#doesn't even care if you kill all the others in the place

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Fly Away - Mark Grayson x Reader

Songfic- Fly Away by Ley Soul

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guys it took me the whole day making this please like it

3k+ words

takes place in season two and mark and amber dont get back together

(GO LISTEN TO LEY SOUL 👹👹)

anyways fic under the cut

Fly away, on Saturday

Fighting to decay

Who am I to find out?

After Amber dumped Mark, obviously he would feel like the worst person ever. Alongside what happened with his dad, he'd rather just do whatever to get his mind off of it all.

Hearing alarms, another opportunity presents itself to him. Sighing, he takes off to the downtown city.

On his arrival, it seems like some other hero has already beaten him there. He gets ready to fly away again before hearing a child scream for help.

He might as well since he's here.

He zooms down, landing in front of the enemies, causing a shockwave to hit the ground as they're thrown back.

Turning around, he finds the same little girl who is affiliated with Titan. His daughter, Fiona. But, what's his daughter doing out here? She screams.

"Look out!"

One of the men has a rocket launcher. Where the hell did he get that?!

Moving to brace himself and Fiona for the coming impact, a wall of stone rises once the rocket is launched. The wall explodes on impact, only turning to dust. No debris for whatever reason. Holding Fiona, he looks to see who that is.

Another girl, looking around his age, jumps out of a now-demolished building. Who is that?

Grunting as you rise from the rubble, you use the leftover dust from the wall that was destroyed before and make stone spikes out of them.

"Fi-fi! Cover your eyes!"

Yelling the command to Fiona, she hides her face in the crook of Mark's neck.

You close your fist and make a motion as if you're throwing something. The stone spikes listen to your command and are launched towards your foes. Some are impaled, others jump out of the way.

As you continue to fight the people, Mark sets Fiona a safe distance away before jumping in as well. You both fought side by side, protecting Mark with your stone formations as much as you could whenever someone would move to harm him. You probably weren't aware that he couldn't be hurt by their weapons but he still appreciated the thought.

Throughout the fight and even after the fight, he couldn't stop watching you. You were at the very least caring seeing as you protected him. You weren't bad-looking. You were pretty. Gorgeous, even.

Who were you?

Fly away

Fly, Fly, Fly away

Fly away

Fly, Fly

After the fight, you ran over to Fiona to make sure she was okay. If your dad found out you were attacked, he'd kill whoever it was and whatever gang they're from. If he also found out you snuck out with your sister, he'd probably kill you.

Fiona squirmed out of your hold and ran over to Mark. Throwing herself at him, he went to catch her. She hugged him tight.

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Invincible! Thank you for helping my sis!"

Oh shit. You were also Titan's daughter. He pats her back, setting her back down on the ground. Sheepishly looks back up to you with a small smile.

"Of course! It was no big deal- I'm always here to help!"

You look at him skeptically. How does Fiona know him but you don't? He doesn't look that familiar. You've kept track of the news. As much as you could at least. Your dad was very protective of what you were exposed to. Nevertheless, you hold out your hand for Mark to shake.

"[Name]. Thanks for your help but I was handling it perfectly fine."

Mark's mind blanks as you cross your arms, half-glaring at him. Don't look at him like that. Jeez, he just got out of a relationship! He can't move on this fast, can he?

"R-right... Does- does your dad know you're both out here?"

Watching as you freeze slightly, you sputter to quickly make an excuse for your reasoning out here. It was a stupid reason anyway.

Mark's smile broadens as he realizes that you snuck out. And with your sister as well? He knows Titan well enough that he doesn't allow those he loves out in the world.

"Well, maybe I can fly you both back home?"

Where would you like to go?

Both you and Invincible are better acquainted now. You still don't know what he looks like under that mask. Hell, you sneak out sometimes just to see him. He'll even fly by and bring you things. Or he'd fly by to pick you up and you both fight crime together. Things ranging from little souvenirs from all over the world.

He comes by again, knocking on your given room window. Excitedly opening it, you move to let him inside. He doesn't though.

"Hey, wanna come on a fly with me?"

(The present moment is life)

"C'mon now, and go where? I've been listening to the police scanner and it's been pretty dead tonight."

Mark smiles at your words. He likes how close you both have gotten. It almost makes him want to show you his real identity. But alas, he can't until he's 100% about you. You are a crime lord's daughter after all.

He ended up convincing you to go with him. Flying was never your strong suit though. You always liked being on the ground. Maybe it was something to do with your powers.

He carries you bridal style through the air, enjoying the feeling of you clutching onto him through his suit.

You wouldn't even look down. Or up. Or anywhere that isn't underneath your eyelids. You just didn't feel stable when in the air. You don't even go onto planes or helicopters or even your dad's private jet.

Mark chuckles, his grip tightening on you.

"We're almost there, I promise. Don't open your eyes until I tell you to."

You heat up a bit. You had a small growing crush on Invincible. He's been good to you. Even if you don't know what he looks like. It doesn't matter.

You finally feel the ground under your feet as Mark places you down. Missing the feel of his hands on you, you distract yourself by covering your face with your hands. Feeling Invincible's hand place itself on your forearm, slowly dragging you over to something.

"Okay, open your eyes."

You gasp softly seeing the most beautiful view ever. He brought you to the high point of a mountain out in the wilderness, overlooking the vast expanse of nature. The moon is at the right spot, shining light on you both perfectly. Looking over to where Invincible is standing, you see him lighting up some candles that are near a blanket with food and fruits on it.

Was this a date?

I am not afraid to stare into shadow

You and Invincible have been going on dates here and there and finally made your relationship official. This being said, he revealed his true identity to you.

Mark finally decides it now time for you to have your supersuit, and he brings you to Art.

Now with your new supersuit, you want to go out a test-run it immediately.

(You stand strong in the unknown)

Mark brings you to a battle that even the Guardians were at. You fight alongside them, a great help. You'd create stone formations to protect any bystanders from getting hit. You'd create stone pillars to keep buildings from collapsing onto civilians.

The people loved you! They began to call you Sandstorm. Fits you pretty well, to be honest. You can control sand making them solid or turn to dust.

The Guardians were pleased to meet you. Eve was a bit skeptical, about how you've come out of nowhere. With Mark as well on top of that. But she didn't end up minding it at all.

You were on the news, and on social media, people did love you! They said your costume was cute, your powers were cool, how you saved a lot of lives! You loved the attention! You'd geek out to Mark about how it felt, being in a real villain fight. How free it felt to do something on your own away from home.

Mark also eventually brought you to meet his mom. She was super nice and caring. You saw where Mark got his kindness from. Debbie was praising you on your work in the battle, how she saw you move on the moves.

The night went on and Mark brought you home. Once he left you were met with one last obstacle.

Your father.

From the final look over my back

Long story short. Titan was livid. How could you sneak around under his nose like this? He trusted you to be responsible! To be better than this!

And to make it all worse, you were running around with that goody two-shoes, probably rich boy, Invincible! A boy who's never known struggle as he has. Or you! The things you've had been through before he took down Machine Head!

He's tripled the security around your room. Now being more strict than ever. He doesn't approve of you putting yourself in danger as you have been doing. Especially for these people of the world who probably could care less about you if your life was in danger.

"If I ever catch you sneaking out again or anywhere you're not supposed to be, the next time you'll be on the news it'll be an obituary."

Leaving your room after those words, Titan takes a deep breath. He hates saying that kind of thing to you, but it seems you never listen until he does get threatening. He calls for Isotope.

"Tell the security staff, that if they see even a speck of Invincible floating around here, they tell me immediately. I got some not-nice things to say to that boy."

(The present moment is life)

You did text Mark what happened. He was going to go to you immediately and possibly knock some sense into your father.

You tell Mark not to, that you'll be okay. And that you'll try to talk to your dad instead. Show him that you're helping the world get better by becoming a hero. Maybe give him an ultimatum as well. There's no reason for him to be acting this way anyway. You're an adult! Eighteen for crying out loud! You're not a child so why does he do this?

Undo all, Return

Finally talking to your father and making him see reason, you're allowed out of the house. You've proven to him that you could take care of yourself. (You fought.)

When you guys did fight, Titan did not hold back. Yes, you're his daughter, but since you want to be grown and go into the world-- he was going to show you that no one will pull their punches.

Obviously! You knew that already! But you weren't going to tell him.

You also got him to give Mark a chance. Both of them meet again, (Mark being in costume, of course, he doesn't trust Titan that much.) Mark proves to Titan that he's capable of protecting you. (They fought as well but with Isotope in the mix.)

Now reunited with Mark, you guys go on dates as always. You hang out with the Guardians. You even met Cecil and were offered a place in the GDA. You didn't know about trusting him though.

You were also getting used to flying. Even started to fly yourself using your powers to make dust devils that carry you places. Nothing beats flying with Mark though.

You even joined his college. Finally moved out of your father's control. You got the smarts. You got the money. So why not? Only brings you and Mark closer.

Another, Rebirth

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Anywhere babe that you wanna go

Hero work is tiring. After much persuasion from Mark, you joined the GDA. And man, Cecil doesn't give a fuck about how tired you are. You are Guardian level strong. Why don't you join the Guardians? Because if Mark isn't, then you won't either. You're a package deal!

