#going through my list of followers one by one looking for minors to block would take a long time i don't have but will have soon

[squeaky-n-blushy]

What's your stance on the thing that's going on about not letting minors interact?

My stance on the what now

[world-of-aus]

Live Now

Pairing: Camboy!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (Use of Toys, Masturbation)

Authors Note: Smut has been on the mind, and well what better way to test the waters? Happy Reading BUNS! (Any and all writing mistakes are my own)

He jerks his cock lazily with one calloused hand, the other guiding the cursor down the list of potential cam girl links waiting to be clicked and watched. Many of his favorites have bumped their way to the top, his search defined already to what he likes, the profiles he views often after a night of work. Tonight, he scrolls past them, despite his aching cock beginning for something other than the lazy stroke he provides. 

Your name had been dropped in his comments for weeks now, many of his loyal viewers asking, no begging him to give you a view. They had promised the long-haired brunette he wouldn’t regret it, apparently you put on quite the show if the frequent drop of your site name was any indication. So he scrolls, continues his lazy stroke as he seeks you out. He finds your link two pages in, the live now icon flashing before his eyes, your profile gives little away, nothing like the other cam girls he’s favorited. He leans back into his chair, body sliding down as he spreads his legs, he gives you your chance. 

He presses your link, his screen going black before the loading screen comes on. He removes his hand from the mouse to guide his grey joggers lower around his muscled thighs. He wouldn’t remove them yet; not till he was sure your show would deliver. 

Bucky waits, fist still lightly wrapped around his hardened cock, his stroke a constant motion now, giving himself something to look forward to. When the video finally loads Bucky is floored, a curse leaving the man's lips, his fist tightening around his cock as he takes all of you in. 

You were sin on legs. 

You were kneeled before the camera, your breasts bouncing from where your rode the black dildo that was buried inside of you. The noises the toy pulled from you were blocked by the silicon cock fisted in your hands that you pressed past your lips. Bucky didn’t think it was possible for him to get harder, but the way you push yourself to swallow more of the silicon down has him aching, he had never wanted to be a toy more. 

And like Bucky, your followers are eating it up. The soft pings of comments and coins being dropped for you. He chuckles huskily, his fist moving quicker over his cock as he watches you eat the attention right up, your hands pressing more of the toy into your mouth till your gagging. He watches you pull back from the toy, a thin line of spit connecting you to the silicon, a noise he’d pay to hear repeatedly leaving your lips as you grind down onto the toy below you. 

Bucky can see you need more, can hear it in the breathy pleas that spill from those lips he aches to have around his cock. “It feels so good,” he hears you say, and he swears he’s never heard a sound so euphoric than your wrecked voice gracing his ears. “s’fucking my pussy so good.” You moan your fingers drifting down your body to split through your folds showing your viewers just how well the black toy was fucking you, how wet you were. 

Bucky’s thinking with his cock when he leans forward to type a comment into the chat box. His fist moving over his erect member in fast succession as he watches you get yourself off. The ping catches your eye, your gaze sifting through all the comments that have accumulated but ultimately landing on his. 

“You think you could fill me out better than my toy,” you purr as you lean forward, your breasts pressed and pushed together to offer a view as you ride the toy in tandem now. Yeah, he thinks, he could have you cock drunk before he even sheathed himself inside of you of that he was certain. “You think you could fuck my pussy till I’m creaming all over your cock?” 

He chokes on a groan, his lips parting as the pleasure courses through his veins. Fuck you were a dirty girl, a dirty girl he couldn’t wait to get his hands on and defile further. He’s moving forward again, the pleasure continuing to build up in his groin as he tried to type something significantly coherent in your chat box. 

Your laugh is breathless, lips parted in an ‘o’, he’s certain this is what you look like when you’re pushing to topple over the edge. “Fuck I would love nothing more than to have your cock in my pussy right now, have you fill me up.” You moan as you push back onto your knees, hands clasped around your breasts as you ride the black silicon toy vigorously. A means to your end. 

The chat box has gone quiet, the only sounds filling Bucky’s room is that of his lube slicked fist rubbing over his weeping cock, the pleasure pleas spilling from those sinful lips as you drive yourself closer, and the soft ping of your viewers dropping more coins for you. He imagines they must all look like him right now; speechless, fists wrapped around their cocks as they race to meet their end with you. 

Why hadn’t he searched you up sooner? 

He has no time to think on that thought, your scream of pleasure meeting his ears, your orgasm seared into his memory. Its enough to push him on, his own orgasm spilling over his fist landing on his stomach.  

‘Holy Shit’, he chuckles, a groan following as he rides the aftershocks. 

A few breaths later and he finds himself cleaning up alongside you. Your movements lax on the other side of the screen as you shift through some of the comments your viewers are leaving. He had typed plenty already, so he sat this part out content enough to watch through the comments with you. Plenty were calling you their ‘good girl’ and he couldn’t help but think of how far from the truth that statement was. You may put on the good girl visage for your Loyals but Bucky knew a brat waiting to be tamed when he saw one. 

He wondered when he might get the chance. If he ever got the chance. 

You wrap up your live with a kiss and a thank you promising to return soon with a special surprise. 

Bucky was certain that after today he would be returning, and with a final praise from you his screen goes black alongside yours. He closes out of the tab, landing on your original link, the live now notification gone like you. He goes to close that tab, but notification pings from the speakers alerting him to a new message.  

His brows furrow as he guides the cursor to the message notification, his heart races, a message from you, Siren, sits in his inbox. He moves to the message clicking it, intrigued, his insides twist. 

“I’ll be damned, buckmeup is a fan?” 

He falls back into his chair, shit. 

[elmouwus]

♡ lowe’s tub for two • katsuki bakugo ♡

katsuki bakugo x f!reader

summary — bakugo has always had a fantasy of bending you over in the middle of an aisle in a store, now he can finally cross it off his bucket list.

warnings — nsfw. established relationship, married couple, smut, exhibitionism (public sex), unprotected sex (p in v : wrap it up folks), shower sex (technically), light fingering, quickie, dirty talk, cream pie, slight d/s dynamic, dom!katsuki/sub!reader, cream pie.

1276 words xx

MINORS DNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

“What about this one,” you pointed at a shower display and looked up at your husband who was already looking in your direction, just not at your face.

The two of you had just gotten married a few weeks ago and were working on designing your new home together, the last thing to work on were the bathrooms, so that’s how you found yourself in this Lowe’s aisle looking at shower displays. Unfortunately, it seemed like you were the only one interested in the actual displays.

“Katsuki,” you snapped, causing Katsuki to look up at you, his vermilion eyes meeting your own, “my ass is not what we’re supposed to be looking at today.”

“That might not have been your plan but it was definitely mine,” he smirked as he looked back down at your ass, sliding his hand onto it, rubbing a circle on it.

“Katsuki Bakugo, do you have no public decency at all?” You asked slapping his arm and taking a step away from him, “we’re in public, how would you like to be the next headline on the news. I can see it now ‘Number Two Pro Hero: Dynamight & Number 15 Pro Hero : H/N Getting Down & Dirty In L-“

“Okay, Jesus, Woman I get it, alright? No touching my own wife in public,” he over exaggerated.

“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes, “now answer my question,” you looked back at the shower display. It took less than a few seconds for you to feel his hand on your ass again.

“Kat-“

“Y/N hush, nobody is around, this place is a ghost town,” he licked his lips as he squeezed your ass hard, causing a soft moan to leave your mouth. You bit your own lip as you felt heat pool in your panties, “I wish you’d just let me fuck you in this aisle, it’s all I can think about when we’re out,” he whispered right into your ear as he caressed your ass.

You shivered at the feeling of his breath on your ear. You looked both ways down the aisle, he wasn’t wrong, this place was a ghost town. You didn’t even remember seeing anyone else when you guys came through.

You smirked pushing Katsuki off you and turning around to look at him, your eyes met once again. His eyes were coated in lust and mischievousness.

You put your hand on his chest and gave him a quick peck, “since you can’t seem to focus on the task at hand, why don’t we kill two birds with one stone?”

He cocked an eyebrow, “what do you have in mind, Brat?”

“Let’s see if we,” you paused to stretch up to his ear to whisper, “fit in this shower.”

You went back to your flat feet and stared at him innocently as you backed up towards the shower display. For the first time in all of the time you knew Katsuki Bakugo, this was the first time you seemed to have caught him by surprise. His jaw was slightly dropped and he looked like he was just offered the opportunity of a lifetime.

“What about the press,” he smirked as he walked towards you.

You turned around as you opened the display shower door and slipped in, “it’s like you said, it’s a ghost town in here and we have the power of my quirk by our side. So do you wanna cross this off your bucket list or not?”

He knew he couldn’t pass this up, he ‘begged’ for an exhibitionism experience almost every time you were out. He followed you into the shower, closing the door behind him, “how long can you hold your invisibility for now,” he asked as you both pretended to feel around the shower as if testing it out.

As much as he wanted this experience and the fact that this place was empty, cameras were still a thing and he definitely didn’t want a sex tape going around just after getting married.

“About 5 minutes without a break with someone else..”

“Guess this is gonna have to be a quickie,” he winked as you touched his shoulder and you both disappeared. You saw one another but your reflections were gone, which meant no one else could see you either.

Now knowing you’re invisible, you slammed into each other hard. Your lips swirled together as you tongue wrestled with one another.

“You’re such a naughty whore,” Katsuki said as he put his hands under your short sundress, pulling your underwear down, “wearing this short ass dress knowing you were gonna get me riled up, huh?”

His thick calloused finger slid up and down your slit, feeling that your whole slit was covered in your juices, you sucked on his tongue as you unbuckled his pants and let them drop.

Knowing you had limited time, he slid one of his hands down to the back of your thighs, “jump.”

You did as you were told and he slammed you against the back wall of the shower, before taking ahold of his cock and rubbing it with his wet hand, you didn’t remember him spitting on it but your were on a hormone high and wanted to ride it out.

Without sparing another second he slammed his thick cock into you, and started heavily thrusting. You let out loud moans and whimpers as his wet hand found your clit, rubbing it with one of his fingertips.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he sucked on your neck. You felt his heavy balls continuously hit your ass cheeks as he thrusted in and out of you, “fucking whore, getting off to me fucking you in Lowe’s.”

You were married to an actual sex god. Your moans got louder as his tip hit your g spot over and over again. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure up your body, not to mention the his fingertip circling your clit.

You both knew your time was running out, which is why Katsuki was focusing on you so hard, “come on baby, I know you wanna cum for me.”

“I do,” your scream-moans echoed down the empty aisle.

“Then do it,” he said as he picked up the speed. You arched your back as you felt your orgasm hit, it rolled up and down your body, the feeling of your pussy contracting around him caused him to (what felt like) be sucked dry.

You felt his dick twitch in you as he pulled out, his cum dripping out a little. He let you slowly drop as he picked up your panties putting them in his pants pocket as he lifted them.

“Hello, is anyone down here? I heard a scream,” an associate asked, walking towards the aisle. He turned down the aisle to see Pro Hero Dynamite and you looking at a shower display.

“Oh yes, it was me, sorry,” you said, your face was flushed, “I was just so excited to pick out the last part of our new home. How much is delivery for this model,” you asked the associate innocently.

Katsuki smirked as he watched his cum slide down your legs while you spoke to the worker.

[devieuls]

The way of love pt.III

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: Some parts are explicit and slightly NSFW, if you are minor do not interact with the series, the more I go on and the less chaste it will be.

Lenght : 4,3k

Notes: All characters will keep the age difference but will be aged eg: Neteyam 19 y.o; Lo'ak 18 y.o etc…

NA'VI WORDS: PARULTSYIP: Children. KARYU: Teacher. 'ITE: Daughter. TANHI: Star. NARLOR: Beautiful (visually). SA'NU: Mum (affectionately). YAWNE: Beloved. YAWNTUTSYIP: Darling/Beloved

PART:1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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< All this was so fast, so fast that you were most likely in that state of shock, not for anything else, at least this you tried to make you believe, failing miserably when Neteyam caressed your face. You felt like such an idiot when he looked at your lips, because inevitably you did the same with his lips and you couldn’t believe they looked so soft and warm. Your breath was suddenly cut when he slowly drew his face to yours, and your heart decided to let you experience tachycardia. >

Neteyam moved a strand of hair behind your ear as his thumb brushed against your cerulean skin and gave you yet another shiver. His eyes explored every inch of your face, looking at you as if you were Pandora’s most beautiful and precious thing; while the eclipse was starting to take space in the sky, kissing Neteyam’s face with sweet fuchsia and purple shades that made him strangely beautiful in your eyes. You tried to avert your eyes from Neteyam’s by turning your face, but you were blocked by the hot hand of na'vi. Your breath was dying in your throat, its proximity had sent you tilt your brain and your heart decides to do the same thing.

"I. don’t think you’re… a good person. Just a demon." you said trying to convince yourself more than the boy.

"Then tell me by looking me in the eyes. Tell me 'Neteyam Sully, I hate you', do it sincerely. If you convince me, I swear I won’t bother you anymore" His voice was strangely warmer, electric discharges ran through your body, only managing to swallow.

It would have been so easy if he had stayed away, but now your heart and mind betrayed you so clearly. You knew you had to hate him, it was the right thing to do, it was also his fault that your sister died, that your village suffered sudden bereavement. Then why didn’t you see the evil in his eyes? It was easy to hate the Sullys by not having them around, but now that you had the eldest son of what you recognized as a demon, you couldn’t even list one flaw or downside.

"I hate you. I hate your family. I hate your person and your personality. Neteyam, you are the most irritating and childish person I have ever known, stubborn and stubborn as a sturmbeest. The biggest skxawng I know. I hate you. I hate you viscerally and I just want you to disappear from my village." You said with clenched teeth, trying to accumulate as much composure as possible, spitting in his face all the words you were dedicating to him.

Unlike what you would have expected, Neteyam smiled without taking his eyes off you, as if instead of insults you had confessed to him the most romantic thing ever heard.

"If so, continue to hate me this way, ma Tanhì." He said with an affectionate tone, and then put his lips on your forehead, sending you into a frenzy.

You ripped your wrist from his gentle grip and walked away from him whispering insults in na'vi, as you called your Ikran to return to the village without Neteyam. The na'vi laughed as he watched you go away angry, even though he could notice a slight redness on your cheeks before running away.

"Narlor… just shining like her freckles," Neteyam said, leaning against his banshee, watching you walk away.

While you were tied to your Banshee she felt every emotion you were feeling, and she made you realize that she knew, so you leaned on her exhausted back, seeking solace in your spiritual sister. " I don’t understand. I said I hate him and he's still…Ahhh ! If only he behaved even once in a rude way towards me, maybe�� yes, maybe I could insult him more heavily" You said to the wind, while the Ikran drove you home. " Stupid heart. Stupid mind and stupid Neteyam. Oh Great Mother, why do you do this to me?" your voice was exhausted.

You’d only known Neteyam for three days, and it seemed like I had a crush on him for years. You hoped that your Banshee could communicate directly to the great mother to have mercy on her poor daughter, and avoid her all these sentimental entanglements.

