#have someone to sit with me and make me food and eat with me and help me stay tethered and hold me a bit and smoke with me

[revelboo]

Waitng patiently for a new insecticons story (i love them so much, thanks to you. Please dont die)

I will try my hardest not to 🤣 I’m just on the struggle bus today

You (Don’t) Know Me Pt 7

Insecticons x Reader

• Wary as they watch you, it’s like they’re waiting on something. They’ve called you their queen more than once. Mentioned a coronation, though the details get a bit hazy, lost in the heated ache of need when they’d kissed you, when that one had gone down on you. Body flushing at that memory as you wiggle out from between Kickback and Shrapnel, pulling one of the blankets you’re sitting on up over your lap so everything isn’t just on display. “What if I don’t want to be your queen?” You ask slowly and the other two both look at Bombshell, tensing. Big guy is definitely the one in charge. “Hypothetically,” you add as his head tips.

• “Hypothetically, you’re of little value except as food if you’re not our queen,” Bombshell growls, long glossa curling around a servo to clean it. Aware of the way you watch him, grinning crookedly as his battle mask clicks back together. It’s a threat plain and simple, a hollow one. Those two idiots have at least partially bonded you. Forcing his hand. And after having you, he can’t really deny that he’s decided he wants to keep you, too. Had imagined a fierce queen, but maybe a soft queen that looks to him for protection wouldn’t be so bad. Someone who needs him. Who won’t curtail his plans.

• “This hive is only temporary,” Kickback says into the silence when you lean further away from all of them. “Not fit for a queen.” Antenna back, he leans over to lay his head in your lap, pretending he doesn’t notice when you tense. “We’ll do better. Bigger, more fitting for you.” Room for young, room to expand. Freezing when you hesitantly lift a hand and touch his antenna. Gently. So gently ghosting your fingers against him. Has anyone touched him like that before?

• Heck of a choice. Play queen of the scary, bug robots or be dinner. The big one had asked you to make demands. Seemed to expect it, like maybe you’re supposed to take charge. Play queen. Mouth dry as you toy with Kickback’s antenna to make him shiver and chirp against you, you can’t break Bombshell’s stare. The challenge in it. “This place is drafty. Dirty. Not a proper hive,” you manage, rolling with it and all three of them go still. Listening. “And I’m not eating that.”

• Struggling to suppress his laughter as Bombshell goes rigid in offense at your scorn, Shrapnel clears his vents noisily. Can’t help but grin, though. “Organics eat flesh,” Bombshell growls, sweeping his hand at the deer. And Shrapnel’s starving, but won’t touch it until you eat. ‘Not raw,’ you counter, little chin lifting. ‘Cook it.’ And he is laughing now, not even caring how angry Bombshell is, because this is too delicious. You’re figuring out your place. Taking charge like you’re meant to.

• Heart racing as Bombshell looms over you, there’s fear that maybe you pushed him too hard. That you pissed him off and he’s going to lash out. Instead he just stares down at you, seizes Shrapnel by one of the beetle-like horns jutting up from his shoulders and yanks him up as he hisses. Ordering him to dig a fire pit. And you shouldn’t get a little thrill out of being obeyed by them. You should be plotting your escape, not idly playing with Kickback’s antenna. Freezing when he loops his arms around you and presses his face against your stomach, venting.

Previous

[hrrtshape]

foods i ate in my better cr that now haunt my waking hours.

i have returned from the other side. the gilded penthouse doors have shut, the streets of new york have blurred into the mirage of memory, and yet......i am afflicted. by longing. by hunger. by the ghosts of meals past. my taste buds have been irreversibly colonised by another reality’s superior gastronomy, and now, in this lesser plane, i am left to rot, salivating over what i once had. let’s discuss.

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　[ i , ] that one bagel that was a religious experience :  i’m talking about the perfect bagel. a bagel so transcendent, it made me believe in fate. it had the perfect chew, the kind that fights back just a little before yielding to divine softness. a smear of scallion cream cheese, the exact right saltiness, balancing that toasty, malty warmth of the bread. try finding that exact bite in this reality....impossible. i am forever chasing the ghost of that bagel.

　[ ii , ] the $24 salad that ruined all other salads for me :  new york, in any reality, is an absolute menace for making you pay obscene amounts of money for food that, logically, should be cheap. and yet, this overpriced, greens-based epiphany had no right being so good. it had the perfect ratio of crunch to creaminess, crisp little gem lettuce, buttery avocado (in this reality i for some reason...liked avocados??? came as a surprise!), these impossibly thin radish slices that made me feel like i was eating couture. the dressing..... i don’t even know what was in it. it tasted like wealth, people. it tasted like i had stocks in something lucrative. now every salad i eat in this reality may as well taste like sorrow.

　[ iii , ] the pasta that might have been a love letter :  there was this tiny restaurant, candle-lit, the kind of place that only seats like 10 people at a time, where i ate the most immaculate cacio e pepe of my life. it was poetry in pasta form. each strand coated in a glossy, peppery, pecorino-laced sauce that clung to it with the devotion of a lover. the pasta itself was handmade. you could taste the craftsmanship. it made me want to sit down with the chef and ask what great tragedy in their life had led them to perfect this dish with such aching precision. because surely, no one cooks like that unless they’ve known longing.

　[ iv , ] the coffee that altered my brain chemistry :  i had a latte so good, i saw colours. it wasn’t just coffee. it was a sensory event. the milk was frothed to the exact texture of a daydream, the espresso was rich but not bitter, caramel-like but not sweet. it was served in a heavy, warm ceramic cup, the kind that makes you want to wrap both hands around it and tell someone your deepest secrets. it made me feel like a person who writes letters on expensive stationery. it made me feel like my skin was clear, like i had purpose. now....i drink coffee and feel nothing.

　[ v , ] the slice of pizza that was more than pizza :  new york pizza is a spiritual entity. the slice i had wasn’t just food. it was a promise. the crust had that perfect crisp-but-chewy balance, the cheese melted in strands of longing, the sauce tangy and bright in a way that could cure seasonal depression. i folded it, i took a bite, and for a moment, i understood the meaning of life. even with lily moaning next to me about how good it was. in this reality, i put frozen pizza in the oven and am met only with disappointment.

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i could go on..... i should go on. but the pain is too great. these meals have marked me forever, and now i am left to mourn them, to wander this reality’s restaurants like a forlorn ghost searching for something i will never find. if anyone needs me, i’ll be in the kitchen, staring at a sad, lesser bagel, wondering what could have been.

　until my next shift. 　　emma........

[00valentina-writes00]

Abby with gf who has an ed???

✞⛧ Abby Anderson with a girlfriend that has an ED ✞⛧

Tw: Mentions of ED

✞⛧ Abby notices before you even say anything. She’s observant, always watching you with those sharp, concerned eyes. At first, she doesn’t push, but she starts taking mental notes—how little you eat, how often you make excuses, the way your hands tremble when you go too long without food.

✞⛧ She’s so gentle about it. She doesn’t force you to eat or make you feel bad, but she always makes sure there’s food around. “I made extra,” she says casually, setting a plate in front of you. “Eat if you want.”

✞⛧ The first time you break down and admit you’re struggling, she just holds you. No judgment. No anger. Just strong, steady arms around you as she murmurs, “We’ll figure this out, okay? Together.”

✞⛧ She starts bringing snacks to share during patrols. “We gotta keep our energy up,” she says, handing you a protein bar. She takes a big bite of hers first, making a show of how good it is, hoping you’ll follow suit.

✞⛧ She’s so patient. Never makes you feel guilty. Never rushes your progress. Just steady, unwavering support.

✞⛧ She notices the way you stare at food sometimes, like it’s the enemy. The way you poke at it, move it around your plate, take tiny bites. It breaks her heart, but she never makes you feel ashamed.

✞⛧ When you’re feeling particularly low, she doesn’t ask you to eat—she just holds your hand, rubs her thumb over your knuckles, and reminds you she loves you no matter what.

✞⛧ She gets extra protective when she hears others making comments about food, weight, or body image. She hates that society still has a hold on people like that, even after the world ended.

✞⛧ If someone ever makes a rude comment about your eating habits, Abby sees red. “Mind your own fucking business,” she growls, stepping in front of you like a shield.

✞⛧ She takes time to learn everything she can about eating disorders. Finds old books, asks around, even talks to Yara about nutrition. Anything to understand what you’re going through.

✞⛧ She starts meal prepping with you, making it a bonding activity rather than a chore. “You don’t have to eat it if you’re not ready,” she assures you. “But let’s make something together, yeah?”

✞⛧ She makes sure your shared space is safe—no triggering conversations, no pressure, just love and understanding.

✞⛧ She learns the subtle signs of when you’re struggling—zoning out, irritability, dizziness—and steps in before things get bad. “C’mere, babe. Let’s sit for a second.”