Joining Mark on missions, he worries a bit about your safety. Yes, you're strong. Yes, he trusts you. But you're not... invincible... like he is.

(The present moment is life)

The first time you got severely hurt almost scared him to death. Even seeing a bruise blemishing your perfect skin pains him. He loves you too, too much. Who is he to complain though?

You are the, you are the legacy

Why not leave a tall shadow?

"If they need you, Mark, then who am I to keep you from saving lives?"

Mark just came to you in the middle of the night with some kind of anthropomorphic bug. He said the bug's people need his help. Why specifically Mark? You don't know. The bug seems genuine though.

"I don't know... it's a bit... fishy to me."

Sighing, you place a gentle kiss on his lips. Instinctively, he places his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"It'll be okay. You're Invincible after all! What's the worst they can do?"

Mark smiles at what he assumes to be a pun. He kisses your cheek, holding you tight like he's trying to remember the shape and feel of you before leaving for some planet in space.

"I love you."

"I love you more... Be careful, and come back to me in one piece."

(You stand strong in the unknown)

Two months later, Mark comes back... with a baby?!

"Who's baby is that. That better not be yours, Markus Sebastian Grayson!"

"Woah! Woah! Woah! It's not-! He's not mine!.... How do you know my full name???"

Mark panics not wanting you to get the wrong idea. He came home expecting to see his mom but found you there with her also. He was gonna tell you..... after dropping Oliver off with Debbie of course.

I swam and conquered the waves

“Come on! Cecil’s giving me two nights off every week! Let’s go out and have fun!”

Mark is currently wrapped around you like a koala but beaming like a golden retriever.

“Hmmm… I don’t know~~ I got to study for some tests that are coming up…”

Groaning and rolling his eyes, Mark closes the book you’re reading and lifts you into his arms. You squeal as he raises you into the air and nuzzles your cheek.

He takes you both to the window and opens it. Flying out of your room, you both soar into the sky above the clouds. Your eyes twinkle as they take in the stars and Mark’s eyes twinkle just by watching at you.

Looking back at him, you lean in to rest your forehead on his. Mark closes the gap between you, gently kissing you. You kiss back immediately, wrapping your arms around him.

Mark took you to many places. He brought you to Kenya, Switzerland, Japan, Taiwan, Egypt, Ontario, and many more countries. All in one night too!

Your final stop was Venice. Both of you now sitting at a table. One plate of pasta in the middle of you both. This was about to become a Lady and the Tramp scene.

You talked about school and recent local missions that you’ve done. Truly enjoying your time together, you both lean in for another kiss.

“Mark Grayson. Invincible.”

“What?”

Mark leans back to look at the woman who just appeared out of nowhere.

“Come with me now. Or this woman dies.”

You freeze. Not daring to turn around. For some reason, that voice immediately ran chills through your body. It took you so off guard that you don’t even know what to think right now. Mark is caught off guard too, just staring at the woman before him.

“Did you hear me?”

The woman then places her hand around your neck, squeezing slightly. Your breath stutters and even nerves in your body are on fire due to the stress you’re going through now.

“…Mark?”

Now I am not going away

Mark stops by your dorm room to check if you were there after the encounter with Anissa. You weren’t. Mark sucks in a breath, gaining an idea of where you might be. He takes off into the night sky, hoping you’re alright.

Knocking on your window at Titan’s penthouse, Mark slowly lets himself inside. You didn’t lock your windows ever since you and Mark first started dating.

“Hey… Oof-!”

You rushed to Mark, instantly crushing him in a hug.

“You’re okay! Oh, thank God you’re okay!”

Mark smiles and hugs you back. No, he’s glad you’re okay. You’re safe and alive. As you should always be.

“I was- I was so scared that maybe that woman might’ve done something to you! Something bad-! I-“

Mark cut off your rambling with a kiss.

“I love you so fucking much.”

Undo all, Return

“Get the fuck away from them!!”

Mark rushes towards Angstrom in rage. Once again, Angstrom opens another portal in front of him, trapping Mark in another dimension.

Angstrom thought Mark wasn’t mad enough. So he brought you into the mix.

While Mark was struggling to survive in another dimension, Angstrom forced Debbie to lure you to the house.

Upon arrival, you were shot in the abdomen immediately. Rendering you immobile. Alive, but barely. You couldn’t move. You could barely speak. Coughing out blood almost every time you breathed.

When Mark was brought back, seeing the sight of you bleeding out and your head under Angstrom’s foot, made him snap.

Roaring, he moves to grab Angstrom. Once again thrown in another portal. This time though, he was brought back quicker. Mark now pauses to plan rather than throw himself in another dimension.

Angstrom laughs in sick enjoyment.

“Hm. I guess this still isn’t enough to push you further. Very well then.”

Angstrom lifts his foot and kicks your motionless body toward Mark. Mark reaches for you instantly, only for a portal to open right before he can get you. Trapping you in another world.

“No!!!”

Another,

“Oh? And what do we have here?”

Rebirth.

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“Ah, you said knock knock, then I said who’s there, and then you said Noah,” Louis supplies helpfully. He hates that he's actually curious about the rest of the joke. “So, Noah who?”

“Oh,” says Harry, in a much different tone, dragging out the syllable. He looks bashful now. Louis cannot keep up with this boy, it's going to kill him. “Right, well.” He shuffles his feet. Fuck, what kind of knock knock joke gets a boy nervous? “Noah a good place we could get something to eat?”

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“Hey!”

The man startles up, blinking around before tilting his head up to catch Louis’ gaze. His eyes are wide and innocuous, like a child, and he parts his cherry lips in search of the words on his tongue. In French, jumbled conjugations and a smidge too much of an English accent:  “Oui? Tout va bien?”

He shakes his head. And responds, in English: “Yeah, erm— what are you?”

An even more frightened look in return; even the little old landlord passing through the courtyard glances up at him like he’s gone crazy. “ Est-ce que tout se passe bien, Mr Tomlinson?”

“Oui, oui,” Louis says, waving him off with a flick of his wrist before focusing his attention back on the man and his daughters. Come on, he thinks, I’ve got to get this down before I forget. He repeats himself: “What are you?”

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➳ In All Its Imperfections by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite {E, 15k}

From: Louis Tomlinson To: Undisclosed Recipients

Hello!

I’ve asked the front desk and you lovely folks are the ones who are on the same level as me in the car park. I found a to-do list today that looked somewhat important because it has lines of poetry scribbled at the bottom that seemed like they might be for a card project. The stationary has a moose in a canoe at the top of it (and he is quite adorable). Let me know if it’s yours!

Cheers!

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Harry whispered, his eyes darting over the sentences again willing them not to make sense. They did, they did make sense. “Oh. My. Bloody. Fucking. God.”

The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with a very concerned Liam hovering over his head.

"What happened, mate?" Liam asked.

Harry just pointed to his computer.

Liam bent over Harry’s desk to read the email. “What? This isn’t bad. Is that your to-do list? Did you finally come up with the inside text for those cards?”

“Leeyum" he groaned. “It’s what’s on the list.”

“Oh,” Liam paused for a beat. “Is it dirty stuff?”

Harry nodded.

There was more silence. And then, “Dirty stuff with Louis?”

➳ Heart Eyes by @snowy38 {E, 10k}

He fidgeted nervously, long fingers pushed through his soft fringe, fingertips lingering on the thick curls that he felt formed there. He hoped his hair looked okay. He hoped he looked okay.

He hoped-

“Oi oi!” Niall’s loud, Irish voice cut into the small space along with the loud chatter of the party; the door assumingly opened. He swallowed.

“Fuck off!” A northern accent complained; the sound of bodies wrestling before it went quiet again; the clunk of the lock confirming to him that his suitor was now locked inside.

Harry knew the voice. He knew. And if he hadn’t known the voice, he would have known the smoky, sweet scent of the boy before him. Seventeen years old, friends since they were eight, and they’d never been pushed into the kissing cupboard together before.

➳ Devil in my brain, whispering my name by @lunarheslwt {E, 9k}

“Tell me, angel, are you curious? To know what it’s like, to be touched…” Louis tapped his lip lightly, “here?” A short, harsh breath fanned across his finger. “Or,” Louis drawled, bringing their hips together with a sharp pull, making Harry gasp once again, louder, “here?” “Louis…” “Or maybe even,” Louis skimmed a taunting hand past the curve of his clothed arse, merely grazing, “here?” Harry shuddered viscerally. “Please.” “So polite, so proper,” Louis mocked, “will you let me taint you just a little, hmm? Let me show you how good it feels to give in to temptation?”

Or, Louis, a demon, shows Harry, an angel, just how good it can feel to give in to temptation and sin.

➳ every day and tomorrow night by @justanothershadeofblue {E, 8k}

Harry stares. The new boy is beautiful, there’s no other word for him. He’s got caramel brown hair in a tousled cut and cheekbones for days, skin that’s tanned a deep gold, and eyes a shade of blue that’s visible even from across the room. He’s standing with his hands on his hips and one knee slightly bent, his thighs thick where they extend past the ragged hem of his denim shorts. His biceps are defined and his hands look small but capable, and Harry’s mouth is quite literally watering.

“What’s his name?” Harry asks, without taking his gaze off the boy in the doorway. He doesn’t want to blink and miss a single moment of eye candy.

