#i don't hate it or anything it's just not something i think about since i don't wear any

[mindless-existence1]

Everyone writes Sukuna as the dom who has neither degration or praise given to him. But he is actually a KING. Who else desires praise more than king?

Authors note: So in my mind I headcannon that Sukuna actually fucking hates sex with prostitutes and literally just has sex to blow off steam but then he has sex with reader and gets his shit rocked by praise.

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Sukuna who most definitely doesn't think anything can get to him. He's been with hundreds of people that are just there to serve their king. But then all of the sudden its you and he finally sees the appeal of sex past just receiving stress.

Sukuna can't wrap his head around him being in anything other than the leadership role. He's the KING of Curses how else would it be.

But then you utter a simple "fuck Kuna doing so good." And he's fucking frozen. He can tell you don't even say it with a fully clear mind, already fucked out of it.

But the way you say it all out of breath and moan the words all pretty. He looses it. It causes the first moan he's let out in a long ass time bubble in his throat and threaten to spill.

He chooses to ignore the hot feeling he gets from you saying that. But it does get to his head quick.

Sukuna who almost considers just gagging you every time you fuck so there's no way from you to say such things, but the want to hear your moans outways it.

So there you are back at it and this time you've slipped up a few times. Letting out a broken "doing so good for me." And "so hot like this, gets me going seeing you like this"

It's not his fault he can't help it! Sukuna starts fucking you with earnest just to hear you say something about him and hopefully good is also in that sentence.

"Feel amazing inside me, you're so perfect." You say it fucked dumb and all dreamy but it wrecks him.

For the first time since he was young, Sukuna started to moan. Like really moan, not grunts, groans, or anything in between. But boarder line whimpers.

They tore from his throat without his control but he couldn't give a shit when you mumbled "sound so pretty"

Sukuna knows getting praised makes him a pussy and moaning just worsens the deal. But is it really so bad when it's coming from your sweet lips?

When Sukuna comes he leans towards your bent over body and whines into your skin. It's muffled and low but you don't miss it. He watches the liquid seep out around him and all he can do is smear it into your skin.

Sukuna notices the smug grin plastered on your fucked out face. Normally he'd yell something about you being a brat but he really can't bring himself to care. Because for the first time in a while he's seen a different side of himself.

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Ive had this shit in my drafts for a long ass time so it's finally seeing the light of day

[melminli]

BANG BANG BANG lll

summery - thanos was always just such an easy person to argue with. you really hated the guy and that was something that was never going to change, even if your life was on the line and it fucking was.

pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader

word count: 2.8k

contains: violence, drug use and addiction, dark content - just usual squid game stuff really

a/n: many wished for a part 3, so here you go!

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Money, money, money - must be funny, in the rich man's world? And you know what, it probably was. Though, it wasn't as if a single fucking person in this room would know that. Otherwise, you all wouldn't be here in the first place, would you now?

There were a few among you who couldn't shake off the desire to understand those lyrics, even if it meant risking your lives for it. Well, and by a few you meant more than half of the people around here. You would bet that they would put even more on the line if they had anything else, but no - your own life was all you had and maybe well, the life of the others around you.

All it took was stuffing a few banknotes into a golden piggy to make all the other pigs hope that it could be them up there - that they could be the lucky person that got the money. It seemed to be true, you could take people's lives but not their stupid hope. The one thing that would still be the demise of many, it had to. The prize money wouldn't increase without their sacrifice, after all.

Everyone knows how stories like that ended. You know, the ones where desperate people fight against each other for a chance? Watching all the glowing faces when the prize money was announced after the first game ended, was like watching a beaten-up dog that someone put outside - only to lure it back into the house with a bowl of food. It was just sick. Well, at least it made you sick.

Your lower lip wouldn't stop quivering and you tried to stop it by biting it, but to no avail. You were sweating while still freezing simultaneously and you were very much familiar with the signals your body was trying to send you. However, you tried to ignore them as best as you could, just like you did with everything else right now.