As future Olo'eykte you already had a young Na'vi who would mate with you, your mother chose him because it was the will of Eywa, Tul'pey was the best warrior of the clan, trained by your father from a young age. He was your friend besides being your promised and future companion; you could say you were happy with him, you loved the attentions he gave you and how he treated you, however with him you had never tried the vertiggini as with Neteyam, your heart did not accelerate until you hurt your chest, Your breath didn’t cut. You hated the feelings you had with that Omatikayan son of a demon, so why couldn’t you stop thinking it was such a good feeling about you?

When you got home, you spent another sleepless night, thinking again about that damn boy, his hand around your wrist, how he held your face still to look him right in the eye, his fingers in your hair and the smile he gave you even when you insulted him. It was terribly difficult to even think about him and not be able to find something with which to insult him. If it was true that night brings advice, in this case Eywa was advising you things you had no intention of doing, so you decided to spend the next day with Tul'pey instead of Neteyam, only to give you time to recover from that night that was damning you more than the flower given away on the first day.

The weeks passed quickly, you had discovered that Neteyam was a great athlete and with an almost natural predisposition to excel in everything. In a few weeks he was able to interpret almost perfectly both the wind and the sea, learning the fishing and hunting habits of your clan. You had not yet told him your name and you were not willing to do it, rather you preferred that he simply called you Karyu (teacher), to put stakes between you two. Not that nights like the third night hadn’t been repeated, Neteyam was a sweet natural flirt and wasn’t ashamed to hide it. The whole thing was damning you more than I could imagine, and you couldn’t help but think it was sexy and attractive after all, and every time you thought about it, you took a break to stop thinking about him like that.

Soon came the month of Ikran, and with it began preparations for the Day of Atonement. This day was dedicated to the search for forgiveness for the wrongs committed in the last year, and was important for the Na'vi, as they believed that by acknowledging their mistakes and seeking forgiveness, they could maintain balance and harmony in their clan.

This year you were forced to share this important holiday with the person you never wanted to forgive, you were always happy about the holidays that made the clan more lively and joyful, actively participating in all kinds of activities, But the thought of finding Neteyam near you only made you nervous. To put the cherry on the cake, your parents had well thought of inviting Neteyam to spend the retreat after the party together with you, since it would only be that his family was in the Omaticaya clan.

In the week preceding the Day of Atonement, na'vi were used to changing their look to represent their transition from people who committed wrongs to people finally free from the burden of 'sin'. For this reason your mother after preparing your father with a new fantasy of braids and jewelry, invited Neteyam in such a way as to take his mother’s place and prepare him for the event with items typical of the Tayrangi Clan, which bothered you slightly since they were not objects that belongs to him.

In the following days it was the turn of the women to change Look, you decided to prepare the very morning of the celebration. Your mother made you sit on the mat under her, starting to take off your braids gently, while she took care of your skin and treated your locks with some oils derived from plants.

"Ma 'ite, this may be your last Day of Atonement as Olo'eykte in preparation. Next year you may be recognized as the next Olo'eykte of the Tayrangi" Ikeyni said as she stroked your hair.

"I know, sa'nu. But I prefer to think that there is still much to the rite of passage" you confided sighing

"You'll be a great Olo'eykte, you and Tul'pey will be the best guide for this clan" Your mother’s voice was so safe and kind, you could not help but nod as she combed your hair.

"What if… I’m not the best choice? Eywa has put me in front of all kinds of tests in recent weeks, maybe he doesn’t want me to-" Ikeyni stopped you, laughing softly.

"Ma 'ite, if the Great Mother has tested you and to temper your character and help you lead the clan when the day comes"

You sighed and nodded, letting her continue with the work she was doing on your hair. After a few hours your mother let you rise from the ground, your hair was loose and wavy, some red and white feathers that embellished the hairstyle that represented the tie with the wind and the colors of the clan, along with some beads embedded in two strands of the side that you had on your face, behind your head a soft bun that collected only a small amount of hair at the top of your head, and there, too, two feathers were wedged together, and they received the flower that Neteyam had given you. You weren’t happy with your mother’s choice to use that flower as a jewel, but she stood her ground until you found yourself accepting it. Some pearls decorated your forehead, along with small shells representing the bond with the sea. You wore your white loincloth which was narrower than the traditional one, as you wore a mesh-woven belt above which contained white feathers and shells; on the calves there were interlacements recalling the fantasy of the belt, while on the arms some bands with beads stuck; Your breast was covered by a shawl made of white mesh, while below there was a piece of cloth from which other pearls hung, also white. Your mother used the white and gray paint to draw tribal lines on your body, which she also did on her once ready and your father, reluctantly shed sent you to do the same to Neteyam, since she and your father had to finish some preparations for the celebration, to bring him the clothes that were created for the occasion.

You sighed heavily and then you shook your head and headed towards the hut of Neteyam, after all today had to be a day of forgiveness and happiness, for this you could not bend to your 'hatred' towards the boy Omatikaya. You knocked on the side of the tent, on the wooden part, before entering at the invitation of Neteyam who was behind, intent on settling some jewel that had entangled in his hair, swirled your eyes and silently leaned your clothes and paint on the table, looking at his back. When he finally turned, you turned your eyes to the side, looking at the objects on the table.

"My mother sent me to prepare you for the celebration." You said before you sit down and move some small items on the table to have more space. Neteyam looked at you with his mouth open, feeling his heart accelerate, before whispering "Ma Eywa…" to get your attention.

"Sit down, the ceremony will begin in about an hour, we have no time to waste" You said calmly, suppressing the sour and bitter tone because of the day dedicated to forgiveness and in Eywa, it would be disrespectful to behave as usual on a sacred day. Neteyam nodded in enchantment, before sitting in front of you and studying your face and clothing, not even finding the right words to start talking, which you regarded as a blessing.

You started putting paint on his arm, making a thicker gray line and a thinner white line, "You know why you never paint your own body?" You asked, as your eyes moved on the bowl of paint next to you, seeing the side of neteyam’s face squotersi in negative sign. " There are three main reasons. The first is because body painting is part of the Tsaheylu ritual, and you use paint to represent union in a couple, so it would be bad for you to do it yourself if you have a partner." You said as you dipped your fingers in the paint, starting to draw a new line just above the armpit that headed towards your chest "The second is because you paint your face yourself only if you go to war, doing it outside the scope of the war is like calling it to you. And this is the only time Eywa allows us to paint our own faces." Your eyes avoided looking at his face, but you could feel his look on yours, admiring you in silence just before you spoke." And the third?" He asked with a thread of voice, remaining firm in such a way as not to make you sort the drawings. " The third? This is the most detestable motivation. Because you have to let someone who cares about you do it: a family member, a friend, or your partner. It means that you trust them enough to let them touch you at every point of your body. It’s also a kind of bond you create." You sighed and then looked him in the eye, noticing that he was looking for eye contact. "I told you this only as a preamble. I’m not your friend, your family or your partner, I’m painting your body as the future Olo'eykte." You said, and then you focused on his chest, drawing a thick line from his shoulder to the center of his chest. " Just in case you found out in the future, just to set the record straight."

Neteyam nodded, never looking away from your face. You didn’t understand why but inside you hoped he would tell you if he already had a partner in his clan, but he didn’t argue with anything and that made you think that he probably didn’t have a partner yet, leaving you with doubt.

"Your paints are different from ours, we use green with white on these days." Neteyam said, breaking the silence between you two.

"White represents purity, the new birth, that’s why all the clans on this day basically use this tint. Clans and sub clans differ only on the second color, you have the green, representing the forest and nature that surrounds your clan. The Metkayina have the blue that recalls the water and the ocean. The Tayrangi have the gray that represents the wind and the sky. On this holy day you should have your skin painted green, not gray. And you should wear Omatikaya jewelry and items." Your voice was calm and serious as you spoke and finished the drawing on your chest.

"I am also part of this clan now…" He whispered, at that moment you had to hold back and mentally summon Eywa not to growl at him.

"No, you belong to the Omatikaya, you are their future Olo'eyktan, your loyalty is to your people, not to mine." You responded sharply, seeking again inner peace.

"I am faithful to my people, but I can be loyal to yours too…" he said, turning his face to the side, looking for a visual contact with you "…and to you." Your eyes darted over his face when he finished the sentence. Neteyam’s face was revealing sincerity and seriousness in what he had said.

Was this the confirmation that he didn’t have a partner? Your heart suddenly lightened and you couldn’t hide a little spontaneous smile. When you realized you were smiling, you quickly restored your face to a neautral state, but Neteyam had already seen it and bit the inside of your lip as he watched you.

"You have a beautiful smile, you should show it more often, Princess Tayrangi." He said sincerely, and then received a pinch from you.

"Silence." That’s all you could say before you dropped your hands down his sculpted abdomen and felt the contraction of her muscles against your fingers, which made you slightly swallow. You thought with all your heart about Tul'pey, the fact that he must have been the na'vi with your tribal designs, just not to think about the strong perfume of Neteyam that made you glum to the thought.

"You have to lower… the loincloth a bit…" You whispered, you had to finish the line at the level of his low pelvis, but it was slightly covered

"You do it, I don’t know how low you want it" he said with a smile, as his tongue licked one of the canines without ever taking his eyes off you, seeing you already slightly tense mantre lowered read while his loincloth. When you finish with the line you made him rise for convenience in painting.

"I need you to stand still now, the part of your legs is always the most problematic" You said kneeling at the level of his pelvis, as you began to draw lines on his thighs. Neteyam couldn’t help but think of you in the same position but while you were sucking his dick, after all you knelt down in front of a boy, so the thought of putting a hand in your hair and then pleasing himself with your soft mouth wasn’t that far away. He bit his lip and then took a deep breath, trying not to think about anything erotic, but your arched back like a cat’s did not help, let alone your fingers working the paint on his legs. Yeah, now he could see how problematic he could be, not so much for you as for him.

"I said stay still. You keep moving." You said sighing, as you finished the drawings on your thighs, blowing lightly on some paint that would be poured if not cooled down quickly. With that breath Neteyam had to look at the ceiling, asking, indeed, begging Eywa not to let him have 'bad surprises' between his legs.

Once you finished his legs, you got back on your feet, to finish the lines of your back, feeling how your touch caused chills to the boy, which made you bite your lip. You had added an extra line along his spine, only to see him slightly arch his back forward and contract his muscles. "Sit down and spread your legs so I can finish the face. Then I help you with the bandage and you can finish the rest yourself." The boy did as you told him and welcomed you between his legs, and even there, it was inevitable to think of a thousand scenes that could begin with you between his legs before you find yourself moaning and orgasming his name. Ironically, you’ve been having the same thoughts since you first touched his body today. You unbalanced yourself forward, making two lines on his cheeks, then making a line that started from the cupid’s arch and went down his throat to the central part where the collarbones were divided. You took an extra couple of seconds going down with your fingers to draw the line, her lips looked so fluffy when you passed the paint and you watered at the thought of savoring them. Even on these lines you had to blow to make them dry quickly because of the too liquid composition you had used on the finish. Neteyam took deep breaths that only made the situation worse, as now he had in his lungs and nostrils your sweet natural scent mixed with oils that you did not know were also subspecies of aphrodisiacs.

You broke away from him after a few seconds and you both got back on your feet. You gave him your back while you took the rolls of fine cloth that had been sent by Neteyam’s family for the occasion. The boy explored every part of your body; your back covered by small threads of net and pearls; your narrow waist and perfect hips that left so little to his imagination; your tail moving from side to side slowly, almost creating a hypnotic effect, He broke just to admire your legs and thighs with paint on them. He bent his head back taking a deep breath before seeing you as you approached him, beginning the bandage of his body, feeling how your fingers hesitated to touch his skin now. There was tension in the air, you didn’t understand if it was embarrassment, sexual tension or just blind and empty tension.

When you finished the bandage you walked away from him, showing him the various jewels that your mother had sent him just for the ceremony. " Put them on and then reach the village, soon the ceremonies will begin."

You came out of his hut, taking a deep breath, holding a hand to your chest as you walked, feeling how your heart had accelerated. You swallowed walking around troubled by this, only to feel two firm hands taking you from behind and flying in his direction. For a second you thought it was Neteyam, but it was only Tul'pey who saw you walking restlessly and stopped you.

"Ma Yawne, are you okay? I see you upset" said the boy, stroking your face and moving your hair behind your neck

"Oh? Yes, yes, I’m fine ma yawntutsyìp, I was just over-thinking" You smiled back to your future partner who looked at you lovingly, while one hand remained firm on your side.

"You’re beautiful today. I mean, you’re always beautiful but today more. I-I mean, you get prettier every day… you know. You’re gorgeous." He said, blushing slightly, while you laughed at the way he tried to compliment you without offending you.

"You too are beautiful" You answered gently before leaving a kiss on his cheek, while you put a hand on his arm, making him smile. For a second you wanted to forget about Neteyam, focusing on na'vi that one day would become your partner.

You walked to the village, squeezing yourself at Tul'pey’s arm, watching your clan preparing feasts, while some had already begun to seek forgiveness by apologizing. You smiled at your parents who had already begun the fooling and to dispense blessings and pardons to those who asked for them.

"One day that will be our place, I alongside the most beautiful and great Olo'eykte of all times. With all respect to your mother," Tul'pey said, taking your hand, kissing it. You smiled without answering, at other times you would have been happy with the sweet words of your partner, but there was something inside you that told you that it was wrong to be with him, that he was not meant for you. And in that moment of doubt, the person who gave them to you came along. Neteyam, as beautiful as the Sun after a blizzard, shining as not even pandora stars at night, perfect in his ceremony dresses. The girls of your clan had already approached as if they had never seen a na'vi before him, a little thrill of jealousy pinched your back. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to look away from him, calling yourself stupid.

You shouldn’t have seen him as a simple Na'vi, he and his family had brought so much pain to the clans, you shouldn’t forget about your sister’s sacrifice.

Tul'pey smiled at Neteyam, inviting him to approach you two. You wanted to scream so loud at that moment, it hadn't crossed your mind that Neteyam had become friends with everyone in the village, including your partner, who ironically had become his closest friend.

"Neteyam! Happy Day of Atonement. I hope that the distance from your family does not make you suffer this day" Tul'pey politely said, as he carried a hand to his forehead and then pointed at the boy in greeting, receiving a smile from Neteyam and the same sign.

"Nah, I miss my family, but I know they think of me and I do the same. After all, I’m going to have day of celebration with friends," Neteyam said, and then look at you, "And maybe get to know people who aren’t my friends." You rolled your eyes and squeezed at the arm of your companion, seeing how Neteyam’s eyes darted from your face to your hands wrapped around his friend’s arm.

"Haven’t you got to know y/n well yet? I thought she was your teacher," the boy said innocently and then received a murderous look from you, Neteyam smiled slightly, looking slightly irritated.

" Y/n, huh? No, we focused more on teaching and distance…" Neteyam tasted your name in her mouth, such a sweet name for such a demanding na'vi. Your name moved from his mouth to his mind, it sounded so good in his head.