Zayn chuckles. “See something you like, then?”

“You know the rule, Z,” Harry answers, still not pulling his eyes away from this unexpected Adonis. “If I lick it, it’s mine.”

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Curiosity: Part 3 (Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: I am going to elongate these two even if it kills me lol I'm obsessed with this version of Eddie <3

Warnings: Younger (Early 20s) Daddy (kinda camboy) Eddie & Older (early 30s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, SMUT, Stevie makes a cameo, frotting, dirty talk (always lots of filthy words coming from Daddy Eddie), slight over stimulation, etc. FLUFF, Eddie and Y/N talk about music and how much they care about each other, Eddie is protective over you and Steve (he's a good egg)

ANGST, Eddie talks about Steve's past bad relationships (mentions of being used and manipulated in his vulnerable headspace), Eddie still doesn't know Y/N is the fan he's been talking to.

Word Count: 3383

Chapters Here/Donate to Me

“Are you sure you’re alright with this?”

“Eddie.”, you giggle as you cuddle up further into your mattress. “It’s fine. I know you’re just doing it for money. I’ll still like you; I promise.”

“You better.”, he teases. “Steve will be with me tonight just answering some questions and then we have one session which, knowing her, I’m sure will be just talking. Tomorrow, if you’re comfortable, I want you to come over and meet him before we film. It will make me feel better, you know. Just knowing you trust him and everything…Plus he’s one of my best friends…”

“Ok, sounds like a plan.”

“Alright, babe, well—”

“Eddie? Thank you for…always checking in…when it comes to this stuff. I know I’m ok with it and I know ALL this is new for me but I appreciate you being patient. I’ve...I’ve never dated anyone like that before.”

“Fuck, I think it’s so cute when you stumble over your words like that.”, he breathes making you smile. “Of course, sweetheart. I really like you and I care about your feelings. I know it’s only been a couple of months but you, um, you mean a lot to me…”

“I think it’s cute when you stumble over your words.”, you mock jokingly, beaming wide when you hear him laugh through his teeth. “You mean a lot to me to, Eddie.”

“Alright, alright. Stop flirting with me and go relax! I’ll talk to you later.”

When he hangs up the phone, you hug the device to your chest and keen into your pillow. It had been so long since you felt giddy over a romantic partner and you loved it. For a long time, you blocked that notion, having been hurt one too many times but especially by your last ex. 

Eddie always made things seem easy and you loved that about him. 

Your phone dinged and nerves flooded your stomach when you saw a notification reminder for a session you had scheduled with EddietheBanished later that evening that you definitely didn’t schedule. 

You had purposely avoided the site naively hoping that maybe you would never have to tell him and he would forget all about CurvyCorporateMillennial. You should have known better. Eddie’s kind heart would never allow that and you knew at some point you would have to come clean but with every passing day it just became harder. 

Did that stop you from grabbing your friend’s laptop and signing in?

No.

Did you enter his stream anyway even though you didn’t have to?

Yes.

When his face illuminated your screen that worry was replaced with affection as you watched his beautiful eyes scan over the names coming in. It wasn’t until his elbow nudged the boy beside him that you realized he wasn’t alone. 

“Millennial is here. That’s my friend I was telling you about.”, he praises causing the other boy to grin. 

When you pictured Steve, you imagined someone who looked like Eddie or the other friends he had that made up Corroded Coffin. The man sitting beside him now looked like he could be on the cover of any fashion magazine. His brown wispy locks seemed incredibly soft, immediately falling back into place after he ran his fingers through it. 

Even under his short sleeve shirt, you could tell how broad and muscular he was with veins that led along his forearms up to his gorgeous, massively sized hands. Steve’s facial features were soft but when he smiled even his eyes sparkled as his energy came to life. 

“I can’t wait to meet her, man.”, he replied in sultry voice that had you licking your lips. 

They were both in a particular headspace, you could tell. 

The first half of his stream was calm and easy with Eddie strumming his guitar against his bare chest. After a couple of minutes, heat warmed your cheeks when you realized it was one of the songs that you and he had talked about while laying in bed yesterday morning. 

“The best romantic songs are slow and sensual.”, he teases as he rolls his hips.

“They are not!”, you giggle as your nails lightly continue to rub his back. “The best ones are upbeat like…what was that one band…The Darkness? I Believe in a Thing Called Love.”

“Oh, the high pitched one?

I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart.”

When his voice cracks as he tries to hit the notes, you laugh uncontrollably as you press your face into his warm chest making him smile wide.

“Ok, alright, I’ll give you that. You can’t ignore songs though that are featured in actual romance movies.”

Eddie’s hand pets the back of your head as his eyes scan your face and he begins to lightly sing, 

“In your eyes The light, the heat (Your eyes) I am complete (Your eyes).”

His thumb softly drags along your lips and along your cheekbone.

“I see the light and the heat (Your eyes) I want to be that complete I want to touch the light The heat I see in your eyes.”

You tilt your head to kiss his lips before he wraps his arms around you to hold you tightly to him. 

 “Touching yoooooou, touching meeeee…”

Eddie’s head dips back as he laughs at Steve’s signing. 

“Dude, how do you know that song? You struggle with like all media.”

“I think the real question is why are you playing it? Didn’t it come out in the early 2000s or some shit.”, the boy chuckles through his teeth. 

“Yeah, yeah but…my girlfriend mentioned it and it’s been in my head… I was thinking about playing it for her so I can embarrass her cute ass from the stage.”

“You’re going to play that shit in front of a crowd of people and that’s somehow going to embarrass her?”

“Millennial, babe, help me out here.”

Biting your lip, you can’t help but giggle as you reply, “I think it’s an awesome song.”

“THANK YOU!”, Eddie sasses as he smirks at his friend who roles his eyes. “Do you enjoy being wrong? Lucky for you we aren’t playing or I would have spanked you.”

“For what?! Because your taste in music is drastically different from mine.”, Steve playfully responds as he pushes the man’s knee but doesn’t remove his hand from his skin. “You can spank me anyway though if you want.”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows raise in amusement. 

“Spankings are meant to be a punishment. You’re not supposed to beg for them.”

“I wasn’t begging, I was suggesting.”

Both men stare at each other with knowing smiles on their faces. 

They know what they’re doing and for you it’s definitely working as you adjust on your mattress. 

“Mhmm. Well, we’ll talk about that attitude tomorrow. For now…”, Eddie pauses as he looks at his phone for the time. “We have to go but we’ll see you guys tomorrow night.”

While the metalhead grins, his friend waves as the screen went black and you hastily clicked their link faster than you ever had before. 

When their faces appeared they both seemed much more at ease as Steve’s nose scrunched while he laughed and Eddie exhaled smoke from the fresh cigarette he had just lit. 

“Oh shit. Hey, Mil. I hope it’s alright, I scheduled this thing so you can meet my friend—”

“Why do you keep scheduling her and not just give her your phone number.”, the other boy asks before turning to smile towards the camera while he listens to the answer. 

“I’ve offered but she insists this is fine. I don’t want to push. Mil, this my friend and recording slut Steve. Steve, my friend Mil.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” The pretty boy politely nods his head to say hello. “I hope it goes without saying but I don’t think you’re a slut. Lol.”

“Ok, good to know, honey.”, he chuckles lightly. “So, Ed here tells me you’re incredibly smart and you give him advice when it comes to his lady friend. Any advice for me?”

“Oh, um… just be yourself. I’m sure since you’re one of Eddie’s friends she’ll like you immediately.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because Eddie is such a sweetheart. Plus, I feel like he wouldn’t bring you around her if he thought you were a bad guy.”

Eddie smiles wide at your answer as Steve’s lips pout out as if he’s impressed. Just as before, you talked with the two of them for what you thought was a short amount of time until you realized it had been over three hours. 

They were both drinking and you couldn’t help but grin as more of their personalities flowed through. 

“Ok, ok, look.”, Steve shouted jokingly while your boyfriend cackled holding his tummy. “Do I enjoy showing off my body for money, yes? Do I enjoy that it pisses my father off? Also, yes. It’s an added bonus really.”

“How do your partners feel when you tell them you do this?”

“Honey, are you kidding? Half of my partners I met through here! It’s a…a double edge sword, you know? With every new soul I meet, there are a few who just want to fuck me.”

“Or they don’t understand the dynamic.”

“What do you mean?”

Eddie sighs as he cranes his neck to find his friend’s eyeline before tenderly rubbing his back to comfort him. 

“I told my girlfriend I always knew I was a dominate guy so I don’t really know what it’s like to be a sub but I do know what I see out in the world or with him when he tells me stories…fucking boys belittling him or hurting him instead of nurturing or taking care of him. Girls who take advantage of the headspace to use him to do whatever they want.”

“I like being degraded and humiliated sometimes but…some of my partners…there’s a line and they cross it.” 

When Steve’s voice cracked, your heart broke and you wanted nothing more than to hug him. While being with Eddie, you had entered that headspace so many times and you hated the image of him being that vulnerable with someone who took advantage. 

“I’m so sorry, Steve. You seem like a good person who deserves to be treated right.”

He smiled but his head hung and you watched with fascination as your boyfriend wheeled his chair closer till his forehead was resting on his temple with his arm circled around his neck so his fingers could gently run through his soft hair. 