✞⛧ She makes a habit of bringing you tea, especially when your stomach is hurting. “It’s warm,” she says, pressing the cup into your hands. “Just sip it, no pressure.”

✞⛧ If you have bad body image days, Abby will worship you. Kisses every inch of you, murmurs soft praises against your skin, makes sure you know how loved and beautiful you are.

✞⛧ When you have moments where you feel guilty about eating, she reassures you: “Food isn’t the enemy, babe. It keeps you strong. And I need you strong, okay?”

✞⛧ She’s a big spoon kind of girlfriend, always holding you close, always making sure you feel secure.

✞⛧ She starts cooking more, experimenting with different meals to find things that don’t overwhelm you. “Tell me what looks good to you,” she says, flipping through an old cookbook she found

✞⛧ If eating is too hard some days, she doesn’t push—you can just lay in her arms, and she’ll remind you that one bad day doesn’t erase all your progress.

✞⛧ She gives the best pep talks. “You’re doing so good, babe. Even on the hard days. I’m proud of you.”

✞⛧ If you’re feeling self-conscious about eating in front of others, she’ll make sure you have private meals together. “Just us, okay? No pressure.”

✞⛧ She’ll distract you during meals—talking about her day, telling you dumb jokes, playfully nudging your foot under the table—to take the stress off eating.

✞⛧ She makes sure you never feel alone in this. If you wake up in the middle of the night feeling guilty or anxious, she’s already pulling you into her chest, whispering, “I’ve got you.”

✞⛧ On days when eating feels impossible, she reminds you that small steps are still steps. “A few bites is still progress. I’m proud of you.”

✞⛧ She celebrates your victories, no matter how small. “You ate half of it? That’s amazing, babe.”

✞⛧ If you start spiraling, she grounds you—holding your face in her hands, pressing her forehead to yours, whispering, “You’re safe. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

✞⛧ She never lets you feel like a burden. “You’d do the same for me,” she reminds you when you apologize for struggling. “And I love taking care of you.”

✞⛧ If you ever relapse, she never gets mad. She just holds you close and says, “We’ll try again tomorrow, okay?”

✞⛧ She’s your biggest supporter, your protector, your safe place. And no matter what, she’ll always be right by your side.

[fl3shm4id3n]

ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟɪᴇꜱ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ɴɪʀᴀɢɪx ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴏꜱ (ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢ-ʜʏᴜɴ) x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴅᴏᴊᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ - ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ

Tw: talks about bullying, talks about manipulation, SMUT, public bathroom sex, oral (both giving and receiving), a bit of making out, voyeurism/exhibitionism (Thanos watching them), reader is described to have peircings like Niragi (eye brow, nose, tongue, nipples and clit), Jerking off, fingering, sharing in a way.

A/N: Is it obvious that I like the bathroom scene?

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Danger had always seemed to find you and your boyfriend, Niragi. First it was Alice in Borderlands, now theses games. You thought that you'll simply play children's game, but no. These games involved getting killed if you either didn't play them right or lost. It didn't brother Niragi the slightest, ever since Alice in Borderlands he had changed, a lot. You didn't blame him though, for years he had suffered bullying and all kinds of mistreatment. One day, he just snapped and became the guy he is now. Despite his somewhat cold and crazy self, he was still sweat to you behind closed doors. Not only that, but he was a possessive freak. He wanted everyone to know who you were with.

That's why he always had you either sitting on his lap or just had you near him. At all times. It never bothered you at all, you preferred it that way. It made you feel safe all the time. Sure, you got some stares from the other players, but you didn't care. You too wanted everyone to know that you and him were together.

That morning, or what you assumed was morning. You and Niragi were eating your food. But you couldn't help but notice how your boyfriend kept looking around the players, almost as if he was analyzing them. "People watching all of a sudden?" You asked, while looking at you. "Sort of." He responded, while he stared at that Thanos guy and that other guy who's always with him. "He caught your eye? Don't tell me my boyfriend wants a boyfriend." You teased, making Niragi chuckle and roll his eyes. "Nah, I only got eyes for you." He said, while turning to look at you. Giving you a smile. In which you couldn't help but smile and blush at the same time.

"You know, we're gonna need some allies." He said, that caught your interest. "Allies? How come?" You asked. "I mean, why not? Who knows what the next games are and I think it's good that we have other people besides us." He explained. Now that made sense. "Yeah, guess you're right." You said, then you looked at Thanos who was messing around with that friend of his. "I'm guessing you want him as an ally?" You asked. "I mean, why not. He's obviously not that bright and I can teach him the ropes." He said. "You mean, manipulate him?" You asked. "Most likely." He responded, you nodded your head. Understandingly.

Later on, you were all escorted to the next game. In which you needed five people. You and Niragi were discussing on who you should ask. All of a sudden, you heard someone call out to you. "Señorita, excuse me." You turned around and saw that it was Thanos himself with his goon and some other guy. "Lets play the game together." He said with such confidence it almost made you laugh. "Well, why should I?" You asked, somewhat playing hard to get. "Don't you know who he is? He's Thanos, the rapper." That guy spoke for Thanos. While Thanos did a small pose. "I'm gonna kill half of humanity with my raps." The guy said again, then his goon chimed in. "Hold on, a girl? We don't know what the game is." He asked, almost bothered by the fact that Thanos wanted a girl to join them.

"I, Thanos the great, will protect you."Thanos said, with a confident smile. "Right, Thanos." You said, while pretending to think. "So, have you got all the infinity stones?" You asked, still playing hard to get. "Of course!" He added. "I'm going to destroy anyone who gets in my way." He claimed and got close to you. "Just stick with me and you'll be safe. Okay?" He said, he was not going to let you go that easily. You nodded your head, but you continued your little charade. "As much as I want to, I'm teamed up with my boyfriend." You said, gesturing to Niragi who was standing there, watching the whole interaction. "No problem, who is it?" He asked, very determined to have you in his team. Regardless if you have a boyfriend or not.

You then moved away, revealing your boyfriend to him, who had a small smirk on his lips. Thanos stared at him for a bit. "What's your name?" He asked, Niragi quickly responded. "Niragi." He said. "He looks like a try hard." Thanos goon said, while trying to pull Thanos away, but Thanos didn't allow him to. He then walked close to him. "What's up, nice to meet you my brother. Welcome to the Thanos world." He said. Then he pulled Niragi into a bro hug. It was almost funny to watch in some way. "You're cute, come on." Thanos said, pulling Niragi with him. You couldn't help but chuckle when your boyfriend had been called cute by some guy.

While the first two groups went first, you and Niragi were having a small private conversation. "That was easier than I thought." He whispered. "Right, and here I thought it was going to be harder to get his attention. He just went in for the kill. Must be that confidence he likes to display." You said. "He made it easier for us." Niragi added. He was right, Thanos recruiting you both was easy. Really easy, but the difficult part was going to be brainwashing him into becoming Niragi's underling. This reminded you of Alice in Borderlands again.

After your team won the game, you were sent back to the lobby. That was where you all got to learn a bit about each other. From names an ages. You had lied, saying that you were much older than all of them, Thanos had Nam Gyu call you Noona. You didn't mind, as long as if that was what got you closer into manipulating Thanos, the better. When the food of the day was given, you and Niragi sat together alone. Thanos understood and let you guys do your thing.

"What an Idiot." Niragi said, while taking a bite from the small loaf of bread. "I mean, what else did you expect?" You asked your boyfriend. "Hm, I think they'll be a change of plan." He said, making you raise a brow at him. "Meaning?" You asked. "I saw the way he looked at you. He was practically undressing you with his eyes. He wants to screw you for sure." Niragi added. You did notice how Thanos would stare at you as if you were the only girl in the world. "So, what do you want me to do?" You asked. "Hm, flirt with him." Niragi said. That surprised you. "Just like that?" You asked. "I mean, look at him. He is practically drooling just by the sight of you. I can tell he has a weakness for pretty things like you. Nurture that weakness, be his strength and he'll worship you." Niragi said.

"What about you? You're a jealous and possessive freak." You added. "I know, but. Me and you both know that you belong with me and only me." He said, you couldn't help but smile. Then you gave Niragi a small peck, but Niragi didn't want a peck. He got a hold of the back of your neck and kissed you on the lips deeply. Shyly but confidently, you kissed him back. Both your tongues battling each other, you felt how your piercings were clanking against each other's. Sending shivers down your spine. You two were too focused kissing, that you didn't notice Thanos staring at you both.

30 minutes before bed, everyone got the chance to go to the bathroom. You were the last one to go, you were alone with Niragi, since the boy's bathroom was still packed. While you washed your hands, you felt how Niragi's hand running small circles on the small of your back under your shirt. "You know. It's been a while." He commented, while looking at you. "It has, hasn't it." You asked. While looking back at him. You took his hand and guided him into a stall. Once in the stall, you closed the door for some privacy.