"Distance?" Tul'pey asked, looking at you.

" Yes, I prefer not to bond with my students, it would be unprofessional" You said with clenched teeth, forcing a sweet smile. " I leave you two alone, I see that the girls are calling me" your voice was slightly sour, before giving a kiss on the cheek of your partner and throwing an annoyed look at Neteyam, making him smirk.

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Notes from the author:

I felt bad to leave the "cutest" outstanding point, so today I also release chapter III. Love me, thank you.

-Mel

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 3: TXT bias wrecker - Kai✨️

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AN: Honestly, my TXT bias list is a fucking mess right now but, I think Kai tentatively holds the position of bias wrecker (though Yeonjun has been yelling in my ear lately). Also, it's completely by accident that my two most recent TXT fics are porn genre/trope related lol. However, I had a lot of fun writing this and my Soobin fic so, maybe I'll explore more tropes, clichés etc with different idols in future fics.

Synopsis: Kai hates his job, but he needs to pay rent. However, when a ridiculously pretty woman can't pay him and offers up another form of payment, maybe it isn't all bad.

Heads up: Huening Kai x Fem! Reader, Pizza delivery man! Kai, strangers to strangers who fuck, the plot is virtually nonexistent, porn logic applies here, implied power dynamics (more dominant Reader and more submissive Kai), praise kink (m. receiving), hints of a size kink, oral sex (m. receiving), Reader touches herself while sucking Kai off, unprotected piv sex, nipple play (f. receiving) and creampie.

Word count: 3199

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

Today sucks. It's been hot as hell the entire day, two customers gave him shit for their orders being wrong and he got a text from his roommate that their shower broke. Again. Kai is at his wit's end.

He slams the door of the delivery car harder than strictly necessary but, he can't bring himself to even pretend to care right now. To say his day has been terrible would be a gross understatement. Luckily, he only had an hour left of his shift, and then he would be a free man. That's the single thought that pushes him forward. He can do this. Just one more hour.

He's about to knock on the door of his current delivery address again before it swings open. His words die on his tongue when he takes in the very attractive woman mere centimetres away from him with a robe that leaves very little to his imagination.

"Hi! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer. I just hopped out of the shower. Just give me a minute and I'll go get my purse," You're gone before he can utter anything in response. Images of what he thinks you look like in the shower flood his mind without much prompting. He needs to get it together. He's a grown man. He shouldn't be getting hard just from fantasising about a stranger taking a shower. Especially not when he's fucking working.

"Oh shoot, I don't have any cash on me. Do you accept card by any chance?" You ask once you return, your head titling in a way that Kai finds far too endearing.

"Um no, Miss. Sorry," he tries not to visibly cringe at the shakiness evident in his voice.

"Damn. I don't know how else I could pay you," you ponder loud, crossing your arms. Which makes him panic because the motion just causes your tits to be even more visible through your poor excuse for a robe.

He's not sure if he's just that obvious or, you have knack for these situations but, you notice him looking. He really doesn't mean to. He just can't help it. Who could really blame him? They were right there.

Before he can't comprehend what's happening, you're in his personal bubble. Eyes that were warm and welcoming moments ago now light up with knowing amusement. Kai swallows.

"Well, I could always pay you another way if you'd like," you trail off.

Now, Kai may not be the best at reading these kinds of situations, but it's clear as day what you're offering.

He knows this is probably incredibly unethical. He knows he shouldn't even be considering what you're so blatantly suggesting, but you are pretty. He'd be lying to himself if he thought otherwise. Plus, it's been longer than he cares to admit since he's gotten any action, and here you are, offering yourself up to him willingly.

He'd be an idiot to say no.

"Okay," he whispers, and he's caught completely off guard when you practically launch yourself at him. Eager hands winding into his hair and soft lips pressing against his. Blood rushes south so quickly that it leaves him completely disoriented. Trying his best to meet your enthusiastic kisses before he realises he's still holding your pizza like an absolute buffoon.

"Hey, s-sorry. Can I put this down somewhere?" He cringes at himself, hoping his awkward interruption hadn't completely obliterated the mood.

"Oh right, sorry. I got a little carried away there," you respond with sheepish laugh, "You can just put it on the table over there."

Once his hands are free and, to his relief, you still want to continue, he hesitantly rests them on your hips. Losing himself in your expert kisses once more and groaning against you when you experimentally tug on his hair. Blood rushing to his face when he feels you smile against his lips at that.

His brain stops functioning all together when you press yourself closer to him. Soft tits against his broad chest, your arms wrapped firmly around his neck, and your stomach flush against his quickly growing erection. He can feel so much of you all at once, and it's not helping his already delicate resolve.

"You can touch me, you know," you say once you two remember that you need to breathe. Your eyes already heavy with such blatant want that it's honestly doing fantastic things for Kai's ego.

"I did-didn't want to go too far or make you uncomfortable,"

Your giggle is like music to his ears, "Considering that I'm going to let you fuck me, I think you're fine. That's very cute, though. Thanks for thinking about my comfort."

He's not sure if his cock twitches because you so casually mentioned letting him fuck you or because you called him cute but, either way, he takes your go ahead. Large hands grabbing generous handfuls of your ass and tits, respectively. Mind already growing foggy from how soft you feel and the kisses and nips you press to his jaw.

"You're so broad," he hears you mutter softly against his neck, shudders running down his spine from the sensation. He's sure his face is flushed from your words. No one's ever called him broad in this kind of situation, and from the way his head spins, he may be learning some things about himself today.

"Th-thank you," he stutters out, not entirely sure what to say in response and still trying to make sense of this realisation as your hands greedily run along his shoulders.

"You're too fucking cute," you groan, weaving one of your hands back into his hair and tugging him down into a messy kiss. At this point, Kai is more than happy to let you do whatever you want with him. Though, he supposes, it should be the other way around given the...circumstance he finds himself in.

He gasps into your mouth, fingers biting into your skin, when you palm him over his jeans. He's already so hard, and every bit of friction you allow him makes his knees buckle.

His grip on you tightens without much thought from him when you lavish his throat with licks and open-mouthed kisses once more. Your smaller hands toying with the belt of his jeans. Not quite seriously trying to unbuckle it, but just the brushes of your fingers so close to where his aching for you makes him feel dazed.

"Please," he whines, desire and embarrassment coiling tightly in his gut.

"Please what?" You ask, a mischievous gleam in your previously warm eyes. Fingers pushing up his shirt to trace nonsensical patterns on his abdomen. Kai thinks he's either going to scream or cry.

"Plea-please touch me," he whispers, trying his utmost not to grind himself into your hand.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," before he can blink, you're on your knees in front of him. Skillfully unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

"He-Hey, you don't ha-have to do that," he says quickly, piecing together through the fog of his mind what you're planning.

"I thought you wanted me to touch you?" You ask coyly and, fuck if the sight of you staring up at him with faux confused innocence doesn't make his cock twitch.

"I- yes, I do but, I didn't- you don't have to y'know if you don't want to,"

"What makes you think I don't want to?"

Oh. You've got a point there, he concedes.

"You should relax, cutie. I'm not doing anything I don't want to," Kai hates the way his cock jumps at the wink you have the audacity to send him while tugging down his boxers and jeans.

Relief fills him when he's finally free from the increasingly restrictive confines of his bottoms, but it's fast replaced with anxiety when you just...stare at him.

God, do you think it's ugly? Is it too small? Is it curved weird? Fuck, what if you-

"So pretty," he hears you barely whisper, lidded eyes becoming glossy as you wrap, or rather attempt to wrap, your hand around him. Between the compliment that leaves him completely blindsided and the slight pressure your hand provides, he can't help the whine that bubbles out of him and the jolt of his hips into your soft hold.

Kai feels his vision blur for a second when you take your first tentative lick of him. Pretty pink tongue curiously dragging along the underside of the head of his cock. That mischievous gleam is still present in your eye, and before his brain can catch up to what's happening, he finds himself enveloped in your warm, wet mouth.

His hands weave themselves into your hair instinctively. A broken, bordering on embarrassing, moan falling from his lips when he feels your throat constrict around him. Your hand stroking everything you can't fit in that sinful mouth of yours. He thought the feeling alone would drive him to madness, but the sounds of you gagging on him sends shudders down his spine. Hips shallowly fucking you as not to overwhelm you.

However, given how eagerly your choking on his dick, he doubts he could overwhelm you even if he tried.

He cracks his eyes open with much effort and immediately regrets the decision. Your pretty face is streaked with stray tears, and the combination of your spit and his pre-cum dribbles down your chin. If that wasn't bad enough already, he notices your unoccupied hand disappear between your thighs. His muddled mind taking longer than he cared to admit to understand what you're doing.

Holy fuck, are you touching yourself right now? Is this even real? Based on the circular motions he notices your hand making and moans that are being muffled by his dick down your throat, that pretty much confirms his suspicions.

"Wait shit fuck, st-stop," he stutters out, large hands gently tugging you off of his length before he makes a fool of himself and cums in your mouth.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, looking up at him. Fuck. He can barely look at you right now. Face smeared with tears, spit and his pre-cum. Your eyes a combination of concern and still barely restrained desire. He just hopes you don't notice his cock twitch then.

"Yeah, I just- I was close,"

Warmth floods his face when a smug grin spreads across your face.

"Oh? Why stop then? I'd gladly swallow anything you're willing to give me,"

Kai closes his eyes in an attempt to collect himself momentarily. Which turns out to be a terrible idea because his mind unhelpfully supplies images of his cum streaked across your face and your tongue. God.

"I'd rather cum somewhere else,"

He tries not to feel too proud of himself at the stunned look that crosses your pretty face. It feels good to leave you a little off kilter for once.

You laugh a little breathlessly as you make your way onto unsteady feet, "So you do know how to talk." He resents the way he flushes at your teasing.

His response dies on his tongue when you gently shove him back. He lands on your couch with a soft thud, looking up at you in question only to feel his tongue turn to lead in his mouth and his cock jump against his abdomen.

You shrug off your robe. Exposing your completely nude form to Kai and, he drinks you in. Taking in your breasts and the way they jiggle with every minute bit of movement from you, the slopes of your waist and hips until eventually he zeros in on your slick upper thighs. His blood turns molten. He can't quite see your pussy as clearly as he'd like to but, the streaks of wetness he can see on your thighs makes his head spin.

"You're staring," you tease, strutting over to him. He's not sure if the sway in your hips is just for him or not, but he couldn't care less. He's mesmerised.

"I can't help it. You're beautiful,"

You stop between his legs, and for a moment, he's terrified he went too far. Was calling you beautiful too much? God, why can he never get his foot out of his fucking mout-

He's pulled out of his anxious spiral by your smaller hands cupping his face. You smile at him and proceed to kiss him softly. Your thumb caressing his jaw as he finds himself lost in you once again.

"Thank you, cutie. You're really sweet," you mutter against his mouth, making yourself comfortable in his lap. Any line of thinking Kai had going is swiftly drop kicked out of his mind when he feels your pussy glide over his cock. Based on the way your hands fly to his broad shoulders and the little gasp that leaves you, he's not the only one affected.

He thinks he might lose his mind if you don't sink down on him immediately.

"Please," he whimpers, his hands making themselves at home on your hips.

"Since you asked so n-nicely," you respond with a devious smile. His heart rate continues to tick up when your hand grasps him and lines him up with your entrance.

Kai knows he's in trouble as soon as you begin to sink down onto him. His vision blurring slightly, and his hold on you quickly becoming bruising just from his tip being enveloped by your scorching, slick walls. The little strained whimpers and moans that slip from your lips only making it all worse.

It takes everything in him not to just shove you down onto him or snap his hips up until he's fully inside of you. However, he's not so far gone in his lust that he can't see that hints of discomfort on your pretty face. He pulls you down into a kiss in the hopes of providing some form of distraction. Long fingers reaching between your soft thighs, and he can't help that small smile that finds its way onto his face when you gasp into his mouth and clench around him.

He experiments with various speeds and patterns until he finds the one that cause you to moan into him and, more of your wetness to gush down his cock. "You're taking me so well," he mutters, half-delirious from how otherworldly you feel, and he isn't even fully inside of you yet.

He isn't prepared for you to so suddenly take him all at once. Needy hands tugging on his hair and watery cries of pleasure pressed into his mouth. Kai, for his part, his just trying not to cum from all of the unexpected sensations assaulting him at once. His fingers biting into the skin of your thighs as he fights to regain his composure. Closing his eyes and kissing you back to the best of his abilities while his cock throbs inside of your velvety walls. He's so fucked.

If anyone asks, he definitely doesn't whimper when you start to move. He definitely doesn't leave indents of his fingers on your skin from how tightly he's holding onto you. He definitely doesn't keep his eyes shut just so he doesn't cum in an instant from watching how your face contorts in pleasure for him, how your tits bounce and how your unreal pussy splits open to take him. Definitely not.

His attempt at concentration is disrupted when his ears catch a strangled cry from you, and you clamp down harshly around him. He cracks his eyes open and immediately wishes he hadn't.

The light from the setting sun hits you beautifully. Forming a halo around you as you continue to ride him. Your nimble fingers toying with your nipples and, based on the whines that fall from your devious mouth, they're pretty sensitive. He can't help the way his hips jolt up into at the vision you provide. Yeonjun had always teased him for being a bit of a romantic.

Instinct guides him. His arms coming to wrap around your waist as he fucks up into you. He wouldn't be shocked to find out his eyes had crossed from the depth this angle allows him. Eager mouth latching onto one of your tempting nipples. Groaning into your skin with every lick and suck and tug of the sensitive bud. Unadulterated lust guiding him all the way.

The symphony of skin slapping against skin and your wanton cries fill the space of your living room. Your hands are restless. Not quite sure if you want to tug on his hair or steady yourself on his broad shoulders. "So good. So de-deep," he manages to catch you whine, bordering on pathetic and that just motivates him to fuck you harder. Keeping you in place with his firm grip so you have no choice but to take all of him.

Between the way you tighten and spasm around him and the increasing pitch of your moans, Kai isn't sure how much longer he can last. Teeth nearly sinking into the flesh of your tits with how wound up he is and large hands drifting downwards to grab generous handfuls of your ass.

"I-I think I'm go-gonna cum," he moans out, "Sh-should I pu-pull out?"

Your hands move to cup his face so quickly that his foggy brain takes a few moments too long to even register it. Nails biting into his cheeks and your eyes blazing as they bore into his, "Don't you dare."

Kai couldn't have stopped himself from unravelling even if he wanted to.

He's practically crushes you to his larger frame while he remains completely sheathed inside of you. Ropes and ropes of his cum painting your walls white as he moans loudly, his chest heaving and flushed with exertion.

His disoriented eyes find your frenzied ones once he's able to crack them open. Your mouth shaped in a silent O and, it only hits him when he feels you clench harshly around his softening cock and more of your wetness gushes out of you of that you're cumming. The sting in his scalp is worth it as he takes in the way you fall to pieces on top of him. Eyes fluttering shut and your body convulsing. He tries his best to soothe you through it. Pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder. Large hands rubbing your thighs gently.

