you. But you feel it. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's annoying. You come closer with the intention of giving him a kiss on his cheek, next to his lips, before he pushes his face away under a deathly silence that is going to give you some problems today. You try again, and again, till you notice how he's hiding a smile.

“I could do it all the fuckin' day, until you kiss me”. You say proudly, and he already knows it. “Kiss me”. You demand in a whisper with pursed lips, and his eyes challenging you. Your fist goes straight to his shoulder, making him rub it with a mock wince on his face. “Kiss me, you fuckin' jerk!”

“You're so aggressive. You should work on that”. He finally says, making you frown.

“‘YOU’ are calling me aggressive? Seriously?”

Lying his back on the chair, he nods very sure about his words. Fortunately or unfortunately, when he's about to kiss you, with his lips so desperately close to yours, your name sounds through the megaphone. It's been thirty minutes since you came and probably your hand is gonna fall into pieces, if they don't clean it quickly.

Crossing the hallway, you go to the indicated query, having a seat on the hospital gurney unwrapping your hand to show the wound. The nurse moves a small side table, having a look before healing you.

“What happened?” Shanon asks wetting a cotton with alcohol.

“I was working in the workshop, with the bikes”. You say, while your friend shakes his head starting to clean it. “It was with one of the bodies”.

“You're coming to the dinner, tonight?” She inquiries, while Happy is on the opposite corner against the wall.

“Yea'course!”

Wednesday is for girls, because Thursday is your free day. You and your crew meet at Shannon house to have some dinner together, before go to drink some beers in Charming. Usually, you end at Happy's house.

Five minutes later, your hand is covered by a bandage. The nurse gives you a prescription for some analgesics in case you continue feeling pain on it. With a kiss on her cheek, you head out having a look at your hand, moving your fingers for a second. Happy walks by your side, opening you every door on your way, to avoid you have to do unnecessary efforts.

“You wanna me 'ride you home?” He asks, helping you with the helmet.

“Club, please. I've to talk with Chibs”.

He nods. Man of few words. Sometimes it's maddening. But you take advantage of a traffic light a red, tightening your arms a little more on his waist, to kiss his nape dearly. He tries to avoid it pulling away as he can, making you laugh.

“Stop, I'm pissed off”.

“Why? 'Cause I was talking with Tig? He called me, why didn't you?”

He doesn't answers, rolling your eyes with a heavy snort. Dealing with Happy is fucking hard sometimes. He's not the kind of man that talks a lot, mostly in silence listening and judging. And you like it, but just sometimes. And of course, not in a moment like this one.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

“Ya' good, kid?” Chibs walks towards you, hitting softly your forehead with the palm of his hand. “What 'da docta' said?”

“That I should rest the hand today and tomorrow. But I finished your motorbikes, so it's practically like I'm enjoying my free days”.

“If Friday ya' don' feel rai', stay at home. Or come to see us. Three days without ya' is pretty much”. He nods, putting an arm on your shoulders in a warm hug. 

“Wanna whisky, ah?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Hey, what happened”. Tig goes out of the main hallway, walking next to you to take your hand carefully.

“Just a cut”. You shrugs, even if he looks worried.

“Yea', if she had slept more hours, she wouldn' have been distracted”. Happy says, 'cause of course he can't keep his mouth closed as always.

“I'm not talking to you”. He replies with a frown.

“But she's my girl and it's your fault, shithead”.

“What?” You're not sure if your asking for the first thing that he just said, or about the second one.

“And why it's my fault, genius?”

“'Cause she couldn' sleep enough, listening your cocky problems about which legs you should open, 'cause hers are closed”. Happy is sitting calm on a chair, raising his feet and supporting them on the table.

“Ya' know? I'm gonna fuck you up, man!” Tig is angry, looking that the poisoned dart of the other has hit him right where he wanted.

“C'mon! 'Am fuckin' wishing kick your ass!”