Before you could do anything. Niragi pushed you against the wall. It surprised you a bit. You were then gently pushed down to your knees. Without hesitation, pulled his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung out, with small bead of precum on his tip. "Needy are we?" You asked, cockily, while licking your lips. Niragi then got a hold of his cock and placed the tip onto your parted lips. Like always, you sucked on his tip, then moved down his shaft. He groaned softly, biting his lip as you processed to move your head up and down. His eyes rolled at the back of his head. He then intertwined his fingers with your hair and held your hair tightly. You whined around his shaft, but you continued to bob your head up and down.

You made as much saliva as you could, trying to coat his cock as much as you could. Making it more sloppy before he began to thrust his hips. "You like that don't you?" He asked, slowly beginning to thrust his hips. You slightly gagged when you felt his tip beginning to hit the back of your throat. You stopped moving your head completely. You felt how Niragi then pushed your head on the wall, then got a hold on your hair with both hands beginning to thrust into your mouth a bit roughly but not to roughly. You shut your eyes and held onto his hips. You also felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, you wouldn't be surprised if your wetness bled through your pants.

All that was heard was yours and Niragi's breathing, as well as his sloppy thrusts into your mouth. "You loved getting looked at don't you? By that purple haired fucker huh?" He asked, while staring down at you, watching how his cock was disappearing into your pretty mouth. As he continued to thrust, you carefully stuck your tongue out, your piercings running on his shaft made his whole body shiver, god he loved it. He knew convicting you to get your tongue pierced was a good idea. You were both too busy that you didn't hear the door open and close, you both stopped when footsteps were heard. Niragi then pulled out of your mouth and placed his finger on his lips to stay quiet.

He then carefully, opened the door of the stall and peaked outside. It was none other than Thanos. Nigari then opened the door, exposing what you and him were doing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Thanos said, while staring at you. Seen you in such vulnerable position made his cock twitch. "No, you're just in time." Niragi said, making you look up at your boyfriend, who then turned to look at you with a cocky smirk. You knew that smirk far to well. He had something up his sleeve. "We don't mind being watched, right?" Niragi asked you, giving you a look to play along. "Yeah, we don't mind. We actually like it." You added, while Thanos continued to stare at you. His cock hardening. You saw how he gulped down some saliva that had build up in his mouth.

"You can stay and watch, if not. You can always go, but make sure you close the door." Niragi said, then we went back to you. Placing his cock back into your mouth and slowly thrusted. You moaned around him, but you looked up at him. He simply mouthed you to 'play along' in which you did. You continued to allow him to use your mouth as if Thanos wasn't there. To your surprise, you actually liked it. Getting watched by some guy, was a new huge turn on. Nigari had seem to notice, he then moved his leg between your legs, your wet clothed pussy was rubbing up against hi leg. He felt how wet you were. He knew that you liked getting watched. He also liked it too. For some odd reason.

The whole time, Thanos watched. Shamelessly. Ever since he saw you, he knew that he wanted you. He wanted to kiss you, touch you, obviously fuck you. But you had a boyfriend, those plans were on hold. Since he had wanted you, he had an idea. To get you on his side and have you leave your boyfriend for him. But again, those plans have changed. He watched how Niragi was fucking your throat, he wanted to do that. So bad. He couldn't help it, he pulled out his cock and processed to stroke himself. Watching you both. He spat on his hand and went back to stroking himself.

Fuck, it was hot. You then processed to take off your jacket, Niragi caught onto this, then the reached down and lifted your shirt, exposing your bra. In which he also pulled up. Your tits now on display, showing off your pierced nipples. Thanos got a good view of your tits, that made him drool like an idiot. He was a tits guy. He loved tits, specially with pierced nipples. He stroked himself faster. 'Fuck' He thought, as he stroked himself even more. The more Thanos stroked himself, the faster and harder Nigari thrusted, almost matching the same pace. You almost couldn't breath, but you could breath through your nose. Niragi was rough, but not this rough. Did he too also like getting watched? He must have, this was new. For the both of you.

Before you knew it, you felt Niragi cum. Right down your throat. You moaned around him, gagging and with eyes closed shut. You stated his salty and thick load. It's been a while since you have. After a couple minutes. Niragi pulled away from you, allow you to catch your breath properly. He then turned to look at Thanos, who he too had cum and his load was on his hand and jacket. "Fuck." Thanos said, while wiping his hand on his jacket. "We're not done here." Niragi said. Then you were picked up by your boyfriend, who then sat down on the floor, with you laying between his legs. Right in front of Thanos who watched the whole thing.

Once you were lying between Niragi's legs. He then pulled your pants and panties down, exposing your wet pussy to Thanos. "Pretty ain't she? Look, she's all soaked." Niragi purred, as he spread your legs wide, then spread your wet folds. Raveling your pierced and throbbing clit to Thanos. You felt embarrassed and humiliated, but it also turned you on. Thanos remained frozen, seen you like this did all sorts of things to him. It made him go crazy, he wanted to suck your tits as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. But what he really wanted, was to taste you. How did you taste like? Did you taste like heaven? He wanted to know. He couldn't help but lick his lips.

Niragi watched him, smirking by Thanos reaction. "You want to taste her don't you?" He asked, then he began to rub your clit, making you moan and arch your back by how he rubbed his your clit. Giving them tight and firm rubs. It made your legs shiver, you've missed his fingers doing all kinds of things to you. It was almost addictive. Niragi chuckled. "Don't be shy now, you know you want to." He encouraged the purple haired guy, who continued to stare at him rubbing your clit. You watched how Thanos practically threw himself onto the floor. On his stomach and crawled towards you. His head literally between your legs. He stared at your wet pussy, engraving it in his mind so that he doesn't forget it. Niragi watched, in amusement. Loving how Thanos practically looked like a dog begging.

"Go on. Don't keep the lady waiting." Niragi said to Thanos, without a moment going to waist. Thanos much latched onto your pussy. You gasped and moaned, you felt how his tongue and mouth were lapping at you. He was eating you like a dog that haven't eaten in days. "Ah!" You whined, shutting your eyes tightly as you felt him lapping at you even more. You also felt how Niragi continued to rub your clit, still firm but quick rubs. You also felt how his free hand went for your breasts, groping and pinching your sensitive nipples. You felt how he gently tugged at your piercing. Making you quiver. It didn't help that Thanos was now sucking at your clit and even biting the piercing. "You like that don't you? Of course you do." Niragi whispered in your ear, then gave your cheekbone a small kiss of comfort.

Meanwhile, Thanos continued to eat you out. Desperately and very greedily. He was enjoying himself, a lot. You could feel how his moans vibrated against you. It felt good, almost wrong. It felt like a betrayal to your boyfriend in a way. But at the same time, he allowed this to happen. Almost as if he wanted this to happen. It confused you. You gasp when you felt Thanos tongue hitting your sweet spot. "Ah! Fuck!" You whined, your back arching your back as much as you could. You felt how Thanos held you in place, he had a grip on your thighs. Keeping them spread to have as much access as he could. He was going crazy by the minute.

Niragi laughed, seen how Thanos was destroying you. He loved seen you like this. Even if he wasn't the one making you feel that way. "It's okay, you're close. I know it." He murmured against your ear, trying to comfort you. It was somewhat working, but you'd turn your attention back to Thanos, who was still devouring you. You felt an electric type shock hit your body. You were about to cum. "Oh! I'm!" You tried to say but you couldn't. "Go on. I'm sure he'd love to taste your orgasm." Niragi encouraged you. You couldn't help it, your thighs had tighten around Thanos head, keeping him place. He didn't seem to mind, he was more busy trying to get you to cum in his mouth.

Then you did, you've cummed and Thanos drank your orgasm. You let out a shriek slash moan of pleasure. Niragi watched the whole thing. He licked his lip, watching how Thanos drank your orgasm like as if it were water and the face you made as you cummed. He loved it, every bit of it. It was sick and twisted in a way, you probably knew that by now. Thanos then lifted his head up, breathing heavily. "So, how did her pussy taste like?" Niragi asked Thanos who had a weak smirk on his face. "Like heaven." Thanos said, still breathless. His face was nearly covered with your juices. Niragi smiled at Thanos response. Making allies was easy, even easier when you were involved.

[bunnyb0ne]

Isolated Memory

A short story from the better days. Eng/Rus versions. Sorry for any mistakes, I am not a native speaker, feel free to suggest and correct me <3

Its name is Yarnaby.