He rests against your couch when you eventually sag against him. Laboured breaths hitting the skin of his neck where you've made yourself comfortable. A combination of your releases beginning to trickle out of you and, down his spent cock and balls.

The silence is more comfortable than he anticipates. Neither of you feeling the need to fill it while you gain your bearings.

A thought hits Kai, and he panics. Feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the face of the Earth.

"What's wrong?" You mutter, fingers absentmindedly toying with the ends of his hair.

"I never asked you for your name,"

Your giggle could easily be mistaken for windchimes, "Oh, is that all? It's Y/n. What's yours?"

"It-it's Kai."

"It's nice to be properly introduced to you, Kai," you respond with a dizzying smile.

Yeah, maybe today isn't all bad after all.

[turnstechgodhead]

Le sign... speaking of the server,

dirk is encouraging me to be more firm on my own thoughts for my comfort

i've seen ppl talk about it in stream a lil which im always like I Don't Care when it pops up but i've had Enough and i want to talk about the topic bc it's itching at my brain follicles.

since we're pretty strider-oriented, this had to happen at some point: strider cest/strilonde cest/in cest wont be allowed in the main server. if other people don't care, i might make a separate server.

-"hey why is that ^ something you would allow? pretty insane." / "are you a pro shipper then??"

no

"so you're an anti?"

also no

i dislike this argument as a whole bc i don't 'get it' i guess because im audhd. neither side is fully correct nor fully wrong.

"fiction affects reality." and "fiction is not reality." are two different thought processes that can and should coexist in the same space.

look. fiction can affect reality, but it IS also possible to separate from it. you can para or whatever responsibly. tag it. try to make sure people who don't want to see it don't have to see it. and if minors are getting sent your shit, make sure its clear that this should NOT be happening in reality. if you're a child, keep that shit blocked. it's NOT for you and you should not be actively consuming it. (please listen to this advice bc i grew up on the internet barely supervised, from a very unhealthily early age [7-8] and then developed into a fucked up hypersexual.) (seeing something fucked up and being like AUGH my eyes! is normal because that just. happens. thats life. you deal with it afterwards in some way. talking to someone you trust etc. you do not go back for more i am begging.) (if someone is showing you these things on purpose then please read this website all the way through for me ok?)

you should not be looking at an adult exploring/enjoying fucked up shit

videogames are not going to make you or me more violent by having violence, gore, and murder in them. but videogames DO make some people violent. those people should not have access to these things. but we (you and i) cannot control that beyond making sure content is labelled and set aside. i like playing games where i assassinate people. i am not an assassin. someone could play the same game and get terrible ideas they act on. this is not my fault for playing the game.

and, if you're an adult who likes fucked up shit (me too) tag your shit or have it listed somewhere on your about that it's something you post about frequently there. and maybe reiterate that it's not real. its just toys. and should never be followed irl. yeah, it fuckin sucks that we gotta do this shit, but kids are unfortunately on the internet, with the inability to differentiate grey from black and white. your shit might be the first exposure. which sucks!! so it's our responsibility to try and mitigate harm on both sides unfortunately until we can convince parents to start parenting their children again. which sucks. i just wanna post shit in peace but the buzzing around from very loud teenagers makes me anxious. i get it.

it fucking sucks!!! but we can't control other people, especially if theyre malicious

but you control what YOU see on the internet. block anyone. (i blocked someone back in the day for disliking johndave. be free.) and help people do that (control what they see) by making it very clear. you aren't evil for not wanting to see it, and other people aren't evil for enjoying fucked up content.

also some of yall on BOTH SIDES do some truly vile shit in the name of this argument when your energy could be spent elsewhere doing shit you like or even doing things that are actually. Helpful.

so i don't like either label i dont want to be associated with either of the sides but if you want to call me one or the other then . Whatever i guess? thats your business, not mine. just know you are not a failure or a freak for not constantly reinforcing and reassuring everyone that you think adults doing their own thing in fictional spaces with little toy dolls (that theyve been doing since the 70s-80s) is gross. you can just think that like. in general and look away because the dolls are dolls. but don't go posting doll horn-knees untagged. that's rude as fuck.

[tuliptired]

Hiii!!! I love your fics sm ahhdhsbsb 🤭🤭🤭

Can I request a Ray or Egon one-shot with a GN or male rockstar reader? It could be present time or college days, I think them having a bit of gay panic would be fun, have a good day!!

Warrior in Woolworths

Pairing: Ray Stantz/Rockstar!Male!Reader

Warnings: Minor violence/blood

Shoutout to the Ray fans out there I salute you all

Better formatting on Ao3!! (italics and such)

 Ray pulled his trusty leather jacket closer to himself, hands in his pockets when a chill ran through the dark street. If he was going to this thing, he was gonna look the part.

He was given two tickets to a concert held in a venue he just couldn’t find. They were a gift- given to him by the short redheaded girl in his advanced algebra class for bringing all her work when she was stuck with tonsillitis.

“Gee, thanks!” Ray took the two slips of paper from her in the empty hallway. He pursed his lips, willing to take a chance. “Would you like to come with me?”

Her smile weakened. “I’m sorry. My boyfriend wouldn’t want me to.”

That crossed one person off the list, at least. In the moment, he wasn’t really trying to insinuate any sort of date. Back in high school, most of his friends were girls, and they loved live music. Their moms would get tons of pictures before they left and thank him for being such a good friend. College was surely complicating things.

He would’ve asked his sister, or one of his cousins, but they had their own things going on. Besides, the name of this band seemed a bit too extreme for his Aerosmith family. Where was this place, anyway? He’d circled the block at least twice, and the little part of New York felt more like a place where good kids whose parents paid for tuition shouldn’t be strolling around.

He had his friends- they were guys. Apparently guys were the ones to invite to concerts. But Peter wanted to have an early night. Which corner store did he have to solicit to get directions around here? Egon was a laughable option. Ray finally stopped his aimless wandering when a few kids in denim ran down the street, skipping down some steps and into the basement of a dimly lit dive.

Ray followed, the excitement and body heat of the minuscule hall spilling out when he opened the door, squeezing through and trying to hand a ticket to someone he assumed was supposed to handle them, though he was slumped back on a stool, smoke surrounded him. Ray just slipped the paper into a cardboard box filled with others, suddenly anxious at how packed it was. Even more smoke hazed up the air, floating up to a skylight and dancing above the heads of those who chose to hang off a balcony that wrapped around the room. He found himself imagining what this place used to be, velvety red remnants of what was once a hidden and cozy Italian place or even a comedy club covered up by large stage lights, posters, and spray paint.

Your little group made it out amidst screaming. Lots of screaming, so loud that the uproar alone shook his shabby barstool from the ground up. It was dark, the only things visible above countless people were the silhouettes of instruments and their attached handlers.

No introduction, no opener, just pure noise. Even bigger than the screaming, bass and bass drum fighting for capital over the space. Guitars cut through everything like a laser, sharp and clear. Everyone was going absolutely insane, and Ray just needed a second- just a second to pick apart sound and voices and words. 

The first song was over as soon as it started, a commotion of applause around him. The lights finally came up, ever so slightly, and he was starting to understand the hype. 

There you were, guitar around your shoulders and gripping a microphone like your life depended on it. You looked like you’d gone mad, in chunky boots and reflective leather.

“I’m pissed,” your voice rang out into the mic, and you were greeted with cheers across the board. When those died down, you started again. “People are trying to change what we do. They’re trying to make it something it’s not.”

You really knew how to get a crowd going. And maybe the butterflies in his stomach coming out of their cocoons- you sounded nothing like he expected. “Rock isn’t digestible. It isn’t a commodity. It’s dirty, it’s improper, it’s starved.”

The next song started after that. Harder, more aggressive, but more vocals than anything. You sang even better than you sounded. Ray could feel his bones rattling, hair sticking up on every part of his body as your fingers glided across your guitar. You played even better than you sang.

He stopped keeping track, at some point just feeling like pure energy. He was in a vacuum while the drummer hit the snare, a raging and vibrating vacuum. But it was far from unpleasant. This was a room full of people who had been wronged, downtrodden, ignored, and this was their release, musical or otherwise. Someone brought out a saxophone, something he could appreciate as a fellow woodwind. It helped that the frontman- frontperson? Was pretty damn good at what they did.

There was a slower song, sardonic and dark, where you were practically having relations with the microphone stand. Everything about you was teeming with a gnarly power, and Ray couldn’t even make out your features. Only the shine of white light bouncing off your clothes and accessories. You kept playing guitar like it’d kill you otherwise, and it all made him incredibly flustered. He clutched his hand over his heart. He wanted you bad, and he couldn’t even tell if you were a girl or not.

Ray wished it would never end, feeling the adolescent indignance and passion flow through him like it was intravenous. But, all good things had an expiration, and your band was backstage not long after midnight. He felt he’d be imposing if he mingled among the revolutionaries, but he needed to walk a bit, before he got too excited and tried to hit something.

When Ray found his car the next street over, he could barely get off the sidewalk when a police officer blew into his whistle.

“How long have you been parked here?” The man had his hands on his hips.

Ray blinked. “About an hour or three. Is that a problem?” The officer pointed up to a sign, which read that parking had been restricted here for most of the night.

He pulled out a pad of paper, muttering about “college kids” and “no one listens”, when Ray’s pulse quickened, clammy hands rubbing the nape of his neck. He’s never gotten a ticket before- whether that was because he was a good driver or conveniently avoided the cops was beside it all. There’s no way he had the money to pay for it, and no way he’d wanna bother his parents for it. How much were tickets, anyway? 

“What’re you doing?” An unfamiliar voice sounded from down the sidewalk, somewhat hidden in darkness.

The officer squinted and went back to scribbling out the fine. “Mind your own business and go home,” he shouted back.

“You can’t give him a ticket, I know that guy!”

He looked between Ray and the stranger, pen in hand. “You know this guy?”

“Duh.” There was a second of silence. “That’s Steve.”

The policeman stared at Ray like he was a felon, and Ray stared back just as dumbly. He’d go along with anything, if it kept his record clean. He stuffed his things back in his blue shirt pocket, stalking off slowly and continuing to talk of “damned punks” and “too old for night patrol.”

Ray stood under the orange street lamps, dumbfounded with his back against the passenger door. His wallet’s savior emerged from the shadows, and his breath hitched when he got a better look. You were the one on stage! With the guitar and the voice and a lot of dark stuff under your eyes. Crazy hair, at least to his understanding. You don’t see more than 5-6 different styles at an Ivy. Chains and rips on taut black leather- you definitely don’t see that at an Ivy. You had your jacket tied around square hips, exposing arms and shoulders with discreet tattoos. Self-done, perhaps? Regardless, that was NYU behavior, not Columbia. And you weren’t a girl. Should he still want you?

“I don’t think your name is really Steve.” 

His mouth opened and closed while he tried to remember English. “No. No, it’s Raymond.” He cringed inside. Why use the objectively lamer version of his name? He’s embarrassing himself in front of the funky rockstar. “Ray,” he corrected.

And the funky rockstar smiled at him. “You gotta fight back, Ray. Don’t let them take your $2.”

“You lied to a policeman over $2?” Ray questioned some of the virtues he’d been raised on.

You shrugged. “Money is money. You shouldn’t get hassled for parking on the street.” Huh. He’d never thought of it that way. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Enjoy getting a ticket?”

“No, dude, the show.” 

Oh yeah- he was at a concert for a super awesome band and their frontman, as he just found out, just covered for him. “Yeah, it was great.” It was more than great, dummy. It was electric, exhilarating, galvanizing, bewildering. “It was really, really great.”

Ray felt a tinge self conscious as you watched him, unblinking, fearing he had offended you somehow. “You don’t go to these things often.”

He nodded, guard dropping a bit. “What gave it away?”

You pointed out the clunky glasses tucked into the pocket of his shirt. “My mom said I should bring them wherever I go,” Ray laughed bashfully, pulling them out and sliding them into his dark jeans. 

He felt proud at making you snicker. “It’s cool. Half my bandmates wear contacts.”

“Where are they, anyway?” Ray realized you were out and about without them. He was probably holding you up from something. 

“They’re around here, somewhere. We’ll run into each other eventually.” Your attention shifted to his Camaro, running a hand over the paintjob. “Your car’s awesome, man.”

He already knew that, but the confirmation was nice. “Really? It still needs work.”

“Can’t even tell,” you peered into the passenger side window, “I’ve only seen these when they’ve been stolen.”

Ray didn’t wanna just leave you here, if that was true- even though you seemed more than capable of fighting off a few muggers. Perhaps he just wanted more time with the cool musician. “Wanna take a drive?” he ran a thumb over the back of his own knuckles. “See if we can find your friends?”

Ray went to a concert, alone, got a parking violation, and there’s a really peculiar guitarist sitting in his passenger seat, Doc Martens on his dashboard. And he couldn’t even bring himself to care about your shoes scuffing the interior fabric. 

“Where’re you looking to go?” He took note of how empty the city street seemed, the only light coming from lamp posts and 24-hour shops and restaurants, occasionally poking out of home curtains.

“Wherever you’re willing to take me.” Ray swallowed, bringing the car to life as you sat back, hands behind your head. He hadn’t been with many girls romantically, but they’d never been so comfortable so soon- not even his other male friends, let alone a stranger. A very alluring stranger.

You turned your head to face him casually. “No one gave you shit, right?”

He drove slower than you should on a residential road. “I don’t think so. I was at the bar the whole night.”

“Good.” Your belts and chains made clinking sounds as you crossed one ankle over the other. “The bar’s no fun. Find the guy messing with the speakers and tell him you know the color of my underwear, that’ll get you up close.”

“I’m not sure my guess will be correct.”

“It’s always green on show nights, I can show you-” Ray struggled to keep his eyes on the turn he was making when you shimmied up, thumbs in the hem of your pants.

“I believe you,” he successfully got onto another street without veering onto the sidewalk. “When’s your next show?”

Ray had a small grin as you slumped back down. “Not for a crazy long time. Not here, at least.” That news sucked. He should hassle you for a phone number, if that wasn’t too bold. So you could be pen-pals, obviously. “We’re friends, right?”

He kept driving, not entirely sure of where he was going and scared he’d instinctively take the route back to his dorm, but at ease at the feeling of rolling rubber on asphalt. “In all of 10 minutes.”

Your laughter filled his car. “If- when we find them. We usually bounce around a few more shows, drink some, crash somewhere for the night. Wanna come with?”

Ray would’ve leapt at the opportunity to have the night with his new friend, but his old friend needed him. Peter went to bed early to be rested to see his dad the next afternoon. He wanted Ray there as a buffer, in case his day at home was as grating as he expected it to be. “I’m sorry, I promised my friend I’d go out with him in the morning.” he frowned, seeing that it was already past his bedtime.

He’d like to think you were a bit disappointed. “No problem,” you pulled out two little white things, “the least I could do is treat you to a smoke.”

The car slowed at a fairly useless stoplight in the desolate intersection. You lit his own before he lifted it to his lips, but the one in between your fingers refused to ignite next to the sparking lighter. “Outta fuel,” you uttered.