“It’s ok, sweetheart, you’re alright. I’m right here.”, Eddie cooed, placing tender kisses on his cheek. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, babe. What did Daddy do when he found out about Trevor?” Steve let out a breathy laugh as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “Come on, Stevie. What did Daddy do?”

“Beat the crap out of him.”

At the man’s drop in tone, a sigh left your own lips. Steve was dropping into his little headspace and Eddie caught on quickly. Your heart swelled at how attentive your boyfriend was. Your ex never noticed small changes like that whether they be physical or emotional. 

“Yeah, I did. What about Leah? What did Daddy do with Leah?”

“You packed her…her stuff and told her…to get the fuck out of my house.”

“That’s right.”, the metalhead continued to soothe as he shifted his gaze towards the camera. “She manipulated him into letting her stay in his place. She would scream at him and call him names like his father and it just…” Eddie paused as he growled from his chest. “Trevor was just a fucking dick. Put his hands on him one time and I almost killed him.”

“You’re a good friend, Eddie… a good man.”

“Aw, thank you, Mil. If any guy ever hurts you, you tell me and I’ll kick his ass!”

“Lol. I appreciate that.”

While he was speaking, Steve had begun lightly kissing the long-haired boy’s neck causing his eyelids to occasionally flutter. 

“Do you like when he kisses you like that?”

Your boyfriend smirks as he gently but firmly pushes at his friend’s chest. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Mil isn’t like the others. She doesn’t wants to see any of this.”

“I don’t mind.”, you type a bit too quickly causing him to breathily laugh. “I mean…if you’re comfortable.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel like you have to or anything. I was just saying…you know…I don’t mind.”

“You see that, baby? See how sweet she is?”, Eddie hums as he forces Steve to focus on the screen. “Don’t ever feel nervous about that kind of thing, Mil.”

The pretty boy barely allowed him to get his last sentence out before crashing his lips to his own. A part of you wondered if you would be jealous when you saw them be intimate but seeing them now had you unbelievably wet. 

“Come here, sweet boy.”

Steve immediately dropped to his knees and tugged down the metalhead’s sweatpants allowing his cock to spring free. Eddie was nothing but patient as he pet the man’s hair and looked at him with eyes filled with affection. 

“Can I suck your cock, Daddy? Please.”

“Absolutely.” A small smile flickered across his lips as his tongue darted out to lick the precum off his tip, leaving little kisses before opening his mouth to envelope him fully. “Gooood. Good boy. T-Take as much as you can for right now.”

A heavy pant escaped your chest and you watched his head bob halfway down Eddie’s cock as his palm caught the drool that fell to stroke the rest him. Your boyfriend bit his bottom lip as his glassy eyes observed him, his fingers tangling into his hair as he lightly guided his movements.

“Look at you…so fucking pretty. Anyone w-would be lucky to have you worship them…”

Steve moaned at his praise, grinding his hips against the man’s leg desperate for any form of friction to ease the ache between his own legs. Eddie chuckled as he grabbed the boy’s bicep and lifted him off his length to his feet so he could effortlessly remove his pants with his boxers. 

His red, angry cock was leaking copious amounts of precum, ready to be released at any moment but he knew. He wouldn’t cum until Daddy told him it was ok. With calloused hands on his hips, the metalhead guided his friend to straddle his waist, holding his lower back for support as he maneuvered them both so they were better seen on the camera. 

“Can you see this beautiful boy, Mil?”

“Yes…so handsome…”

“Yeah, honey, he is. Did you see that? She said you were handsome.”, Eddie cooed while Steve fully began rolling his hips as he nibbled on his neck. “Fuck that feels so good… I got you, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

The pretty boy whimpered as his hand reached between their bodies to pump his hand along their cocks, holding them together as he continued to move. 

“F-Fuck, that’s it. Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.” Gripping his ass, Eddie guided his movements making the other man move at a faster pace that had him whining desperately as his head fell on his shoulder. “That’s it, that’s it. Don’t stop, Steven!”

His rhythm began to slow but your boyfriend wouldn’t allow it as he kept guiding him till his face scrunched and his arms promptly wrapped around him to hold him close. 

“Hey, look at me. Are you ok?”

“Yeah…yeah, Daddy, I ok.”, Steve responded sleepily making Eddie chuckle. 

“What about you, Mil? Are you--?” The metalhead barely got his sentence out before he realized CurvyCorporateMillennial had already signed off. 

***

Ten minutes later, you were pounding on his door with your palm.

“Jesus fucking CHRIST! I am coming! Who the fu—Y/N? Baby, are you alri—”

You practically jumping into his arms, interrupting him as your lips greedily attached to his. 

“I’m sorry…I just…need you…Where’s—”

“He’s asleep.”

You breathily giggle with relief as you walk Eddie to his couch where you both fall onto it with him on top. Your legs circled around his waist making him pause for a moment as he pushed up onto his palms. 

“Fuck…”

“Is something wrong?”, you whisper.

“No, no. Steve and I were playing and I didn’t realize I had…fucking cum…on my pants…”

“Eddie, it’s alright.”

“It’s a mix of mine and his. If I had known it was there and that you were coming over I would have taken them off.”, he laughed as he tried to push off you but you kept your grip firm. 

“It’s ok.”, you repeat as your lips find his once more. “Did…Did Daddy make him feel good?” He pulls back again but only enough so his chocolate eyes can search yours. “Is he ok?”

“Jesus…how did I get so lucky to land a perfect girl like you?”, he murmurs more so to himself than you. “Yeah, baby, Daddy made him feel good.”

Desperately, you pushed down his sweats as he sloppily tried to help with the one free hand he could spare before lifting up your hips to remove your shorts. 

“Shit, baby girl, you are so fucking wet. What were you doing before you came over?”, Eddie asked as his ran his tip between your folds. 

“Thinking about you…and how much I miss you…”

Your breath filled answer made him smile as he tenderly kissed your forehead. His irises lock with yours and his mouth drops open in a silent moan as he gradually pushes himself inside you. 

“Jesus fuck… I’m s-still…still a little sensitive.”, he chuckles as his eyes close and his head hangs. “Fuck, your always so tight.”

“Mmph—so big…”

“I know. I know, pretty girl, but you can take it. Your pussy takes me so well.”

“Fuck me, Daddy…please.”

Falling flat against you, Eddie rolled his hips pushing his cock so deep inside you that you swore you saw stars. The grunt that followed every slam sounded like music to your ears as small ahs of your own were muffled into his broad shoulder.

After pushing up onto his hands, his hair tickled your nose as he craned his neck to watch his length disappear into your cunt and come back out glistening with your slick. 

“I’m gonna go faster now but—fuck—I need you to try and be really quiet for Daddy, sweetheart, ok?”

“Ok, Daddy.”

“Good…good girl. Can you do me another favor?”, he smirks as he takes hold of your wrist and sticks out his long tongue, running the pads of your fingers along the muscle. “I want you to rub your clit.”

“Like this, Daddy?”, you ask as you bring your hand down to your bundle of nerves and Eddie starts thrusting into you again. 

“Just like that, baby.”

With one palm gripping the back of the couch, he utilizes his other to hold your thigh, keeping your legs open for him as he chases your highs. 

“Cum for me, pretty girl. I’ll cum with you.” Nodding, your eyes squeeze shut as your back arches and you come undone. “Goddamn it.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, you feel his release warm your insides and you promptly cup his face, bringing his lips to yours as he lazily continues to move, elongating both your climaxes. 

“Ah, shit.”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah…hurts a bit.”, Eddie hisses lightly as he kisses your forehead and slowly pulls out. “Do you feel comfortable taking a shower? He’s completely passed out and—”

You cut him off again with another tender kiss as your thumbs caress his cheeks. 

“Can we lay here for a bit?”

“Of course. Do you want me to move or…?” Shaking your head, you pull him against you as you wrap your arms around him and your nails gently run through his tangled mess of hair. “I’m not too heavy, right?”

“Eddie!”, you whisper loudly, shaking him with your belly as you laugh. “I’m alright. Everything is alright. Let me hold you.”

The metalhead smiles as he tils up so his chin is resting on your chest. 

“Forever and ever, babe. If you’ll have me.”