“Hey, you're really not going to talk to me? What if I die in the next game and the last thing you did was ignoring me?” Thanos' incredibly annoying voice spouted some bullshit again as he leaned against your bed while standing up. He had been trying to get your attention for a while now but you were stubborn and continued to show him your back. He raised an eyebrow questioningly as he nudged you with his hand. “Do you really want this on your conscience? Hey, are you serious? I thought that -”

Thanos stopped what he was saying when you turned aggressively to face him with a rather angry look on your face. He slowly brought his hand back to him as your eyes continued to glance at him with that look. “No, you don't think and that's the problem.” you spat out the words full of venom and tried to control yourself when your eyes shifted to the blue label with the circle on his chest. “Why should I care if you die in the next game, huh? You obviously want to keep playing, you -” and you searched for a word to curse him out, but there just wasn't one that could wrap up your feelings at this moment.

It happened again - he took another chance away from you to just live your life. Maybe it wasn't entirely fair of you to blame him when it was a whole group of people who had voted to stay here, but you stopped caring about what was fair a long time ago. “Whatever, nothing matters anymore anyway.” you laughed out in exasperation as you ran your shaky hand over your face. “I'm going to die next round anyway, but I guess that suits you pretty well, huh? You know, since that means that another 100 million won goes into your pretty piggy bank?”

It was a large sum of money, no question, but - was your life really only worth that much?

Thanos grabbed your arm in annoyance as he shook his head in disbelief at what you were saying. You weren't just a sum of money to him and he didn't understand why you would think that. Yes, he admitted that he fucked up all the time and he had never been the best friend to you, but - if there was one thing, one person that he could care about - that would be you, no questions asked. He still did after all these years, even if he didn't say it, even if he did it in his own twisted way. “Are you crazy? Stop talking stupid shit, you're not going to die!” He exclaimed angrily, not even considering that as an option. “If you'd just stop being so fucking stubborn and join my team, you'd know that too.”

You laughed. “What team? You and your little boyfriend back there?” you asked him as you looked at the guy a little further behind you. He seemed like a good tag-along waiting for his boss. How cute, you were about to throw up. “I doubt you two idiots are going to increase my chances of staying alive.”

Thanos looked at you offensively. “Nam-su is not my boyfriend, okay? And we may still be few, but that will change soon. Can't you just - please trust me? Please?” he just straight up started begging and to be honest, you didn't have much energy left for any arguing at this point.

You wish you had the privilege of being able to say that everything was easier back when you two were kids, but your life was exhausting even then. Your mother had too many children with a deadbeat man like your father and after you were born, they put all their hope in you for some reason - to get them out of their miserable poor lives. You weren't some hero, not then and not now. “Do you know why I have so much debt?” you finally asked Thanos tiredly and he just looked at you silently before shaking his head.

You nodded. Of course, he didn't know, you had never told him since you preferred to cut him off. “Because I lost my scholarship at university after they found out I was a fucking crackhead,” you answered him with a depressed smile. “And it doesn't really help much to be smart or anything if you don't have any money. That was my only chance to pay my way through to not end up like this but now I have to figure out how to pay for all that without working myself to death at a fucking minimum wage job,” you told him.

You thought you could finally get rid of some of the stress - try again with the money you would earn here. Simply giving up your studies wasn't an option, since that would mean that you had to work shitty jobs which didn't pay much for your entire life and not just while studying. You refused to face the same fate as your mother - dropping out after she found out that she was pregnant with you was the first mistake that led to many more.

But of course, you would never complain ever again - hell, you would much rather prefer working every night shift in the world if that would mean that you could get out of here. “And you know what I've been thinking ever since? That if I had never asked you as a stupid kid if I could play with your Iron Man figure, none of this would have ever happened to me.”