Before Ray could finish gazing down at the center console for his own, your calloused palms held onto either side of his jaw, pressing your unlit cigarette to his ablaze one. It was so close to a kiss that he found himself wondering where to put his hands, one gripping the steering wheel and the other the firm shoulder of the seat next to him. Which was stupid, because kisses were reserved for his mother’s cheek. And girlfriends who called him Raymond and kissed him at the door but never ended up calling again. And girl friends who called him Stantz and only kissed him at the door to get their moms off their backs.

You definitely weren’t his mom, or a girlfriend, or even a girl friend, and Ray felt himself wishing, deep down and with sweaty palms, that there weren’t two rolled partitions between you both. Something about your presence made him want to let go of the engineering department, cutting the lights during the day to save energy, always having his glasses in case of an emergency. The casualness in which your fingers framed his face while the embers burned from one end to the other made him wanna be something dirty, improper, and starved.

Someone appeared behind them, probably waiting a while, and mashed their horn impatiently. Ray remembered that he was behind the wheel, green light reflecting into the car when he hastily pulsed the gas. His father would be incredibly disappointed with his son- nearly sullying his record (for $2), letting a stranger dig their heels into his leatherwork, smoking. Pretty much half his extended family smoked, they just managed to hide it from each other. The shame was still there. Blowing nicotine inches away from the face of another man when you had a duty to everyone else on the road. Dirty, improper, starved.

The car rumbled along. Ray wouldn’t call himself innocent or inexperienced. 6-foot-something and pretty solid, he drank, cursed, had to shave every so often, got into plenty of trouble. It just didn’t seem like your kind of trouble. But was that always a bad thing? 

You had your nose pressed to the glass of the window, suddenly taken by something outside. “Pull over real quick! You’ve gotta try this one place.”

He did as you said, parking in the white glow of a Chinese spot, following you in after you took a final drag, crushing the tobacco under your heel. “I’m telling you- instant hangover cure.” you held the door open, jacket now back over your shoulders.

“You’re hungover?” Ray questioned, eyes adjusting to the bright ambiance. It was a smaller place, not unlike any other takeout spot in the city, void of customers at the late hour.

 “Not yet,” you smirked over your shoulder. Ray watched timidly as your hand slid a few wrapped, green candies to a girl sitting behind the counter. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

The girl, who probably should be in bed, fought you quietly in Cantonese, and you simply apologized. “Alright, I’m sorry. Two of the usual. Oh, and two beers. Please.”

Ray took the liberty of grabbing two frosty bottles from the freezer, not missing how the girl disappeared up the steps into her house, rather than the restaurant’s kitchen. “How much?” he asked over your shoulder.

You shook your head fervently. “Doesn’t cost anything.”

“You’re stealing?” he whispered harshly.

“No!” you whispered just as intensely. “They never make me pay.”

“Oh,” Ray dropped his defenses, following you to a round table in the middle of the square floor, “how come?”

You leaned back in your seat, wooden legs an inch or two off the ground. “Some guys tried to rob the owner. I stopped ‘em, watched the store a few nights, and now she lets me eat for free.” Ray’s eyes just short of popped out his head when you lifted the hem of your shirt over a bit of your abdomen. “It’s how I got this.”

There was a dark, running scar close to your ribs. “How- why- are you okay?” He fretted, astounded at your laissez faire attitude.

“It’s fine, it’s old. I knew he had a shiv.” you slung your arm over the back of the chair, having opened your beer.

“You knew, and you still spat with them?” He could imagine you in a narrow bathroom, attempting to stitch yourself up. “That’s…brave,” he couldn’t lie.

You leaned forward, opening his drink for him. “Just community. She made sure everyone was fed at night, anyway.” 

“That’s your movement,” Ray ran a finger up and down the damp glass, “isn’t it?” Getting shanked in the dark to keep a small business safe was definitely the unseen side of the subculture you subscribed to. 

He watched as your eyes lit up with the same passion you had on that stage. “Yeah! Community, safety, liberation- can’t survive if we’re all taking from each other. It’s why I make music.” Ray smiled at your selflessness. Handsome and heroic, in a roguish way. He was wrong. He still wanted you, bad. 

“You’d be a hot drummer.” That certainly caught him off guard, almost sending alcohol flying out his nose. 

Ray put a hand to a dry nostril, just in case. “What?”

“I mean it,” you bent at the waist over the table. “Little hairspray,” you mussed his growing hair, “little eye-gunk, tighten the shirt, shoulder tat- you’d be perfect.”

“You’re just saying that,” Ray sat obediently as you tried to dry-style him. He’d let you do that all night, if you felt like it.

An older woman, probably the owner, came down the steps, carrying two bowls in pink pajamas. You sat back, leaving his hair a mess when you rubbed your hands together in excitement. “Thank you, Mrs. Tsang.” you passed him a set of chopsticks. “You’re not ready for this.”

“Where to next?” You asked Ray, stepping out onto the sidewalk.

“Wherever you want,” he tried his best to etch your image into his long-term memory before you both ran into some guys.

Tall, big, guys, managing to tower over you both, each in more leather than you had in your closet. You didn’t look as scared as Ray felt, his knees threatening to buckle, as you just held onto a plastic bag holding the remains of your dinner. “Were we in your way?”

“The old lady around?” the biggest one grunted, getting awfully close.

You stood, unfazed. “Yeah, and I am too.”

He jabbed his finger into your chest, barely far from nose to nose. “You wanna get cut again?”

“Barely felt it last time.”

The drop of sweat on Ray’s forehead hardly had a moment to roll down before a fist flew to the middle of your face, a grotesque sound ricocheting off the walls of the empty street. The gang of strangers, once they saw you were sufficiently hurt, bolted into the night, Mrs. Tsang appearing in the window of her establishment.

“Are you okay?” Ray panicked, helping you steady yourself inside, collecting your gushing blood in your cupped hands, ignoring your complaints about how he made you drop your noodles. His heartbeat raced as a few drips got onto his shirt, feeling even more disoriented when the owner said a few things in another language.

“Bathroom,” you pointed a red finger down a hallway near the steps. Ray got the door open, and you woozily sat on the sink, body weight leaning away from the mirror at your back. “Aid kit in the cabinet.”

You were right, and it was sitting next to a half full bottle of liquor. He slowly pried your hands from your nose, bracing himself. “Let me see,” he coaxed you, cringing at the air you hissed out through your teeth.

It wasn’t all bad, Ray could tell that underneath all the blood was just a little discoloration and a deep gash. “At least it’s not broken,” he said shakily, ducking behind you to let some cold water run over a towel he found in the little white box.

“Another point for me,” you managed to get out through pained groans, blood trickling into your mouth. 

Ray tried to remember his boy scout training, bringing himself to wipe away some of the drying nastiness from your face. “This happens often?”

He scarcely touched you when you recoiled in pain. “Why d��you think they kept this stuff in here?” you attempted a weak smile.

This wasn’t gonna get done without some outside help. He grabbed the bottle by the neck, passing it to you, hands on his hips as you pretty much emptied the entire thing. Ray resumed, and the gentleness of the cool cloth, combined with the alcohol, seemed to relax you. “You’re pretty dauntless.” he stood in between your legs.

You hummed lazily- apparently a pretty crazy lightweight, at least when you were losing liters. “Someone has to be.”

When all the reddish brown was gone, Ray inspected that wound. It was fairly deep for a punch, still red and open to the air. Stitches, this needed stitches. “You’re gonna hate me for this,” he frowned, plucking a suture from the sterile container.

“I’d never,” you half-slurred, though you swallow at the sight of the barb.

Ray was halfway done, stuffing his fear and channeling a camp counselor as he brought the thread in and out the skin of your nasal dorsum. He didn’t know where he was expecting this impromptu outing to go, but definitely not here. But he didn’t really mind, either- he’d stitch you up a thousand times over if it meant he could hold your face. He couldn’t be bothered with what that said about him when he had your skin under his fingers.

“Taking care of me,” you muttered, not even flinching when the needle dove out to be tied in a knot.

“Someone has to,” Ray stepped back, pleased with his medical handiwork. His mother would be proud. “How’s that fee-”

“Be in my band.”

“What?”

You looked catatonic. “Go to Canada with me- California- wherever.”

Ray had a humorless chuckle, doing his best to wash his hands behind you. “You’re drunk,” he rationalized with himself, not looking into your eyes when he put a child’s bandage over the now closed wound.

You tried to turn to him completely with your butt perched on the edge of the sink, but you lost your balance and had to be held upright by him. “I’ll teach you the drums- something. I just don’t wanna lose you. Forget about that stuffy school.”

Hands on your ribs, he so desperately wanted to agree. To do what your spirit had been begging him to do and run away. Dirty, improper, starved. You changed his perspective in a matter of mere hours- shouldn’t he have to?

“I have to stay here,” he forced out, “I have things here.” 

Your eyes were partly pained, partly glazed with your intoxication. Your green Lamb Chop adhesive stuck out like a bullseye somewhere below knitted brows. “Can we compromise?”

“I don’t understand how this is a compromise,” Ray sat mortified in the 24-hour tattoo clinic.

You laid on your stomach, pants hiked down just under your tailbone, where a tattoo gun was currently inking you with “R.S.”. “You didn’t wanna run away with me,” you laughed drunkenly, the humorous part of being inebriated manifesting itself.

He shrunk, a pang in his chest somewhere. The tattoo artist eyed Ray for a moment. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be sorry,” you let your eyes close. “I don’t wanna remember you sorry.”

“Are you sure you don’t want one?” you nabbed a marker from the front desk as you both left. 

“I’m sure,” Ray nodded, trying to figure out where to go. He should find your friends- drive morning and night until he found them, before he dropped everything and drove out the state with you in the backseat.

A few accented voices interrupted him, and he abruptly realized that he was grasping your hand. Your bandmates, hobbling over after their own adventures.

“This is where you went?” the British bassist started. “We’ve been looking all over for you.”

Ray heard you groan, and you wordlessly started pulling down the collar of his jacket, exposing the tag. “Can I?” you clumsily held up the stolen marker.

He let you, and you meticulously scrawled your initials into the white slip of fabric. A reminder, for as long as he kept it- almost like a tattoo for those who weren’t ready to be dirty, improper, starved. And he was never getting rid of this thing.

You finished, adjusting it for him and just taking a moment to hook your fingers in his pockets. Ray was gonna miss you, so hard. He felt like a teenager again, except this time he didn’t feel like he wasted your time, in an uncomfortable suit, spending date money his parents trusted him with. Maybe he could learn to live like you did, if you’d wait long enough.

“Could you and your boyfriend hurry?” your friend complained. You sighed, booze still in your system.

“You won’t forget me?”

“Never.”

You reluctantly peeled away from him and down the street with your friends. Ray watched your retreating figure as you walked off into the darkness, until you turned fast on your heels, sprinting over and jumping into his arms. The kiss was messy, and rushed, probably splitting your stitches and aggravating your sinuses. Laced with the fact that you’d be scattered around the country for an unknown amount of time. But it was the realest one Ray’s ever had.

[minniesmutt]

a list of known minors lying about their age

so, i pretty actively go through my block list to see if people have added age indicators or turned 18 and I always remember the ones that are very well below the age of 18 and as nsfw have been saying forever; while we cannot stop these people from reading nsfw, we can prevent them from reading our works.

As i go through, I notice some have added a few years to their age so they can read/interact with 18+ works. As I know more, I will add them but below is the few accounts that I personally remember their bios saying a different age and have changed to be 18+

I write this for myself and other 18+ writers' safety because our blogs are our safe space and we do decide what we put out and who follows. We all do say "Minors do not interact" and if the roles were flipped, it would be a major issues

@/m1m0sa : first saw them when they followed when this blog was new. Their bio did say 15 years old when they followed me but going through my blocks, it now says they are 19 years old @/kiaralynn3838 : Also 15 years old. I actually remembered them from my old blog, their blog theme didn't change nor did their username so I had immediately blocked them, even when their blog said they are 18 years old @/ hannie-kkami : I have actually (re)posted about this person before (original post I reposted was from kriss (lix-ables) but they are frequently changing their name so I do have to keep track so I do not accidentally unblock them because they are 13-years-old. They are lying and saying they are 23-years-old (bio and pinned say they are born in 2000).

If i find more, I will add them or if you know of any and would like to add them please do. I just feel like all of us who do write adult content should be looking out for each other because it is very uncomfortable when minors are following you. I just want other to be aware of the ones that are willing to lie about their age to gain access to our works because at the end of the day, fuck their puberty hormones. Children are very impressionable and many cannot separate fiction from reality.

Please reblog and share so this does get to other 18+ writers.

This list does not include anyone turning 18 this year or people who were previously ageless blogs adding an age as there is no way for me or anyone to prove they are lying with seeing a photo of their government issued id or their set birthday in tumblr (though you could also lie on that)

[iheartzegras]

prompt 1 & 2 from the prompt list with trevor?

breakdown - trevor zegras

hey anon! thanks sm for your request!

prompts: “hey, hey. it’s okay, i’m here now” and running your/their fingers through your/their hair

this is sad trevor :( it gets better at the end though!

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trevor had been one of the ducks star players since he started playing in the big leagues. with that, comes a lot of pressure. trevor had yet to crack under it. that was good for him, but you knew deep down that he would have to break eventually. you didn’t expect that to be that same day though.

the ducks had no game that day, just a morning skate. usually on days like that, you and trevor would rest all day to make up for the lack of sleep.

you had gone to the grocery store after laying in bed all day with trevor. at the store you picked up some of his favourites, lucky charms and even some reese’s cups. after you checked out, you proceeded to get in the car and make your way home.

your keys jingled in the door and you walked inside. you had been putting away the grocery’s when all of a sudden you heard quiet sniffles coming from down the hall. at first, you thought it was just the fan acting up, but when you went to go check, you did not expect to see your boyfriend softly crying on the couch.

trevor was never one to cry. you had only seen him cry very few times in your relationship. he always comforted you, but this time, you were going to do the comforting.

you quietly walked over to him and sat next to him. it broke your heart to see him like this. you engulfed him in the biggest hug you’ve ever given. “trevor, baby, what’s going on?” “i’m sorry. i just didn’t know what to do. you were gone and i just started freaking out-“ he barely hiccuped out. “hey, hey. it’s okay, i’m here now”

you grabbed his hand with one of yours as the other went and flowed through his hair. whenever trevor had minor attacks like this, this method would always work. you had no doubt it would work today.

“trev, look at me” you asked him, and which he obliged. “follow my breaths, okay?” he nodded. you started to breath in and out at a slow pace, making sure he could keep up. you still continued to hold his hand and play with his hair.

once he had fully calmed down, with minimal tears, you decided to ask him what was wrong. “hey, you gotta tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” “i don’t know. i just got worked up about my gameplay recently and some of the chirps people throw my way. it gets me all angry and with the game tomorrow i just felt so stressed so i panicked”

after he elaborated, you both laid down on the couch in the quiet. it was a comfortable quiet. the both of you needed it after what just happened.

you noticed he had fallen asleep, so you decided to get him his reese’s cups for when he wakes up. you set them on the coffee table and you started watching some tv to pass the time.

you felt some light movement and yawning coming from next to you. you let him adjust until you gave him his snack. “thank you so much y/n! i love you” “i love you too trev”

even though trevor rarely expressed what issues he was having, you knew when he was having them and you would always try and talk him through it. you always made him feel better, no matter the situation.

