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Takin' All of Their Air

Hwang Yeji, Aeri Uchinaga (Giselle), Julie Han x Male Reader, 2 original chacaters

Tags: airtight, (lots of) anal, ass stacking, bukkake, couch sex, deepthroating, double penetration, facefucking, faces turning red, floor sex, mounting on top, orgy, out of breath, party, prone bone, (lots of) rimming, rough sex, sixsome, spanking, twerking

Word count: 5696

Yeji, Giselle, and Julie had just finished recording their performance of Toxic. The girls chatted with each other until Yeji suddenly received a message. "What happened?" Giselle and Julie ask her as they see her friend blush.

"My solo just got approved; I'll be debuting soon," Yeji answers. "Oh, that's incredible," Giselle replies. "I think we should throw a party," she continues.

"But we are going on tour soon," Julie warns them. Giselle remembers that's also the case for her, so she asks her friend.

"When are you gonna debut?" Giselle asks Yeji. "March," Yeji answers. "Damn, our tours will be on the way; we won't be around," Julie says. "We need a plan; I still want her to celebrate with us," Giselle says.

"Girls, I've got a plan; let's do it tomorrow," Yeji says. "Alright," Julie replies. "Done," Giselle says as well. On the next day, the girls go to the house Yeji has indicated to them.

"Hello," Yeji greets Giselle and Julie as they arrive. Some black balloons cover the walls, matching the theme of her solo. Yeji pops a bottle of champagne, serving Giselle and Julie as well. "Our special guests will be coming soon," she tells them.

"Hmmm, what kind of special guests?" Giselle asks. "You're always curious, Gigi, just let them come," Yeji answers her. "Oh, I hope we are gonna have a good party tonight," Julie adds.

The girls chat a little bit more, waiting for the guests arrival. "It's taking a really long time," Giselle says. "Don't worry, they already texted me; they are coming soon," Yeji answers her as the girls keep playing with each other and chatting about some really naughty stuff.

The trio of guests finally arrive, you leading your two friends Danny and Johnny as the girls wait on the couch. "Show me your gifts," Yeji says. Giselle and Julie don't get it at first, as you three don't have anything in hand. "What kind of gift is she talking about?" Julie asks.

But soon, the girls get the answer as your cock pops out of your pants, and soon Danny and Johnny also follow suit. "Hmmm, so that was the gift she was talking about," Giselle says.

"Let's go, girls; there is no better way to celebrate a debut than a sex party," Yeji says as she quickly starts bobbing her head on your cock and choking on it. Giselle and Julie follow suit, gagging on Danny's and Johnny's dicks, respectively.

The party has begun; the beautiful shot of three girls bending over on the couch and sucking their partners cocks is an amazing way to start it. While Giselle and Julie take it slow at first, Yeji quickly shows her prowess as a deepthroat queen, taking your cock all as deep as possible in her mouth and moving it hard up and down your shaft, pushing you to the edge right from the get-go.

"You seem really hungry, feeling really motivated by that solo debut, aren't you?" you ask Yeji, who obviously doesn't answer as she turns her whole attention into sucking that enormous pole. "Shake that ass for me," you tell her, Yeji wiggling that tail as she bobs her head on your shaft.

"Your partners got some great asses; you really never miss when it comes to selecting your sexiest friends to join you," you tell Yeji as you take a peek from above at Giselle and Julie's butts almost popping off their pants, while Yeji gets louder and louder with her mouth.

"FUCK," the first cursing of the night comes from Giselle as Danny spanks her fat ass. If you noticed Yeji's friends packed butts, it wouldn't take long for your friends to notice it as well.

Yeji gets on her knees on the floor and sucks your cock louder than ever, harder than ever. "You really like a big microphone in your mouth, don't you? That's why you wanted to debut solo so much," you tell her. Giselle and Julie look from afar, watching her suck your cock and thinking that she must be crazy, quickly trying to follow Yeji's footsteps.

"AHHHH," Giselle loses her breath as you fuck her face while she takes your cock deep in her throat, losing her air for a bit while saliva comes out of her mouth. Julie lines up to her side, taking on Johnny's cock with her perfect dick-sucking lips but still taking it at a very slow pace, Giselle soon joining them as she takes on Danny.

"Suck my balls, slut," you command to Yeji as she makes a mess under your sack, closing her eyes and taking it all in her mouth. "Oh shit," you groan, and so does Johnny as Julie now gives him a no-hands blowjob, still very far from Yeji's sheer insanity, as the new soloist in town takes your cock literally balls deep in her mouth, you shoving your shaft and balls down her throat and making the so-called deepthroat queen gag for real for the first time.

Julie watches the mess Yeji makes on your cock, using it as motivation as she deepthroats Johnny. "It's getting so fucking wet," Julie tells him. Well, not as wet as yours, as Yeji is already turning her face into a mess full of spit. "Look at me and tell me how much you love that cock," you command to her.

"Oh, I love it so much; I can't wait to have it in all my holes," Yeji says. "Then show me," you tell her, fucking her face one more time while Julie has fun with Johnny's balls to her side. "Damn, such a hungry slut," you tell her.

Giselle soon joins the fun, letting Danny shove his cock down her mouth, him grabbing her neck and making her deepthroat it. "Take it, baby, come on," Danny tells her, trying to shove his 9-inch cock plus his balls in Aeri's hungry mouth. On the other side of the room, Yeji is so hungry she has made your pants come completely off, finding ways you didn't even know were possible to suck your cock.

"There you go, baby, take all those fucking balls," Danny says, praising Giselle's cock-sucking skills as she chokes on his dick. "You want it inside you?" he asks her, Giselle answering by nodding her head positively. "Then get it fucking wet," he tells her, shoving it even harder as Giselle's face is the next one to get full of spit.

Giselle's face turns red as Danny's cock in her mouth quickly takes all her air out. The party has just begun, yet she's already losing her senses, slapping his big cock all over her face as she dives for his balls too. "This is the best cock ever," she says, and she's definitely not saying it for the sake of it.

Yeji keeps the insanity going on as she strips you fully naked. You do the same to her, leaving only the fishnets she's wearing under her pants. Your balls are all over her pretty face as she now dives to rim your asshole, not satisfied with the mess she already made on your cock.

"Who told you to eat my fucking ass?" you tell Yeji, regaining control and pushing her face against the couch, plowing it. "I'm gonna take all your fucking air," you tell her, climbing on top of the couch and manhandling her slutty throat, making your huge sword bulge it while her perky tits jiggle with your thrusts.

"Look at her taking all that cock," Julie says about Yeji, pushing Johnny to the couch right by your side as she rims his ass and takes off his and her clothes. "AHHHH," Yeji screams as your cock pops out of her mouth for a bit, her moving her hands towards her pussy to start fingering herself.

Giselle is the last to take her clothes off, the three girls now wearing matching fishnets. Danny can't resist the urge and quickly rips her apart, unveiling Gigi's big fat butt in all its glory. "Oh yeah, look at this fucking ass," he says, marveled, as he starts fingering her anus.

The craziness continues on the other side. Julie tongues Johnny's ass deeper and deeper while you challenge Yeji to take on your cock as deep as possible. "OH FUCK, GOD DAMN IT!" Yeji screams. As Julie stays on all fours, Danny rips her fishnets too, Julie starting to do her signature twerk as soon as her ass is out in the open, while he gives her pussy a little massage.

You take Yeji's air out one more time before taking advantage of all the saliva she left on your cock to open the works by sticking it on Julie's juicy booty, sliding it with ease. "OHHHHH," the Hawaiian girl suddenly screams as she finds your meat stuffed in her asshole. "OHHH FUCKK, AHHHH, OH SHIT, OH MY GOD," she suddenly starts screaming as you drill her ass with no regard, mounting on top of the little big butt cutie while Yeji watches.

"Damn, he's really hungry," Yeji says as you pound Julie's ass. "And I bet you're hungry to taste it," you tell Yeji, finishing the quick fuck to feed your cock straight back in her mouth. "Very dirty, isn't it?" you ask as you impale her throat, Yeji only nodding.

Giselle opens the works on the other side, riding a still-clothed Danny as she sits her pink pussy on his cock, working her big ass out as she rides him. "OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she moans as his 10-inch monster stretches her cunt out. Julie soon follows suit, taking Johnny in her pussy and twerking her ass, her fast bounces contrasting with Giselle's powerful squats.

"OH SHIT, YES, DO IT LIKE THAT," Julie screams as Johnny spanks her ass while she rides him. "OH DAMN, I'M SO FULL OF COCK," Giselle also screams as she increases the pace of her ride on Danny. Only you and Yeji stay on the throat game, but really, given her crazy cock-sucking skills, it's hard to blame you.

"Look at your friends; I think it's time for you to sit on my fucking cock too," you tell Yeji, ripping her fishnets in one go. "God damn it, you're so fast," she tells you. By her side, Julie keeps riding, her cheeks turning red as Johnny can't seem to stop spanking her fat ass.

"It's not as big as your slutty friends but still a great piece of work," you say to Yeji about her ass as she rides your cock. "OH SHIT, FUCK," Yeji moans as your massive meat impales her cunt, her and Julie bouncing side by side. "Damn girl, you're really fast with that bounce," Yeji says to Julie.

Yeji picks up the pace, you spanking her ass so you two match Johnny and Julie, both couples working hard to see who can fuck the hardest. You two spread their cheeks, pushing their bodies down and sucking their perky tits while pounding them from down low.

"OH MY GOD, HOLY FUCK!" Yeji moans as you pound her. Julie quickly moves to the next challenge, letting Johnny take her in the ass too after you opened it up first, showing why she's the next anal queen in town. Finally, Giselle is rimming the hell out of Danny, getting him ready for his turn to finally fuck her ass.

"FUCK THAT ASS LIKE THAT," Julie begs as Danny stuffs her butt. You do the same but to Yeji's pussy, pounding it harder than ever and then letting her bounce hard. "I want you to stretch that big fat ass," Giselle tells Danny, turning around as she stuffs his 10-inch monster up her butt like a pro, riding it in reverse cowgirl and giving him the best possible angle of her big fat butt getting impaled.

"YES, BABY, STRETCH MY ASS, SHIT, THAT FUCKING DICK IS SO BIG," Giselle moans as Danny pumps her ass upward. "FUCK, I LOVE IT SO MUCH, AHHHHH," she moans as Danny's pounding quickly makes her lose her breath. "FUCK, FILL ME WITH THAT BIG DICK," Giselle begs.

Yeji and Julie switch partners; the Itzy girl is now bouncing her pussy on Johnny's cock while you impale Julie's pussy, wrapping your arms around the Hawaiian girl and fucking her pussy as she twerks nonstop on your cock. Giselle lies on the couch, letting Danny pound her in her favorite position, prone bone.

"I NEED YOUR FUCKING COCK IN MY ASS, PLEASE, PLEASE," Giselle begs as Danny stuffs her asshole one more time, using her big butt as a pillow while landing his hard thrusts. "OH MY GOD, I LOVE, USE ALL MY FUCKING HOLES, TREAT ME LIKE A FUCKING SLUT, I'M THE BEST WHORE YOU'LL EVER FIND," Giselle tells him as Danny takes turns between her ass and her pussy.

"DESTROY ME, PLEASE," Giselle continues to beg as Danny keeps pounding. Back to you, Julie now deepthroats your cock, tasting her wet cunt from it and bobbing her head on your massive pole while Yeji continues to ride Johnny. Julie shows you how nasty she can be, getting down on the floor and tonguing your asshole as you jerk your cock off, sending you to the heavens. "FUCKKKK," you groan as Julie's magic tongue hits your anus, sweeping it to the fullest, her twerking her ass while eating yours.

"GIVE ME MORE OF THAT BIG FUCKING DICK," Giselle begs as her prone bone session keeps going. Yeji grabs Johnny's cock, letting him be the first to take her in the ass. Meanwhile, you pin Julie against the couch and give her a hard mating press as you top her tiny body, destroying her big butt as all three girls now compete to see who can get fucked the best in their asses.

"YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, PLEASE GIVE ME ALL," Julie begs as you pound her ass hard. "YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM, OHHHHH, FUCK," she keeps screaming as your balls clap her cheeks hard. Danny spanks Giselle's butt hard, choking her as he now switches to her pussy. Meanwhile, your anal destruction of Julie just ramps up, her asshole getting used like a fleshlight as your cock fucks it balls deep.

The sounds of their three butts getting spanked fill the room as the anal pounding of Yeji, Giselle, and Julie continues, each girl's cheeks turning redder and redder. Julie gets even nastier as you let her stop to taste her ass from your cock before her little body ducks under your legs and tongues your anus one more time. "You're getting good at this," you tell her, fucking her face as a reward.

Giselle squirts all over the couch as you and Johnny swap partners once again, you taking your cock right from Julie's ass back to your favorite hole: Yeji's meaty pussy. "Damn, he spanked you really good," you say to her as you notice her very red cheeks. Julie does to Johnny what she did to you, showing her evolving rimming skills on his asshole this time.

"Go fuck her," Danny tells Johnny as they swap Giselle and Julie between themselves, while you attack Yeji's cunt at full speed, sucking her perky tits while she creams all over your cock. Julie moves in Giselle's direction, sitting on her face and suffocating Gigi with her fat ass as she watches Johnny fuck her.

Meanwhile, Yeji is about to get her air taken out once again.