This is just fucking great. Fucking bullshit. Thanos angrily smacked himself on the head, knowing he deserved all of this. Yeah, you probably even made the right decision by cutting him out of your life back then, but he still couldn't help but continue to be selfish and want you. He wanted you in his life even if he was the worst thing that ever happened to you because you know what? It didn't change the fact that you were still the best thing that would ever happen to him.

He had been a selfish asshole his whole life and that wouldn't change now, so he couldn't just let you go. “Look, it's just one more game. The money we would have gotten if we quit wouldn't even be enough to buy a Lamborghini and I have to afford at least…” he had to strain his head a little and count with his fingers. “…four of them to pay off my debts. Hell, maybe enough people will die in the next round and there'll be even some left over. I'll also give you back all the money I owe you, I promise! And I'll give you even more if you need it. I want to help you, I really do,” he tried to explain, knowing that he would have more than enough once he took Myung-gi's share too.

He just doesn't understand. You sighed tiredly. “Whatever, I don't really care anymore,” you said and finally gave in. “Okay, sure, I'll join your stupid loser team. Just stop bugging me.”

Thanos smiled broadly and didn't stop himself from pulling you into a weird hug. “You won't regret this! I'll take care of you, okay?” he clarified, and even though he claimed the opposite, you couldn't help but feel like you'd regret it - you always did. “We're going to get out of here and everything will go back to the way it was before, okay?”

You just looked at him and said nothing more as Thanos continued to hold you, finally noticing your slightly poor physical condition. He knew how to solve the problem as well as you did, but even in his current befuddled state, he wasn't sure if he should offer you a pill. “Oh, um - I know this probably isn't the right time for this, but it still feels like I should ask…” he spoke up, looking down at his cross necklace.

You tried to hold back. At least for now. “Ehm, no, I'm fine -” you declined with a slight shake and nodded. “Yes, I'm fine, I'll just go to sleep - exactly.”

You could already tell that this night wasn't going to be an easy one, but as you watched Thanos and that Nam-su guy shoo a few other people out of their beds around your area, so that they could take their place, you knew for sure. How embarrassing, you thought to yourself as you pulled the blanket over your body and hoped that the lights would go out soon.

“Welcome to your second game. We will begin shortly, and this game will be played in teams. Please divide into teams of five in the next ten minutes. Let me repeat -”

I guess we won't be playing Dalgona, after all. You didn't really blame the previous winner of the games, too much. After all, he was in the same shoes as all of you.

“So, we need two more people,” Nam-gyu stated correctly as Thanos confidently slapped him on the back, not doubting picking the best from the pool of players. “Yeah, let's see who we can find. Preferably someone with a lot of muscle and strength,” he said, although you weren't sure what the point of that was since you would be playing children's games. Although, on second thought, the strong kids always managed to win the easiest back then, too…

Thanos looked at you as he pointed his index finger at the ground. “You, wait here. We won't take long,” he commanded you as if you were his pet and you felt your eyebrows twitch slightly at the audacity while you silently watched the two guys go away.

Of course, you didn't listen to what he said and just looked around the crowd yourself when you saw how most of the players had already formed groups. I don't want to be in a team with four idiots, you thought to yourself as you saw two people who seemed to be talking to each other. They seemed to be around your age which made you a bit more comfortable when approaching them. “Excuse me…” you said shyly when you met them because talking to strangers still was something that made you a little nervous. “Would you mind if I joined you?”

The players with the numbers 380 and 125 on their chests looked slightly surprised in your direction. The woman looked at your figure briefly before crossing her arms in front of her. “We are only two, so far.” she clarified before your own number seemed to catch her attention. “Hey, aren't you the one who's always hanging out with that crazy purple-haired guy? I would have expected you to be on a team with him?”

You stroked your hair, slightly uncomfortable. "Did you really notice that? Shit, now everyone probably thinks I'm friends with this guy, how embarrassing,” you mumbled to yourself, and the girl just grinned slightly at your appearance while the shy boy looked at you in confusion. “He's like an annoying tick. He just won't leave me alone. Otherwise, I really wouldn't bother with him! You have to trust me!” you begged her, trying to salvage whatever was left of your image.