It is a big toy with a colorful yarn mane, heavy clawed paws, charming round eyes, and a wide goofy smile. It’s much bigger than a dog, but not taller than a horse, at least that's what they tell—Yarnaby itself has never seen horses, only in pictures, and there they are no bigger than its paws. It lives in a large room with walls sewn from scraps of soft leather. It often tears them up, leaving large marks on the floor, walls, and even the ceiling; this way, it sharpens its claws. There is a large warm dog bed in the room, which has been worn out for a long time, but Yarnaby still sleeps on it. There are also lots of pillows, toys, a table that you can jump on and it won't break, chairs that you can't jump on, and to not be tempted by them, Yarnaby always pushes the chairs to the corner farthest from the dog bed, using his head and paws. Not far from a large iron door with a small window, there is a cage where Yarnaby can only climb in by crouching down. There are bowls of food and water. When it's time to eat, and it usually comes at the same time every day, the cage closes, the bowls disappear behind the wall and fill with food and water, then reappear, and the cage opens. This means that you can eat. Yarnaby eats meat; it especially likes to gnaw and smash bones, eggs with shells, vegetables, and berries. Sometimes there are pieces of sweet chocolate in a mix. Yarnaby licks the bowl clean, especially if there is some sweet syrup, yolk, or blood residue at the bottom.

His name is the Doctor.

He's the one behind the wall filling Yarnaby's bowls. He takes it out of the cell once a week to take it to a smaller room, where there is already a basin, colored bottles, and a towel on the floor, which the Doctor uses to wipe Yarnaby after washing. Before sitting in the water, Yarnaby always tastes it, then carefully jumps into the basin, trying not to wet the Doctor, although he, having learned from past experience, puts on an apron beforehand. He gently combs through the yarn fur with his hands and talks with Yarnaby, and even though many of the words remain incomprehensible, everything immediately becomes clear from the tone of Doctor’s voice. When the Doctor is kind, he talks softly, and often asks Yarnaby questions. "Who's a good boy?" is one of them, and Yarnaby doesn't know why the Doctor repeats it. He's probably checking to see if his stuffed animal has forgotten the answer. But Yarnaby remembers. It opens its toothy mouth and purrs in a long, hoarse voice: "...Ya-a-arnaby...". Then the Doctor smiles, and Yarnaby becomes even happier. When the Doctor is angry, he talks, but not to Yarnaby, but to someone who is not in the room - or maybe it is an invisible being, and the Doctor snaps, screams and hisses, pulls the yarn painfully and pushes, and Yarnaby always feels very guilty. Sometimes the Doctor comes to feed it personally. He throws pieces of meat and sweet and sour berries when Yarnaby does something right. The doctor likes to start with simple tasks: sit, down, stand, voice, fetch, roll, near. Then they become more difficult: divide the toys by color, get food out of a narrow glass, name the objects correctly, read the words, and count to a hundred. Sometimes they even go into the playroom, where there are many different boxes, grids, tunnels, and ropes, and Yarnaby climbs to the top, runs after a small squeaking toy, and then grabs it in its jaws and brings it to the Doctor, where he examines a chick, a bear cub, or a kitten and throws it back on the playground—this means that now Yarnaby can chase it down and eat it. The Doctor has his own room. When he's there, Yarnaby can be around, but it cannot run, jump, or make noise. Yarnaby tries to play quietly when the Doctor is working: he sits at his desk and writes something, writes a lot, and then writes not on a piece of paper but on a computer, calls, writes more, sighs, and turns away from his notes. When Yarnaby gets bored of playing, it sits in a corner and watches the Doctor closely. Even if the Doctor doesn't pay attention to it, Yarnaby likes just looking at him and knowing he's there. When the Doctor turns to it, Yarnaby begins to play a cheerful tune coming from somewhere inside its body, and the Doctor smiles. The Doctor is all that Yarnaby has. And Yarnaby is all the Doctor has. Yarnaby doesn't have anyone else to talk to, and the Doctor likes to talk with his pet. Yarnaby listens with great interest, trying to catch every word.

"Doctor..."

"What?"

"Ba...ball."

"Not now. I'm busy."

"Work?"

"Yes. Don't bother me."

"But...ball. Long time..."

"I said don't bother me, Quinn—"

The Doctor turns to Yarnaby, anger and... confusion in his eyes? The Doctor blinks and rubs his face with his palm. He is tired. "Quinn?"

The Doctor's lower jaw tightens. Yarnaby feels a pang of fear but decides to ask anyway.

"Who is this?"

When the Doctor hears the simple-minded question, he blinks again, but this time longer, and grins, shaking his head.

"Oh...nevermind. Ball?"

Yarnaby's pupils get even bigger, and it jumps up, bringing the slobbery ball to the Doctor's feet. They play and play, and the strange nickname disappears behind thoughts of how much the Doctor loves Yarnaby and how much Yarnaby loves him.

His name was Quinn. But only the Doctor remembers it.

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Его зовут Ярнаби.

Он большая игрушка, с цветастой гривой из пряжи, тяжёлыми когтистыми лапами, очаровательными круглыми глазами и широкой забавной улыбкой на морде. Он гораздо больше собаки, но не выше лошади, по кр��йней мере, так ему говорят – сам Ярнаби никогда не видел лошадей, только на картинках, и там они все не больше одного его пальца. Он живёт в большой комнате со стенами, сшитыми из лоскутов мягкой кожи. Он часто рвёт их, оставляя большие следы на полу, стенах и даже потолке, так он точит свои когти. В комнате есть большая тёплая лежанка, давно потерявшая форму под весом Ярнаби, но никакого места уютнее он не знает. Ещё здесь много подушек, игрушек, стол, на который можно прыгать, и он не сломается, стулья, на которые прыгать нельзя, и чтобы в лишний раз не соблазняться, Ярнаби всегда отодвигает их в самый дальний от лежанки угол, толкая мордой и лапами. Недалеко от большой железной двери с маленьким окошком есть клетка, куда Ярнаби может забраться только пригнувшись: там стоят миски с едой и водой. Когда настаёт время есть, а оно обычно настаёт каждый день в одно и то же время, клетка закрывается, миски исчезают за стену и наполняются едой и водой, а потом появляются обратно, и клетка открывается. Это значит, что можно есть. Ярнаби ест мясо, особенно ему нравится грызть и крошить кости, яйца со скорлупой, овощи и ягоды. Бывают дни, когда его балуют, и прибавляют кусочки шоколада. Ярнаби вылизывает миску дочиста, особенно если на дне есть немного сладкого сиропа, остатки желтка или крови.

Его зовут Доктор.

Это он за стеной наполняет миски Ярнаби. Он выводит его из камеры раз в неделю, чтобы завести в комнату поменьше, где уже стоит таз, цветные бутылочки, где на полу лежит полотенце, которым Доктор обтирает Ярнаби после того, как моет, тщательно прочесывая руками всё, покрытое пряжей тело. Перед тем, как сесть в воду, Ярнаби всегда пробует её на вкус, потом осторожно запрыгивает в таз, стараясь не намочить Доктора, хотя тот, наученный горьким опытом, и так надевает фартук. Доктор что-то рассказывает ему, и, пусть многие слова остаются непонятными, но по тону голоса всё сразу становится ясно. Когда Доктор добрый, он разговаривает мягко, неспешно и часто спрашивает что-то Ярнаби. «Кто хороший мальчик?» - так звучит один из его вопросов, и Ярнаби не знает, зачем Доктор его повторяет. Наверное, проверяет, не забыл ли его плюшевый зверь ответ. Но Ярнаби помнит. Он раскрывает зубастую пасть и протяжно, хрипло урчит: «…Я-я-ярнаби…». Тогда Доктор радуется, и Ярнаби тоже становится ещё счастливее. Когда Доктор злится, он разговаривает, но не с Ярнаби, а кем-то, кого нет в комнате – или, может, это существо невидимое, и Доктор огрызается, кричит и шипит, больно дёргает за пряжу и толкается, и Ярнаби всегда чувствует себя очень виноватым.

Иногда Доктор приходит на кормёжку лично. Он бросает кусочки мяса и сладкие и кислые ягоды тогда, когда Ярнаби делает что-то правильно. Доктору нравится начинать с несложных заданий: сесть, лечь, встать, зарычать, принести мяч, перекатиться, идти рядом. Потом они становятся сложнее: разделить игрушки по цветам, достать еду из узкого стакана, правильно назвать предметы, прочесть слова и посчитать до ста. Иногда они даже уходят в игровую комнату, где много разных коробок, ре��ёток, туннелей и верёвок, и Ярнаби забирается на самый верх, бегает за маленькой пищащей игрушкой, а потом хватает её челюстями и приносит Доктору, где он осматривает цыплёнка, медвежонка или котёнка и снова бросает на площадку – это значит, что теперь Ярнаби можно догнать его и съесть.

У Доктора есть и своя комната. Когда он там, то Ярнаби может побыть рядом, но нельзя бегать, прыгать или шуметь. Ярнаби старается играть тихо, когда Доктор работает: сидит за столом и пишет что-то, очень много пишет, а потом пишет не на бумажке, а на компьютере, звонит, пишет ещё, вздыхает и отворачивается от своих записей. Когда Ярнаби наскучивает играть, он садится в угол и внимательно наблюдает за Доктором. Даже если Доктор не обращает на него внимания, Ярнаби нравится просто смотреть на него и знать, что он рядом. Когда Доктор поворачивается к нему, то Ярнаби играет весёлую мелодию, исходящую откуда-то изнутри его тела, и Доктор улыбается.