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my bad for the ending 😭 i kinda got a bit of writers block with it so it’s not as detailed.

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Dialogue Prompt #14- E.M.

Sorry this took so long! I got really busy with work for the past couple of days. And I know this isn't fully smutty like the request asked for, but I hope you love it anyway!

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TW- 18+ Minors DNI!, Cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, vague mentions of abusive ex, pet names (sweetheart, princess), a bit of heavy petting, allusion to smut at the end

Pairings- Eddie X Reader

Word Count- 2,653

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When you see your ex standing at the other edge of the bar from you and your best friend, Eddie, you freeze. You hadn’t seen him in years, and the memories that flash in your mind make your forehead break out in a sweat. Let’s just say he had not been a very loving boyfriend in the brief time you had been together. As he turns his head, as if knowing you were staring at him, you jerk your gaze away and step toward Eddie in an attempt to shield yourself from his eyeline. Blood pumps frigid through your veins as you chance a glance around Eddie to see that your ex is starting to weave through the crowd toward you. 

“Eddie,” You hiss as loud as you dare. He looks down at you with an easy smile before letting it fall upon seeing the obvious panic written on your features.  

“What is it, sweetheart?” The light, friendly tone he was using with the bartender was long gone, replaced by a hardened focus that only put your nerves to ease slightly. Your brain is moving too fast for you to even form a coherent thought, but you do your best. 

“He-he’s coming. I don’t know what to do.” Your eyes flit past Eddie’s shoulder to see him coming closer, only a few yards away now. His eyes are on you and it sends a block of lead down your throat to land in your stomach. Eddie puts his hands on your shoulders, pulling you closer to him protectively. 

“Who’s coming?” 

“My ex.” You spit it out like poison and Eddie immediately understands. You can see the cogs turning in his head, trying to find a way to help you.  

“K-kiss me,” He blurts out. Your head reels for a moment. 

“What?” You can’t imagine how that would help, though the idea is endlessly tempting. Eddie puts his hands on your face, gazing into your eyes with a surety that sends butterflies through to eat away at the lead in your gut. 

“Kiss me.” You nod slightly, and with one lightning quick glance back at the approaching figure, you lean up and capture Eddie’s lips with yours. Your eyes squeeze shut, dreading the feeling of your ex tapping you on the shoulder or Eddie’s, but it never comes. Eddie’s lips are warm and tender on yours, and after a few moments, you let yourself soften under his touch. Your lips move together with ease, like butter melting over a warm pan, but soon, you feel Eddie pull away, leaving you wanting more. You open your eyes to see him still looking down at you with those big, brown, concerned eyes, and he brushes a thumb over your cheek. 

“Is he gone?” You don’t dare look behind him or turn around to see if he just kept walking. Eddie gives a small, reassuring nod. You take a deep breath, the weight on your chest lifting. 

“You wanna get out of here?” Eddie asks, and you nod tensely. Eddie grabs your hand and doesn’t let go as he slaps a $20 down on the counter for your tabs and starts pulling you behind him for the door. You hang on for dear life as you both weave through the crowd, and finally, you get out the front door. The chill air is a wake-up call for you as you walk toward Eddie’s van, and you’re almost there when you hear your name called from the other side of the parking lot. 

“Y/N!” You feel a jolt of fear streak through your body. You hear the heavy creak of the back door to Eddie’s van and you gasp harshly as Eddie pulls you behind him.  

“Get in,” It’s not a request. You break out of your terrified stupor and follow his instructions, clambering into the back of the van before Eddie shuts the door behind you. You press yourself up against the wall of the van, trying to make yourself as small as you can in the shadow in the hopes to become invisible. You perk your head up when you hear Eddie, “She doesn’t want to talk to you, man!” 

You don’t hear what your ex’s reply at first, but you start hearing the tail end as he comes closer to the two of you. “I think it’s a bit late for that. She’s with me, now.”  You hear a bark of laughter, cold and snide. 

“Well, I should warn you that she’s a fucking liar. And a whore. She’s fucking psychotic!” You press your hands over your ears, not wanting to hear the venomous words your ex says about you. It took you a long time to stop believing them. You focus on your breathing for a few minutes, letting yourself hone in on the sound of it flowing in and out of your body, until a bang against the doors of the van pulls a shocked scream from your throat. You get up on your knees to peek out of the window to see Eddie hovering over your ex, his fist cocked back, red and wet with blood. It’s definitely not his own. You let yourself sink back against the wall of the van, not wanting to see any more.  

You can’t tell if it’s been a few minutes or an hour before Eddie swings the driver side door open, huffing in the wake of the fight. He says nothing as he turns the key in the ignition and backs up out of the parking space. You’re halfway down the road before the silence is broken. “Come here and put your seatbelt on, doll.” 

The softness in his voice takes you aback slightly. You had been expecting him to be angry, to yell at you for putting him in this horrible position. Still, you follow his instructions, bracing yourself on the sides of the car as you climb up toward the passenger seat. When you get yourself settled in the seat and put your seatbelt on, Eddie lays his hand palm up on your knee. You take his hand gently, minding the split skin on his knuckles. “I’m so sorry,” You murmur. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, only at his hand, so rough and big and warm in yours.  

“It’s not your fault.” You can see him shake his head out of the corner of your eye in rejection. You sigh, appreciative, but not believing.  

“If I hadn’t been there...” 

“It’s not his business where you go or what you do. He fucked that chance up a long time ago. You should not have to be afraid to go have a drink at a bar on a Friday night.” You turn your head toward the window, knowing Eddie’s right.  

This is what that prick does to you. He gets in your head, under your skin, and makes you think that you’re at fault for everything that goes wrong. 

When you pull into your apartment complex’s parking lot, you insist that Eddie come in with you so you can clean him up. You finally looked up at him after a few minutes of silence to see that while your ex was definitely worse off, he did get a couple good licks in. Eddie’s eyebrow is split open, a deep purple crescent moon blooming around his left eye.  

You sit him on your kitchen counter and bustle around looking for your first aid kit, and then you get to work cleaning his hands and his eyebrow, wincing in sympathy whenever you hear him hiss in pain. “Can you distract me?” Eddie asks with a humorless laugh. You give a small smile and nod, trying to find something to talk about. 

“Can I ask you why you thought to kiss me?” You flick your eyes up at him with the question, trying to gauge his reaction. There’s a little smile forming on the edge of his lips, though he doesn’t hold your gaze. 

“It... was just the first thing I thought to do. If you had some new, scary boyfriend, he’d leave you alone.” He gives a little laugh. “Guess that didn’t work as well as I had hoped.” You shrug. 

“Well, it worked for the moment. Maybe you should’ve kissed me again when he called for me.” You joke, though thinking back to the feeling of his lips on yours makes goosebumps rise over your thighs. 

“Yeah, maybe I should have...” He looks back at you then, a glint in his eyes. You’re the one to look away now, back down to where you’re bandaging his hands. You tie a knot in the gauze and step back to admire your work. 

“Okay, all done. Are you hungry? I could cook us something.” You watch as Eddie slides down off the counter, hitting the linoleum floor with a thump in his heavy combat boots. 

“How about I just order us something? I think we’ve both been through enough tonight,” Eddie suggests, taking a step toward you. You look down toward the floor, but nod. 

“Okay, but I’m paying. You paid for the bar tab and took a fist to the eye for me,” Eddie chuckles at that, and relents. You cross the room over to the phone hanging on the wall and make a call to your favorite pizza joint, a place you and Eddie have ordered from at least a dozen times. It’s pretty late, so you’re thankful that the delivery time is relatively short as your stomach grumbles.  

After hanging up the phone, you look back to Eddie, so beautiful and warm even sporting the black eye, and you’re so filled with appreciation for him that you walk back toward him and wrap your arms around his middle. “Thank you,” You whisper, leaning your head against his shoulder. Eddie’s quick to reciprocate, pulling you closer and setting his cheek on your head.  

“Of course. I would always do anything to protect you.” You pull your face away to look up at him, eyes sparkling in gratitude. You can feel his breath on your face, smell the beer and cigarettes you shared back at the bar. 

“You’re kind of my knight in shining armor, ya know.” You feel a warmth break out over your face, the brazen words sending a streak of nerves through your body. Eddie gives a smirk at that. 

“Does that mean I’ll end up with the princess at the end?” Your breath hitches in your throat as his nose just brushes yours. 

“I think it does,” you breathe. Before you can even close your eyes, his lips are on yours again, but it feels different this time. There’s more urgency, more passion as you press yourselves against each other, opening your mouths to taste each other as you pull each other impossibly close. 

“I will never hurt you,” Eddie whispers against your lips, brushing the hair away from your face. 

“I know,”  

“I love you. So much,” You breathe a gasp as his lips find your neck, pressing hot, wet kisses there.  

“I love you.” There’s no hesitation in you as the words leave your lips. The weight that lifts from your body makes you feel like you’re actually truly breathing for the first time, the scent, the taste, the air all distinctly Eddie. “Stay with me tonight?” 

“You couldn’t pay me to leave.” You giggle as Eddie captures your lips again, spinning you so that now your ass is pressed against the edge of the countertop. You yelp in surprise as you’re suddenly lifted to sit on the top, your hands moving under the hem of Eddie’s shirt to splay across his back. Eddie breathes in sharply at the contact of your hands on his warm skin.  

Eddie’s hands move down your face, over your shoulders and your arms before he lifts them to settle on your hips. The tiniest sound leaves you as you feel him squeeze at the meat of your hips, sending a shockwave through you down to your core. You let your hands wander up his sides under his shirt, scratching lightly over him as you lose yourself in his touch. “I want you,” You murmur, your head rolling back to accommodate for his lips trailing over the other side of your neck. Eddie squeezes your hips again, and you let out another sound, a little louder this time. Eddie lets his hands feel down your hips and he wedges them under your butt, moving in one swift motion to lift you off the counter, lips still attached to your skin as he begins carrying you toward your bedroom. 

He kicks the door open with much more force than you were expecting, making you laugh against his shoulder before he lets you drop onto your bed. You both kick your shoes off before he comes to hover over you on the edge, one hand cradling your face while the other sneaks under the hem of your shirt. Goosebumps break out over your skin at the feeling of the soft gauze and his rough fingertips meander up your body. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Eddie whispers. Your eyes flutter when you feel him begin to kiss along your collarbones, down to the tops of your breasts. He sucks hard there, eliciting a high-pitched whine as you find any part of him to anchor yourself to.  

“Eddie,” You plead, the need for him to satisfy the ever-growing ache between your thighs boiling in your veins. 

“I know, princess, I know.” The hand under your shirt leaves to find your pants zipper, and he pulls it. Your hips roll under this simple touch, and you do what you can to help him as he pulls your jeans down your thighs and off your feet. He then tugs at the back of his collar and pulls his shirt over his head. You’ve seen Eddie shirtless before, but knowing now that he’s doing it for you, it makes your head spin.  

Before he can come back to kiss you again, you hear several loud knocks on the door. Both you and Eddie whip your heads toward the sound, then you look to each other, panting lightly as you shake free of the sex-craze clouding your minds. You hear the knocks again, and you move to get off the bed. Eddie puts his hands on your chest to push you back down before pressing a hard, wet kiss to your mouth. “Don’t you move, gorgeous. I’ll get it,”  

“Okay,” you nod breathlessly. Eddie bends down to pick your wallet up off the floor where it fell out of your jeans pocket before getting a $20 bill out to take to the delivery person at the door, who knocks again, more impatiently this time.  

You stare up at the ceiling with a smile as you listen to Eddie’s footsteps creaking the floorboards down the hall toward the front door. You faintly hear him say something along the lines of “Yeah, yeah, keep the change, kid,” Before slamming the door shut. You giggle at that and a second later, Eddie’s back, carrying the pizza box in his hands. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m having a hard time deciding if we should have our pizza or finish what we’ve started first.” He says, eyes raking over you. You roll over onto your stomach and prop your head up in your hands. 

“Why not both?” You suggest, quirking a playful eyebrow. A full smile breaks out over Eddie’s face as he frisbee’s the pizza box onto the bed before flipping you back onto your back and kissing you roughly.  

“I knew there was a reason you were my favorite person in the world,” You both laugh as Eddie pulls out a piece of pizza, feeding you a bite of it before diving back in to kiss you again, and hopefully never stop. 

@gvf23 @eddiernunson

[thousand-winters]

Hello pal!! I hope you're doing well after that rough morning 💖

For the writing fic ask, 1, 4, 25, 26, and 27!

Hello!!! 💖 Thank you!!! I'm awake at unholy hours of the morning when I really shouldn't be, but much better in that regard ahaha

The last sentence you wrote

I'm so glad I started lazily working on one of my wips because it would have been mortifying to put in a sentence from like 3 months ago or something ahahaha:

“How rude, I was just trying to look out for you,” Tome sniffs, fully aware that by now Reigen doesn’t buy her little act –as if he ever had anyway–, but hoping it buys her some sympathy points. “So, are you gonna open or what?”

Really hoping I can update this one soon.

4. A story idea you haven’t written yet

I have a list where I just dump all of my upcoming wip ideas with no regard for how polished they sound right away and this one is still so funny to me:

"Dimple being like one of those overprotective dads who don't want boys to date their daughters but with Mob and Teru Just in general him being kinda mean to Teru while Mob is first oblivious and then like ???"

I think this was came to be because Dimple in the fanbook is mean for no reason about Teru ahaha. When he gets asked about who he would like to possess and he goes "I bet I could tank Hanazawa's reputation so fast", like, Dimple, what do you have against him, he's living his best reformed life now ahahaha. So this silly idea came to me.

25. Besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

Tough question because I feel like sometimes I'm busy enough I don't really do too much in general ahaha.

I like playing videogames and reading if that counts, though I haven't have the time to do either of those in ages, I need to make some time for those soon or else I'm gonna go crazy haha. I enjoy doing crafts though I don't have a chance to do them often either.

I think my primary hobby activity is having deranged conversations about my fandoms ahaha. AUs, headcanons, random scenarios, analysis... the amount of back and forths I currently have going with friends is... alarming. Once you start being babbly about those things, turns out the convos just keep being generated like spores lmao

26. Are you able to write with other people around?

Oh, absolutely not 😭 Especially not my family but to be fair, I don't tend to do anything personal in front of them because my sister is noisy and can be quite mean sometimes haha, so I just... don't.

Now, put me to write on a google document or something with other people there and I start second guessing every single word I'm putting down or just going "aaaaahhhh, whatever, whatever!" while writing the first thing that comes to mind, which doesn't feel like an optimal writing decision. It's fine when it comes to just outlining or such, but not the actual writing.