And speaking of the devil, it didn't take much longer for Thanos to shout out your name after you said that. “Hey! I told you to stay there, what's so fucking hard to understand?!” he spits out annoyed as he grabs you by the shoulders to shake your body before you can even think of hiding from him. Finally, he noticed the other two next to you. “Who are they?” he asked you as you pushed his hands away.

“I want to be on their team,” you announced.

He looked unbelieving and betrayed. “But you promised me you'd be on Team Thanos!”

“Well, I was clearly lying. So, you'd stop bugging me.”

Thanos looked at you with narrowed eyes before glancing at the two other guys he had recruited along with Nam-guy. “You two - go find another team. Now,” he said simply as he copied your posture and made a counter announcement. “Because we're going to unite our teams. You can't get rid of me so easily, you're staying with me.”

Of course. The player with the number 380 on her chest threw an arm around your shoulder as she looked challengingly at your annoying friend. “And who says that we would want to do that?” she posed the question.

Nam-gyu already knew he didn't like this one. “Hey, who do you think you're talking to -” he started to threaten her, but Thanos put his arm out in front of him before he could go after her.

There was a brief, strange silence as the rapper shifted his gaze between you and the other girl next to you. This girl doesn't look straight, is she interested in…?

Thanos narrowed his eyes as his gaze met yours again and he could feel his muscles tense at the things that were running through his head right now. Number 380 was provoking him with her actions. This shit makes me fucking angry, man. But it only took him maybe a few seconds of imagining the whole thing between you two a bit further to change his mind. Never mind, that's actually pretty hot.

“You're safe as long as the great Thanos protects you, eh? Besides, I doubt you'll find anyone better, there are only two minutes left.” he suddenly spoke out and none of you wanted to know what went on in his head in the short time that he was silent. “Come on, this is going to be fun! Who's the little guy behind you?” he asked and you and number 380 looked at each other reluctantly for a moment before revealing your hidden member.

Nam-guy let out a heavy sigh as his eyes met the loser in front of him but Thanos didn't seem to care much about that. “What's your name?” he asked, watching as the guy looked up at him a little anxiously. “Oh, my name is Min-su…”

Even his name sounds pathetic, Nam-gyu thought to himself and couldn't stop himself from voicing his dissatisfaction. “This guy honestly gives me mad loser vibes, dude…” he complained, but Thanos paid him no mind as he walked towards the member. “Nah, this is perfect - we're the perfect team! Right Nim-su?” he asked the little guy while hugging him more tightly from the side and laughing when he saw his shy reaction. “I like you, you're cute.”

Seeing the two of them together was a really weird view, you honestly felt sorry for Min-su. “I'm sorry about that…” you whispered a little awkwardly to player 380 but she just patted you on the shoulder reassuringly. “Don't worry, how those two behave is not your responsibility. I suppose we're in this thing together now.” she laughed, not sure exactly what to make of this all herself.

You smiled at her before your eyes went to the watch on the wall which showed that you all only had half a minute left before the next game would start. “I mean, I guess so…”

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[beenbaanbuun]

Neighbour w/ song mingi

words - 3.1k

genre - smutty

warnings - fem!reader, afab!reader, neighbour!mingi, mysterious!mingi, drop-out!reader, bitter!reader, wet dreams, masturbation, nicknames (kitty, good girl), i think that’s it

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Coming home from a night shift is never fun, but its even less so in winter. As if the bone-deep tiredness wasn't already bad enough, now you have to compete with the inescapable chill of the air and the long, dark mornings that seem to drag on for eternity. It feels like months since you’ve actually seen an ounce of sunlight, sleeping through the few short hours that you’re granted around this time of year. Then you wake up again at 4pm, just in time to watch the sun go down beyond the horizon as you cook your breakfast of packet ramen and coffee.