"OH SHIT, THAT DICK IS SO BIG!" Yeji screams hard as Danny's monster cock finds its way into her ass. You and he work in perfect sync, fucking her holes together to perfection right from the start, giving her the pounding she deserves. "Is that what you want for your party, isn't it?" you ask Yeji as she gets double stuffed.

"OH FUCK, OH MY GOD, OH SHIT, THESE COCKS ARE SO FUCKING BIG" is all Yeji can say as she gets her pussy and ass destroyed at the same time, just ducking her head and bracing herself for the wreckage your cock and Danny's impose in her holes. "OH GOD DAMN IT, OH SHITTTT," Yeji screams again as both girls enjoy her getting double penetrated. "Yes, destroy her," Julie says as he watches. Meanwhile, Johnny is having a good time just switching between Giselle's already heavily stretched-out holes nonstop, surveying to see which one he can go deeper.

Julie gets taken by surprise as Danny switches from Yeji's ass into hers, becoming the first one to take on all three assholes. You quickly fill the void, taking your cock on Yeji's ass while Julie gets spit-roasted. "Let's destroy this fucking asshole," Danny tells her. "OH FUCK," Julie screams.

"You're such a fucking bitch," Johnny tells Giselle, hitting her face as he fucks her ass. Julie gets in the couch, Danny pounding her in a spooning position while you drag Yeji around. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO HUGE, YES," Julie screams as she gets her ass pounded from behind.

"GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME," Yeji begs as she gets on all fours as you hand her to Johnny to fuck her ass next, turning your attention to Giselle for the first time. You quickly show your prowess, choking Gigi and attacking her ass with fast-paced thrusts. Johnny pins Yeji against the couch, mounting on top of her while Danny keeps drilling Julie with his big dick. "OH GOD DAMN IT," Yej screams as she gets pounded like crazy.

Back to you, Giselle kneels down and becomes the final girl to have a taste of your asshole. "If you want me to fuck your asshole more, you better taste mine," you tell her as Giselle quickly obliges and goes down that dirty hole with her tongue.

As Johnny feeds his cock for Yeji to taste, you let Giselle mount on top of yours, taking her pussy first. "Twerk on that dick," you ask her with a little spank on her big butt, Gigi obliging as she is soon riding it like a maniac, you enjoying her bouncing on your cock while Johnny drills Yeji by your side. "OH FUCK ME LIKE THAT," the party host screams as he does a number in her ass.

Giselle's hard bounces on your cock are like an earthquake; she's really strong, and her cheeks hit hard against your crotch every time she takes your full length deep in her cunt. "GIVE IT TO ME, BABY," Giselle begs, matching your thrusts with bounces of her own. By your side, Yeji turns into a squirting machine, fingering her cunt as Johnny pounds it while groping her perky tits, her legs shaking. "ME ME CUM, OH MY GOD, YEAHHHH," Yeji screams, Julie right there to taste the juices erupting from her cunt.

You and Danny decide to do more teamwork, double stuffing Giselle this time. "FUCK, TWO BIG DICKS INSIDE ME, I LOVE IT," Gigi screams as she becomes subject to the same hard DP you two gave Yeji earlier in the night. "AHHHH FUCK, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, THESE COCKS ARE SO FUCKING HUGE," Giselle screams.

"Don't back down; take those fucking cocks balls deep, you big ass bitch," you tell Giselle as you and Danny increase the pace inside her fuckholes, pumping her like a pair of pistons. "USE MY FUCKING HOLES," Giselle begs as the DP gets more and more intense, both you and Danny grabbing her neck.

Meanwhile, Johnny is in heaven, having the four holes of two girls at his disposal. "Fuck her, Johnny," Yeji tells him as Julie stacks her juicy booty on top of her body; Johnny happily obliges, switching between Yeji's butt and Julie's nonstop. "AHHHH FUCK," Julie screams, shaking her ass as she gets pounded, Yeji smiling as she watches.

"Feed me that cock, let me taste that ass," Yeji says as Johnny gives her his cock, Yeji bobbing her head all over it like usual and giving him the lube he needs to fuck Julie's big ass. By their side, Guselle gets spit-roasted, impaling her face on your cock while Danny spanks her big ass and fucks her pussy, putting her arms behind her back. "Eat my ass too, you fucking bitch," you tell Giselle, moving your body for her to rim your asshole.

Julie twerks on top of Johnny, Yeji coming in to get his cock wet from time to time and get her face fucked. "GULP, GULP, GULP, GULP," the sound comes out of Yeji's mouth, Julie turning her face around to watch. "Suck that dick," she commands, enjoying Yeji's face getting impaled before shoving that prick straight into Julie's ass. "OH MY GOD," Julie screams, as Yeji doesn't go for long without a cock to play with, Danny plugging her ass next.

"You fucking cock is so fucking huge," Yeji says as Danny takes the air out of her. On the other side, you're mounting on top of Giselle, destroying her fat ass with powerful thrusts. Each girl now does what he does best: Giselle getting pounded from behind, Julie twerking on Johnny's cock, and Yeji deepthroating Danny's 10-inch meat.

"FUCK, THAT'S SO AMAZING, USE ME LIKE A FUCKING WHORE," Giselle begs as you destroy her ass with all your strength, your cock attacking it nonstop and turning her into your personal anal fleshlight, her big butt getting clapped like crazy as you top her like a raging bull. "Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm," you groan. "I wanna fuck that ass for the rest of my life," you tell her.

You give Giselle a little break and watch her go insane, her taking Johnny and bobbing her head on his cock. "Looks like she's cock-drunk," you say, watching the scene unfold as Giselle suddenly lifts him up and sucks his cock up in the air before flipping him upside down. "WHAT IS SHE DOING?" Julie asks, giggling. "GIGI, ARE YOU CRAZY?" Yeji asks her, baffled at what she's seeing, the two then diving to take on his cock too.

"Oh my God, Gigi is a champ," Julie says as the girls watch her get cock-drunk on Johnny before taking some turns themselves. You feed your cock to Yeji, giving her privileged first dibs on tasting Giselle's ass while Danny goes for another round on it, taking the Japanese girl in a spooning position. "OH FUCK," Gselle screams as his big cock is back inside her sore ass.

"FUCK, FUCK, YOU'RE DESTROYING MY ASS, GOD DAMN IT, YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO GOOD." Giselle screams as Danny claps her cheeks hard. On the other side, you continue your raging bull spree, mounting on top of Yeji this time. "AHHHHHH," the party host screams, your cock feeling too big for her tiny little ass sometimes despite all her experience. You take turns fucking her ass and her face, being rough at all times.

"God, I love your dick," Giselle tells Danny as he keeps fucking her. Meanwhile, you go all-in to tame the wild wolf Yeji, giving her the same anal mating press you gave Julie early on, but this time pushing even harder. "FUCK, FUCK, OH MY GOD, IT'S SO DEEP, YOU'RE PUSHING IT SO HARD," Yeji screams, her face turning redder and redder at each thrust. "YOU KEEP TAKIN' ALL OF MY AIR, AHHH, AHHH, AHHH," she moans as your anal invasion of her continues, as you can't slow yourself, pumping her ass 258 times.

The more Yeji loses her sight, the harder you fuck her; she's nothing but your fucktoy, as you put her feet up in the air and let Julie use it to muffle her moans as Johnny gets back in her ass. "Smack that cock against my face; I love it so much," Giselle begs Danny as he uses his meat as a stick to shove it all over her face. "Choke me too," she continues to beg as he shoves it down her throat as well.

Yeji, Giselle, and Julie's faces turn redder and redder, but they can't stop sucking cock. You grab Julie's face now, making her deepthroat your meat. "Get on the floor," you tell her. But Julie decides to do something better, stacking her body on top of Giselle's as both girls present their big asses for your wet cock. Meanwhile, Yeji takes on Johnny, riding his cock all by herself.

Julie twerks her ass in anticipation, shaking it as she stays on top of Giselle, their holes already heavily stretched out but ready for more, as their assholes wink for you. "AHHHHH," Julie screams as you pound her butt first, attacking it relentlessly before switching to Giselle's. The two girls moan and scream, as your anal rampage makes them see stars.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" Julie screams when her next turn arrives. You then go back to Giselle, clapping her cheeks hard and making her scream. Then back to Julie. "Shake your ass, slut," you tell her as Julie bounces on top of Giselle.

"OH FUCKKKK," Yeji screams as she squirts on the couch with Johnny fingering her cunt as he fucks her ass. You keep taking turns between Julie's and Giselle's fat asses, both girls begging you to fuck them even harder. Julie pleads to god while Giselle screams about the size of your dick as you keep pounding their asses.

While you keep having fun with Giselle and Julie's butts, Danny and Johnny turn their attention to Yeji, double stuffing her for the second time in the night. "OH SHIT, DON'T STOP," Yeji screams as she gets double penetrated on the couch again. "OH MY GOD, ALL THAT FUCKING COCK STRETCHING ME OUT," she moans. "YOU GUYS ARE SO FUCKING BIG," she keeps screaming.

"Make her go airtight," Giselle tells you as you switch back to Yeji, feeding your cock into her mouth. "AIRTIGHT, AIRTIGHT, AIRTIGHT," the other girls clap their hands and chant as Yeji gets stuffed in all her holes. "Take all this cock, you fucking bitch," you tell Yeji.

As Yeji's DP session comes to an end, you sit on the couch, Julie going back to rim your ass. "You really like that asshole, don't you?" you ask Julie as she ducks down. "Come back up," you tell Julie, sticking your cock back in her pussy and letting her show you the power of her twerking, bouncing her ass hard on your cock.

"Come here, Danny; her asshole is begging for more cock," you tell one of your friends, who promptly obliges and sticks his cock on Julie's wide-open butthole, making her the final girl to join the DP fun. "FUCKKKK," Julie screams as both your cocks pump her like a piston, clinging to Giselle's tits in her sight while both her holes get destroyed.

"FUCK ME LIKE THAT, HARDER, DON'T STOP," Julie begs as she gets double stuffed. "How do these cocks feel?" Giselle asks her. "SO FUCKING AMAZING, Julie answers, screaming as both of you stuff your cocks all the way deep in her. "OH MY GOD, YOU FUCK ME SO HARD, I'M NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO SHIT FOR A WEEK," she screams as the pounding only gets harder. "Take those dicks; show them you're an anal and DP queen," Giselle pushes her as Julie starts rolling her eyes, her holes getting sore as both your cocks attack them hard, more so than you ever did to Yeji and Giselle.

Julie's DP is over, but you guys still want more. "We aren't finished with you yet," Danny says, spanking her ass. "You said we aren't gonna shit for a week; how about we make it a month?" you tell her, letting Danny start first for another round of rough anal pounding. "OH MY GOD, THAT DICK IS SO FUCKING BIG, AHHHH," Julie screams as Danny sticks his 10-inch prick balls deep in her.

"She's got such a nice asshole; no wonder you guys want to fuck it so hard," Giselle says. "You want more dick in there?" she asks Julie. "Yes," Julie answers as you're next to take a turn in her asshole, giving your characteristic mounting on top of her. "OH MY GOD, FUCKKK," Julie screams. "She really wants some dick," Giselle says, as she also watches Yeji get pounded in her pussy while Johnny chokes her.

"FUCK, THAT DICK IS SO GOOD," Julie screams as you keep pounding her. "GIVE ME MORE, POUND THAT PUSSY," Yeji begs to Johnny as well. Giselle giggles as she watches both her friends get fucked hard. "AHHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH," you turn Julie into a screaming machine, showing no mercy for her asshole, knocking her out of breath. "OH MY GOD, ALL THAT DICK IN MY ASS, IT'S SO LONG, IT'S SO BIG, OH FUCK," Julie screams as you wreck her asshole, toying with her massive gape. "FUCK, YES, YES, YES," she begs.

Giselle gets back into action as she sits on Johnny's cock. But you suddenly hit her by surprise. "OH SHIT, OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT," she screams as you go from one big ass to another, sticking your cock in her butthole for another round of DP. "Fuck, I was so tired to be that anchor guy; I need to pound some ass too," you tell her as you carry your hard pounding of Julie into her.

"THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, GOD, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I LOVE GETTING TWO COCKS INSIDE ME AT THE SAME TIME," Giselle screams as you clap her cheeks hard, Johnny barely moving in her pussy as you do all the action, while Yeji watches.

"How about we do some riding competition next?" Yeji asks the girls after you and Johnny finish double stuffing Giselle. After the trio bends over on the floor a little to suck more cock and eat more ass, Yeji is the first to jump, ready to ride your cock in her ass as you spank her butt. "You really missed it, didn't you?" you ask her. "Oh definitely, she answers.

"Oh Jesus, put it in me, oh fuck," Yeji begs as she lets you pump her from down low, fingering her cunt while you grope her tits. "OH MY GOD, I LOVE THAT COCK, she moans. Giselle is next, riding on Danny's pole, then Julie as she takes on Johnny. The girls alternate between bouncing on the trio of cocks and getting pumped from down low, competing to see who can move faster and squirt the hardest. Yeji takes a little time to deepthroat your cock, almost making you cum, while Julie and Giselle bounce hard on the other guys.