Two deer fighting, horns against horns, in a time of constant mating. This is what it looks like, when you have to push them away from the other.

“You're not gonna fuck her! Put those words in your fuckin' damaged brain!” Happy is truly screwed, pointing him with a finger.

“Gentlemen, stop!” Chibs yells sharply, before taking a deep breath. “(Y/N), have Happy and get him the fuc' outta my clubhouse”.

You obey, with your hands on his chest to pull him out. But you know he's not gonna talk to you. Not after you didn't say anything to Tig, feeling like you're defending him. He's walking fast to his motorbike, but so are you, grabbing his forearm to make him stop his footsteps.

“Hey! What has come?”

Happy is staring at you with an impassive grimace on his face.

“What was that I'm your girl?”

“Aren' you?” He asks curious waiting for an answer.

“No, 'cause you didn't tag me”.

“And I'm not gonna do it. It's not necessary. Everyone knows what's between us”.

“Tig does, the bitches around the Sons' don't”. You weren't going to say it, but you couldn't help, spitting it out at last.

The man rolls his eyes taking the helmet of the top of his motorbike. You push his shoulder, calling his attention again.

“Say it!” You shout at him, really upset with the situation, hoping that he finally makes it real.

But there are no words coming out of his mouth, starting the bike before leaving you there alone. You bit your cheek inside, assuming it's over. And hurts. It hurts a lot actually.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

For the first time in years, you're missing the girls night. You're not in a good mood for drink with them, preferring to lie down on the sofa with some tv show that you aren't paying attention to and a big bowl of ice cream resting on your belly.

It's not that difficult, and you don't know why the hell he doesn't say ‘yes, you're my girlfriend’. You feel jealous too, with all these women walking towards the club almost naked, but you have never said anything, drowning your feelings until you couldn't help it anymore. Is he afraid of something? Or, does it mean he only says what you wanna listen to take you to bed?

Some knocks on the front door have your attention, leaving a sigh hoping that it's not a workshop emergency. Leaving the bowl on the table, you go barefoot to the entry, opening it. Happy is there, staring at you.

“Not today, Satan”. You roll your eyes, with the intention of closing the door on his nose, 'cause you're not going to listen the bullshit he has to say.

“I gotta go some days”. He says hoarsely. “Stockton need us. I came to say goodbye”.

Yes, he always does. He drives to your house, gives you a kiss and asks you if you're gonna wait for him, even if he knows that you're going to.

“Enjoy the ride”.

“You're fuckin' annoying, you know?”

“Yes, it's a god's gift”.

“Why is so important to you that I tag you as my ‘girlfriend’?

“If you have to ask, then you don' get it, Happy. And the only reason why are you so jealous of Tig, is because you're fuckin' possessive. Not because of you care about me”.

“You know what I feel for you, don' play fool”.

“No, I'm not. And I'm tired of being your ‘maybe yes, maybe not’, flaco. So it's over. Enjoy your ride”.

You close the door without giving him the chance to reply, holding your tears inside your eyes until you hear the roar of his motorbike.

━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━

One week has passed. He called you and texted you every day, but you didn't reply. So, when you find him at six am at the door of the workshop, it doesn't surprise you. Keeping the headphones in your pocket and throwing away the cigar, you unlocked the big door of the garage, pressing the button of the remote control. And yes, you're ignoring him, but he's waiting to go in the workshop to talk.

Leaving your bag on the main desk, giving him your back, you hear how the metal shutter goes down again. You snort shaking your head for a second, turning on the laptop to check what's on your day.

“You're gonna give me the treatment silent?”

“I have work to attend, Happy. If your bike doesn't need anything, leave”.

“You don' have nothing to do till seven. I asked Matt”. He catches your lie. “We need to talk”.

“No, we don't”. Turning at him, you rest your waist against the desk cross-armed. “I told you what was tormenting me, and you shit in”.

“You wanna hear it? Fine. You're my girlfriend”.