Its a depressing existence, and you’d be the first to admit that, but you cant really afford much else. As a drop-out in a city full of students, you don't really have too many options. Full time jobs favour people with actual qualifications, and the part-time job market is wildly oversaturated by struggling teenagers looking for a way to fuel the various addictions that come hand in hand with being at university. You remember it well; the £16 bottles of Tesco’s own brand vodka that went down about as easy as a fist full of gravel, the weed from a random dealer who passed you his number at 3am while you were sitting drunk on a park bench. Its an expensive life to live, and you don’t blame them for snatching up every single decent part time job your city has to offer.

Not really, anyway. Theres certainly a little resentment there whenever a drunken customer cusses you out for refusing to serve them. Perhaps a little hatred when you’re sent in to handle yet another bar fight between two men twice your size. Definitely a lot of frustration whenever you feel the amused eyes of your neighbour as he watches you sleepily fumble with your keys whenever you return home in the morning. You’ve yet to learn his name since he moved in, and part of you doesn't want to. From the few run-ins youve had with him, you can already say that no amount of resentment or hatred or frustration you feel towards your working situation compares to what you feel for him.

That stupid bleached hair that he lets grow into something akin to a shitty mullet before cropping it short again, that brash voice that you can hear through the thin walls of your apartment as he yells at whatever sport is playing on his tv, those strangely soft eyes that watch you with so much amusement as you stumble around your shared corridor. He gets home about the same time as you after his morning run, and you hate it. You hate him. Cocky, irritating, handsome bastard.

“Someone pissed in your cereal, Kitty?” he pulls you from your thoughts with a quick quip. His shoulder is leaning against the wall on your side of the corridor, almost as if he was waiting for you to arrive home or something. It wouldn’t surprise you if it was; he seems the type to imagine camaraderie where there certainly isn't any. Perhaps he sees you as a friend, despite never having asked you for your name, or your age, or where you work, or anything else about you, for that matter. Maybe he’s lonely.

“I don’t eat cereal,” you scoff as you brush past him to get to your front door. He twists his body to watch you amble past him, your keys already poised in hand, “why would i want to eat cold mush every morning? Its gross.”

He chuckles brightly as if you’ve just told the joke of the century, and you weren’t just complaining about the concept of the nation’s favourite breakfast food. The judgemental glare you shoot in his direction happens just as easy as his laughter.

“It's a metaphor, Kitty,” God, you fucking hate that nickname, “surely work can’t have fried your brain that much.”

He wears a smirk that stretches from ear to ear, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as he stares you down. Part of you wishes you could sock him right in his pretty little face, but a smarter part of you knows that the muscles that decorate his body arent just for show. He's like a dog in that sense; no matter how cute and unassuming he makes himself out to be, there's always going to be a part of you that understands what hes capable of. Dogs were once wolves, after all.

Your gaze cant help but flicker to a scar on his cheekbone, and then up to the newer one that sits on his left hand eyebrow. They’re not the type that you get from playing a little too rough as a kid, nor the type thats left over from surgery. They’re purposeful and dangerous and it makes you wonder just what he did to deserve them.

“My brain is fine,” you make a point of looking away from the scar above his eye, no longer wanting to dwell on what might of caused it, “not that the state of it is any of your concern.”

He laughs again, his smile cracking his face in two as your annoyance only grows. How is it that he can make you feel so… undermined? With such ease too! Its like every toothy grin is an act of condescension, every comment crawling beneath your skin like beetles. You’ve met plenty of arseholes in your life, and yet theres been no one who angers you quite as much as him.

“I’m just being neighbourly, Kitty–”

“That’s not my name,” you growl out, a thick layer of impatience coating your words.

“Yes, but it suits you,” he says with a shrug, “far better than the one written on the front of your mail, don’t you think?” What business did this man have looking at your mail? You’ve never once paid attention to his, nevermind going as far as to read the name that sits just above the address. You regret it now as you watch the playing field become even more uneven than it already was. Its you against him; the older, stronger, cockier man that knows more about you than you do him. Logic says that this is a game; one that you've already lost.