27. Your favorite part of the writing process

I'm quite messy when it comes to writing so I feel like the process for me is more like chaos and screaming and panic and tears sometimes ahahaha. But honestly, I enjoy the writing in itself. Once I have a clear direction of what I'm doing in this one scene, for example, I can just rush through it while writing to my heart's content, and short of having writer's block, that feels really fun and rewarding to me.

I'm not much one for editing, frankly, because I get embarrassed once I do the final read through my work, but I enjoy the minor edits through the way. I know it's not recommended, but I tend to do that a lot, writing a sentence and then going back to look at it because it was too plain or badly phrased and modifying it until it works better for what follows or for what I want. I like that feeling of "yes, this is it".

Thank you so much for the questions!!!

From this ask game

[minna-drama]

Random Seiun and Fuma one shot lol

Seiun lounged on the couch, flipping through channels with a bored expression. Her fingers tapped impatiently against the remote until she finally let out an exaggerated sigh. "There’s nothing on TV," she groaned, tossing the remote aside and sitting up. Her eyes brightened as she glanced toward the door. "I know! Let’s go break into that old, abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. It’s probably got some cool stuff inside."

Fuma, who was quietly reading a book at the table, froze. He slowly looked up from the page, giving her a sharp stare. "What? No. Absolutely not."

"Come on," Seiun said, standing up with excitement. "It’ll be fun! Astre and I were planning to check it out, but since he’s out of town, you can come with me!"

Fuma closed his book with a heavy sigh. "Seiun, I’m not letting you break into an abandoned factory. That’s reckless, dangerous, and you’ve already done your usual menace to society duty this week."

Seiun gave him an innocent shrug. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."

"It is a bad thing," Fuma deadpanned, standing up to block her path as she started towards the door. "You have no idea what’s in there. The place could be falling apart. Walkers could be in there. Or there could be security. Or worse—"

"Ghosts?" Seiun interrupted, a grin spreading across her face. "That would just make it more interesting!"

Fuma groaned. "No. Just… no. We’re not doing this. Sit back down."

Seiun pouted, planting her hands on her hips. "You’re no fun, you know that? Astre would’ve let me go."

"Astre doesn’t have the sense of self-preservation that I do," Fuma muttered, stepping closer to block her more firmly. "And since he’s not here, it’s my job to keep you from doing something completely unhinged."

Seiun rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "You always ruin my best plans. What could possibly go wrong?"

"Do you really want me to make a list?" Fuma replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "How about we start with you getting injured? Or arrested. Or both."

Seiun huffed dramatically, plopping back down on the couch with a glare. "Fine. But just know, you’re missing out on a grand adventure."

Fuma smirked, returning to his seat and picking up his book. "I’ll take my chances."

For a few moments— exactly 23 seconds, the room was quiet as Seiun glared at the TV screen, clearly plotting something else. Finally, she spoke up again, her voice light.

"Okay, okay, new plan—what if we just explore the woods behind the factory?"

Fuma didn’t even look up from his book this time. "Seiun."

"What? There’s no law against walking through the woods," she reasoned, a sly smile forming. "We’d just be… taking a scenic route."

Fuma sighed, putting down his book again and rubbing his temples. "Why is it always something with you?"

"Because you need a little excitement in your life," Seiun said, standing up once more. "Come on, it’ll be harmless! You said the factory was dangerous, so we won’t go in. Just a stroll through the woods. That’s not so bad, right?"

Fuma gave her a long, exasperated look. "I’m married with two teenage kids, and I’m an actor, I DO have excitement. You are a whole other category. But Fine. But we’re not going anywhere near that factory."

Seiun grinned, grabbing her jacket and mask. "Deal! You won’t regret this, I promise."

"I already do," Fuma muttered under his breath, following her out the door.

@myluckymoon @paintedgrilledcheese

NOTE: Walkers are like minor vampires and also little bitches, they make a lot of trouble and like to hang out in Dark places

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It’s been a year since my original pinned post for my WoL was made so it’s probably time to update.

Edit: Updated for 2024!

About the Blorbo

Name: Kitali Moonblade

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Main Job: DRG/NIN hybrid

Age: Mid 30s

Her tag is #kitali moonblade. Her inspo board tag is just #kitali. Her wolmeric ship tag is #pure azure and her wolstinien ship tag is #bastards in arms. The triad tag is #the ot3 agenda.

Kitali is the daughter of two mercenaries, part of the Xaela diaspora who left the Azim Steppe before the tunnel to Yanxia was sealed off. She has no memory of living on the Steppe and instead grew up in Doma. She lived in Othard for almost two decades before splitting off on her own, eventually finding herself in Aldenard by way of Gyr Abania.

In a word, Kitali Moonblade is unsettling. At first glance, she’s stoic and standoffish and spends more time observing than participating in a conversation. Even people who’ve known her for years are still surprised by her. She doesn’t make friends very easily but once she’s decided she likes someone, they’re stuck with her. Her trust is hard to win and easy to lose.

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-I don't do RP with Kitali but I do enjoy doing ask memes, writing, and gposing. The best way to interact and learn more about Kitali is to send asks from lists or go tag diving. I don't do well with open ended questions like "tell me about your WoL/ wolship", being precise and direct is the best option for me.

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Shackled (Chapter 17)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

Slow Burn

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You were ok.

Rafe put in the work when he decided to nurse you back to health, and as grateful as you were for his help, you were just as unsettled being around him.

Which was how you found yourself sneaking out of the front door of the Cameron Mansion. You had no money and no way to get any farther than the entrance of Figure 8.

That is until you catch Sarah, walking out with her car keys in hand,  probably sneaking out as well, so you rush to her side as quickly as possible, frightening her.

"O my gosh, you scared me," she places her hand above her chest for emphasis, giving a deep breath before continuing. "Did you need something?" she asks.

"I was wondering if you were going to the cut?" you ask, looking back at the mansion.

"I was going to see John B." she nods.

"Would you mind taking me there as well?" you ask, looking back again when you thought you heard something.

"What about Ra-," 

You cut her off.

"Don't worry about Rafe. I feel like I'm suffocating here and was hoping to get out for a bit," she looks doubtfully at you. "I promise I'll be back before he notices. I just need to feel some freedom,"

"Ok," she says.

"Ok," you respond.

You had no reason to trust Sarah, Ward had already proven how much of a scumbag he was, and you didn't need any confirmations about Sarah. Sure, it felt like you could tell her, but with your luck, you didn't want to risk it. 

You both get into the vehicle, and she begins driving off.

During your weeks of recovery, Rafe never let you out of his sight, Ward allowed him to work from home, and he would only ever step out if he needed to do a visit. Which was rare, so he'd take you with him when he did one.

You fought against it initially, but realizing he wasn't giving you a choice, you begrudgingly followed along.

Amid your care, he constantly held, stroked, and fondled you. Forcing you to touch and feel him through his arousal. Always whispering promises of your physical reunion, saying that he couldn't wait to officially get his hands on you.

It was so jarring and uncomfortable to go through all of this, but then he'd go back to taking care of you, making sure you took your pills, keeping you well-fed and hydrated. He would be so gentle sometimes; it gave you whiplash.

Tomorrow would be one of your last appointments pertaining to the injuries caused by your father. You knew you would be given the ok, because you were ok. You could finally breathe without pain, your limp was basically nonexistent, and your face was completely healed. They had no reason to deny Rafe his need to have you.

Tonight was the only night where you had just enough freedom to escape your personal hell known as Rafe Cameron, and it was by pure luck.

He was under the influence when he walked out of the bathroom that night. You could tell through his slurred words and wobbly movements. 

You assumed he did a line while he was in there. 

When he came to bed, he started talking about work, Ward, Sarah, and even you.

He got you to pull on his cock, releasing himself in your hand, saying he couldn't wait to have you again before knocking out cold. An hour had passed before you realized this was the perfect opportunity to leave. So, you put on some clothes, pulled on one of his jackets to keep you warm through the cold, and stepped out.

As Sarah drove on the cut's main road, you waited a few moments before telling her to stop. Your house was still a couple of blocks away, but you would manage.

"You sure?" she asks. "I can just take you where you need to go."

"I'm sure. I'll see you later," you close her door and wave her off, waiting for her to leave before you walk toward your home.

It stood the same, the only difference being the police tape and the giant hole dug out in the backyard. You walk around to look in the hole, and your heart clenches.

You were sure they dug your mother out, and if you hadn't done anything to save your neck, you'd be buried beside her. You couldn't say you were surprised because your father did have his violent tendencies, and in terms of evidence, it worked against him.

Once the shock slips away, you try the back door to find it open. You didn't know what you would find, but you had to try.

***

An hour and a half later, you found 200 dollars and your father's truck keys. You got a small bookbag from your room and started packing from whatever was left behind when Ward and Rafe last came to get your things.

It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

You planned to return to Misty's Lounge and beg Sam for a set or two. You could stay with someone for a few days, then skip town as soon as you have made enough money.

You walked to the old beat-up Chevy, adjusting your seats and mirrors, as your nerved became unsettled. Of course, it could have been better, but you were pressed for time, on your own, and desperate. You just needed the plan to follow through.

The last time you drove a car was for a driver's test provided by your school. Since then, you haven't touched a wheel.

You take a deep breath before pushing in the key and turning it, the car sputtered and wheezed, but it didn't start. You tried a few times until all you heard was a click from the key turning.

You couldn't give up, you knew your dad had one of his battery starters in the garage. You'd seen him use it a few times, so you had an idea of how it worked. Maybe that was it, at least, you were hoping that was it.

When you found the battery starter, you turned it on to see if it worked, but the little screen remained blank. You sat after a few more times, turning the knob, and started wondering if it needed to be charged. 

You plug it into an outlet, and after a few minutes, the screen starts blinking.

Relief was flooding your chest, things were starting to look up. You let it sit while you looked around the house. It was just as you left it that night untouched until this moment. You glance at the microwave in the kitchen to watch how much time goes by.

When an hour passes, you unplug the starter hoping it's enough to give you what you need, just as you step onto the porch, you notice another truck parked next to the Chevy and figure walking up the path to your house. As soon light catches the face of the stranger, blue eyes flicker back at you, and you drop the starter rushing back into the house.

“Y/N!” Rafe yelled.

You move up the stairs, rushing to your father's room, it was the only room in the house with a deadbolt lock, and luckily for you, it was open. You quickly move inside, closing the door, not just latching the deadbolt but locking the handle.

You needed to find a way to get out. Looking toward the window, you could find a way to sneak to the starter and work on the Chevy while he was busy trying to open the door inside.

You heard the knob jiggling and started making your move.

"Y/N!" he starts. "Sweetheart, please open the door, or I'm gonna have to do this the hard way, and you'll pay for it if I do,"

He's met with silence as you carefully jiggle the lock on the window.

A sudden bang makes you jump, causing you to stare at the bedroom door. Another bang follows, causing you to jump again. This time the short head of an axe peeks through.

Of course, he had an axe. It had to be one of the two your father used for decorations in the hall. This man had to be the bane of your existence. 

You struggle to push the window up, but you manage and carefully climb out.

When you hop off the window from the other side, you land wrong, a sharp pain invading your ankle as it travels up your leg. You had to keep moving, limping toward the front door, grabbing the starter you'd dropped, and pushing yourself toward the Chevy. 

You heard the dull thumping of feet going down steps, and that was when you knew you were fucked, but you kept going. Something needed to give.

But nothing did.

You could hear Rafe's steps slow as he got outside, watching you struggle to carry the starter, an unamused chuckle pushing from his throat. Soon enough, he was behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pushed you against the Chevy.

"You're cute, you know that," he whispers into your ear. He grabs a handful of your ass before giving it a painful squeeze.

"I should fuck you right here for the trouble you've caused me." He moves his hand around to your front, palming your mound and squeezing it, grinding his hard-on into the crack of your ass as hard as he can.

"But we don't want any irreversible damage, now do we."

[shoutascoffeepot]

Chapter Three: Unloaded

The Art of Deception: The Deadly Dance - Series

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Female Original Character

Themes: Mafia, psychological, gore, age gap, cultural differences.

!!!Trigger Warnings!!!: Age gap, sexual visualizations of a minor (she's almost 18), swearing, gun usage, deep talk, kidapping, controlling, smoking, drugs, graphic depictions of gore, blood, torture, dead dove do not eat.

Notes: I decided to switch from third person to first and switching POV from this chapter onward. Similar to Haunting Adeline's writing style. Also this chapter has our first 18+ Scene. Lmk if you'd like to be tagged for upcoming chapters.

Also, this chapter contains unfiltered criminal and psychological behavior, please be mindful whilst reading the trigger warning list and expect the worse before proceeding. Read at your own discretion. Your mental health matters <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

I will start going through my followers and viewers of my posts and if you don't have your age I will resort to blocking for the safety of my content.

Shouta

The flower I had picked was not what I thought it was. My instinct, alongside the evidence, the little things, pointed to my suspicions being correct.

After breakfast this morning, I was energetic enough to finish up a good portion of both the legal business and oversee the records of our shipment tracks. It’s the coffee. It’s the motherfucking caffeine. It’s anything but that cold run in my veins when I think of her. 

Pursed glossed lips, long curled black lashes, was she foolish enough to challenge me? Who the fuck was this Lilith? Not a wallet or a phone with her when I caught her. No identification, no records, apartment empty of any source of identification, I got nothing on her. It’s going to be a hassle to get her info. 

As if I was her pawn, not the other way around. She’s kidnapped, she should be throwing a fit, screaming, kicking, planning her escape. All I found was this disposable vape in her bra, laid neatly on the side of the table. I eyed it then slammed shut my laptop. I picked it out and smoked it. 

Strawberries, mint. 

Fuck. Is that how her breath smells? Would that be how her soft glossy lips feel? No, they would taste of glossy cherry candy.. Or fresh strawberries. 

I shouldn’t be attracted to her. She’s well ten years younger, if not half my age. I shouldn’t have kidnapped her. We barely had two interactions and this is how I’m reacting. Putting the vape back down, I slid down my desk chair, under the table where I laid my sleeping bag and some pillows. If I sleep uncomfortably I would wake easily, I would be alarmed. And this bag brought me comfort….

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I scrunched my face as my back ached from the awkward position I was in, perhaps I should’ve slept in bed. No, I’ll rest when I get all my work done. I just need to… Where’s my phone? I grabbed it and looked at the time, four in the afternoon. I slept for four hours, that’s the longest I’ve gone in a long time. Probably why my back hurts. 

Lunch, we could have lunch.. Dinner, with Lilith, I’ll make sure she sits face on one of the cameras and we could start the background check from there. Then we have that deal with the North Japanese Yakuza who should arrive tonight. I will need my notes ready. 

I stood, grabbing my suit jacket and tie, did I sweat so much? So a quick shower first and foremost. Walking out of my office, I went to my wing from the mansion, seeing my right hand, Shinsou, as he caught up with me. He was well young, eighteen, and I was going to give him all this and teach him how to manage it if I were gone. 

“Aizawa-Senpai.”  His tone was dark, as if he were just a boy. I sighed, was he responsible enough? 