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[mangofanarts]

Thinking about the way that tr!Bad cares. It's hard for people to believe that he's capable of caring. Especially towards another person based on how he acts and treats others, even those that are in his faction. Bad can care for another, but he doesn't care in the way that you would expect a normal person to care, it's difficult to define. When he cares, it's to an extent. His care feels distant, like when he jokes about eating Pangi to Foolish when Foolish brought up how Pangi was gone because of Bad. When Bad says something like that, as an outsider - it's hard to tell that Bad cares about Pangi or values him as a member. But, we know that Bad does care to Pangi to a certain extent, because earlier on in that same day, he had asked for Pangi back towards a keeper. He made a speech about how he valued Pangi as a member, how he was with him since day one. When Bad had the option to shoot Pangi in a joking manner as he was shooting others as a fun prank such as Aimsey at the dock, he didn't. Does this mean Bad's going to put Pangi first before himself or his mission? No, it doesn't. Does it mean that Bad's suddenly going to be completely honest with Pangi with everything he does? No, it doesn't. Bad will always place his prioritizes first. The certain extent of care he has for Pangi through their friendship is not going to change that aspect of him. Bad constantly has this mask on, where you can't tell if he's lying or being honest with you, if he's being sincere or manipulating you. He's not an easy person to get along with, nor to understand. So, of course, his way of caring is also not easy to understand. How can you care for someone but not place them above your goal in that same care? How can you lie to that person for fun, trying to make them fight others while you care about them? How are you willing to give information to the other side about that person in ways to kill them if you do care? There's a disconnection. When he does things like that, it feels like he doesn't care about Pangi because you wouldn't do those things towards someone you care about. It's a part of Bad's personality. But, then you can tell that Bad has to care, at least somewhat, because he's willing to warn Pangi about Ros having a trap for him, he told Pangi that if he wanted to backtrack on the war then Bad would stand by him, Bad mentions how he trusts Pangi more than Tubbo. Bad cares to an extent, and again, that extent doesn't match to a regular person's standard of normally caring for another being. He is immortal, after all. At the same time, despite all his actions and words, he's lonely. He felt grief when the original Pili had passed away. He expressed to Pili 2 that he would be very upset if Pangi had died to his corruption. He felt anger when Foolish killed Chip's pets. He felt surprised when Pangi confided in him that he took all of yellow's honey, and then praised him for it. He listened to Ros and offered her advice when she tells him how she feels like she's not being heard. Bad has emotions underneath it all. He can care, but the care that he has is always going to appear strange. His care is going to be at a limit. It's not his full care. The extent of care he has doesn't express itself in the same way that Ros does towards Aimsey, or how the original Pili showed it to Pangi. But, It doesn't mean his care is non-existent, it's easy to miss, especially with his personality. His extent of care is a bit of something, he'll give you better armor, and he'll listen to you when you need someone to hear you. But, don't expect him to do things that are out of his personality, it won't prevent him from needing to battle you if you do decide to go against his goal in the long run.

[borkthemork]

A good deal of the time the game talks about how irrational the Killing Game is created with the attempt to showcase despair as a natural thing that occurs first in mind, and it really digs into why Junko's plan failed in the first place. And why a great deal of experiments similar to it such as the Stanford Prison Experiment and the Acali Raft Experiment are flawed.

They are situations where they attempt to proclaim that natural order breaks down when placed in specific environments that supposedly naturally create aggression and drama, when in reality, a great deal of the distress comes from outside forces trying to push this thesis onto the people being watched, and having selection bias and other factors manipulated thoroughly to make sure these outcomes occur. These are not natural circumstances, they are artificially created to create a specific outcome, and in the Acali Raft Experiment specifically, even when a group was left out in the middle of the sea, they weren't going to kill or fight each other. In fact, they started becoming friends, and hated the anthropologist who attempted to have them fight.

The situation is similar with Junko's situation. Not only did Junko have to create a whole game where it isolated everyone and put them in a scenario where they're always under duress, but she had to manipulate and blackmail Sakura too to start killing someone if something didn't go according to plan. In some subconscious way, she knows that her plan would backfire if community and hope does keep people together, that if she doesn't stress and play at their buttons they would instead find solutions. And her even outing Sakura as the mole shows the big major flaw in her design, it subtly tells the audience tuning in that all of this despair and murder needed to be planned, and that's probably what got Kirigiri ready to use the live broadcast against the Mastermind as leverage.

Naegi states how flawed Junko's thinking was since the first trial, and when Monokuma tries to proclaim that everyone remaining blamed Oogami, he refutes him by saying he was at fault for this to begin with and is putting words into their mouth.

None of them were placed here under natural circumstances, and the despair and pain created are all manipulated by the Mastermind.

That's why there are a lot of themes in DR1 regarding risk and going outside the game, because if you take yourself out of the restricted rules of the so-called experiment, then you begin to realize that everything is flawed. All of this is manufactured. No one, in the grand scheme of the murders, are at fault.

Everything about Junko's attempts to cause despair is her attempting to place her pain and desires for despair onto other people, and trying so hard to confirm that idea.

Naegi had always been right from the beginning on this fact, and him deciding to not listen to her and what she says was the final step for him to "bow out of the game". He is not going to listen to someone who speaks lies and goads just to make them hurt each other. By refusing her and encouraging his friends to do the same, it shows he completely doesn't care about the rules and artificial restrictions she has placed on them, and that is what makes Naegi break free.

Something today reminded me of this but it cracks me up how fans often say Makoto is delusional for having hope during the killing game when Junko is the delusional one for acting like Despair is natural after forcing to entire situation to happen.

Like leaving aside how she manipulated and brainwashed her way into the end of the world, she erased their memories so they would be strangers killing each other, she came up with the whole game as the only way to get out of the school while not telling them the world outside is in ruins and dangerous, she gave them motives to kill each other, she forced them into those situations and yet she acts like Despair is the natural order of things, she basically made Makoto's argument for him and when he pointed it out she went "well you sure have a talent for passing the buck" which is basically "No u" and immediately went to the final voting.

People say the final showdown in THH is a "No u" contest and that discredits Makoto...but what the fuck did you expect from him? He doesn't have to entertain Junko because she already demonstrated her argument is flawed herself and she refuses to listen, at that point the only thing left is convincing the others and be done with it, she's not gonna listen to him or facts, way bother?

[mikaazune]

Am I the only one drawing wicked parallels between them? And not just the fact that I'm jealous of their hair...

Spoilers for Alien Stage (through Round 5 to Weige)! Seriously, don't read if you haven't watched Weige specifically.

They're both very loyal to their friends and would risk their lives for them (and did in fact risk their lives for them). Baji didn't want Mikey to kill Kazutora over him, hence him stabbing himself. While Hyuna definitely hated or at least really disliked Luka, she wanted to let go of her hate. She was also probably very conflicted because they used to be close friends. Either way, she put herself in the line of fire to protect Luka from being shot.

This could also be aligned with them both being selfless. Hyuna's first action after escaping is literally going back to the Anakt Garden after losing her leg to try to free the other kids. She went back to the place that she'd just escaped from to help others, risking her own freedom and/or life on the process. Baji left Toman because he realized that he couldn't take down Kisaki without causing conflict with him and Mikey. He basically jeopardized his relationship with Mikey and the rest of Toman by joining another gang to find a way to get rid of Kisaki. To everyone else (minus Chifuyu), it looked like he betrayed them.

Additionally, they both have a wilder side and like to cause trouble. Baji is described as liking the thrill of adrenaline and Mikey says that he'll punch people and start fights for no reason, just because he feels like it. The two of them are both described as having smiles on their faces while fighting, even in dangerous situations like Hyuna's often in. She'll be blasting robots and blowing stuff up. Even when she saves Mizi in All-In (notably not Round 5, presumably because of Luka'a presence), she's grinning.

But despite having this wild side, they both care a lot for others, specifically their friends. Hyuna cared for Luka before he killed Hyun Woo, the three of them were really close friends. Hyuna also took in Mizi after saving her with zero hesitation, and she continued to look out for Mizi throughout the events they went through in All-In. In Blink Gone, she didn't want Mizi to go back to save Till because Mizi would be risking everything going right back to Alien Stage and could potentially get killed or get dragged back into the competition. Baji had a lot of faith in Ryusei and Chifuyu and knew he could trust both of them, and he knew he could let loose around them. Baji used Takemichi punching Kisaki as an excuse to leave, yes, but he was also saving Takemichi from a much worse fate because at that point, Takemichi (who iirc wasn't even an official member of the gang yet) had just punched the newly appointed third division captain. Baji mentions several times that he doesn't want to disappoint his mom, hence why he does his best to study. Not to mention that he was sending letters to Kazutora while the latter was locked up in the detention center, even though Kazutora had been the one to convince Baji to sneak into Shin's shop with him and nearly got Baji sent to the detention center too for Shin's murder. The only reason he wasn't was because Mikey testified for him.

They both died for people they cared about. Like I said earlier, Baji stabbed himself so that his death wouldn't be on Kazutora's hands and thus would get him killed by Mikey. Even though Kazutora had stabbed him earlier, Baji was still trying to protect him even though it meant that he'd die in the process. Hyuna, up until the events of Round 7 (at least from what I can tell), had despised Luka, but she was finally ready to let go of that. She took the bullet meant for him because deep down, she still cared for him. Her last words to him were, "I resented you so. I had to keep moving forward in every moment... but you were always my one and only weakness. That's why I resented you so. Luka, live with love. Embrace the pain, the frailty, and the moments so unbearably shameful. Forgive yourself... again and again, endlessly. Because everything... begins from there." She wanted him to lead a better life and used her last words to him to tell him that. They both cared and died for people that were very complicated and had some (putting it politely) issues to work through (let's not forget that Luka killed Hyuna's brother because he wanted her for himself and wasn't willing to "share" her with Hyun Woo).

I'm sure there's way more to analyze between the two of them but yeah, I'll leave it here. I just had to get it all out of my brain so I could take a nap.

[dykedvonte]

The second fic idea is a what-if scenerio where Jimmy dies in the crash due to and altercation with Curly and how Curly would navigate being Captain once he has to notice the little things and how he and Anya's relationship develop as he adopts an identical view point to hers rather than just keeping the peace.

And maybe i will write it but only time will tell tbh but it's stuck in my brain dome for the time being.