Доктор – всё, что есть у Ярнаби. И Ярнаби всё, что есть у Доктора. Больше Ярнаби разговаривать не с кем, а Доктор любит говорить. Ярнаби слушает с большим интересом, внимая каждому слову.

«Доктор…»

«Что?»

«Мя…мячик».

«Не сейчас. Я занят».

«Работа?»

«Да. Не мешай мне».

«Но…мячик давно не…»

«Я сказал не мешай мне, Квин-»

Доктор поворачивается к Ярнаби, в его глазах злость и…смущение? Доктор моргает и трёт ладонью лицо. Он устал.

«Квин?»

У Доктора напрягается нижняя челюсть. Ярнаби чувствует укол страха, но всё-таки решает спросить.

«Кто это?»

Когда Доктор слышит простодушный вопрос, он снова моргает, но теперь дольше, и усмехается, качая головой.

«О…неважно. Мячик?»

Зрачки Ярнаби становятся ещё больше, и он подскакивает, принося слюнявый мяч к ногам Доктора. Они играют и играют, и странное прозвище растворяется за мыслями о том, как же Доктор любит Ярнаби, и как же Ярнаби любит его.

Его звали Квин. Но об этом помнит только Доктор.

[livfastdieyoung69]

OH OH YK WHAT I NEED BAD? KO SIBLING X CODY OOOOO I NEED IT I NEEDDDD IT

NEW BEGINNINGS

(Cody Rhodes x Non-described!Owens!Reader, can be read as adopted or not)

Anger issues and complaining runned in the Owen’s family. It was what your family did, most of you on the side, but your brother, he did it for his literal career. Like seriously, Kevin just complained for a living- he got on a microphone and yelled. As jealous as you were, it wasn’t your gimmick unfortunately. The two of you grew up side by side, falling in love with wrestling together, and eventually even growing in the business together. Though you had pretty similar styles, Kevin loved being in the WWE and everything he stood for there, and you loved being in TNA, and all of the accomplishments you’ve made in the company.

Though you were on separate paths, whenever they happened to cross, you’d sit down and have lunch, or dinner, or whatever else you could manage and do what Owens’ did best- complain together.

“How’s working with all of the Bloodline guys, still?” You ask after taking a gulp from your soda. Before you can even finish, he’s rolling his eyes and groaning with a mouthful of cheeseburger.

“Still fucking terrible. There’s more of them! Like an endless amount, they just keep popping up out of nowhere, and the more that come, the crazier they fucking get,” His exasperated sound makes you laugh. “I’m serious!”

You shake your head while he takes another massive bite out of his burger.

“Who’d you just work with? Uh, what’s his name? That woo woo woo guy? Zak Ryder!” You nod, taking a bite of your own food after muttering the ‘You Know It’ part of the catchphrase.

“He’s Matt Cardona now- that’s his actual name. He’s a nice guy…a lot, but nice. Like so much, really, all smiles and enthusiasm all the time. When Chelsea won the title, he brought a replica the next day and everyone thought it was the real one.”

This was how it usually went- catch up through each others feuds and how annoying everyone else was, and eventually the chatter would die down and you’d eat for a little, and then someone would pick up an actual conversation. The only problem here though, was there was one more feud of Kevins you were trying to avoid, but it was kind of hard. He was a massive deal in the company and a massive part of Kevins life right now.

“I know what you’re doing.” Kevin states causally, leaning back in his chair after starting on his fries.

“What?” You try to laugh it off, but you don’t look up from your own plate.

“Cody. You don’t wanna ask me about him.”

“….I just figured you’d want to keep your mind off it with the match at the Royal Rumble coming up.” You try, but he shakes his head. That was still in a couple weeks.

“Dude. I know you’re a fan- you literally still have the shirt from when he did the Dashing thing years ago. You liked Stardust, you know who else liked Stardust? No one.“

“Okay, I get it, you don’t have to publicly shame me about it. You can complain about everyone else, that’s my exception.” The two of you are quick to go back to silence while you try to finish your meal, and he chugs down another soda. The man ate ridiculously fast, nothing could stop him.

“You know,” He broke the quiet again. “You would really like WWE. Paul keeps bugging me about talking to you.”

“So you’ve told me,” You shrug. “I don’t know. TNA’s my home at this point, I can’t imagine leaving.” A laugh rips through you at a sudden thought and he nods his head for you to continue. “Maybe, maybe if you got Cody to ask-“ His eyes close with a sigh, and he immediately starts shaking his head, which only makes you laugh harder.

“Don’t push it.”

That had been about a week ago. You’d both gone back to your regularly scheduled program, him on Fridays and you on Thursdays. His feud with Cody continued, with a whole bunch of shit happening over there, and you moved on to work with other TNA superstars. After another long Thursday night you’re ready to conk out from the very fun, but tiring, on top of the night of wrestling, celebration with Joe Hendry for his new, recent title win (you’d already given your condolences to Nic).

As soon as your head hits the pillow, your phone rings. And you know it’s Kevin because you had set his theme song for his ringtone.

“What’s wrong?” You answer on the first ring. It’s late, and this is unusual, the first thing your mind goes to is that something happened.

“Did you see the news?”

“What fucking news Kevin, you’re freaking me out-“

“WWE and TNA signed a contract, anyone can go anywhere,” He rushes out, your name following it. “Anyone can go anywhere.”

You aren’t even sure what to say, and the phone line goes quiet while you stammer before Kevin interrupts.

“I gave Paul your number- he wants you in the Rumble.”

And now, here you were. This was fucking crazy! Of the entire TNA roster, you, Joe Hendry, and Jordynne Grace had been picked to join the Royal Rumble. Everything was so different here, you could see why Kevin liked it. Everything reminded you of him, and to be able to see him this much was so great. You traveled together, for the first time since your teenage years, and with all of the excitement you felt that young again too.

The Guerrilla was packed. It was great to see people you had worked with in the past, like Naomi and AJ Styles, but it was also great to meet new faces. Maxxine Dupri was the nicest person you had ever met, and so pretty. And you finally got to meet Chelsea! She wanted to keep in touch in case Matt tried to take her actual belt next time, apparently she hadn’t known he bought the replica.

Right now, the women’s rumble was seconds from kicking everything off so it was mostly women in the area, but a couple guys were wandering around too. Joe Hendry had stayed near you, which both of you were thankful for, he was actually a pretty shy guy behind cameras and you hated being alone around so many people. Jordynne and Naomi were a lot more acquainted than you were with her, so they snuck off to the side to have a chat.

The match was quick to begin with Iyo Sky and Liv Morgan before others started to quickly fill in. Your number was later on, you’d gotten 22. You didn’t want to be so late, and had tried to fight Paul about it but he was adamant the crowd would be excited, plus you had enough spots behind you to stay in for a while. The crowd started to wear out in Geurilla, and eventually you found yourself in the small room everything led to, with about ten other entrants, Maxxine had just went through the curtain at number 14.

“So,” Kevin strolls up from behind you with a bowl of something from catering. “I don’t want to hear a single word of this. But I called in a favor.” Your eyebrows furrow as you turn to him, and he holds up a hand. “Not a word.” And then he walks out. What the fuck?

You don’t have time to think about that anyways, now you’re wishing Jordynne (number 19) good luck as the buzzer rushes. After her, is the great return of Alexa Bliss, who is granted the biggest pop so far, which Zelina Vega follows, and then all that’s left in front of you is the grey curtain covering the biggest opportunity you’ve received in your life.

That was both the longest and shortest minute and a half of your entire life, but when the crowd counts down, and the buzzer rings out, and your music starts playing, you’ve never heard anything louder. You fight to your last breath, and then you keep fighting. You make it pass Nia Jax’s mass elimination, and lots of other attempts, and somehow, its just you and Charlotte Flair. You give it your best, but the nerves get the best of you, and Charlotte ends up throwing you over the rope.

As disappointed as you are, you made it farther than you could’ve dreamed of, and as the fans yell for your attention while you walk back up the ramp, you can’t help but be proud. You walk through the curtain to find your fellow (past, and present) TNA stars cheering you on, and you’re too busy taking the praise with embarrassment and a shy gaze to the ground, that you don’t notice Kevins favor until you’re snapping a picture with HHH for media.

In all of his glory, standing directly across from you all the way across the room, is Cody Rhodes. Clapping. And staring at you, with that one smile. Y’know, the one, the Dashing Cody Rhodes shit eating grin.

“Oh my God, Kevin,” You mutter under your breath when the pictures are over and you can turn away. “What the fuck. Kevin. What the fuck.” Kevin is no where in sight, and Paul is laughing at you so hard.