“No, I'm not, Happy. I was”. You sentence. “In past”.

“You are. In present. And you will. In future”. He adds walking towards you. And, even if he looks calmed, he's fucking pissed off. “And I care 'bout you, not only 'bout your pussy”.

“And when did you realize that? After one week practically ignoring your bullshit?” You join to shorten the distance between both, facing him.

He doesn't say anything keeping your gaze.

“You're like a fuckin' mime five years old”. You joke on him in a bad mood. “When you get bored of a toy, you pull it away. And when someone takes the toy, you get furious 'cause you don' have the balls to fight for it”.

“I'm here”. He says, pretending that it's enough for you, pointing his chest with both hands.

“Yea' like a fuckin' statue”.

Losing his mind, he takes off the heavy gold ring out of his finger, putting it in your forefinger 'cause is the only one where fits in without falling off.

“Everybody knows that it's mine. You got it. 'See what it means?”

“I see what it means for the world, but not for me”. You're pushing him into the limits of his patience, till you got what you really want. “Who hurt you so bad that you're not capable of saying ‘I love you’ when you love someone? I'm not asking you to say it all the fucking time, I'm good making it real by just one damn time”.

“These are only words. And I think I've shown you in the last few months”.

“Fuck off, Happy”. You say tired of the talk that is not going to anywhere, taking off the ring and pressing it against his chest.

But before you can continue with your task, he puts his hands around your body pushing you against him. His furious mouth finds yours in a kiss full of anger, guiding you to the nearest table. And even if you want to pull him away, you can't. You missed Happy and you're fucking weak. The ring falls on the floor when you place your hands on his head.

“You're like a fuckin' nightmare”. He groans turning you, to stick your back to his chest, before pull down your jeans as he does with his. “But I fuckin' love you”.

Those words sounds like a sweet melody dancing in your ears, being interrupted when he thrusts his cock inside you making you moan needy. One of his hands travel to your hair, getting tangled in it to tie you arching your back, while he uses the other to stimulate your clit. You don't have much time, but the enough one for an angry quickly to mark his territory again, in case you forgot it.

“Shit, love... You're so fuckin' wet and so fuckin' hot”. He gasps hoarsely in your ear, with your hands clinging on his nape. “'You missed me, uh? 'You missed your flaco?”

“Fuck... 'course I did”. You say with your eyes closed.

With his free hand, he pushes your back on the table making you lie on. Pounding you hard, listening the dry sound that his abdomen produces against your buttocks, he clings his fingers on your hips. You're so close and he knows it when your legs start to tremble.

Happy holds your throat with a hand, getting you up putting your back against his chest, moving faster and deeper, with the free arm around your body.

“Fuck... don' stop... don' stop”. You beg as he loves hearing you.

“Cum for me, love”. He demands you, biting your shoulder and leaving a slight trail of saliva in the mark he's making.

And he doesn't need to ask twice. Crying out his name, without mattering if someone hears you, the orgasm shakes every inch of your body making it burn. But Happy doesn't stop till he fills you completely with a growl full of desire drowned in your neck.

You rest your arms on the edge of the table, with his forehead against your nape and his warm breath bristling your skin, taking a break in which you both recover. He pulls himself away of you, making you moan one last time, to take a rag and clean all the mess. But you're gonna take a shower anyway. Getting dressed again, Happy picks up the ring from the ground, putting it back in your forefinger.

“You're fuckin' beautiful after bein' fucked by me”. He says proudly, leaving a kiss on your cheek with one of his hands in the other. You hold it, closing your eyes for a second, drawing a smile on your face. “Only ‘your flaco’, love”.

You lick your lips nodding, seeing how he presses the button to raise the metal shutter again.

“Good luck working with those shaky legs”.

“You fuckin' disgrace...” You chuckle crossing your arms on your chest.

“Yea', but you love me”. He shrugs with no gesture on his face, as always like a statue, walking away from the workshop.