[librivore42]

YESSSSS I LOVE IT!!

Another Secret Withers gift - Stonemason Kith for @librivore42 !

[sayakxmi]

Saiouma Puella Magi AU, but Kokichi takes Madoka's role and Shuichi takes Homura's.

For one, Kokichi's too naturally distrustful to just hear "I can grant you any wish :)" and not think ok where's the hook. So he just does what no one ever has & essentially interrogates Kyubey, so he knows it all even before he gets to make a contract. So, some of his classmstes are MGs & he won't become one himself BUT he still ends up tagging along to just protect them in his Kokichi ways. (Though I'm entertaining Kokichi lying about being a magical girl, because, well, it's Kokichi).

(I also got a small idea of Gonta being a magical girls and Kokichi originally tagging along him into labyrinths, Gonta also makes him a magic gun from the toy one he had, and at some point witches out & Kokichi manages to kill him with that gun. So he always has that spare Grief Seed on himself, bc it's still his best friend & he can't handle the idea of just giving it away or using it himself (he does anyway in the end).)

Shuichi prolly ends up being a new kid & it isn't like MadoHomu, the ppl who reach him first are Kaede & Kaito, classic. Kokichi's there, too, but he's his usual sus self. He's actually discouraging ppl from making a contract when they find out magic and miracles are real, which absolutely includes Shuichi. He's very vocal abt it, but he won't explain stutf, bc 1) he's a liar, so who'd believe him? and 2) he doesn't want them to witch out upon finding out the truth or, idk, murder everybody Mami-style.

Anyway, fast forward, bad things happen bingo & by the end of the run most charas are dead, there's Walpurgis nachting, and he makes his wish to bring back the ppl who died notably not as magical girls. Contract signed, he fights & fails, rip. I also thought it was similar to how he thought he could end the killing game by himself - he though he could finish Walpurgisnacht by himself, too. And he failed in both times. Whatevs.

Shuichi doesn't actually make his time travel wish for Ouma specifically, he wants to save all his friends. Timelines are messy esp at first bc he either tells then or it backfires or just makes himself look very sus bc he's trying not to tell them. He also realizes why Kokichi hadn't told anybody aby witches at some point, bc, yeah, it messes them a lot, assuming they believe it.

Still, Kokichi ends up one of the few people who are nearly always giving him a chance, not necessarily out of belief, but out of pragmatism - bro can stop time & knows the truth, that's just too useful. So they often work together & Shuichi grows closer to him but still we ain't there yet. But the thing is, Shuichi's time travel still makes Kokichi more & more powerful with each timeline, bc Shuichi usually goes back after Kokichi dies, so the universe figured out this guy's life's important. Anyway, another notable thing is the iconic Homura kills Madoka scene, but it's Saiouma with guest stars of Kaito & Maki. It's Walpy, it's not defeated yet, but the training trio are spent & just kinda accept their fate of turning into witches together. And then, boom, Kokichi appears & steals their Soul Gems for a sec & he's like did u know you can cleanse your Soul Gem with a darkened one? But it's a lie & he quickly tells them so, he just had a spare Grief Seed after cleansing his Soul Gem & he needs them to do some stuff. Shuichi can travel back in time & fix things, and Maki & Kaito are needed to fight Walpy here. He actually questions what happens to the timelines Shuichi leaves behin, and ofc he doesn't know. There's a chance they remain, so Kokichi needs Maki & Kaito to fight Walpy here.

Kaimaki leave, and Shuichi finally looks at Kokichi & realizes sth is Wrong. Kokichi struggles to hide how he's trembling & grimacing, and it's Kokichi, so obviously it must be extremely bad. Shuichi dreadfully realizes something worse, and he weakly asks Kokichi why aren't his wounds healing. And Kokichi just falls, laughing weakly, and Shuichi catches him & searches for his Soul Gem and, God, he knew it. It's nearly completely black. Kokichi laughs & admits he lied abt having two Grief Seeds, he only had one he never wanted to use. But they'll have the second one soon, so no need to worry. He asks Shuichi to maybe destroy his witch form as it's hatching, so he'll have the Grief Seed without any fighting… and he admits that he hates fighting, he hates this magical world and all its violence. He says that Kaito was right in calling him a coward, even here he just can't handle the idea of fighting any longer, he's so sorry. And Shuichi tells him he ISN'T a coward. He was scared, but he always followed everybody, trying to help, and when push came to shove he would always make a contract for the benefit of others rather than himself. He's a lot of things, but a coward isn't one. Kokichi actually tears up hearing that, and Shuichi promises he won't let him fight ever again, and especially he won't let him turn into a witch and hurt anybody, because he knows it's the last thing he's ever wanted. Even now he only accepts turning into a witch to help them fight to keep others safe. So Shuichi won't let him. Kokichi probably apologizes and thanks him and then he dies.

Keeping Kokichi from fighting starts off as a side quest that gains importance with time, bc it's something Shuichi won't compromise on (ah, trauma), which leads him to occassionally neglect others a bit, which makes them more likely to get hurt & ironically Kokichi more likely to make a contract, especially since he gets more powerful & Kyubey is more interested in him with each timeline. And that also makes him witch out super quick. Shuichi's paying more attention to him & over time grows resentful of others for how they're treating him. To Shuichi it's no question that Kokichi cares & is just doing his best to help, but nobody realizes that.

But the biggest obstacle in keeping Kokichi from fighting is actually Kokichi himself, bc he's too smart and nosy, lmao. Even if he knows nothing, he will find out quickly. Doesn't help that Kyubey wants him to make a contract.

Also, obviously Kaito is Sayaka-coded and Maki could be Kyouko-coded, so that's a thing, BUT it's usually Maki that witches out. Kaito is usually pretty close, but Kokichi intervenes & he survives, but Maki later cracks on her own (and since in the new timeline Kokichi isn't there, Kaito's the one to die, so he's still the secretary). So it's Kaito who gets the dramatic sacrifice. I imagine he genuinely hoped you could bring somebody back if you tried Very Hard & Kokichi called him a moron bc obviously it's not possible. If it was there'd be far less witches that there are. But it's Kaito, he doesn't listen to reason. So, Kokichi follows him to the labyrinth. At first Kaito's mad cuz what if Kokichi being there ruins the plan? Maki hates his guts! But eventually he gets hit pretty hard, and Kokichi is near immediately by his side, trying to help him get up, which kinda makes Kaito short circuit a little bc wait Kokichi's trying to help? But witch!Maki attacks them & Kokichi pushes Kaito away & gets caught himself (and choked until unconsciousness, naturally). Anyway, Kaito gets him away, Shuichi catches Kokichi & Kaito makes up his mind about going down with Maki & asks Shuichi to tell Kokichi that he's sorry. He doesn't get him, but he got hurt trying to protect him, so he'll believe in that if nothing else. F.

As for The WishTM, in the last timeline Shuichi lashes out at Kokichi for his willingness to just become part of the system. In no timeline has his wish actually helped, it did NOTHINHG, which OUCH but it also makes Kokichi think out of the box more & he becomes the Law of Cycles. And Shuichi realizes what is happening & freaks out bc Kokichi's doing it bc of what he told him & like Homura they end up having a momentTM in space & Shuichi remembers. He feels a lot of guilt even tho he also questions whether anything was real, but if it was, he pushed somebody he far too realized he loved into erasing himself from existence.

[e-adlirez]

Spoilers for Sinsmas/Sinsmas ramble

So I had Sinsmas paused on my browser to do life stuff as usual, I Will Be Okay was in my head, and I walked back to my computer after life stuff and realized the frame I had it paused on was

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Do you see what I'm seeing

Their positions aren't just similar, they're reversed. In "I Will Be Okay", Via is on the floor and Stolas's shadow is standing up, looking down on her and reaching a hand to her from above, which she swats away. At the end of Sinsmas, Stolas is kneeling on the floor, with Via looking down at him from above, and her hand resting on Stolas's, which she pulls away from.

AND THE PARALLELS AND REVERSALS DON'T END THERE

From what I could see, it seems like there's only one instance where the parallel doesn't totally apply.

This.

Merry Sinsmas, Helluva Boss fandom :D

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[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[arabian-batboy]

The pager terrorist attack Israel did on Lebanon was so fucking disgusting. There's no line these Zionist animals will not cross, there's any crime they will not commit, no form of privacy they will not preach and no type of violence that is too dirty for them.

They're already making jokes about all the innocent people that are dead or injured and justifying it by saying they're just targeting Hezbollah's "terrorists," because apparently Hezbollah is just the Lebanese version of Hamas to them.

A boogeyman they will blame all their crimes on.

It doesn't matter that Hamas is literally just the name of the government or that Hezbollah is just the name of a political party, so their members includes normal civilians just like any other government in the world and their assassination is against international law (not that Zio dogs care about international law), but even if we assumed that every single member of Hamas and Hezbollah are weapon-wielding combatant, which is completely unrealistic, it still wouldn't justify this sleazy cyber attack that injured and killed innocent bystanders, including children (not that Zio dogs care about murdered children) who were simply standing next to those Hezbollah's members, which again, included civilian members who were off duty and doing normal daily tasks in public places such as shops, hospitals and schools.