“Heard you’re a pretty big fan,” You can hear him approaching from behind you and there’s nothing else you can do but face him and hope not to embarrass yourself any further.

“I’d say I’m an avid watcher, if that’s what you’d like to consider me, yes.” He’s still grinning at you like that, and it’s making this so much harder. The rest of the room is funneling out.

“Oh, okay, okay. Just a big Stardust fan, then?” Your lips purse into a fine line when you find you have no explanation.

“How much did he tell you, exactly?” God, you’re never coming back to this company ever again. Only to get back at Kevin for this. He shrugs.

“I’m just teasing, don’t worry,” His grin relaxed, and suddenly he looks more like the American Nightmare Cody, and his hand is resting on your shoulder. “I’m a pretty big fan, too. You were great out there.”

“Oh, I tried my best, thanks,” Your face is heating up again, and you try to push it off.

“Really, you were great. I hope I get to see you around some more.” You still can’t find any words, and the room seems to be getting hotter by the second. “Or, out of it either. Not to be this straight forward, and feel free to tell me to back off, but if you’re around tomorrow, I’d love to take you to dinner or something.”

“Uhm, uh-“ I’m between your sputtering you find yourself laughing. “You’re about to go fight to the death with my brother.” He laughs, looking down at his ring gear, and nods his head, because yes, he’s going to go beat the shit out of your brother.

“I’m guessing that’s a back off?” He looks back up through his eyelashes with the grin that makes you melt.

“No, no, please, bring him to hell and back.” You grin back, before nodding shyly. “Dinner would be great.” Before you have the chance to keep talking, Pauls calling him over, and he gives you an apologetic look and tells you somehow, he’ll get ahold of you before he rushes over to HHH. Kevin comes in shortly after, and laughs at you with no clue that his worst enemy thinks your fine as hell, and that you’re going to go chase Jey Uso down for his phone number. You sit in the Guerrilla for just a second longer and watch them both disappear behind the curtain before you run off to take a shower, and text everybody you’ve ever known that Cody Fucking Rhodes just asked you out.

Maybe you would be coming back to WWE a couple more times.

Wow look at me goooo it feels like its been so long since i wrote for Cody (prolly cuz it has been)

I’m hungry, sick, and tired but I’m ignoring all of my problems and sat down during raw and couldn’t stop so here you go ig

Enjoy this you probably wont get much more from me this month but im gonna try my best i think the seasonal depression hit me mostly last month but its supposed to snow on Wednesday so that’s when we’ll really see

[saebyeokbliss]

ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU— PART XIII.

synopsis: on a cold january day, you were worrying about the reason your girlfriend wasn’t texting back. when she finally does and asks to meet at your apartment, you’re met with heartbreak as she ends your relationship. no explanation. two years later, you run into her at a cafe with someone new. what are you to do?

warnings: brief mentions of death. cute cheol (i love him so much he's a lil sweetie), self-doubt, rude sae-byeok a little, some fluff actually, light angst

pairing: sae-byeok x fem!reader

Sae-byeok had been avoiding you.

It was obvious.

Before the kiss, she had at least acknowledged you at work—silent glances across the diner, the occasional mumble when passing by, the rare moments where her hand would brush against yours when reaching for the same plate. But now?

Nothing.

She barely looked at you. If she did, it was fleeting, like she was afraid too much eye contact might set something on fire. Conversations were clipped, interactions stiff. You weren’t even sure if she was mad at you or mad at herself. Maybe both.

And it was driving you insane.

It was getting close to closing time when the bell above the diner door jingled, and in walked Ji-yeong—Cheol trailing beside her, his small hand clutching hers tightly.

Sae-byeok, who had been wiping down the counter, visibly tensed at the sight of them.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Ji-yeong grinned, pulling Cheol toward an empty booth. “What? We can’t come visit you?” She plopped down into the seat and patted the spot beside her for Cheol to sit. “I figured it’s been a while since we had a nice, family dinner.”

Sae-byeok sighed, rubbing her temple. “Ji-yeong…”

“I want diner food,” Cheol chimed in, swinging his legs under the table. “And I wanted to see you.” His big brown eyes locked onto Sae-byeok’s, making her expression soften instantly.

She sighed, defeated. “Fine. But don’t cause trouble.”

Ji-yeong gasped dramatically. “Me? Cause trouble?”

Sae-byeok shot her a glare, but Ji-yeong only smirked, clearly enjoying herself.

And then she spotted you behind the counter.

“Ohh,” Ji-yeong said, dragging out the syllable like she had just uncovered a great secret. She leaned toward Cheol, whispering something in his ear.

Cheol’s eyes lit up. He perked up in his seat, waving enthusiastically in your direction. “Noona!”

You smiled, walking over to their table, dish rag still in hand. “Hey, Cheol,” you said warmly. “You here for dinner?”

“Yup! You should eat with us,” he said earnestly.

Sae-byeok stiffened. Ji-yeong grinned.

“Oh, that’s a great idea,” Ji-yeong said, her voice dripping with mischief. She turned to Sae-byeok, her eyebrows waggling. “Right, Sae-byeok? Since her shift is basically over, she should totally eat with us.”

Sae-byeok shot her a glare that could have melted steel. “Ji-yeong—”

“Please?” Cheol added, giving Sae-byeok the same wide-eyed look that always made her fold.

Sae-byeok sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Fine.”

Ji-yeong beamed in victory.

You tried not to smirk.

Sitting down with them felt almost natural, like slipping into something familiar.

Cheol was practically vibrating with excitement, kicking his feet beneath the table as he babbled about school, his favorite cartoons, and how Ji-yeong had let him eat ice cream before dinner (which earned Ji-yeong a very pointed look from Sae-byeok).

Ji-yeong, of course, took every opportunity to tease Sae-byeok, nudging her under the table whenever she got too quiet.

And you?

You couldn’t help but steal glances at Sae-byeok, watching the way her usual cold exterior softened when she looked at Cheol. Watching the way she tried (and failed) to hide her amusement at Ji-yeong’s antics. Watching the way her shoulders slowly relaxed as dinner went on, like she was allowing herself to enjoy this moment, even if just for a little while.

At one point, Cheol got ketchup all over his cheek, and you instinctively reached over with a napkin to wipe it off.

“There,” you said, smiling at him. “All clean.”

Cheol beamed up at you. “Thanks, Noona!”

Sae-byeok stared.

She didn’t mean to. But something about the way you interacted with Cheol—so effortlessly, so warmly—made something inside her ache.

It wasn’t just Cheol.

It was Ji-yeong too. You laughed at her stupid jokes, she laughed at yours. The way you fit so naturally into this moment, like you belonged here. Like you had always belonged here.

And maybe, once, you had.

A long time ago, before she messed everything up.

Before she left.

She swallowed hard, looking away.

Ji-yeong caught it, of course. She didn’t say anything—just smirked into her drink, nudging Sae-byeok under the table again.

Sae-byeok ignored her.

By the time dinner was over, the tension in Sae-byeok’s chest had twisted into something different. Something she didn’t want to name.

Because watching you with Cheol and Ji-yeong, hearing your laughter mix with theirs, seeing the way you fit so seamlessly into this moment—it reminded her of something she had tried so hard to bury.

She was falling for you.

Again.

Like she had never stopped.

And that terrified her.

Because she knew—no matter how much she wanted to pretend otherwise—she didn’t deserve this.

Didn’t deserve you.

But damn it, she wanted to.

More than anything.

You weren’t expecting her.

After dinner, after the way Sae-byeok had spent the entire night not looking at you, you figured she was going to keep avoiding you. That the wall she had built between you two was too thick, too heavy with guilt to be broken down.

But then, just past midnight, there was a knock at your door.

You hesitated before opening it, pulse quickening when you saw her standing there��hair slightly disheveled, hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket, eyes filled with something unreadable.

She looked nervous.

Sae-byeok never looked nervous.

“…Hey,” you said softly.

She shifted on her feet, glancing down at the ground before meeting your gaze. “Can I come in?”

You stepped aside without a word, closing the door behind her as she walked in. She didn’t sit down. She just stood there in the middle of your apartment, arms crossed, shoulders tense.

Like she was bracing herself for something.

You swallowed. “Sae-byeok, what’s going on?”

She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I need to tell you why I’ve been avoiding you.”

You folded your arms, leaning against the couch. “I figured it was because of the kiss.”

She flinched slightly but didn’t deny it. “It’s… more than that.”

Silence.

Then, finally—

“I don’t think I deserve to be with you.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut.

You stared at her, heart tightening. “What?”

Sae-byeok’s jaw tightened, and when she spoke again, her voice was raw, like she was forcing the words out despite every instinct telling her to keep them buried.

“I told you everything,” she said. “About Deok-su. About the games. About the people I—” She stopped, shaking her head. “I’ve done things, terrible things, and I don’t want you to be with someone like me.”