It's been nearly an hour, and the girls are really exhausted at this point, but you keep pumping, attacking Yeji's ass as if things had just started. Julie twerks on Johnny's cock, getting her asshole stuffed one more time. "FUCKKK," Yeji screams as she's the next girl to feel the wrath of your cock when it comes to fucking an asshole, just floating in the air while she gets her guts rearranged by your monster meat. Meanwhile, Giselle takes Danny in her pussy but lets him first in her stretched-out butthole while she rides his prick.

"OH GOD," Yeji screams as you clearly seem to be the most committed of the three guys to ass-fucking all the girls until they are sore. After a while, the girls keep taking a break, but you only transfer your wrath from Yeji's ass to her face, fucking it hard before finally letting her lick your balls. Everybody seems to be on their last legs except for you, showing formidable stamina to pound the party host's asshole, putting Yeji in a spooning position for one more round of drilling.

"MAKE ME SCREAM, BABY, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, DAMN IT, YES," Yeji screams and curses as you pound her ass nonstop, her cheeks redder than ever. You then switch to her pussy, pushing her body in your direction and continuing the fucking, her getting out of air the longer you fuck her.

"Let's go to the floor for one last round," Giselle tells the girls. Julie is the first to take it, getting on all fours on the floor as she lets Johnny fuck her ass. Giselle is next, getting on her favorite prone bone position. Yeji is busy with your balls for a bit but finally follows them.

The three girls get pounded side by side on the floor. They have taken so much cock over the past hour their entire bodies are red after screaming and moaning for so long. You three are also very close to cumming, barely able to hold it for long.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES, YES, YES, FUCK OUR ASSES, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!" the girls scream together. "Where should we cum?" you ask them. "How about you cum all over our host Yeji?" Giselle asks.

"YEJI, YEJI, YEJI," Giselle and Julie start to chant as the guys finish fucking and point their cocks towards the Itzy leader and soon-to-be soloist. She licks Johnny's balls and soon makes him become the first to blast his load in her face. "Feed me with that fucking cum," Yeji says as he glazes her face, letting Julie and Giselle taste his cock afterward. You come next, delivering a bullseye cumshot to Yeji that spills into Julie, Danny finishing with a strong cumshot that spills into Giselle's face.

"Share with us," Giselle and Julie ask Yeji as they stare at her bukkaked face. Yeji happily obliges, letting them clean her cum-filled face while she kisses them, you guys watching and enjoying the scene between the three.

The party is finally over; each girl heads back to their home. As Julie and Giselle embark on their group's tours, Yeji prepares the final touches of her solo, not seeing you for many months until she finally gets to hold her debut showcase and spots you.

"I missed you," you tell her.

"Let's pick up right where we left off. I want you takin' all of my air," she says.

[kkusuka]

i would love to be john price's (141's) little bird.

(afab reader, you're lowkey a housewife, g/n pronouns, this was also a lot longer than i meant it to be-1.2k words- and i also wrote it entirely in class)

just the cute little thing he comes home to after long missions; ready to give him anything he needs to fully enjoy his time at home. barefoot and wide-eyed waiting for your bear of a husband to return from his long hard mission, keeping him fed and fucked as much as he needs. and he just loves you so much-- so much that he needs to show everyone how good you are for him.

it's not like he sets out to rub it in, but when his sergeant mentions not having anyone waiting for him at home-- john just can’t help but invite him over, you always talk about how much you love taking care of him, adding another man shouldn't be a problem! and what kind of captain would he be if he didn't take care of his subordinates?

and you aren't complaining! you love when john lets you see into his job! and gaz is just so sweet, saying please and thank you, offering to help clean the dishes, and politely refusing any leftovers even when you all know he has no food to go back to. so, you just have to keep inviting him over, night after night. and he's so good at conversations, even when he and your husband talk with all their military jargon, he makes sure you understand all of it; you just want to keep him in your house forever! so you kind of do…

you can't imagine making him go all the way home to his cold and dark apartment, it's so far and you know he's tired from his month of constant action-- so suddenly kyle has a bedroom set up right next to yours (close enough to hear how john thanks you for being so good to his sergeant, and just maybe a hand goes down below his waistband) a fully stocked bathroom and a place to put his shoes when you all come back your occasion dinners out. (they're dates, you don't think it but they do)

but kyle is not a man so stay silent about his blessings. you're too nice, too pretty to not tell soap about-- and trust john isn't going to complain, and he knows that you won’t either. 'the best roast i think i've ever had' and 'knows exactly how to make a man feel at home' and soap is not one to stray from his desires.

so you end up with your boys, and a bubbling scotsman in your dinning room with no warning. and you're upset, no one told you that you had to make more food and now there isn't enough to give everyone your usual heaping portion- and there is no way you're letting anyone go hungry in your home!

so you end up bouncing around the kitchen, trying to whip something up before the main course finishes in the oven and who but soap offers to help you out! he's got a hand on you at all times (two on your waist when you're chopping the onion, he just wouldn't know what to do with himself if you got hurt making him dinner. so he has to hold you steady, he has to run his hands over your hips keep you stabilized-- don't think too much into it, just stay focused on chopping bonnie)

and soap knows that he can talk for hours, but he can't help it when your eyes light up when he mentions his childhood in scotland and his missions around the world. and your small flinch and frown when he talks about getting hurt. their lass just can't help but worry about them. he just can't stay away from his captains sweet bird-- not when you send him off with a steaming pile of leftovers and a tight hug (pressed against him as hard as you can because you don’t want him to go)

johnny, a man to brag, never shuts up about how it took kyle three months to get a room but it only took him two. (sometimes when he comes back from the bathroom in the morning he can see into your room as you're getting ready. and he doesn't mean to do it but your panties are his favorite shade of blue and they look so amazing on you-- he wants to see them up close so bad.)

and so he tells ghost of all his troubles- unasked and randomly the next time they got sent out. and does ghost really care about johnny's playground crush on their captains bird? yes. how had he been left the only one not getting home cooked meals after being sent out? is he going to say anything about it?

not a chance.

so it takes a little while before the final place at your dinner table to be filled. but after a particularly grueling mission (and already wishing to come over), ghost is finally convinced he belongs with the rest of his team.

and you've never been happier to make extra food; you've been hearing for months about the illusive fourth man of your husband's battalion but having him stand in your kitchen with a cute little store bought dessert was certainly worth the wait. ( 'Ah didnae ken ye liked pink that much, lt' 'it was all they 'ad, can't show up empty 'anded, johnny')

and is he a little awkward and standoffish, of course-- years of military pressure will do that to a man!

and simon is just too sweet, even if he doesn't know it. he's pulling your chair out for you, and running out in the rain to collect the mail that you'd forgotten all about. he even lets you drag him to the grocery store during your weekly trips. (it's not dragging, he'd follow you into the pits of hell if you'd asked him too so the grocery store is really not a big deal.)

everything is just so perfect when all of your the boys are all in the house together!

and suddenly everything in life makes sense again. that plate that you can never reach on the highest shelf in the kitchen, a body is pressed against you as simon leans over you to grab it leaving you with a squeeze to your hip and red face. the gossip that your husband just never understood in the way he should is studently being told to kyle over coffee every morning as your other boys roll out of bed. the soap opera that you rope johnny into watching every thursday night becomes facemasks and wine time.

and john just loves it. he just loves you so much; loves the way you smile at kyles flirting, loves how you cuddle up to johnny on the couch, loves how you let simon hold you so close when you make his tea in the morning, and he just loves teasing you about it. (teasing? yes. making you face the fact that you want your husbands men to run a train on you like a whore. also yes.)

i wanna keep going but i have to let it end at some point

[the-modern-typewriter]

hello, i'm in love with your writing! if you could do one of your classic lovers to enemies up-close angsty scenes, where the hero is a stoic, closed-off person who doesn't quite have the words to express their emotions, while the villain wants the hero to just like, talk to them, dammit, even if it's to say something that would break their heart all over again.

love your work and have a great rest of the day!

"Really?" the villain asked. "You're just going to sit there in silence staring at me?"

The battle had not gone how the villain had hoped; primarily due to the interference of their former lover. Instead of the grand fruition of all of their plans, the villain was stuck with cuffs that dug into their wrists, a looming future of incarceration and, of course, their damned ex.

"What do you want me to say?" There was no emotion in the hero's voice. There never bloody was. "I told you so?"

The villain snarled, under their breath. They gave the chains a vicious yank. It did no good. It just made their skin chafe.

"You're going to hurt yourself," the hero said.

"Oh, like you care."

The hero's jaw worked. That was, at least, something. The villain glared at them. The hero looked down.

"Fine, yeah," the villain said, as the silence threatened to stretch unbearably again. "I told you so! Sure. Whatever. If that's the last thing you ever want to say to me, who am I to stop you?"

"It's not the last thing I'm ever going to say to you."

"It's not the last thing I'm ever going to say to you," the villain mimicked, distorted and pretty and cruel. "Jesus."

The hero glanced up at them again. "Again," they said. "What do you want me to say?"

The villain stared at them, incredulously.

They felt like there were a thousand things that the two of them could possibly start a conversation with. Some choice examples might include:

I'm sorry for locking you up forever.

I'm sorry it turned out this way. I wish things could have been different between us. I love you. I still love you.

I'm sorry I ever bloody loved you, you stupid bloody indifferent git. How can you just sit there? How can you have nothing to say to me?!

Just as an off the top of the head example!

"It's not about what I want you to say," the villain said finally. "Just say something. Anything. Oh my god."

The hero opened their mouth, then closed it. They shifted on their chair, opposite, and checked their watch instead.

The temporary security holding cell was unbearably quiet once more. Would their permanent prison be unbearably quiet too? Or would it be a case of so crowded that they never got a moment of peace?

"I can't believe you thought you could beat me," the villain said, in their best hero voice. "Muhaha. Don't you know I have the righteous power of being sanctimonious and insufferable on my side? Fool."

The hero's eye twitched. "Is that the last thing you ever want to say to me, then?"

"What do you want me to say?" The villain jutted their chin. "Please, please, pretty please forgive me? I am the worst. I never deserved you. It's totally okay that you're leaving me to rot forever."

"I'm not leaving you to rot."

"Oh, you could have fooled me. I mean, I suppose it wouldn't-"

The hero's hand clamped down on their mouth.

The villain had barely even seen them move. A split second blur, standing and crossing the minimal space between them. The villain's breath caught as they looked up at that familiar face, overwhelmed with familiar presence.

The hero used to press them up against walls and kiss them, like they could translate all of the languages of the world with kisses alone.

The hero's eyes...

They were wet with tears, though whether that was out of sorrow or fury, the villain wasn't sure.

"I'm not leaving you to rot," the hero said, slow, through gritted teeth. "And I do care. How can you think I don't care? Or are you just saying it to hurt me because you lost? I don't get it. I don't get you. I thought I did, once, but I just - I don't get you anymore. I don't get how you could do any of this. I don't get how you can be so - so cruel! You talk all the time and it's just nonsense. It's nothing. So just - just shut up. For once in your life, shut up."

The villain stared up at them, wide-eyed.

They wanted to open their mouth and tell the hero that was maybe the most words they'd heard them say in years, since the two of them started fighting. The hero's hand didn't allow that. The hero's hand trembled against them, like sign language, but the villain didn't know how to read that.

They never knew how to read the hero anymore.

"Even if I'd tried to talk to you," the hero said, quietly, "you wouldn't have listened. You haven't listened to anyone since we were five, once you made up your mind about something. So don't - this isn't my fault, okay? I didn't want this. I didn't want any of this."

So let me go.

There were a thousand arguments they could try. Atonement and you don't really want this and you'll never see me again and do you really think they can hold me anyway? Ha!

The hero closed their eyes. They dashed at the tears that threatened to roll down their cheeks with their free hand.

"And now," the hero said, "now there's nothing I could say to you that would make this better. That would make what you did better. So don't - don't you dare - just stop talking." Then again, softer, "just stop talking. Please."

The villain's chest chest ached. They'd hoped it had stopped doing that. It was supposed to have stopped doing that, especially for them.

Yet, they felt raw, in a way that had nothing to do with battle.

When the hero's hand fell away from their mouth, they said nothing. They couldn't quite manage to.

The hero looked at them, in silence, an unreadable storm on their face. The villain wanted to invent a weather vane, a thermometer, a scale just for the measuring and decrypting of them. They wanted to bring ancient history to the scholars and have them piece together all the bits that had got lost and forgotten in translation somewhere.

They wanted...

The hero leaned down to kiss them, soft and terribly sweet. A broken sound caught in the villain's throat.

Then the hero was on their knees, face pressed against the villain's knees, sobbing.

With the villain's hands cuffed behind their back, they couldn't even reach out and hold them.

They could do nothing.

They could say, it felt, nothing.

They were back to staring at each other in silence when the holding cell doors finally opened and the villain was taken away.

[nightbutterfly09]

Teenage love.

Sae broke up with you just as you were 13, by that time he was 15. Teenage couples. A couple who made some bad decisions. The crimson haired boy was set on making his career blossom, and you sometimes were pushed in the back. You accepted that for the prodigy soccer would come first. You knew this was his dream ever since he saw this sport. Well, in one way or another anyway. Spain’s team was grueling, yet he was still determined to get to where he needs to be whatever the stakes.

Even if that meant spending less time with his girlfriend. Even of forgotten dates, forgotten anniversaries came up.

Days, years passed like so. Finally when he had to leave for a match last minute on your 6th year anniversary you drew the line. It wasn't fair to you. He knew that too. He felt guilt each time he had to leave suddenly. On this day, you said if he’d step outside the door, there is no going back. You will leave him leave but that means you’re done. He stood there with a sports bag in hand looking down. Where the warm wood flooring changed to the cold concrete. Between the living room, and the entryway.