But since The West has racialized the word "terrorist" so much to the point where fascists just use it as a synonym for Middle Eastern people, these actual Zionist terrorists can get away with killing, torturing and raping any innocent civilian they want from our region by turning around and calling them the terrorists.

They can kill any Palestinian person they want and excuse it by calling them Hamas terrorists or being used as a human shield by them, they can kill any Lebanese person they want and excuse it by calling them Hezbollah terrorists or being used as a human shield by them, they can kill any Yemeni person they want and excuse it by calling them Houthi terrorists or being used as a human shield by them.

They can use all the money, weapons and impunity that is unconditionally given to them by the US + The West to terrorize as many people as possible and in the end of the day, their victims are the ones that get demonized and have their death justified by being accused of being terrorists while their killers, the actual terrorists here, continue to victimize themselves and claim self-defense.

Find a protest near you here: X, X, X, X & X

Donate or join Palestine action here: PALESTINE ACTION

[illou-sainte]

Mark your territory.

pairings: colonel!caleb x wife!reader

cw: unprotected sex, office sex, marking, biting, possessive!Caleb (I mean it's Caleb we're talking about), mentions of babies, impregnation kink, breeding kink, baby fever, knocking up, mentions of killing, thoughts of the reader being pregnant.

Remember Caleb's hand that you gave a permanent bite mark when you were kids? Because, he's always worried when you're sick, you'd always bite your tongue--so he lets you bite his hand instead.

Caleb doesn't care if it hurts--as long as you don't hurt yourself. He's okay with it.

Well, it's the same hand that you still bite 'till this day to muffle your moans while he's pounding deep inside of you in his office-- well actually, in any places you both fuck at.

And to be honest, the colonel doesn't really care if your moans and whimpers gets loud to the point that others can hear it, so that they're aware that he's the one fucking you dumb.

However, as possessive as he is, he never wants others to hear those sweet moans from you. He's the only one who should hear it-- he'd rather kill those who can even get a little glimpse of hearing those adoring sounds-- that's exclusively just for him.

Because, he's the one fucking you balls deep--not them, while you moan and whimper in return.

He considers your visible bite on his hand-- a mark, a permanent one. When someone asks him where he got that-- he'll be proud to say that his lovely wife gave it to him.

While on the other hand, he wants to give you a permanent mark too--a baby:(

This man will do anything just to knock you up for good and have your stomach swollen with his baby.

The thought of it turns him on all the time.

Always wanting to cum inside of your warm pussy, and fuck all of it inside of your womb. He always makes sure you take it all-- not a single drop wasted.

"Even if it doesn't take, I will knock you up over and over again until you're carrying my baby."

This man doesn't show any shame in saying these things to you.

He's just marking what's his-- marking his territory.

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[guppybibi]

John Price who absolutely loves it when you nag him. Would kill someone just to hear you scold him about smoking another cigar today. Who wouldn't appreciate all the nagging you do for him? He doesn't understand all of the other husbands who despise their wive's nagging, you wouldn't have nagged in the first place if you didn't care for their wellbeing in the first place!

Like he accidentally left the faucet slightly open? He could already hear your sweet voice lecturing him on and on about water conservation and such. You not only care for him, but the environment too? He scored a goal he never even knew he was missing the whole time!

Or maybe he casually skipped a meal to clear off his workload? Oh boy, he could practically see the outline of your shadow, approaching his office with a hearty meal and a frustrated pout. His imagination was doing wonders while he thought about what you plan on saying upon entering the room, perhaps you'll just step in and shove a spoonful of whatever food you have into his mouth?

He could die happy if he hears you telling him off about putting the toilet paper under instead of over (which is apparently the right way, from what I've heard) or for not taking out the trash earlier in time. John Price is a simple man, who appreciates the simple things in life, by your words alone he can already tell how much you care and value him as a person and as your husband.

[nightingale-prompts]

Lay Me to Rest- DCxDP Prompt

Warning: Blood and gore

There has been a series of murders across the country. Each death was varied and self-inflicted. At first, they all seemed like suicide but each had a strange range of symptoms before death.

Sudden paranoia, incoherent mumbling, screaming or yelling, going in and out of their homes sporadically, random fixations, and finally self-harm.

The victims were teachers, parents, businessmen, truckers, and even a crime novelist. All unrelated and in different states.

Each victim didn't seem to have a connection until an investigation discovered that each one had been an active serial killer. The body counts ranged from as little as 5 to as much as 23. The killer was named the Serial Serial Killer which wasn't creative but it was catchy. Some called them the Angel of Vengeance but most thought it was cringy and overdramatic. Many people didn't want them to be caught but others hotly debated letting a killer dispense justice when their crusade could easily turn into them killing people for innocuous things.

The police were still questioning whether this killer even existed. One thing was clear, there was a trail and it led straight to Gotham. A goldmine for them. Naturally, Batman had gotten a hold on the case and began an investigation.

The biggest question was how the killer found their victims and how they knew that they were killers.

The answer was obvious. They didn't need to figure it out. They just needed to wait. Why just in the effort to investigate when a serial killer tries to convince you to leave with them? So bars are the obvious place. But that's shaky at best since there is a period of torment that takes place that allows the victims to return home. The killer doesn't care if the victims could call the police, perhaps because they know their victim won't.

Bruce started to build a profile. He saw a pattern here. Each of the victims had a preference for their victims as well. They targeted young people, mainly boys. Odds are the Serial Serial Killer matched that description or age range. So bars weren't the hunting ground. So parks were more likely to go unnoticed and boys tended to hang out there longer after dark.

The killer was more than likely a victim himself so he may have a few scars but probably not noticeable enough that his would-be assailants would be turned off. There is no ignoring the predatory nature of the victims. Each killed children for gratification in some form. It's not that the boy is attractive but he probably has traits that the victims found attractive in children. So babyfaced, short, native, and polite.

There was much else Bruce could get. There was nothing concrete and he still didn't understand the method that was used. So far this was guesswork.

It wasn't until a few weeks later while he tracking another killer that he found his answer.

Dr.Kinder a Biologist by day and a killer who experiments on his victims at night had picked up a promising new lab rat a week ago. He had intended to slowly dissect the boy. He had gotten so used to the screams he stopped using anesthetics besides he wanted to see how the fear response caused the organs to shift.

To his surprise the boy didn't fight, in fact he seemed to jump to the table and say he didn't need restraints. Disturbing. But he was restrained anyways.

As the doctor cut him open the boy didn't react, only humming to himself as he watched the doctor.

"What are you hoping to find?" He asked. "I'm getting bored and this bearly hurts."

The boy annoyingly never stopped talking and never missed a chance to ruin the moment. There were never any screams or cries but incessant talking.

Dr.Kinder found the boy disturbing so he simply took an axe and chopped the boy into pieces. Not once did he make a sound. The doctor thought it was over but the next day the boy was back. He sat on the autopsy table kicking his feet in nothing but his bare skin.

"What the hell are you?" The doctor gasped in horror.

"I'm bored. Play with me again." The boy purred.

Bile crawled up his throat as the doctor restained this...thing again.

This time the boy spoke differently.

"You cut me up last time. Did you do that to the last boy. After you...you know." A sick grin spread across his cheeks.

The doctor cut open his neck this time and let him bleed out.

Everyday he came back and every day the doctor killed him until the time between his death got shorter and shorter. The days began to blur and he had no idea how long he had been doing this. But that thing kept talkimg to him.

Dr.Kinder stared down at his desk at the papers trying to think of anything but-

"I wonder what people would think about what you've done. You're a disgusting and depraved man doctor. Look at what you've done to me." The sing-song voice of that demon called out.

He could feel those blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck.

He flinch as he pushed the thing away.

"Oh, are you going to beat me or stab me this time? Ooo, or are you going to put me through the woodchipper again?" The demon asked as the doctor wrapped his hands around his throat.

He just kept squeezing until the boy went limp. It never ends. The blood never goes away. It covered every surface of the room. Dripping, conjugating, and spreading into every corner. Whenever he turned his head he could see body parts spread across the room in the pools of blood he could they the faces of the others that he had killed. Each face wretched in agony.

"You hold on better than the others. I've been eaten, torched, and disemboweled before but after coming back a few times they usually end it after a few words. But every time they don't feel guilt. They just don't want to face consequences." The boy said. "Do you even remember my name? The one I told you when you picked me up on the side of the road or was I just another body to use and discard? I used the name of your first victim. I hoped you'd notice."

The doctor knew he couldn't kill the boy but he could end himself. He had tried it once but just like the kid he came back without a scratch.

"Not yet. This is your life now. Come on, let's taste death together. Again and again and again and again and-" he repeated over and over.

This was hell. This was his hell.

But it came to an end eventually. Dr.Kinder put an end to himself in a gruesome display.

Batman had only caught the tail end as he faced a young boy standing an a pool of blood.

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"Yeah, that thing is like a worse version of a revenant. Doesn't really have a name yet to describe it. It's undead for sure. You kill it and it just comes back." Constantine said "Why did you bring it here?"

After a long bath and some new clothes, the kid looked normal as played on a phone given to him.

"Look, I didn't know what else to do." Bruce explained.

"You leave it alone!" Constantine said exasperated "Look they are harmless to anything they don't bear a grudge towards. Think of it as a force of nature." Constantine said.