You took a step forward. “Sae—”

“I killed him,” she interrupted, her voice harsh, almost desperate. “I stabbed him in the heart and watched him die, and I don’t regret it. I don’t regret any of it. And that… that scares me.”

Her breathing was uneven now, her hands clenched into fists. “I wanted to believe that if I kept you at a distance, if I didn’t let myself feel this, then maybe it wouldn’t matter. That maybe I wouldn’t have to face the fact that the person you think I am—the person I want to be when I’m with you—isn’t real.”

She swallowed hard, finally looking at you again. “You deserve someone better.”

You stared at her for a long moment, letting her words settle.

Then, without thinking, you crossed the space between you and grabbed her face, pulling her into a kiss.

She stiffened at first, like she hadn’t been expecting it, but then she melted into you, her hands gripping your waist as if she was afraid you’d disappear. The kiss was deep, slow, lingering—filled with every unspoken word between you.

When you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against hers, your breaths mingling in the quiet space between you.

“I wasn’t dwelling on any of that,” you whispered.

She blinked, lips slightly parted. “What?”

“I wasn’t sitting here thinking about what you did in the games, or about Deok-su, or about anything else you’re torturing yourself over,” you said. “The only thing I was thinking about after that kiss was how much I missed you.”

Her breath hitched.

“I spent two years thinking I’d never see you again,” you continued, your voice trembling slightly. “Two years wondering why you left, wondering what I did wrong. And then you kissed me, and for the first time in years, I felt something again. And now you’re standing here, acting like I should hate you, but all I want to do is—”

You kissed her again, softer this time, slower.

When you pulled away, she was looking at you like she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“…You shouldn’t forgive me so easily,” she murmured, but her hands were still gripping your waist, like she couldn’t bear to let go.

You smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Too bad.”

She let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like a laugh, and for the first time in a long time, her shoulders relaxed.

Neither of you spoke for a moment. You just stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the weight of the past slowly lifting.

Finally, she whispered, “I don’t know how to do this.”

You squeezed her hand. “Then we’ll figure it out together.”

And for the first time in a long time, Sae-byeok let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, she deserved this after all.

taglist: @monroesturnns@everly-summers-solace@holyshtimgay@knfthxv@delfinadolphin@madebysae@jetaimeeeee@m0rtifiedg0th@katieschry1@erika-mon2-blog@tcvazq

[ducksido]

Dating Ace Trappola Headcanons

(To hold you off, his post should be up at 6pm aedt)

Endless Teasing – Ace lives to tease you. Whether it’s playfully mocking your bedhead in the morning or calling you “cute” just to see you flustered, he loves getting a reaction out of you. But the moment you tease him back? He’ll act all dramatic like, “How could you betray me like this?!”

Casual but Sweet – He may not be super romantic in the traditional sense, but he shows he cares in little ways. If he buys himself snacks, he always grabs your favorite too. If you’re tired, he’ll offer you his shoulder (while pretending it’s no big deal).

Competing in Everything – Whether it’s who can eat more takoyaki, who can get a higher score in a game, or even who can come up with the best insult for Crowley, Ace turns everything into a competition. It’s all in good fun, though—unless you actually beat him, in which case he’ll demand a rematch.

Flirty but Gets Flustered Easily – He’s got game… until you turn it on him. If you flirt back or catch him off guard with a compliment, his face goes bright red, and he’ll try (and fail) to play it cool. “Pshh, whatever! It’s not like I was blushing or anything…”

Random, Impulsive Dates – Ace is the type to drag you out for a date with no warning. “C’mon, let’s go to Sam’s shop and blow our madol on junk food!” Expect spontaneous adventures, whether it’s sneaking into a fancy event for free food or convincing you to break curfew “for the thrill of it.”

Acts Tough but is Lowkey Protective – He’s all talk about how he’s the one looking out for you, but the moment someone actually messes with you? He’s stepping up with a cocky grin, ready to talk (or fight) his way through it. “Hey, back off, loser. They’re with me.”

Super Clingy When Tired – He’s usually a ball of energy, but when he gets sleepy, he clings onto you. If you’re sitting down, he’ll rest his head on your shoulder. If you try to move? “Noooo, don’t gooo… just five more minutes.”

Nicknames Galore – You never just get called by your actual name. It’s always something like “Dummy” (affectionate), “My favorite sidekick”, or “Ace’s #1 Fan”. If he’s feeling especially soft, he might slip in a sweet nickname and immediately try to act like it was nothing.

Late-Night Talks – On nights when neither of you can sleep, he’ll send you a message like “U up?” and somehow, you both end up talking about the most random things—what you’d do with a million madol, whether ghosts can be scared of humans, or what kind of pranks you should pull on Deuce tomorrow.

Jealousy? Him? Pfft—Okay, Maybe. – If someone flirts with you, he’ll act all nonchalant like “Oh, you have such great taste in admirers.” But the second you reassure him or tease him about being jealous? “What? Me? Jealous? HA. As if. …But seriously, you’re mine, okay?”

He Loves Seeing You Smile – Ace won’t admit it outright, but nothing makes him happier than making you laugh. If he notices you’re feeling down, expect goofy antics, dumb jokes, and all kinds of distractions just to see you smile again.

[thehollowwriter]

It's been 10 billion years and writing is slow sooooo sneak peek for Lamentations part 7 finally! I'm not finished yet but ya'll need something

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Key: Regular text is for the present. Italics is for flashbacks, bold is for journal entries

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"Raine, if you set the traps like that it won't work."

Silas' voice was soft and patient, but tired.

"I-I know, sir, but Timo's shit at explaining what to do!" Raine said, provoking an annoyed "Hey!" from the cuttlefish in question.

"It's not my fault you don't listen!"

"I do! You just think nonsense yappin' makes any kind of sense! You just drone on and on!"

"I do not!"

"Quiet." Silas hissed, harsher than intended, and took in a sharp breath as his two youngest hires went silent and glared at each other.

"Raine, I'll show you."

It took a few tries and a few snarky comments from Timo (who, freshly 19, seemed to have found himself a bit of sass), but Silas managed to break it down in a way Raine could understand."

She eventually got it, and the blue rings covering her body lit up brightly. "I did it! I did it! Thank you, Mister Silas!"

Raine was only twenty and very new, but she had an energetic dedication to learning that Silas very much appreciated.

Silas nodded at the two mers and began making his way back home, absentmindedly going over the earlier events.

He had to repeat himself and correct Raine a number of times, and Raine looked to be on the verge of tears, muttering apologies and bunching up her tentacles in shame.

"Calm down, it's fine." Silas told her every time, though in retrospect, he probably sounded much harsher than intended. However, if he could pat himself on the back for anything, it would be the fact that he was leagues better than he was in his youth.

Younger Silas was controlling and impatient, snapping and snarling at the hunters Lady Roda had paired him with, frustrated at them for being unable to keep up or follow every demand. He probably would have made Raine burst into tears.

...No, he definitely would have made Raine burst into tears.

Silas came to the large, cave-like rock he called his home and swam inside, shutting the large limestone door behind him.

Before going back to writing, though, Silas turned down the hall to a different room and peeked inside. He stared for a while, then nodded to himself and left.

Then he returned to his office, if you could really call it that. It, just like every room in the "house", was just a big space carved into a rock with a curtain of seaweed acting like a door (a definite downgrade to the nice limestone front door painted light blue)

Inside, there was a desk with some files in the drawers and pictures on the walls, and that was about it.

Silas rummaged around to pull out his little life story and placed it on the desk, sitting down with a heavy sigh.

I struggled after the loss of my grandfather. While I did start spending less time in my room and more time with Morrigan or hunting, I still didn't eat much. I'd pick at my food, often leaving the fish basically whole, the crabs with most of their legs, and so on.

That scared Morrigan, I think. He didn't want me to go back to how I used to be before my hospital stay, sickly and malnourished.

"Silas, please," He'd say, his tones inches away from becoming hysterical. "You need to eat. I-I know it's hard, but you can't- you can't-"

Then he'd shake his head and mumble to himself. Back then, I don't think I appreciated his fear like I should have. I was mourning and hurting, and my partner was, in my eyes, insinuating that I was weak in some way. I never said anything, but it angered me.

If I think of it now... it's scary, seeing someone you care for in so much pain. It was stressed to me that if I hadn't gone to the hospital, I would have died sometime or later.

I didn't... care that much. I'm used to death. To almost dying.

But Morrigan wasn't. Morrigan, though he wasn't necessarily happy or well-treated, was sheltered from death and other forms of suffering for most of his life. The news was like a punch to the gut to him, and after my discharge, he would hover around me whenever I ate.

It... it must have scared him when I stopped eating.

"I don't want to see you hooked up to an IV again," He'd whisper. "You were so sick I... I don't want that to happen to you again."