He finally looked back straight into your eyes. A small hint of vulnerability passed him. Those unreadable eyes showed hardship. That he was so sorry. Tears filled up in your eyes. He pulled you closer and hugged you, all the while placing a soft kiss onto your head. “Stay.” You whispered weakly. Trying to contain the sobbing sounds.

Despite your short begging, he let go and went outside.

What he didn't know is that you were pregnant. He left you, when you wanted to tell him the news.

Teen pregnancy. There you were, at 16. You didn't have a single clue how your family would react. You had no idea if by the next minutes you’d be strolling on the streets of Spain day and night, or they’d bear with you.

Maybe you were too young. Too much for teenage love. But then, what is teenage love?

Is it the sloppy and innocent kisses? Those ugly pictures that your parents took? You always wonder, if you haven't met Sae. If he wasn't put into your family when he came to Spain at 13. If your father wasn't his coach. If his parents wouldn't have allowed him to live with another family.

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The sunset was slowly approaching. The sunlight dimmed slowly and the ball hit your legs. Your son ran after it grabbing it with his tiny hands. He was just three and a half years old, yet he was already brgging you each day to play with him. Ever since he saw a football match on the tv when your father was busy with analyzing the new opponents, he became hooked on it.

Not much to your surprise. You always had a feeling that if Sae were to ever have a child, they’d surely be a football addict. What you didn't expect, was that you’d be the mother.

“Mama, kick it back!!” Quickly your thoughts were interrupted and you let the ball roll to his feet. The little boy eagerly accepted it and continued happily kicking it around.

As he tried kicking it into the small goal made specifically for kids he accidentally tripped and the ball was stopped by a tall man. As the little boy ran to him to get his toy back he saw just how the man towered over him.

You quickly hurried to the scene. “Katsu! Are you okay?!” he only nodded in response and pointed at the older man. As you stood up with your son in your hand you immediately recognized the familiar figure.

“Y/N, been a while.” A small smile twitched on his face. “Yeah it has, could we get the ball back? Sorry for him…” You apologized gently.

“You have a son now… very indentic with someone I know” he teased and picked up the ball to hand it over to the boy.

“Who’s your dad little guy?” “Dunno, mommy doesn't talk about him, she says that useless people who run away from solving things are cowards and shouldn't be taken into account.

“She seems strict.” a coy smile displayed on his face. Although he had a deep feeling that you specifically made him learn this sentence, in case you meet.

“Riightt!! But grandma says she went through lots of things for me so I love mommy.”

“Katsu, and what do I say about talking behind someone’s back? No, this is worse, you are my son, and talking in front of me.”

As the sun began setting you found yourself next to Sae on the bench as you watched Katsu play around.

“He really is mine huh?” He asked after a few minutes of silence. “Does that hair seem to be so common?” You say sarcastically. Katsu's hair was a darker shade of crimson than Sae’s but his eyes, and the eyelashes were the exact copy of his.

Oftentimes it pained you to know how much they look alike. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” “About the pregnancy Y/N! Did you plan to hide my son away from me forever?”

“Your son? I raised him alone, and you practically ran away, when, rather, how was I supposed to reach out?” Anger laced in your words. You thought you got to know him so well throughout all the years. But at least for 4 years, you’ve lived with a lie. The older Itoshi didn't care about you.

“If you had really tried, you’d have discovered that my manager had your number at all times.”

The air became colder between the two of you. Just as rain clouds suddenly formed in the sky above.

No, this time, you won't say sorry. You aren't going to be the one to apologize first. Why would you even call his manager? The only reason you ever reached out was to know when Sae’d be home.

“Y/N” he spoke slowly. As if gently treading on forbidden grounds. Without any further words you looked to his side. You promised yourself you’d hear him out whenever he saw the situation.

“Let me spend time with him!” He sighed. Truth be told, he was nervous. Nervous that you’d reject him. Reject him for not being there when it mattered.

Your eyes widened at his question. “Y-you want to get to know him?”

“I want..my family back.” Those words tugged at your heart. But as he said it with that deep thoughtful voice it was like your heart got torn out.. As if someone stole it in a second, without you knowing the culprit.

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[kosher-martian]

I mean... for many (not all and maybe not even a majority or plurality, but definitely a nonzero amount) they joined the MAGA movement because they felt shunned already and had nowhere else where they felt accepted.

Might there have been a societally appropriate reason they were shunned? Maybe. Maybe they were all the anti-s and all the -ists one can be. Or maybe they were just... divorced dads with poor support networks unknowingly listening to all the wrong podcasts or aunts who spent too much time on Facebook in bad Facebook groups who were being told by their internet spaces how alone / unloved they are and whom to blame for their misery.

Many of these people are not scum of the earth. They're just lonely and the place they turned to - the internet - actually made their loneliness worse. If they had somewhere to go where they weren't being propagandized to 24/7 (a book club, a summer bowling league, etc) they probably wouldn't want to be in MAGA anymore.

Taking our reality back from MAGA and their forever-years of spectacle and cruelty means we have to starve them of their resources. We might not be able to turn off their money spigot but their manpower? We can reclaim our people!

Because what exactly has MAGA done for them? Made their family stop talking to them? Made it harder and harder to connect and socialize with coworkers, friends, and just normal strangers in public spaces? Made them maintain an ever-growing list of media, services, and products they aren't allowed to consume? Lost them untold sums of money in crypto scrams, Iraqi Dinar scams, hogwash supplements, and do-nothing magical talismans they bought to ward off 5G? And (I can't emphasize this enough) replace their normal media consumption with some of the worst "art" you have ever seen/heard? (Seriously, MAGA music and overt conservative sitcoms/movies are terrible.)

My point being, their current social groups immiserate them beyond measure. These people do need to feel accepted. Because what other incentive is there?

"I can be lonely and miserable outside or a sense of belonging and miserable inside. If I'm going to be miserable either way, I'd rather belong."

What if the choice was instead between real physical friends and normal fun outside of MAGA or that same empty sense of belonging and a warped view of what constitutes fun inside? Would they choose to stay if they got to be normal and have real friends again? Imagine being able to talk with your neighbor about TV shows they might have actually seen or buy coffee from a recognizable brand at the grocery store instead of buying "Librul Tears Extreme Q Storm Qoffee" that requires payment in Musk Koin.

So yes, we should applaud their attempts to exit. It's the only way they can be reintegrated into society and one of the kinder/gentler ways to begin turning the page on this dark chapter in history.

This is an interesting thing. Looks like testimonies of people who left the MAGA movement- how they got into it and why.

Leaving a cult is really hard, so I really respect the people who are speaking from this place.

[mina-org]

tw: oral, threesome ig its just reader getting eaten out no mention of penis, yandere, smut really no plot, dub con, mentions of s/o feeling drunk

“That’s a little rude, isn’t it lovie?” Kyle's synthetic innocence is just so convincing, his lips brushing against your ear before he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re the one who invited him over.”

"I didn't." you retort softly, you wanted to have dinner parties with your friends, not Kyle's boss.

"ya said ya wanted to host more, cap wants to be a guest."

"I meant my friends coming over." Kyle shrugs you off.

"john's my friend, i just want to relax when im not deployed, you have all that time im fuckin' away and-" he cuts himself with a huff, trying to calm down, hes been on edge, that frown on your face haunts him. the way your eyes dart down, not looking at him.You freeze, at the way his voice raises and how his grip tightens. you were never good with yelling or fighting, especially with Kyle, he was another person when he was mad, you hated it. he doesnt want you afraid of him, he wants you happy, he wants to be enough for you.

"ya my missus? I take good care of ya? yeah?" he nods, pinching your chin, you have to his brown eyes and pouty lips. and you have to nod, Kyle takes good care of you, you sent him a letter complaining about cheap, shitty pans and he sent a le creuset set. whatever you needed you got, you can make dinner for John.

"come 'ere, take my card for the shop and get yourself a pretty dress, shorter the better babe" big hands grip your hips and press them against his own.

with a little spank you make your way to the shop, now eager to make a good impression on John.

You weren’t sure how you got here, you had a glass of wine while cooking and another with the meal, you were giggly but soberness was washing over you like icy water with sight before you. Sat on Kyle’s lap your new dress hiked up as his captain kneeled before you.

You don’t need to feel shy, love.”

"no need. ’m here to look after you. Kyle told me everything, how you like it, gonna take good care of ya sweet, we're gonna look after ya.” words fall from his lips like whiskey from a barrel, you cant help but squirm in Kyles lap, unable to talk back or even make eye contact with John. Kyle squeezes your hips, stilling you and pressing kisses down your jaw, forcing you to face john.

"Bet you're already soaked love, arent ya love? why dont ya check cap?" Kyle says in your ear, deep causing a shedder as he pries your legs open.

Kyle lifts you all too quickly and John takes the opportunity to tug off your panties and you assume toss them aside without a care too busy looking into Kyle's eyes to notice they'd been pocketed.

john's fingers grip at your thighs to keep you in place and he greedily dives in-between your legs, his tongue dips between your folds. You jerk instantly at the sensation, but you are unable to move.

Kyle holding you in place, his deep voice murmers, reminding you "good for my captain, you wouldn't show me up now, would ya love?"

John laps at your cunt like hes a man starved, because he is, so long since he had been face first in such a pretty pussy, his tongue plunging deep between your folds and hammering your sensitive clit, pulling pretty moans out from your lips.

Your hips are buckling, desperate for release as you clench around nothing, you can feel Kyle pressed against, occasionally rubbing against you.

you hide your face in Kyle's nape as John devours you, its noisy, vulgar almost, your moans and the almost slurping from John, you cant help the warm feeling rushing to your cheeks.

johns not a man to be ignored, he wont let his pretty girl hide, he could sink his teeth into your thigh or maybe spank your cunt but that would just push you further into Kyle and John just wants to look after his girl, he's been craving this, you, to prove him self. ever since Kyle showed him your polaroids and love letters he knew he wanted a taste, months of being deployed and drip feed tid bits about what you liked, the pretty sounds, how tight you were, how perfect youd be for them.

his eyes study you, your own are squeezed shut until his fingers enter you, you wants you to make a mess, all over him. hes a solider, he can handle it.

long and so thick, pounding your pussy so hard you babble something incoherent to Kyle.

"Keep ya eyes on me, got ta' use ya words love" his voice is gruff and commanding, you wanted to please him.

you're breathless, and nod, not the response he wanted, so a smack soon lands you your cunt and all you can do is bite your quivering lip.

"need ya ta' say it love, how can I give ya what you want?" you can only wince and pout as you receive nothing, you grind into Kyle but he soon holds you still.

"Ask for it like a big girl. your always so demanding with me love, caps seen all the letters, he knows you can use ya words." Kyle demands and your so close, your beg for it.

"please, please make me cum, captain, need it so bad.” you were greedy, wanting, needing, more and more of them.

his fingers soon plunge back into you, you're clenched around him so tight, its quicker than before, fucking into your pussy and his mouth sucks on your bud until your essence coats his beard.

"atta girl, knew ya could do it." Kyle says kissing your temple and John keeps lapping at your cunt, hes gotta get you ready, gonna be a long night.

[felassanis]

I really love the idea of The Dark Urge, who's on the road to redemption, actually being pushed into an Alliance with Gortash when they reunite in Act 3 affer the way their companions react to the reveal.

Because EVERYONE (barring Astarion cause hes understandably grateful actually lol, but he still calls u evil) is fucking appalled by the reveal. Karlach outright doesn't even want to look at you, which is MORE than understandable given how one of the closest people to her is getting the heart eyes from Gortash. Gale doesn't want to speak to you, Jaheira is starting to doubt and is horrified because you're not just a Bhaalspawn. But THE Bhaalspawn.

And think about it from Durge's perspective. Through dialogue choices there's option for Durge to come across as...slightly hopeless. They condemn themselves in a very self deprecating manner in some dialogue. But the one thing that makes them want to do better, is to do right by the people around them. To be a better person for them.

But here, their friends are condemning them. Yelling at Durge for being the mastermind, and as someone said in a GREAT post I'll need to track down, All this alienates Durge from their party, potentially reinstating Durge's self-hatred that they're beyond hope, and suddenly...Gortash is the only friendly face in the room.

Regardless if it's intentional on Gortash's part to alienate Durge. Here is this man who knows you, showers you in compliments but it's not...fake. not in the way you would expect from the sleazy man. He is genuinely HAPPY to see you. The first person...ever, to be genuinely happy to see you. (Because you're awful and no one is ever happy to see you rock up) AND he's got all the answers to your past.

Meanwhile behind you. Everyone is seeing you for the monster you've been telling them you are. The monster you FEAR you are.

You suddenly feel alone amongst faces you call friends. They look at you and are repulsed. And yes, of course they are. You're the Dark Urge. Murder incarnate. Why wouldn't they? And with how harsh some companions can be in this scene (again understandably) I can see a real argument for Durge losing all motivation to redeem themselves potentially. They were doing it for their friends and now their friends hate them.

But Gortash? Gortash knows Durge for the monster they are and yet they greet them like an old friend. They ARE old friends. Gortash knows the worst of Durge and yet he can't seem to wipe that smile off his face talking to them.

Maybe this is where Durge was always supposed to wind up.