“You hadn’t told me about the guest.” He continued, his purple messy hair brushed back out of his face as he stared at me, I looked ahead, annoyed. 

“What makes you think I should report to you everything I do? Kozou?” I snapped after clicking my tongue. 

“I hadn’t exp–” 

“Do not act like you are in charge when you’re merely a mentee at my mercy.”  I reminded him. “I will take a shower. Do me a favor and tell Lilith we’re having dinner at five, introduce yourself to her if you wish. Afterwards we will take our leave.” 

“Yes Aizawa-Senpai.” He took a turn as I went into my room. Tossing my jacket and shoes aside as I unbuttoned my shirt. I let my clothes drop and pulled my hair tie out of my hair, even though I showered this morning. I hated how warm I get when I sleep. It’s like I’m a fucking heater. 

Letting the cold water run over my body, I kept my eyes closed. I wish I could stay like this forever. Unbothered, uninterrupted, no need to talk, no need to understand, no need to be alarmed. The cold water seems to understand me best, cooling the fire burning my skin. Washing the sweat and worry away. Draping me with peace and serenity. 

The fire burning me is the dread of what I did eating at me. Lilith seems unbothered, too carefree with her freedom taken away. I suppose she’s smart for not wasting her energy. Albeit it was unsettling for my instincts. The same tinglings that I get before a disaster unfolds, the tingling that got me where I am today. 

However, this is the first time that this instinct…

Excited me. 

I couldn’t tell whether she was a foolish girl thinking this is fun or someone I should be afraid of. Perhaps a spy sent to kill me? But if she was she wouldn’t have hesitated at the shooting range. Her cat-eyes simply fluttered as they pleaded the gun out of our hands, dark eyes having the sun shining on them to a chocolate color. Thick brows knitted together and biting on her lower lip because of the anxiety. 

Lilith was so adorable her little reactions have a grip on me. It sent all the heat to my groin. Fuck. I have no time for this. I should not be attracted to her; she might be a threat to me and the thought of her having a knife to my throat isn’t intimidating me as it should. I still reached out to my cock, stroking it. A heavy sigh left my lips as I closed my eyes. The coldness of the water on my warm cock edged me just right.

What if it was her red painted nails stroking me? If she pleaded with those eyes to taste me? Sitting between my legs and using her pretty little words to beg me? I yearn to pull her hair back, expose her neck and mark it. If she sits on my thigh, would I feel her wetness on my legs? Would she grind herself to her own release and whine out my name?

Fuck. No.

I came all over myself. The water quickly washed it off. I grabbed the head and cleaned the rest of myself with shower gel. When I got out I wrapped a towel over my waist and squeezed the water out of my hair. When I idly got the blowdry out to dry my hair, my eyes went to all the scars scattered over my chest and abdomen, shoulders. The hair on my chest – It wasn’t common for Asians to grow hair. And for some reason now I find it an insecurity of mine. 

Lilith was beautiful. I don’t know what she had or what she has seen or preferred to her men. But she was the glowy, influencer  kind, and I was the pale, too lazy to shave, just putting sunscreen on kind. And I could easily see by her side a pretty kind of man, too, one who probably has blue eyes, clean shave, gelled hair. Like superman. 

I cursed the way my thoughts were in the wrong alley as I buckled my belt, wearing the shirt and closing it. But seriously, the idea of her being with other men shouldn’t nudge me the way it is. She’s too young either way. I just so happened to catch her. She might be a spy. I’ll eventually have to kill her after finding who sent her to me. So whatever thoughts were in the shower, they stayed there and shall go down the drains. 

I decided that, and I don’t change my decisions. 

Lilith

We were having dinner, and the whole goddamn day I was so bored. I took a stroll in the gardens, sketched on the little notebook that I had found. I did a whole face of makeup, it was the same as my graduation too. And tried on the dresses that were offered and shoes, they were all designer. Damn, I don’t know if this is a curse or blessing. 

I was wearing a black satin and lace dress that had a cocktail top but sleeves that reached down and matching gloves, it hugged my body but not as tightly that it would be skintight. I looked at myself in the mirror just as I heard the door open and I jumped looking at the man before me. He had purple wavy hair pushed back and was in a black button up and pants. He eyed me down. I sent back a glare and clenched my jaw. How fucking dare he think he has the right to look at me that way?

“Konnichiwa. Shinsou Hitoshi.” He muttered and leaned on the wall, his eyes finally coming to meet with me while he sucked his teeth. He was enjoying what he saw, huh?

“Lilith.” I patted down the dress. 

“Nice to meet you. Aizawa-Senpai and you are having dinner at five,” He coldly stated. 

I checked the clock. “It’s four fifty.” 

He was acting interested but the way he crossed his arms in front of himself. He feels inferior. Aizawa Shouta didn’t seem the last-minute planner type. Even if he were, why would this Shinsou person be feeling inferior, was he trying to put me on the spot? 

“You got a problem? You seem to already have other plans.” He chimed. 

“No, but with no phone nor access to the internet I am investing in whatever idle things I like to do.” 

“And you enjoy dressing up like a prostitute?” 

I gazed at him with my tired eyes, how adorable would it be if he accidentally had his eyeballs gouged out. I then looked away, Yin was quick on her feet, good thing she found and took my electronics before his men emptied my apartment. 

Now lying about not having any shit other than a measly phone should be easy. 

“Cat’s got your tongue?” 

I turned to look at the lavender-haired boy again. Wearing a pair of heels and putting on perfume before walking past him, my shoulder hitting his chest. But he was quick to grab me. 

“Don’t try acting strong. Lilith. You’ll just embarrass yourself.” He advised. 

Grabbing his wrists, I pinned them to his sides on the wall and laughed. “Don’t threaten me, boy.” My nails dug into his wrists despite the skimpy lace between his skin and them, drawing blood. “Don’t make an enemy out of someone you know only their name.” 

His purple eyes widened as he struggled against my grip, he was hardly taller than me with my heels on. “Go cry to your daddy about how your cockiness got you souvenirs.”  I let go of him and left. 

I strode through the gardens whilst cursing myself. Fuck fuck fuck, why did I go off on him? Now they’re bound to know. Nono no no, calm down.. Calm the fuck. Down. Just say the truth, best manipulation and lies are the ones that have the truth embedded in them. Don’t panic, panic only leads to disaster. Fix boldness with more boldness. 

Aizawa approached me from the other side of the cobblestone sidewalk, his eyes focused on me. Almost strained struggling, I smirked, he probably is trying not to look down. He stopped as I reached him then we strolled together. Confidently, I smiled at him. “Good evening?” 

“Good evening, doll.” His response made my brow arch. 

He thinks I’m a doll. He seems tenser than before. He must have suspected something. If I were him, I’d think I’m a spy sent out to kill him. We reached a dining area that was located in the traditional area, the seats were floor-leveled and the table just an inch high enough to serve them. 

“Here,” He pulled out a chair for me. 

“Chivalry’s alive?” I laughed as I sat down, and his cologne hit me as he pushed my chair in before taking his own seat. It was spicy, like cinnamon? And vanilla? Mixed with an earthy scent..

“Itadakimasu.” He muttered. 

“Itadakimasu..” I repeated as I grabbed the chopsticks, maki rolls, soup and sushi, today we’re having more Japanese cuisine huh?

“You seem dressed up” He commented as he dug in. 

“So do you, sir..” I tilted my head, putting the salmon sashimi in my mouth. 

“I have somewhere to go after this.” He cleared his throat. Did the nickname catch him off guard?

“I’m coming with you.” I told him. 

“No you’re not.” 

“I am.”

“This isn’t some sort of gameplay.” 

“I am smart enough to realize that.” I stared at him as he looked at his soup, clenching his jaw. 

“Who are you?”

“Lilith.” 

He clenched his jaw again. 

“Trust goes both ways. Aizawa… Shouta.” I looked down when he stared at me, we barely had a minute of eye contact. I suppose I keep him on edge as he keeps me. 

“Who sent you?” He demanded. 

“If I was sent you wouldn’t be breathing right now.” I stuffed my face more, gosh I’m hungry and this food is amazing. 

“Kidding, I’m only joking. Or am I?” I raised a brow. “What I mean to say, Aizawa Shouta, not everyone is your enemy.” I continued. 

“Then what are you?” He reluctantly continued his food. 

“Your hostage. Either way, I will be coming to whatever auction you’re planning to go to.”

We wrapped up and I stood up after dabbing my mouth. He also led the way, arms up to tie his hair back into a messy bun. I’m a big fan of messy buns, but he has thick hair and it seemed painful. I wonder how it feels to touch it. No. 

No.

I want to though. 

It’s none of my business.

Fine. 

I leaned back on the leather seats of his car across from Aizawa who was texting on his phone. I felt my forehead begging mayday. I rubbed my brows, fuck. I have no idea where we’re going. But I just know I have to tag along no matter what. 

“Do you need a gun?” I heard Aizawa’s voice ask as I glanced at him, his eyebags seemed a little better than this morning. 

“No.” I looked out the window. “Turn up the radio, please.” I asked the driver as I dug my bra for my gloss and applied some. 

This is going to be an eventful night, however it may go. 

Shouta

She asked to come, yet wants no weapon. She knows her way with a gun. What the fuck did I fucking get in this claw-game and do I even want to be angry right now? Fuck it, if she died it’s less of a hassle for me. 

We reached and before I could get off she went out first. Eager, I followed, anticipating her trying to escape. But she didn’t. All I saw was her ass shifting very subtly as she cat-walked in front of me on the carpet to the entrance. In the cafe, they took us to the vip lounge where there sat a big round table and I took a seat with my men. 

She remained standing. Wandering about in the lounge room, I could sense and hear the mutters of my own crew either judging her or eye-fucking her. I tapped with my shoes on the hardwood floor, where was Shinsou?

He joined just as I thought that, the cuffs of his sleeve barely hid the trace of a bandage, when did he get hurt? He sat beside me with the folder. I side-eyed him, expecting him to tell me what happened. He leaned into my ear and whispered. 

“Lilith.” 

My eyes trailed to her again, she bent down, ass up as she looked under the table. The guys were making insolent hand gestures. I can’t take this shit, I reached inside my suit jacket for my pack and lit one up, taking a deep breath. Soon, the North Japanese Yakuza joined, and Lilith stood by, glaring them down as they took their seats. 

Her doe eyes were now judgemental and scary. 

I stifled a chuckle, why is she acting like my little bodyguard? 

Then I noticed. 

With the Northern Yakuza was a little girl, about eight? she seemed different, with that condition…Not having pigmentation.. Fuck I forgot the name. Her eyes were red and hair was bluish white. She was dressed in white hospital gown and had bandages all over her arms and legs and neck. The sight already put my stomach in a twist. Why the fuck did they have a little girl? 

“Should we begin?” I cleared my throat, glancing at Lilith and she was already switching glances between me and the girl. 

“Yes, as we mentioned in code we have many benefits of forming an alliance together.” The brunette leader started, wasn’t the leader an old man? 

I kept quiet, letting him do all the talk, we’ll see how this takes us. 

“Out North, we have established secret laboratories where we conduct experiments for a new product that would break the black market.” He continued.  His assistant handed me a tablet that showed me boring statistics. I skimmed over the next slide which explained the product. Serum…. Mutates human genetics? 

“It’s a bullet infused with a new type of germ. It's an unidentified disease, and deadly if not treated. Neither a virus or bacteria. But something far more concerning. It mutates the genes of human DNA.” 

The more I listen, the more I get the urge to vomit. I could feel Lilith’s aura without even exchanging eye contact. The pieces are all coming together. Is the little girl with bandages their donor?

“Of course, to make our finances skyrocket. We intend to have the antidote and sell it to the medicine companies. And with your transportati-” 

I slammed my fist on the table. 

“The Underground Japanese Yakuza does not have business with the likes of you.” I could feel my blood boiling already. 

“Excuse me?” He spoke, laughing. “I’m afraid you have no choice, Eraser.” 

I stood up, but then the rattling of guns aimed at my head and my men aiming theirs on them. 

“You do not force me into a deal.” My tone threatened. 

“We could achieve greatness! Change the world, fix the overpopulation as well. We’d be heroes!” He sounded like a lunatic. And looked like one at that.

“That’s not what we’re supposed to be. Especially with this sickly plan. You disgust me.”

“Gentlemen, fire–” 

“No one moves or your pathetic leader’s dead.” Lilith suddenly came up from under the table and pinned the man by his neck to the wall of the lounge. SHE’S HOLDING A PENCIL IN HER HAND? TO HIS EYE? 

They were about to move the guns when she dangerously ticked his eye as he gulped. “IT’S NOT A THREAT IT’S A FUCKING PROMISE. I WILL NOT HESITATE TO MAKE YOU ALL WITNESS SOMETHING WORSE THAN YOUR PATHETIC LIVES.”  She screamed at us.

Even I froze in fear. 

“Guns down, or one of his eyes is down. You choose.” She ordered. 

One by one, his men put their guns on the table. 

“ON THE FUCKING FLOOR. UNLOADED.” The man had visibly goosebumped when she yelled at him and they threw their guns to the floor. I couldn’t even think such a sound could come out of her.

One of them defied her, grabbing the gun and triggering it and she did not hesitate to stab Chisaki in the eyeball. No one dared to look away except the little girl. The guttural scream of agony that escaped him definitely reached even Italy. Blood poured out of one side of his face as he cried in utter pain. Lilith, unfazed, pulled his eyelids open, and made sure she gouged out the eyeball on the pencil as she pulled it out. It looked like a bloody horror movie kebab. 

She turned to look at us, blood splattered on her face as she let go of Chisaki, I started to pity him. “Anyone want to join him?” She scanned the crowd. 

“I do not need a pencil, I have no problem pulling out your fucking arteries and playing connect with them. Ask this guy.” She patted Shinsou on his back. I saw Chisaki trying to crawl to a gun and load it. 

Before I could think to look at her, she wastes no time turning and slamming her heel on the ground just beside his hand, a loud crack indicating she broke the wooden floor, the gun fell from his hand. 

“I missed~” Her sweet voice cooed. Why was this turning me on? Why with every unexpected turn I find the rush of adrenaline going to all the wrong places? 

She lifted her dress, hiking her knee off the floor and tilting her head. “Which part of you should I step on? Does my underwear look cute from down there?” She asked him before pivoting and stepping on his thigh. The four-inch heel tore through his flesh as blood splattered on her calves. His cry was even worse than before. 

But all I could think of was her in a lingerie with blood splatters of her torture session right now. 

“I want to keep him. He’s fun.” She looked at me after taking out her heel from his flesh, a fountain of blood started coating everything as she squirmed and dug her heel back where it was to stop the blood. 

“What a mess you’ve fucking made.” She continues to degrade him as she takes off the heel, leaving it inside him as she walks one barefoot towards me, her eyes empty and daring – whatever that was behind them, that was the realness of the woman who stood before me. 

“Tell me, Eraser, do I look better in black?”

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Hello, this is the obscure other :0 i dont have an official name to go by, but ive been called ob or obscure before so those work fine, or other things you would refer to me through (one time someone called me ghost :0)

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