It's strange to think about how something so normal for me was so horrifying to Morrigan.

In hindsight, though, he was right. I hated my time in recovery, but I'm glad it happened. I don't think I would have recovered from this loss if I hadn't.

Things got better. Slowly. The soul crushing grief I felt lightened. I started eating more, and Morrigan's relief was hard to miss. I felt more alive.

There is a hole in me. It can't be filled, but... it's not so gaping and consuming anymore.

-End (for now)

...........................................

A/N: Welp I hope you guys enjoyed this little snippet! I frankly am very very inexcusably late for an update abdndndnffn

Tagging: @distant-velleity @br3adtoasty @rainesol @theleechyskrunkly @jovieinramshackle

@galaxies-and-gore @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @officialdaydreamer00 @krenenbaker

@offorestsongs @kitwasnothere @elenauaurs @boopshoops @inotonline

@1dont-really-know @kazumify @minteasketches @elysia-nsimp @skrimpyskimpy

@casp1an-sea @offorestsongs @tixdixl @poisoned-pearls @the-trinket-witch

@ramshacklerumble @ghostiidasponk @thegoldencontracts @sillyslipperybananapeel @cloudcountry

@skriblee-ksk @twstinginthewind @lumdays @theolivetree123 @natsukishinomiyaswife

@authoruio @jewelulu @raguiras @moonyasnow @skibidibabygirl

@quartztwst @yuizenihaswriten @oya-oya-okay @kirans-wonderland @coffinkissez

@idikeis @s-t-y-x @minutewondertwist @random-twst-and-oc-stuff

[gearsandhammers]

YOUR KIDS WOULD BE BEAUTIFUL : JAYCE TALIS X M!READER

synopsis : you're meeting jayce's mom, ximena for the first time. you and ximena bond while making dinner, and as you all sit down to eat, ximena inquires about.. the future.

warnings / tw : talks abt having kids , i don't know which flavor of latino he is so now he's mexican cuz yes , i didn't put much thoughts into how children worked cause obviously adoption but they wouldn't look alike anyway don't think about it too much , really short cause i was sick , jayce is such a baby i love him sm , grammarly is my beta

pairing : jayce x male reader | m/m

author's notes : i don't think about jayce all that much cuz vik is my pookie, but it's kinda refreshing writing jayce scenarios. sorry i got sick in the middle of writing this, that's why it's really short.. also, i'm not latino all i have is 5 years of spanish so i apologize if anything i wrote is offensive or something 😭

Jayce talks very highly of his mom. They're very close, especially having that experience in the snowstorm. Jayce loves his mom, she's basically his best friend, and maybe tied with Viktor.

You and Jayce stand in front of their door, Jayce's hand on your waist and your hand hesitantly raised to the knocker.

"I know it's cliché or whatever, but what if she doesn't like me..?" You look up at him, and he smiles back at you, with his adorable frickin tooth gap.

"I promise, querido, she's going to love you, maybe as much as I do," he replies. You take a deep breath and nod. You take the knocker and let it drop on the door several times. The door swings open almost immediately as if she were waiting at the door for you two.

"Cariño! Hello, hello! Come in, please." She shakes your hand before pulling you and Jayce into a hug.

Jayce sits down at the table as you and Ximena dance around the kitchen, working your magic with a startling amount of chemistry.

· ─ ─ ─ < ⟨ ⚙︎ ⟩ > ─ ─ ─ ·

About half an hour later, you all sit at the table, spread with plates and bowls of heavenly-smelling foods─ tamales, pozole, and other traditional foods. As you all eat, you chat idly about Jayce's childhood, and Ximena shows you photos of him as a baby.

"He was so cute as a child. Not to say he isn't now." She laughs. You turn to him and flash him a smile.

"Yeah, he is." Jayce playfully swats your arm and Ximena grins.

"On the topic of children.." She adds, and you and Jayce freeze, startled. "You two would have such beautiful children if that was possible. But either way, adoption is one of the most wonderful deeds someone can do for a child who's lost their parents." She continues. Jayce buries his face in his hands, turning beet red. You turn a similar shade of pink, looking in between him and Ximena.

"Uhm, it isn't really something we've talked.. or thought about. But it's always a possibility." A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, and you look up at Jayce. He peeks at you through his fingers before lowering his hands to reveal his bright red face, his adorable toothy smile, and his tooth gap that always makes you giggle. You admire him, he takes care of you and Ximena so well. He would be an amazing dad.

"Yeah, maybe kids would be nice."

sorry this one was so short, i got sick and didn’t want to write something that just sounded dogshit so i tried to just tie it off before i went cuckoo, anyways hope you enjoyed! xo, kai <3

[itslouisan]

Ok that's actually so fucking sweet? Tysm for the tag Dark ^^

1- last song: Drop pop Candy - Vivid BAD SQUAD and Internet Overdose

2- Last Book: well if manga counts I'd be Mob Psycho 100 volume 1 (love that manga and just got my hands on the first vol)

3- Last movie: the shining!! I actually wanna make lots of posts on it since I loved it, I definitely recommend it for anyone looking for a old horror movie experience and some psychological discomfort, like, not gonna extend much, but as a victim and someone who lived with someone similar to Jack, THIS MOVIE GOT ME ON THE EDGE OF MY SIT

4- last tv show: The midnight gospel!! I actually rewatched the last ep for inspiration for a podcast I'm writing myself, plus, it's a moment in my life I need to brace myself for imminent grief, of loss of people but also of changes in life, things that will never come back to be like they were before, and that episode just..helps me a lot, I definitely recommend the show and I'd LOOVE to discuss it with people

5- last thing searched: "does Adult Swim still exist as a Cartoon Network segment?" Yeah it's bc of an iceberg I was making

6- Favorite color: purple and crimson. Like purple is a color so tied to important aspects in my life but also a color that kinda always brought me comfort and defined me, so deep, so understanding, connected to creativity and spirituality...and well crimson is so elegant and unique, a shade of red no other shade can compare to

7- Sweet/Savory/Spicy: SWEEEEEEET like I have this gigantic sweet tooth, while I was studying I munched on chocolate chips to keep going, every weekend when I visit my dad, he lives in a japanese street, and in there there's this famous cafe and ALWAYS when I have enough money I run to the cafe and I get a new york roll pistachio flavored and a boba from a nearby store and eat it happily, sweets give me life.

Also spicy food can die in hell, it's just pain no joy.

8- relationship status: dating for almost a year now!! I'm very happy and do imagine a future with the person I'm with, we're actually going to an LGBT exposition, it'll be fun ^^

9- looking forward to: creating more things and talking more to my moots. I mean I know so many amazing people and I'd love to know more about them, show them I care and support their projects, and..include them in my own things, also I'd love to create more in terms of writing, streaming and cosplay

10- Current Obsession: oh boy..bleach, Rick and Morty, Epic the musical and Cult of the Lamb

I actually managed to watch all 7 seasons of Rick and Morty in 3 days (only skipping some terrible eps like the horse one and the dragon one bc wtf) and I can't wait to talk more abt the show!! I'm playing cult of the lamb like I'll die if I don't and I'm actually making a goat cosplay from scratch!!

Epic kinda ignited my love for history and mythology as a whole and I can't stop listening to it, my favorite saga? Circe's saga.

And as for bleach..it never fully vanishes

Now I'mma tag blogs of people I'm not moot with but I'd love to meet, talk to, know more of (if it's not a problem) and then my actual moots

Not moots:

@isa-ghost @kdpartworks @strawberry-spectre

@stoopidpigeonxx @postcrashcurly

Moots <3:

@out-of-the-curve @evilheart12 @luz374 @syndicatedsystem

'Ten people I'd like to get to know better!' game tagged by @vanilla-phantoms

last song - I/ Me/ Myself by Will Wood but. Kasane Teto cover

last book - Howl's moving castle by  Diana Wynne Jones

last movie - My best friend had us watch one of the one piece movies, I'd not know which one though

last tv show - I just rewatched Bee and Puppycat again

last thing I searched - Google translate lol 🧍‍♂️

favorite color - Purple

sweet/savory/spicy - Sweet but not too sweet, just the right amount

relationship status - single

looking forward to - Spring! Please!

current obsession - Wolf359 has been taking up the majority of my brain but also Para Pente since I started rewatching it

Tagging: @dinatela, @historyofmemes, @houstondoyoucopy, @transkepler, @st-peculiar

[jakekazansky]

What’s the point of scheduling a delivery for later if you’re going to make it and deliver it now???????

[lupismaris]

..

[jorvikzelda]

speaking of yearning. god i cannot wait (like literally) to go home with the cat. it will make my whole life better… like all of it

[floral-hex]

woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.

[anyoldfandom]

The problem with starting to think about the Pack more is the fact that now I want to grab Skalamander the same way I grabbed Bobo like. My house now. I want to use your character potential.