[thranduel]

if byler isn't endgame...

what was the point of making will in love with mike?

why was will used as a plot device to force mike and el back together and "fix" their relationship issues? (the writers literally took his OWN feelings for mike and his OWN painting for mike that was supposed to be something special between them only and made it all about... el? this is genuinely one of the most cruel, ridiculous and unnecessary writing decisions i've ever seen if it doesn't result in will getting the person he loves)

why did they clearly highlight the contrast between byler and m*leven's relationships all season? how mike makes el feel like a monster for being different vs how he does NOT make will feel like a mistake for being different? how mike and el had the biggest fight after mike apologised vs how mike and will made up and ended up closer than before after mike apologised? how mike and el don't have healthy communication and struggle to understand each other vs how mike and will always have genuine heart-to-heart conversations, understand each other so well and sometimes don't even have to say any words? how mike feels insecure in his relationship with el and has his trauma/feelings invalidated vs how will manages to always make him feel special, confident and gives him strength when he's struggling and needs help?

why are there so many parallels and similarities between will and el as individual characters AND also their relationships with mike?

why is mike's relationship with will different from all his other platonic friends? (and don't just say "because will is in love with him", because in some scenes, MIKE is the one who initiates things and goes out of his way for will. which reminds me, you know how everyone says mike does so many romantic things for el? like not giving up on her when she's missing, taking care of her, being protective over her, etc.? he actually did all of those things for will first)

why did mike vent to will about his fight with el (the fight he claims they "can't come back from") without directly saying what the fight was about? all he said was "maybe i should've said something... and if i would've said that thing, then maybe she'd want me there with her." so... you're venting to your friend and you can't even specify that your big fight was about not being able to say "i love you"? why was it kept so secretive if you truly love her and it's no big deal? you've said you love her in front of a group of people before anyways, even when will was there, so why can't you even say the words to him while venting?

why did mike vent to will (again) and say that if he would've explained himself to el, maybe she would've taken him with her? will says he thinks it's scary to open up like that, to say how you really feel, but shouldn't mike and el already know how they both feel about each other at this point? el heard mike say he loved her in season 3, and at the end of the same season, she said "i love you too" before kissing him. they have kissed a lot, sent letters to each other and do lovey dovey things, which should make their feelings quite clear?????

and what was the point of this line from will?

"because... what if... what if they don't like the truth?"

we're supposed to be talking about el here. sure, will was subtly speaking about himself, and we know that as the audience. but mike doesn't. this conversation is about el, so mike still thinks will is talking about her. why on earth would he NOD after will says the part about how she might not like the truth? mike knows that "the truth" she WANTS to hear is "i love you", so why wouldn't she like the truth? why did mike nod at what will said and why did he agree with him? what is actually even happening in this scene??????????????

why did they make all the canon couples stand together in the final shot of season 4, with mike and will standing together too?

what was the point of ANY of this if they weren't planning on making byler endgame?!?!?!?!?!

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

This is so true, so well-put, and so alarming.

I talk about this constantly but one of the greatest things that ever happened to me was the neighborhood where I lived during my elementary school years. You wouldn't call it a walkable area as an adult, but for a kid it was perfect: I lived on a quiet cul-de-sac, within walking distance of most of my friends; the park (with playgrounds and nature areas); the public pool; my family's church; and Baskin Robbins. My parents were also deeply committed to giving my siblings and I reasons to be outside, so we had a largeish backyard with a playset and trampoline, and a treehouse and sandbox my dad built, himself; and my parents kept a garage full of various riding toys (bikes, scooters, skates etc), sports equipment, and stuff like sidewalk chalk and water guns. (When I say they were committed, I mean they were committed.)

So that's how I spent my childhood. I started by playing in the back yard; moved to the cul-de-sac as I got a little older and could be trusted around the occasional car; and by the time we moved away, I had fairly free rein to wander the neighborhood, bike around, visit my friends, go to the park etc, all without a phone of any kind, as long as my parents knew ~generally how to find me. I don't think I could be described as a super confident kid - I've always been a bit cautious as a person and there were definitely other factors that impacted my confidence especially socially - but like, I was always in these situations where I was navigating choices on my own, away from my parents, and where I was fairly self-governing.

And then we moved! Far away from that perfect little neighborhood, to the other side of the country, in a patch of suburbia in the middle of the woods where nobody my age lived and nothing was within walking distance and my parents didn't want me walking through the woods anyway, all right as I transitioned into my teenage years in earnest. There were a lot of things about that move that were difficult for me, but I think the sudden, sharp loss of independence was maybe the worst. All of the confidence I'd built up was gone. I became completely dependent on my parents immediately. it's not really anybody's fault, but I had a lonely several years until my parents put me in online high school, I made friends, and I started to Be Online for the first time in my life (and I've been Online™️ ever since 😬)

Anyway. I guess I've seen both sides of this? And like, my elementary school years weren't perfect and I had my share of small and big troubles. But I was generally happy, navigating friendships and making decisions and spending time outside and around people and getting plenty of fresh air and exercise every day, just playing. Vs being utterly dependent on busy adults and not seeking out opportunities just because I don't know what's out there and don't have the confidence to go for it even if I did.

I don't know where I'm going with this besides that I feel awful for kids. Like actual kids as well as teenagers. They all deserve better; they deserve independence and autonomy to a developmentally appropriate degree, and they deserve time outside and spaces where they can hang out and be themselves in public with other people their age. This situation is unfair to them on so many levels. It's not their fault that they are the way that they are. Kids don't get a choice, nor is it their responsibility. It's adults' jobs to make sure kids have what they need for healthy development, and it's society's responsibility to support parents in providing their children with what they need, and kids have been repeatedly failed by both of these groups since before they were born. It's not their fault.

if pointing out that the age of getting a phone decreasing along with the prevalence of short form video as the dominant form of social media content during the most significant collective educational gap in recent history all of which happened during one of the most significant windows of psychological development in a human lifetime has had a deleterious effect on the attention spans, self-regulation, impulse control, social skills, tech literacy, and actual literacy of zoomers and gen alpha. if pointing out that that is a real and serious problem makes me a boomer and an old crank who has fallen for “kids these days” propaganda someone find me a porch and a rocking chair so i can yell at you to get off my lawn

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, | rex sloan 'splode' x gender neutral reader

love mail — PLEAASE please rex sloane be famous IM BEGGINg this took me like an hour but it's so long i'm actually surprised i committed to it. !!( ; ﾛ)ﾟ ﾟguys.. .. please... my efforts for my alive husband.. MAJOR S3 SPOILERS ! angst too oops, not proofread sorri !

wc : 2.2k

the three times rex sloan broke your heart.

rex sloan, or splode, one or the other — depending on how much he liked you, was a man that many knew for his pride, ego, and utter selfishness. the living, breathing representative of a self absorbed man. you hated the fact you fell for his stupid jokes and undeniable charm, how could you not? in his words, he was irresistable, and you had to admit.. he wasn't lying.

rex had you smitten with that little smirk of his and promises of well spent 'bonding' and 'getting to know each other'. you were doomed the moment he caught on to what made you tick, and what made you flush.

the very first time he had broken your trust, was his promise to court you — to have a beautiful life with you, that your eyes were pretty, that you were his, all his. only to hear those same words as he pounds into some random woman in your apartment, to your dismay. clothes that weren't yours and ones that definitely belonged to rex are scattered all over the place, and you just feel sick.

you make sure to yell for them to get out. and your eyes burn into rex's unapologetic ones, you see that smile on his face — unashamed, uncaring. you accept your defeat, that you fell for stupid, flowery words, from a pretty face with an ugly heart. you fall to the floor when you hear the door click, wobbly knees unable to hold you up for any longer as you sob; heart screaming at you for allowing yourself to be betrayed like this — when you knew you should have been smarter, wiser. not fall to something as stupid as love.

dealing with him around the base was your worst nightmare. he was fine; same insufferable jerkbag, while you cried and cried for days on end. where your body felt used, and your heart strings being tugged so tightly, you were afraid your fraile organ would burst. you knew one thing for sure, rex splode — was a man beyond redemption, beyond saving, and beyond forgiveness.

you dealt with seeing his face all the time, pissing you off, the team off, and being the same arrogant asshole he always was. you scold yourself for ever thinking he was anything different, for all the times he confided in you, and you him, for all the times your connection was more than cheap sex — was revealed to be nothing. hell, you wouldn't even be surprised if the cheap sex was all rex cared about. fuck that guy. (not literally, enough of that.)

the second time was weird. because you never even took him back — but after his.. haunting battle with king lizard that damn near killed him, the team did everything they could to keep him alive. at the cost of him needing to be bedridden for a while, unconcious, barely breathing.

you don't know why you even bothered to visit. you used to fight the urge to bash his face in, but seeing him so.. still, perhaps even peaceful.. you come to wonder how anyone was able to tame that fire he so naturally burned with. you made regular visits with mark, his best friend. and the way he talked about rex, made you remember the version of him you understood him as. for all his spunk and bite, he was still a man. a man who just wanted to be loved; for reasons unbeknownst to you at the time, as his past left him feeling unwanted.

you pitied him, almost. nothing can excuse cheating, nothing — but still.. you can never really get rid of the affection you held for someone. in the back of your head, like a virus that won't go away, it stays.. even if you can't see it, you definitely feel it.

things got worse when he woke up, because you don't know why — or how — but he just.. got better. scoffs and sneers turned to smiles and greetings, brushed off attempts at small talk became check ups on his health, and for the first time in the longest time.. your heart softened for him. you felt the familiar ache of your heart whenever he was around, but not one of hatred, but instead of.. yearning. oh no. your feelings for him coming back a second time around was not welcomed.

you didn't know how to feel on the night rex asked to see you at the roof of your apartment complex, and you didn't know what you were thinking when you agreed to meet. your footsteps feel heavy as you walk the stairs to the very top, and when you open the door — there he is. you expected the whole hero get-up, it was like the only thing he wore.. but no, just a shirt and plain pants while he leaned against a short wall, his back turned as he looked over to the city below. weird, you noted, but rex splode was always weird. and annoying, and insufferable, and —

"you ever think about what it's like?"

you snap out of your thoughts — surprised to hear such softness in his voice. it was almost believable, you scoffed mentally, even if you two were on better terms, you remained cautious. but nevertheless, you walk towards him, standing by his side with crossed arms. "what are you getting at?" you mumbled, an unintentional bite in your tone as rex chuckled, all too familiar with it.

"you know, what it means to be more than a hero — something more than a masked figure that saves lives, lives that are the reason i can only wonder what it must be like to.." his voice trails off, but you're understanding the direction this conversation is going.

you opened your mouth to continue his sentence, the previous snark disappearing. "be happy, truly, and unapologetically happy." you finished, turning your head to search his face for confirmation of her assumption of his words. his bittersweet smile speaks volumes.

he then asks; "you know my last name? like, for real." laughing at the question, you answer without thinking. "splode. it's stupid, rex splode — explode —"

"sloan."

your laugh slowly dies down, blinking at the realization. "my full name is rex sloan." rex, for the first time in.. ever, looks vulnerable. and all of a sudden, you recall just exactly why you were always so captivated by those eyes of his.

the talk extends for a couple hours, some tears are shed, unsaid words were finally shared, and a single promise was made.

"i promise," rex's hand makes it's way to your cheek, soothing your sniffles as the other pulls you close by the hip. a gesture you once recognized as rex wanting something physical, but there was more to this.. something emotional, a connection beyond desire and lust. "—that i'll be better. i'll fix what i broke back then, when i was spoiled, a big brat.. and that i'll be a good man for you. for all the hurt i caused, i'll try to heal tenfold. i'll be more than.. rex splode, i'll be yours." he whispered, leaning in close and brushing his nose against yours, a form of sweet affection.

and at those words, you leaned in to kiss him. a seal, one could say, to his oath of change. and since rex was staring at your lips all night, being on his very best behavior, he appreciated the reward. "you know.." he mumbled against your lips, smiling. "for once in my shitty life, i think i'm actually content." a laugh escapes him, and you practically swallow it with the way he just.. can't, won't pull away from you. "it's kinda worth living if it's with you."

but nothing could be greater than his relief that you forgave him. that the man you found to be so repulsive and conniving, was worth forgiving. and you will never know how much that meant to him. how much you meant to him.

the third, and very last time rex had broken your heart, was the invincible war.

the team was sent to deal with an invincible variant, no biggie! rex was joking about how excited he was to kick his best friends ass, and you laugh.. the war was hard, after all. with so much destruction, some humor doesn't hurt.

you wish you told him to not underestimate the enemy, to have a high guard.. because maybe, maybe you could've stopped this.

monster girl and rudy are safe, they had long fleed the bridge and now it was just you and rex. beaten, bloodied, and bruised.. but together. rex had taken so many more hits, for you and the others more than anything else. the gash in his side is still dripping blood and you feel sick at the sight. you can't win this, you won't win this.

your thoughts are disturbed by the hardest hit you'll likely ever take if you make it out of here alive, slamming you into a wall, knocking the wind out of you. "agh—.." trying to get up serves impossible, every inch of your body is screaming for you to stand, but the building shakes with each explosion rex throws at gogglesible — and all you can do is helplessly watch as your boyfriend, the love of your life, still tries to fight a battle he knows he's lost.

your one good eye widens at the sight of gogglesible getting the upper hand, grabbing rex by the throat — chokes and curses of struggle escaping his lips. "when i'm done with you, it'll be your dumb little partner next. right after they watch you get torn to shreds, limb by limb, with nothing left of you to mourn." the variant spoke coldly, his grip on rex's neck tightening with every second.

you watched helplessly, tears brimming in your eyes as you catch rex's gaze. even as he struggles, he's still got his eyes on you, so loving, full of nothing but adoration. so that's when you know somethings wrong — because for all the love you have for him, you know he wasn't the type to become sappy in the middle of battle. not unless —

that's when you're forcing yourself to move. grabbing onto the wall as you don't notice the way he reaches into his aforementioned gash, too focused to getting to him before it's too late.

rex always joked about going out with a bang — oh fuck, please be some messed up joke.