"I just want to know how to stop him." Bruce said.

"Well you can't kill it but you can't bring him back entirely. You can just soothe it 'till it stops targeting its victims. It must have died pretty gruesomely to go to these lengths. You need to find where it died and lay it to rest. Properly." Constantine sighed knowing that appeasing this soul would be more than just difficult.

"Danny, come on. Let's go." Bruced said putting a hand on the boy's head as Danny stood up to leave.

"Okay. Bye!" Danny waved to Constantine.

[cherie-doll]

I said "do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

(Yes, of course I will, my darling)

― yandere!cod men x reader ― ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, makarov, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з suggestive?

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ଘ You're no plaything for Price. He doesn't just like you, he adores you. Cups your pretty face in his hands; delicately. His rugged and rough hands become gentle as soon as he comes into contact with your skin, treating it as if it were finely-grained porcelain. He treats you the exact opposite of how he treats anyone else. Whilst he leaves everyone else covered from head to toe in blood for coming near you, you're covered from head to toe in the most expensive items you wish for. But, he doesn't want you to forget that his money doesn't represent his love for you, it does not begin to cover not even half of what it should. He'll be sure to remind you not to be spoiled rotten. He's fond of you and while he's interested in you, you should listen and obey to what he advices you. He is more experienced after all.

ଘ Compare what Simon's scars and bruises are to your unscathed body. Let his hands roam over your body, taking in all he works for. Let them wander and familiarize with what he's toying with. His breath on your skin as it quickens, losing his train of thoughts as he fondles you. He's convinced you're meant only for him. No one else should touch you this way, no one could do it like he does. And please return it! Cradle his head in your lap, so the sizzling subsides and he feels alive. Let him know he's the best, the one. Let him lean in and capture those soft, plump lips in a passionate kiss. Don't pull away, don't deny him his heaven. And don't you dare let anyone else trail your body with their eyes like he does. Why, he'll feel as if they're already doing what their mind desires. He's screwed up in his mind but he'll move heaven and earth for those thighs to wrap around his waist at night spilling the warmth between them. Make him feel warm and welcome, give him the world he burns everyone else for. He sacrifices others at the feet of your altar.

ଘ Johnny's smug smile can fade rather quickly with one sensual move from you, watch him get lost as his breath is winded and his body is overtaken with an all-consuming fire of passion. Oh, he can't even fathom the idea of anyone before or after him experiencing such things. He'll be paralyzed the moment you sit on his lap and putting your hand to his chest, let it trail over his heart which at the moment beats wildly. It's a sensation he experiences when plunging a knife deep within someone else's chest, he reckons the feeling is almost the same. He thinks his victims rather lucky they die this way. How many other people can experience that fleeting, overwhelming feeling?

ଘ Kyle's hand kisses are done with such reverent trembling and respect that he'll have your skin tingling with warm sensations as if the late evening sun was seeping into your skin. Let his and your body blend together like the watercolors on an artist's canvas does. Bask in his affection like you'll sunbathe on the beach. Take in all the good he brings you, accept every touch of his that starts with a secure embrace and ends with the colliding of your bodies. The cold with which he lashes out for others has no place with the gentleness he entreats you with. Keep your eyes on his, locked in his steady gaze immerses himself in fantasies. He feels dizzy as if his world was spinning, losing himself in the sensations. And after the elation, let him shower you in praises, caresses and gifts. Let him buy you two rings for each finger, how many could you want to show off having a caring partner when you slide his card at the register? Make your hands look pretty whilst his are leaving a trail of crimson blood after him.

ଘ Roach couldn't ever hurt anyone else, he didn't know what he was capable of until the importance of you came all too clear. You're something that shouldn't belong to anyone else in the world. It's a quick descent down the spiral of violent devotion. His soft gaze usually filled with admiration and sentiment for you hardens, his pupils dilating as fear takes over. He's only acting on behalf of all his anguish, you haven't the heart to condemn him. He's shown you what your heart is worth, couldn't you give him some sort of heaven? He will do very well at whatever it is you ask of him, just wait while he shows you. There isn't anyone else like him he says over and over as if a prayer or spell he could make come true.

ଘ Makarov does not care whether he deserves you or not. Unlike the others who will commit unspeakable acts out of guilt and use their "pure" intentions to purify their actions, Makarov is selfish and relentless in what he wants. He does not flinch at your attempts of control, it's lost the moment he takes you in. He's determined to taste everything you have to offer, whether it's willingly or not. But he does like things to be served on a platter for him, he also has no problem taking it himself. Let the hand on the back of your neck guide you in the direction you are to walk, be docile and you'll surely receive tenderness. He can never deny that he loves the way your lashes flutter as you look through them up at him as he pats your head for being so good. Overtime you might notice small details showing his exterior cracking and revealing the soft, white underbelly of affection. He feels as if his chest caves in from your actions, the subtle red at the tip of his ears. Keep pulling at his neck collar, he'll like that fake sense of control you have.

ଘ You wouldn't ever catch a glimpse of Alejandro's manipulative strategies until he finds someone threatening. Is it wrong you're not seeing enough of other people? His biggest fear is you falling for someone else, the danger of you getting too close to someone is palpable for him. The intimacy you two share is from the harvest he's worked so hard for. He's been slaving away for so long to just let someone else lay a hand on you. He kneads you into what he desires, anything to feel the beating heart in your chest which pumps only for him. He'll keep polishing you until he gets down to the bare essence of you, which he can only dream to capture. The rhythm he wants to feel rushing through his veins, circling throughout his body.

ଘ Rudy's tenderness blinds you as he takes you to what you can only describe to be paradise. With the shining of luxury, all new and just for you he says. He'll press a million sweet kisses on your face before dropping that a most bothersome person will no longer be graced by your presence ever again. To him it's like a quiet act of love, to you, it's unimaginable. Don't worry your head will all the details, isn't it better to have no worries? He's all smooth indulgence telling you to keep looking at the adorned future he has ahead for you, telling you not to pay attention to the blood that stains the walls of the hallways you walk. He would lay out a new, fancy red carpet over the corpses for you to step over and continue in this fabricated dream.

ଘ Phillip knows exactly how to get the best out of you. Can you blame a man for knowing how to get what he wants from you? Let him tease and tug for he knows what every maneuver of his does. The hands that massage your skin don't get dirty, he'll always have others ready and willing to carry out whatever order he gives. It's what he's accustomed to and how he intends to keep it. But the droplets of blood that splatter do not miss his skin. The stain is still there, still under the skin of the thumb he pushes inside of you, feeling around for that bliss. Let his protectiveness clothe your body, he's already blurring the lines between obsessiveness and possessiveness.

ଘ Keegan's eyes will have you coming to a stumbling halt. Asking for something only you know how to give so good. Those erratic eyes that are unpredictable as they are deep, representing the deep dive you have to be holding your breath for. Are you ready to indulge? Because the impact will have you gasping for air, and when you try to take one you'll only swallow a mouthful of carnal desire. He ignites such a heat it's scalding to the touch, you don't know what's happening it's like you lose control. It happens so fast that when it's all over you'll let his lips, from which hot breaths slip through, kiss all over your sweat glistened body. His eyes might be softer and hold it for a while until he's back to the merciless, cold gaze which freezes everyone's else blood, feeling it lump within their veins.

ଘ Let König go on his fast rampages. They're over quick anyways. And afterwards, when he comes back, cradle his head between your thighs his tongue tangling as he stutters out promises to buy you what you wish if only you let him lap at your sweetness until his thoughts are left to reckless abandonment. Let him get what he can't get anywhere else. Call him handsome as your bury your fingers into his hair, your fingertips trailing his jaw and down his neck to where his adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Place kisses on his cheek until he turns his head in one swift motion and captures your lips in a desperate kiss. He wants it all, wants all of you all at once it makes him messy, shaky and weak. But he just wants someone to hold him, rubbing his ears and whispering words of affirmation in his ear.

ଘ Horangi could care less what other's want from him. You're in his viewpoint and he's determined to apply as much pressure as possible to make you bend. The reason he justifies himself with is the lullaby he's lulled to sleep with. Everyone else wants something from him, why shouldn't you? Everyone else is just in the way, he says over and over again, trying to make you focus on his lips instead of the bodies on the floor. With what he's done, he expects a standing ovation from you, nothing but complete adoration and servitude. He's a man who chases after impulses, who knows how long until this candle runs out. For now, ignore the brusque hand and acknowledge the underlying intents. He'll keep this lecherous momentum going until you're feeling faint from the mere touch of his hand.

ଘ Resignation is a trait Nikto works hard to work out of you. Surely, you ought to trust him after all he's done for you. In his mind, he's dedicated such gentle caring to you, you should be grateful. Don't be afraid to take directly out of his hand, he prefers you lose that skepticism. And when you do start to gentle, oh he can never get enough of it. His fingers grazing and gliding over your body at any and every chance he can get. Let him delve deeper into you, it's only natural for him to want to know you better. Every quiver of yours, he feels through the epidermis of his skin. He just knows you that well. His jerking movements shouldn't startle you by now. Maybe if you were more open, you would be telling him what you want. Give him some sort of sign before that spark ignites an unyielding fire. Because to him, that trembling is a sign of a smoldering fierceness waiting to break through.

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