"honey,"

the sound of his voice immediately makes you snap your head to him, the kindest smile is on his lips — and he's got that apologetic look in his eyes. he knows what'll happen, he just hopes you remember him fondly. not for who he was, but who he became. cause among everything else, he was grateful to become yours. that you will be the one person to remember him as rex sloan, and not the jackass the world made him be.

"make sure to look away f'me, yeah?"

three times rex broke your heart,

two times you chose to forgive —

and one whole lifetime to live without him.

you sob as you turn your head away, the sight too much to bear as the last thing you see is rex's skin beginning to glow an bright yellow hue.

"my entire goddamn skeleton, dickhead."

and then, it was over.

you wake up in a hospital bed, noticing the burn marks that cover your skin, almost mocking the experience you had only hours prior. a reminder of who you lost, permanently engraved on your body forever.

at your side, is a note; it's not anything grandiose, hell — it's crumpled and the penmanship looks half assed. but you know it all too well, rex.

hey, i'm awful at notes. don't expect sappy shit, alright? i just have a horrible feeling about the mission and, you know, no regrets. not saying somethings gonna go wrong but i just want you to know.

when i met you, i was a horrible guy. i chased nothing but my own self pleasure and ego, and i still regret it. the way you looked at me that night, i get scared of disappointing you like that again. god, i wish i wasn't writing this on some tiny notepad i stole from marks desk, but i digress.

i love you, holy fuck i love you. you're my world, my honey, my heart. you made an irredeemable scumbag a tolerable young man, and that's something to be proud of. make sure to never forget that, okay? you were the reason i stopped throwing myself into danger like i was immortal, for once i..

i would be afraid.

for the first time in my life, i was terrified of dying, and that was new — so incredibly new to me. regardless, i'm glad i get to come home to you every single night, honey. no need to be afraid of dying when i know i'll fight hard to live, and see your pretty eyes first thing in the morning.

i love you, for all your sassy remarks and shitty jokes, i love you.

i'll see you when we get back from the mission, and you'll laugh at me for making something so stupid and sappy. but you know i mean it, everything, it's always for you. all of it is for you.

— utterly yours, r. s. ♡

[ikeupied]

"Maybe people leave you because you're impossible to deal with."

My breath hitched, my heart started pounding, and my hands began to shake. No matter how hard I tried to respond, the words wouldn't leave my mouth.

"Have you ever thought about that?"

I stared at him in shock, unable to believe what I was hearing. I never in a million years thought I would hear those words come out of his mouth.

"What...?" I whispered, but my voice cracked before I could finish. How could he say this to me after everything we’d been through? His words echoed in my mind, too strong, too painful.

"It's the truth," he said, as if talking about something as simple as the weather. "You've clung to people, to me, for so long, and now... I don't know. Maybe it’s time to stop expecting people to never get tired of you."

My chest tightened. I could feel the air in the room grow heavy, like my soul was suffocating. Did he really think that?

"You think I'm... that I'm just... unbearable?" The words tumbled out, shaky and uncertain. No, this couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening.

He didn’t look at me, diverting his gaze to the floor, like he didn’t want to see the damage he had already caused. But the words still lingered between us. They felt like daggers, stabbing me again and again.

"Maybe if you weren’t so insecure all the time, people would want to be around you."

Silence wrapped around me like a cold blanket, and I couldn’t help but think of all the times I’d felt invisible, insecure, wondering if maybe he was right. Maybe everything I did was wrong, maybe my whole life had been somehow wrong, and I didn’t even know it.

7:30 AM, the sound of my alarm jolted me awake. I immediately noticed my face was wet; I had been sweating. I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes with my hands. It had been a dream, just that.

I inhaled and exhaled a few times, trying to calm my breath. My hands were shaking, everything felt overwhelming. I squeezed my eyes shut, and tears that I didn’t even realize I was holding back, fell.

"It was just a dream, it’s nothing," I told myself, trying to calm down, and slowly, the crying stopped.

After taking a long shower and staring at myself in the mirror for a while, I got dressed and left the apartment.

8:25 AM. When I saw the time, I realized I was running late for practice. "Shit," I sighed, quickening my pace.

"You’re late," he said, looking at me with his usual smirk. I gave him an empty look and simply walked past him without saying anything.

"Seems like you're in a good mood," he commented. I sighed, holding back the urge to launch myself at him and punch him in the face.

"Can we just start with the choreography? The sooner we get this over with, the better," I said. He gave me a typical smirk.

"Sure, whatever you say."

10:00 AM. I walked out of the dance studio, and Taesan was waiting for me outside.

"How did it go?" he asked as soon as I stepped out, and I could hear genuine concern in his voice. Taesan always worried too much about me, and that made me feel like a burden to him.

"It was... fine," I shrugged, and we started walking toward the university. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, we talked just enough and made good progress with the choreography."

"Good... I’m glad," he said, ruffling my hair gently, which made me laugh faintly. "I hope you’re not too tired. This afternoon we’ve got the group rehearsal to review the choreography for the first round."

I sighed at what he said. Honestly, the only thing I wanted to do was stay in bed all day, staring at the ceiling, reevaluating everything I’d said and done since I was three years old. But I couldn’t, so I just nodded and kept walking.

It was going to be a very long day.

just a dream (wc ; 2798)

SYNOPSIS: Y/n and Riki were inseparable. The kind of friendship everyone envied, the kind that felt unbreakable. But somewhere along the way, something shattered. Now, every word they exchange is a fight, every glance a silent war. Neither of them wants to admit how much it hurts. Neither of them wants to be the first to let go of the anger. But how long can you hate someone who once meant everything to you? Because the line between love and hate has never been thinner.

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[paladin--strait]

Could you do brothers best friend with Sidney Crosby? Maybe reader is mackinnons younger sister or something

master plan - sidney crosby

also:

all you were to him was his best friends little sister.

-

the years flew by of knowing sidney, watching him grow into the player he is today seemed to pass by quickly. my bags are packed and by the car, ready for me to take my leave. i've been staying with nathan in colorado for a few years at his apartment, having transferring high schools.

but now that i've got a transferred to a university in pittsburgh, sidney offered to let me stay with him until i was able to get my own place and have a stable lifestyle. nathan frowns, looking at me. "i'll miss you, be safe." he says, placing both hands on my shoulders.

"i will, don't worry." my words come out barely reassuring, and i can tell by his face he's not the happiest about the situation. "sidney will be here soon, please don't give him that really long 'take care of my little sister or there will be consequences' talk. he's your best friend, he wouldn't do that."

"i just want to make sure you're gonna be safe and not exposed to anything you don't need to be exposed to." his arms cross, his eyes squinting a little.

we bicker back and forth a little before we see sidney walking towards us with a smile. they hug and laugh a little, then they both turn to look at me. my backpack is slung over my back, a large suitcase in my hand.

"you ready, little nate?" asks sidney, a smile on his face.

ah, there it is. the dreaded nickname that sidney gave me years ago and it's stuck ever since he joked about it and got a bunch of laughs. i nod, smiling awkwardly. he helps me with my suitcase, letting me say goodbye to nathan. "bye baby sis, be safe and be happy. don't stress too much about school, i know how you get. i love you." he rants, pulling me in for a tight hug.

"i'll be safe, i promise. i love you, nate." i whisper, hugging back. it's gonna be weird moving away from my brother, since we've been together practically our whole lives. "i'll text you when the plane lands."

"you better. and sid, i better not hear anything about you not taking care of her and keeping her safe." his words stern, pointing a finger at sidney. "i know shes grown, but she needs taking care of too."

sidney nods with a smile, my suitcase still in hand. "i won't let anything happen to her, i promise." he gestures for me to follow him, and i wave goodbye to nathan. the door to nathan's car shuts after he waves, my lips pursing together as we walk towards the bus.

the ride is awkwardly quiet between us all the way to the airport, with a question here and there. but, once we get to the airport and walk towards the plane with the rest of the team, i can't help but feel a little nervous. i'm grateful that their managers let me fly back with them after the penguins game in colorado, just a perk of being a players sibling, i guess.

i take a seat in the front, knowing the players will probably want to sit in the back. i pop in my earbuds, listening to the playlist of my downloaded music. i stare outside the window, watching the plane leave the ground.

i wake up about an hour later, pulling my earbud out to look over at who tapped me on the shoulder. it's evgeni malkin, looking at me with a cheesy smile. he invites me to play cards with his group of people he's sitting with, hoping i'll say yes. i sit with them, laughing and cracking jokes as we play a lively game of cards.

the rest of the flight goes by quickly and i stand, walking back to my seat to collect my stuff. i thank the group for the fun game, walking off the plane with tristan jarry. we got to talking during the flight, we seem pretty similar so we got along pretty well. i hand back, waiting for sidney.

he walks up to me, his coat blowing in the wind. "have fun playing cards, little nate?" he asks with a smile. "come on, we still have to take the team bus back to the arena so we can get to our cars." i huff, just ready to get to his house, ready to sleep in a comfortable bed.

the bus ride goes by smoothly, about 20 minutes of quietness. the players are now tired, the moon high in the sky. they don't typically travel at night like this? but since the plane ride was so short, they just decided to come on home after the game.

we finally get in sidney's car, him turning up the heater. he sighs, driving back to his apartment. i look out the window as he drives, admiring the lights of the city at night. the car ride is silent, with a yawn or sigh here and there.

we soon arrive to his apartment, the car doors opening from both of our sides. i look around the parking garage, grabbing my luggage from his car. most of my stuff was shipped here already, having been here about a week.

sidney helps me with a few of my things, leading me to his apartment. the door squeaks a bit as he unlocks it, kicking it open.

-

it's been a few weeks since i moved in with sidney, and we've ended up becoming pretty good friends. i go to most of his home games, we eat dinner together, we play board games and card games when possible, he helps me with my homework, it's all been so fun being here with him.

at first i thought i would hate living with him, but it's actually made me pretty happy. he knows just how to cheer me up, making me my favorite meal or spending time with me when i'm sad. i do the same for him, and now we practically do everything together.

i slip on my crosby jersey, sighing. i fix the rest of my outfit and hair, grabbing my wallet, phone and keys. i make my way outside, unlocking my car and getting in. sidney bought me a car for my birthday last week, a gift i never expected, especially from him. i begged him to take it back, but he insisted that i kept it and stop taking ubers everywhere.

my phone connects to bluetooth as i get in and buckle up, and i press a few buttons on the wheel, calling nathan. his voice comes through the speakers a few seconds later. "hey baby sis! how's it going?"

"good! i'm on my way to the penguins game. how's it going with you?" i ask, pulling out of the parking garage.

"good, practice was terrible today. everyone seemed off..." he says, sighing.

"everyone gets in a slump here and there, i'm sure it'll be okay." i reassure, smiling. we talk for a bit until i pull into the parking lot at the arena, "okay, i'm at the arena so i gotta go!" we say goodbyes and i excitedly make my way into the arena, grabbing a drink and snack before i make my way to my seat.

the penguins are playing the rangers tonight, so it should be a pretty entertaining game. i set down my drink and take a seat, munching on my snack while i wait for the game to start. i throw away the trash just as warmups start, making my way back to my seat as fast as possible.

i smile as the players make their way onto the ice, i clap and cheer a little, watching both teams do drills and stretches. i see sid skating over, a smile on his face and a puck in his hand. be throws the puck over, and he laughs when i can't catch it. i pick it up and put it in my pocket, smiling at sidney.

he gestures for me to take a photo with him, so i grab my phone and turn around, smiling as i click the capture button, showing him the photo. he gives a thumbs up and waves, skating back to warm up. i laugh, sending the photo to nathan.

once the anthem is over, the game begins soon after. the puck drops, and they players work hard to get the puck in their offensive zones, trying their best to score. i make sure to take a lot of pictures so i can post them later, it's been a while since i last posted so i want some content.

-

i wait up for sidney, editing the pictures on my phone and uploading them to instagram. i tag the penguins in some the photos, then tag sidney in the picture we took together. the pictures are posting when the door clicks open, a loud and tired sigh filling the room.

i turn, seeing sidney walking in. i give him a smile, congratulating him on his win over the rangers. he thanks me and gives me a hug, when his phone dings.

he looks down, clicking on his phone and checking his notifications. "you tagged me in a photo?" he asks, laughing as he clicks on the post. he smiles warmly as he scrolls through the photos, and there's a hint of something unreadable in his eyes when he stops on the selfie of us during warm ups.

"do you not like it? i can take it down if you want me to." i ask, looking at his phone.

"no no, i love the photo. send it to me?" he smiles, looking at me.

i nod, pulling out my phone and sending it to him. his phone dings a few seconds later, signaling he got the picture. he thanks me and gives me a hug, wishing me goodnight.

i go to bed as well, yawning as i change into my sleep clothes.

-

the next morning when i wake up, i smell bacon and eggs. i shoot up in bed, not even bothering to change. i rush into the kitchen, "is that bacon?" i ask excitedly.

sid laughs and nods, flipping the pieces of meaty goodness with the kitchen tongs. he lets them cook, moving to stir the scrambled eggs. "do you need any help?" i walk over to him, looking at all the delicious food he's cooking.

"you can set the table if you want." he smiles warmly, gesturing to the plates on the counter that he's yet to set. i nod, grabbing the plates, silverware, and napkins and bringing them to the table.

i'm placing everything in its spot when his phone dings, "can you see who that is?" he asks, still working on breakfast. i nod, walking over to his phone. i click the on button to see who texted him, only to be met with the photo of me and him set as his lock screen.

"y/n? who is it?" he calls out, wondering why i'm so quiet. "is something wrong?"

"no, nothings wrong. i just...spaced out." i lie, smiling softly. the phone automatically turns off, so i turn it on again. "it's geno, he wants to know if you want to hang out later and eat dinner."

"tell him i'm busy," he says, bringing the pan of bacon to the table and putting a few pieces on our plates. "me and you have plans to go to that new restaurant, remember?"

"are you sure? we can do that some other time."

"no!" he says, almost a little too quickly. his tone is suspicious, "i mean, no. i had to make reservations for that restaurant, they book up quickly and it's be over a month before we can get in again."

"oh, alright..." i eye him suspiciously, before texting geno back. he puts a thumbs up on the text, and i set sid's phone down and join him at the table. we eat in a comfortable silence like normal. "sid, this is amazing. i swear, you get better every time you cook."

he laughs, eating a piece of bacon with a shrug. "i have practice later, but i'm showering and changing at the rink so be ready to leave when i get home. remember it's a fancier restaurant, so wear something nice."

"i will, i already have it picked out." a laugh leaves my mouth, then i continue to eat.

-

the door opens with a creak, just like it did the first day i moved in. sidney walks in, looking at me. i swear i can see the faintest blush on his cheeks, a happy grin now plastered on his face. "you look amazing. are you ready to go?"

i nod, standing up and following him to his car date he locks the door behind us. he opens the door for me, a cheeky grin on his face. i laugh, sitting down in the plush, leather seats of his car.

the drive is mostly quiet, with soft music filling the silence. we ask each other questions here and there, with the occasional joke, cough or yawn. once we pull up, he quickly gets out and opens the door for me. i smile and thank him quietly, following beside him into the restaurant.

the waiter sits us at our table and sets down the menus, asking us if we would like any drinks. we answer with our preferred drinks of choice, the waiter giving us a polite nod as he goes to get them. i open the menu, scanning the pages.

after a moment of silence between us, i break it softly. "sidney, this place is awfully expensive. i'll pay half."

"no need." he laughs, adjusting his jacket. "you're worth it." his words make my face flush red, a dumbfounded look on my face.

"sidney..."

"y/n." he begins, waiting for the waiter to leave after he brings our drinks. "i need to tell you something." his tone and face suddenly serious, making me set down the menu as he does the same.

i nod, willing to hear him out. "of course, anything."

"just, don't freak out, okay? you have to promise to hear me out." he says, and i agree with a nod.

"listen y/n, i thought you moving in would be a mistake. that you would bother me and make my life a living hell." he sighs, and my face drops. "but, i was wrong. completely wrong. you have made this the best time of my life. you always know just the right thing to say and when to say it, always take care of me and my friends. i guess what i'm trying to say is...i really like you. like, a lot."

my jaw drops slightly, my hand coming up to fidget with the necklace he got me.

"if you don't like me back, i understand. but, just know, i already talked to nathan, and he's okay with this, if that's what you're worried about."

i shake my head, "sidney, i like you too. i've liked you for so long, but i never saw it." i admit, a smile gracing his face at my words.

he laughs softly, reaching into his coat pocket. he pulls out a little box, with a beautiful ring inside. i'm about to speak, but he cuts me off. "don't worry, i'm not proposing. this is a promise ring, to signify that i'll always take care of you and love you."

i smile softly as i look at the ring, the silver shining in the box from the light. i slip it on my finger, the band fitting me perfectly. it's decorated in small gems, different colors all over it. "it's beautiful...thank you."

he nods with a smile, putting the empty box back in his pocket. his stomach grumbles loudly, making both of us laugh. "well, i guess we should order now."

i nod, picking my menu back up while we're both still laughing. i peek out from the top of my menu, looking at him. he's still grinning, his eyes scanning the menu.

i snap a sneaky picture of the ring, sending it to nate with a message attached, 'promise ring!! 💍' i smile as it sends, the message soon popping up as read.

he texts back quickly, his message making me laugh. 'it was all part of my master plan to get you two together...😈'

i show the message to sid, his laugh bellowing out across the quiet restaurant. it draws a little attention, something i would normally be embarrassed about. but with him, i could never be embarrassed.

[despairtwins]

#exactly. it gives him some benefits (stability and money) while basically completely fucking the rest of his life (via @parasiticmoth)

#gestures vaguely at what being a cop did to harry. a guy who probably had a similar childhood. #gestures VIOLENTLY AT CUNOESSE. (via @lastwave)

#THE RCM ALREADY CHEWED HARRY UP AND SPIT HIM OUT YOU THINK IT WOULDN'T DO THE SAME TO CUNO??? #A TRAUMATIZED CHILD WITH NO SUPPORT SYSTEM AND A HISTORY OF DRUG ABUSE (via @boyswillbeboxes)

#he's going into a career of violence and death and drugs and the dregs of society in full frontal view and how do y'all think he'll deal #remember the exchange if you punch cuno and he goes 'cuno respects that physical violence shit' or something #and jean being on speed and harry's...everything everywhere all at once and cuno already being addicted at like 12 (via @whistleafblower)

#MULTIPLE REASPNS #1) cop. self explanatory. you're just shunting cuno into a new cycle of violence & abuse & likely addiction #2) separating him from his community #3) separating him from cunoesse which will hurt them both. cunoesse has literally no one else. #4) okay who takes care of cuno while he's enrolling and training? i hope not harry or kim or jean. none of them are fit for childcare. #& being RAISED by cops (if that were the case) would tangle him up in the system even more inextricably #this kid already idolizes cops for THEIR VIOLENCE AND POWER #like when he talks about how many people pryce 'has dusted' #i love cuno which is why i would never ever want him to join the rcm #he'd be on track to become the worst most violent and power-tripping cop ever #and if you want his life to get better you shouldn't bring him anywhere near a law enforcement position (via @57sfinest)

#LETS NOT FORGET WHAT BEING IN A MILTIA DID TO THE DESERTER (via @d1sc01nf3rn0)

#I tell myself that there's no way Harry will have the money to support that (he didn't have the money to get HIMSELF through training) so #and changes are coming. #BUT THAT'S STILL NOT A FLUFFY ENDING. IT'S A FLASHING DANGER SIGN (via @revacholianpizzaagenda)

i know i said this like 3 months ago but cop cuno isn't the happy warm fuzzy ending a lot people seem to think it is. it makes me want to eat drywall actually.

[myfriendpokey]

letters from my friend the strangler

1. we glimpse pleasure as we do movements of consciousness: fleetingly, in the creation and destruction of forms. if pleasure couldn't be faked we wouldn't have an entertainment industry. the idea that pleasure is static and knowable and can be doled out in fixed proportions is why we have the sad and mangled little tribe known as videogame players - people driven nuts by a boredom and unhappiness they can't even articulate, since by rights it shouldn't even exist. art as sentimental education; art as an education in pleasure, this thing we don't quite recognize or know what to do with.

2. the idea that the world could be otherwise is the basis of fiction; but as a result we can't look at a work of fiction without knowing that it, too, could be otherwise. that it might be wrong, could be adjusted, that whatever it excludes could have been contained and whatever it contains might just as well have been excluded. to me this is why art can only mean something in a negative sense, by omission or evasion. a mask that doesn't have anything behind it is still a mask. when we put the things we love into fiction we raise the suspicion that they might not be real; when we leave them out we wonder if they might be real, after all.

3. the problem with puzzle games is that their skills translate too well to a CV. art should only ever make you less employable than you were before.

4. condemned to live by metaphors of the balanced checkbook - individual, family, studio and state, all have to make sure the money going out matches the money coming in. yet we survive on dwindling lines of credit extended to us by the dead generations, specifically by actions that themselves refused to make this kind of sense. and the only way to extend credit is by our own actions that make no sense, the ones whose benefit we'll never get to see.

5. when we say experimental art we tend to mean whatever makes no money. and so just by existing this work performs a useful purpose, by demonstrating the gap between what's materially possible and what's economically possible. most people already live and work inside this gap. trying to maintain the facade of self-sufficient economic life, one propped up behind the scenes by innumerable acts of care. but what i appreciate about the experimental is the suggestion this everyday distance is just wider than we know. odd and slippery things rush from it, misshapen, "formless" - we ask ourselves what these are, who they can possibly be for. but just by existing they attain the terrible authority of a thing in the world, an unseen aspect of the universe. experimental art is good because it tells us we don't even know what material possibility might look like.

6. for me, playing a videogame is generally less interesting than remembering one. memory is not "playful" the way videogames try to be - we don't choose or want what sticks with us, and what sticks with us is often what videogames themselves don't seem to choose or want, their clunky material qualities and dead zones. play as a dream of unalienated life becomes grotesque as soon as it's identified with leisure, the other face of work. for me the truth content of videogames is the way that they're unfree, the way they're faithful to an unfree world.

7. the most basic belief in videogame spaces: that what we're doing is basically good, that everything will work out in the end. what kind of games would you make if you no longer believed this was the case?

8. all i want from a videogame is the sense that people making it did things because they wanted to. that they were willing even for a second to omit the guarantees of effort, craft, or form, and bet it all on the strength or folly of their miserable desires.

9. from a comics journal essay on yoshiharu tsuge: "there is a difference between Hollywood talking about making movies (a world involving hundreds of millions of dollars, thousands of people and some of the most recognizable names in the world) and some guy crouching over a table taking pot-shots at someone who snubbed him at a comic con […] the insularity simply feeds into itself, becoming ever more distant from the rest of the world." to me this is the problem of contemporary culture writing in miniature. it craves something more "real" than art, than the aesthetic. but the things it takes as real are themselves abstractions: money, jobs, celebrity. efforts to get real by talking about money will fail if they don't recognize money itself as unreal, a garbled dream of more general productivity; say, the kind embodied by someone making unprofitable comics at the kitchen table, or doing any other kind of work, conversation, thought. good work will not have investor backing. all of it - from local acts of care to organized blockades of port used for weapons shipments, or performing unnamed activities at a healthcare CEO - relies on a recognition that the regime of money is not truly universal, that acts outside its logic can still be performed, even provisionally. compare to a supposedly hardened industry realism that spends all its time weepily combing through box office receipts to find proof of its own experience. art is the opposite of money - something that's not "real" but that nevertheless exists, and which in doing so proves other kinds of realism might be possible.

10. the denial of shared or public life turns into a kind of white flight from communication itself, now seen as hopelessly contaminated by the other. to look someone in the eye and know they're looking back is unendurable. the crying laughing emoji's eyes are shut - the enemy is so far beneath contempt they don't even exist, except as a distant flicker at the edges of this joyous infant world. what's left when communication itself seems a few syllables too close to communism? the endless work of announcing you exist beyond its terms. gurning, sneering, winking at the invisible audience, in your suburban house covered with security cameras.

11. when criticism itself becomes means-testing all we can do is point to the sheer useless abundance of the aesthetic. if despite everything else i still find myself coming back to art, it's because i find attempts to think about it a little less grotesque than attempts not to.

12. we can't buy back our life, it must be stolen.

[nightscythe]

I’ve been sick for the past two weeks, and it’s got me wondering—how do you think the primarchs would handle their s/o being sick for that long? Would some of them totally panic and try to carry you to the medbay even if you just have a cold? Or would they be the quietly worried type, sitting next to you and acting like they’re not checking your temperature every five minutes?

Would any of them try (and fail) to cook you something? Or maybe sit there reading to you because rest is important? I need to know who’s handling it with grace and who’s acting like you’re dying of the plague.

i hope you feel better anon!! i hope this gives you a bit of comfort ◡̈

pre-heresy primarchs when their muse is sick? just another way of saying that their entire world is shutting down. because they don't get sick so they just can't compute it properly.

cw for sickness/illness of course, worries about death, and alpharius' one is darker.

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the lion: he would never, ever leave your side. he may not outright tell you he's worried but given the fact he's moved in days, its safe to assume his worry has consumed him beyond anything else. actually, the only time he did leave was when you fell asleep one time and he wanted to make you food himself (because, if whoever was making your food before was doing a good job, you'd be better already). he can't actually cook but he does his best for you an it actually turns out well, and when you inadvertently compliment him he decide then and there he will walways be the one who makes your food. convinces himself he's the reason you're getting better in the end. and when you finally find a bit of rest? he finally lets his hands shake because he was worried. tiny over-reaction.

fulgrim: pff, dramatic? that's not fulgrim at all. convinces himself you've contracted the black plague for certain, but keeps up his happy appearance and tells everyone you're going to be fine anyway. no expense is too much, an array of possible things to make you better are presented each day, no matter how many times you tell him you don't need tiny rocks to make you feel better no matter how pretty they were. would probably need shutting down eventually and for you to tell him you would just like him, not everything he can offer. his heart practically melts at the thought, and even if you did have the plague, he'd still risk getting it to so he could revel in how much you wanted him around.

perty: hates more than anything that he can't fix it for you. probably spends more time away from you in an effort to cure whatever illness you have (because antibiotics could surely be more efficient), asking for four updates an hour from his sons. also probably thinks he's useless being with you, so there's no point with you. let's say you have enough of not seeing him and find him, sit beside him and watch him work. he wouldn't notice you at first, so focused on distracting himself from worry that shouldn't even exist to him. but when you place your hand on his, he freezes. what do you need? he'd ask, and when you say you need him, he short circuits for a moment. yes, of course, whatever will help. probably one of the first times he realised it was him that you loved and not his mind.

khan: there's not many times he would show his feelings openly. but he doesn't understand human weakness, certainly not something so mundane as being sick. so when he tries to imagine it in his head, he somehow inflates it to something far worse than it actually is. he makes an effort to keep light banter with you, even jest at how he'd never expected something like this to phase you. he'd want to let you rest, but when you ask him to stay, he'd be the first to sit back down and make sure no one was disturbing him for at least 24 hours. he'd talk to you until you fell asleep and stay by your side until you woke up. the second you feel better he tells you he always knew you'd be fine, but internally he's finally stopped worrying that he was going to lose you.

leman: laughed it off at first (nervously) because he knew you were strong. forgot you were not a primarch and could acually be defeated by something as small as a cold in the more dire circumstances. he'd be quite proactive in trying to get you to recover. no mopping around in bed all day when you could be having a warm bath or sitting beside him eating a good meal. somehow by trying to convince himself everything is fine and normal he becomes extremely efficient in making you feel better because you just feel... normal. but when you really have had enough, and you just want to rest, it only takes one look for him to give in. come here, little one, he'd say as he pulled you into his arms, resting his head against yours, you are strong, you'll be okay.

dorn: he may not have the words to say to you, but he's comfort incarnate nonetheless. he holds your hand, a bit (a lot) tighter sometimes when you show any symptoms of your illness. he asks for things to be brought to you that he knows will help (ie, soup, and even tastes it to make sure its the perfect temperature), he processes every bit of information logically so he knows what could possibly happens. accidentally focuses on the most negative side effects. a side effect of your medication is death? doesn't matter how many times you tell him they have to say that in case you have an allergic reaction, he's convinced himself of the worse. only recovery will remove this fear. is your personal guardian until you feel better regardless.

curze: has no clue what to do. is angry at you for being sick (he told you to wear a jacket when it was cold and this is what we've come to?). angry at himself for not being able to change it (because he should have held you in his arms and forced you to share his warmth). he could just go and check if you needed anything but that's too easy. life isn't that fair to him, there must be more to it. turns his attention elsewhere in ignorant bliss. returns to your bedside in time for you to wake up and still doesn't say anything to you, just watches. if you seem any worse he'll send someone, he's no help in this situation. no, he just goes and procures you a bunch of flowers and a gift to show his affection.

sanguinius: he already treats you like the most fragile thing in existence, so when you actually do show an ounce of weakness? he caves. he will not let you lift a finger. he will not have you bear a single thought without his support. you may just have a sore throat, he'd silence you with a kiss and speak for you, as if he knew exactly what you were going to say. he'd smile sweetly as he did everything in his power to ensure you were recovering (yes, he'd have someone check on you every ten minutes, even has an oximeter on you just in case...). type to lay beside you as you sleep, watch you so closely he can track each of your breaths, shield you from anything the outside world has to offer. and he knows you'll be fine. but whats a better excuse than this to treat you like he always wanted to.

ferrus: well you're not allowed to have anything happen to you, so good luck. he doesn't really know how to tell you anything else. you're not leaving me, he'd say as he sat beside me. and you can tell him over and over its literally just tonsillitis or whatever. he doesn't listen. its like him telling you over and over will somehow indoctrinate your body into listening to him. immediately begins looking into a way to make sure you're not susceptible to illness again, but never leaves your side. it would seem that vaccines need to be made stronger...that is how they work, if they were more effective, you would not be in this condition. how do you tell him you can't vaccinate against every single bacteria and virus. in his own arrogance of telling you you can't leave him, he doesn't worry too much.

angron: it was okay at first. then he really thought about it. he's unable to cope at all. please don't leave me he'd whisper in the dead of night. he's so quietly observant, seeing your fever get worse, how you reached for him as if you wanted him to help. please, my love, tell me you won't leave me. he knows you're sleeping and won't hear him, but he can't bring himself to say it at any other time. he just sits there, his legs and hands shaking, waiting for your fever to break overnight. there were a few times he felt utterly powerless and this was one of those times. and when he finally sees you open your eyes, how you seem just a touch better? every part of his body relaxes. he knows you're past the worst of it. he knows you won't leave him.

rob: brings in the best medicae he knows, stands behind them observing all their tests to ensure he is satisfied they know everything that's wrong and have a complete follow up treatment plan. basically becomes versed in medicine as well so he can form part of the discussions and reassures himself the best that can be done is being done. ignore that all you had was the flu. yeah it sucks but you'll more than likely be fine. he micromanages every part of your recovery alongside the medicae to ensure optimal recovery. does he worry? yes. but he hides it better than the others in front of you. outside your room? he's pacing. he's got about 5 action plans in the works for what to do if you start to feel worse, don't respond to the paracetamol, and if you do get better when he's not there.

morty: it wasn't very often that mortarion felt weak himself. but when you're sick? when he can't immediately take away your pain or your hurt? that's when he breaks. you were used to his blank stare 90% of the time and having to work out how he actually felt. but the second his voice broke, it was obvious - he was not coping well. because he felt responsible for you, keeping you safe, keeping you well, and he felt like he had failed you. he'd personally take control of your recovery. he'd spent each minute with you, never allowing himself to take his eyes off you until he knew you were well again. even if you told him you were okay, he'd shush you, still seeing that you looked tired or your hands shook a little. the only person he could ever trust to help you was himself, and its in this time you see the mortarion that existed behind all of the walls he built.

magnus: he can feel everything you can, so no point lying to him. every ache, every pain - you can't hide anything from him. and that makes it so much worse because he starts to panic even more. he's completely devoted to you and he's not afraid to show it either. he'd lay with you, cast illusions of grandeur to try to make you feel a bit better. craft stories to take your mind off whatever you're feeling. use ancient treatments to offer you any reprise he can. and when you do fall asleep? poor guy just falls apart. he's scared to lose you already and seeing you in any kind of weakened state really sets him over the edge. he's cry whilst holds you, he'd search every future he can to see an outcome. when you wake up and tell him you're feeling a lot better? his heart almost bursts with joy. such a soft huge guy its unreal.

horus: he says he's not concerned (he is) because he's seen men lose most of their body and still survive (yeah thanks for that). he doesn't leave your side though, opting to cancel every engagement he was meant to attend in favour of spending it with you. i know it will pass, sweetheart, he'd say as he wrapped his arms around you and kept you as close to him as possible, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, but i would rather be with you until i know you're okay. he cares deeply about you and he's completely obssessed with you, so of course he's going to worry - but he turns that into extra love for you.

lorgar: he first of all believes that this is punishment for something he's done wrong. he's convinced that the powers above, be it his father or something else, knew that the fastest way to hurt him was through you. when you explain its because you caught it off a serf (an immediately retracted admission because this poor serf was almost about to feel the wrath of a primarch in love), he questions it, but accepts it. he would not feel whole again until you were well - this literally breaks him inside (because he later convinces himself this was fate's punishment and blames himself). he's so caught up in his divine presentation of you that he forgets you are human, his worship doesn't make you invincible. don't expect anything practical from him, he's now making plans to actually make you a divine entity.

vulkan: praise to the one primarch who doesn't overreact. he understands the depths of why you're unwell (be it a cold, a virus, or something more serious) and tailors his approach perfectly, knowing exactly what you do and don't need. and you know his big warm hands are extremely nice to feel no matter what's burdening you. he will give you your space when you need it, especially when you're sleeping so he doesn't disturb you, and when you want his company? he's right there with anything you've previously told him you liked. hot water bottle, blanket, energy drink (poor choice but 1 is permitted), he would have it all. let me take care of you, he'd mumble, pulling you into his arms. perfectly normal reaction, really.

corax: acts like he doesn't care, but he does. sends medicae your way the second he sees a slight shift, even if its just your voice sounding a bit hoarse or if you wince when you move a little. stands at the other side of the room and listens to everything they say with great detail to ensure he carries out their treatment to the best of his ability. if its something small he can sigh in relief for now, but anything else would leave him a bit of a mess internally. because what would he do without you? how can he get through life without you by his side? immediately assumes the worst and becomes a silent observer. makes sure everything you need is at your side immediately when you need it - including him.

alpharius: you needed him so much that he liked it. you always kept your independence around him, but when you were sick? you asked for his help in everything. and he lived for it. so maybe he manipulates your recovery. you thought you'd feel better after a week, but 3 weeks in and you still don't feel 100%. the medicae tells you its just a stronger form of the virus you caught. must have mutated. you're not paying enough attention to notice how they glance at alpharius when speaking. i'll keep you safe, he tells you, locking your door behind him. its not like you could get up to leave anyway, the strong painkillers kept you in bed. i won't let anything happen to you, he whispers softly as he strokes your hair and holds you against him. i won't lose you, as he wonders how he's going to convince you that you're still sick when you have no more symptoms.

[kylos-starlight]

So I ran out of tags so I'm posting it here! ITS LONG IM SORRY BUT WHEN SOMEONE ASKS I NEED TO START YAPPING!

You had me under spell right from the start; -> Kylo and Kaden. They're song lyrics from one of mine and kylos main songs but also applies to us and me irl he literally had me right from the start I just didn't know it. Its a long story in which I'd be happy to tell sometime if anyone wanted to know. (But its pretty real)

The Hands of Time; ⌛ -> Cesar and Kaden. Again song lyrics to one of our main songs but it's also a double play because he can literally stop time! :D

Broken to Bonded -> Sackler and Kaden. This has quite a long story behind it as it involves my lore with him, again happy to talk about it if anyone is interested!

Beyond Us; Only Darkness -> Anakin and Kaden. Title of one of our main songs but also give you a glance into our relationship in my bad timeline with him. If you know ani you know why I chose this name for us.

Starbound Companions -> Obi-Wan and Kaden. Well technically this is a name that was around back when I only had him as a friend but something something oops I fell in love but anyways, the name is light and fun! We travel a lot through space! lol

Moonlit Veil -> Revan and Kaden. This name actually has to do with my self-insert if I'm being honest. okay, so the first part is just because I'm a selenophile and love the moon so that in of itself represents me but the veil is because I find it really hard when things get too serious and I downplay or joke or deflect whenever something serious like romantic types of serious gets involved I hide behind a veil so to speak!

Just let me adore you -> Charlie and Kaden. Pretty simple and straight forward. He just wants to adore me! but also because at the start he couldn't really show it well because we were screens apart again if anyone wants to know the lore feel free to asks!!!

Cosmic Malfunction -> Matt(The Radar Technician) and Kaden. We're so fucking clumsy between the two of us.. enough said lmao

Under a Falling Sky -> Mills and Kaden. One of our main songs but also doubles as story telling. Mills and Kaden were visitors (along with their now adopted daughter Koa) on earth 65 million years ago before humans were even a thing and dinosaurs held reign over the planet. We were around and escaped just before the meteor that took out the dinosaurs hit! We were literally under a falling sky!! (also please please please everyone my ship with mills is one of my favourites so if you ever have ANY questions I'm happy to talk about them! its one of my sleeper agent ships haha)

The Sparrow and the Rogue -> Lorenzo and Kaden. kind of self explanatory. Lorenzo is a rogue and meets Kaden, he adored their they don't give a frick attitude and started to call them his little sparrow because it irritated Kaden at first but eventually they came to adore the nickname and would actively get upset if he called them anything else lskdjflds

Those Who Slay Together Stay Together -> Ronnie and Kaden. We have to deal with zombies... I think the name speaks for itself~ hehe

moons and metaphors -> Paterson and Kaden. Again the first part is representing of me and the metaphors are representation of Paterson because he is a poet!!

Chaotic Twinflame -> Phillip and Kaden. We're very much a like in similar ways and we can both been deemed chaotic or hard to be with.

Running in The night With You -> Luke(Ryder) and Kaden. One of my newer ships that I desperately want to talk about more. Basically there is a darkness that makes people vanish (which realy sucks because I'm a huge nyctophile!) and so I am literally running in the night with him and its one of our main songs that ties into our story!!!

Through the noise; we found quiet -> Toby and Kaden. another newer ship of mine that I wouldn't mind talk about either... His life is so chaotic and spontaneous in a way as is my life but in totally different ways. His is literally chaotic, you can see it my chaotic is more inside my head but when we come together.... I can help him slow down physically and he can hush the things running rampant in my mind. So within our respective noises we found a peaceful quiet within each other~

SELFSHIPPERS!! Reblog with your ship name! I’d love to hear about it

Is it a mix of your names, two words that represents you, or maybe just emojis? Bonus points if you share the meaning behind it or how you came up with it! ☆