He says your name, humming it lowly to himself as if its an equation he’s trying to figure out. It sounds good, coming from his mouth, his accented drawl pulling at the letters in a way you’ve never heard before. The vowels get extended and the consonants ring out clear like a bell. It feels like the first time hearing your name, and whilst that might not necessarily be true, it certainly is the first time you’ve liked it. Its the first time its ever felt correct.

You could kick yourself for even thinking something so… pathetic.

“It might not suit me, but it is my name,” you insist as you try to ignore the desperate pitter patter in your chest. Its not a sensation you’re familiar with, especially not when it comes to him. You can only blame it on the romantic dry spell you’ve been facing as of late. Turns out the night shift isn't exactly conducive to meeting new people.

“Sure it is, Kitty,” you grind your teeth against one another, “but what's a nickname between friends, hm?” his teeth glint in the flickering overhead light, flashes of luminance against his pearly white canines. If he truly were a dog, you’d already be running, the look in his eyes telling you exactly whats going to happen if you entertain him for much longer. Like a rodent stuck in the maw of its predator, you can already feel your fate closing in on you. If you don't leave now, you fear he wont ever let you go.

You slip your key into your lock and twist it.

“We’re not friends,” is all you say as you bump your shoulder into the wood to pry it open, quickly slipping inside before locking it behind you.

Theres a chuckle, and a single soft tap against the door.

“We’ll see about that, Kitty.”

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You sleep strangely.

Despite your mind wandering and your heart rate shifting between erratic and arrhythmic, it doesnt take you long to slip into a dreamland once your head is actually resting on the soft fluff of your pillow. Darkness washes over you like waves lapping at the shore, pulling you further and further into the deep until you’re stuck within the murky abyss of your mind. Fish swim past in the form of dream fragments, very few of them making sense.

Your neighbour grins down at you with a softened gaze, hands flitting around your face as if he cant quite help himself but touch. You feel it so clearly; a finger tip gracing the end of your nose, a warm palm cupping your cheek, minty breaths tickling your skin so perfectly. It feels so natural, which is strange given your regular distaste for the man. And as he pulls his hand away, you can’t help but to chase it. You lean in close; so close that you can almost taste his musk on the tip of your tongue. It feels so real, and while every rational part of you thanks the heavens that it isn't, there's still a tiny voice in the back of your head praying that one day it will be.

And the worst part is, your sleep addled mind doesn’t even try and shut that voice it. It seems to nod along, letting your mind wander further and further until the dreams shifts to you lay on a bed. It’s not your bed, so you conclude that it’s his. You’ve never seen it before, but your mind seems to have conjured up something that works. Dark walls, dark bedsheets, dark furniture, all illuminated by the glow of his laptop which loops an animated screensaver of a kitten playing with a ball of yarn.

Heavy hands paw at your flesh, pushing and pulling at you like you’re a ragdoll. They’re careful, yet firm, putting you in position without pushing too far, or tugging too hard. Its like he’s done this a million times before, and you’d believe it if he had! Everything from his smirk, to the unfounded confidence lets you know that he’s good at this; good at catching women in his trap and fucking them until they belong to him, mind, body, and soul.

And you can deny it if you want, but something tells you that perhaps he has you on a tighter leash than you care admit. Perhaps he already owns your soul, and judging by the way his tongue presses upon your clit in your dream, it’s clear that he already owns your mind. All that’s left for him to take is your body, and would it really be so bad if you gave that to him as well.

If you were awake, you’d be hating yourself for having these thoughts, but you’re not, so you indulge. Your hands fly to his hair and tug on his silky strands like they’re the only things keeping you anchored to earth right now. It’s all too much; far more than you’ve ever felt in a dream before, and before you know it, you’re coming undone. Your heart is hammering, and your eyes are flying open and your own fingers are being drenched in your cum as they stimulate the motion of your neighbours tongue on your clit.

Fuck, you really must’ve been horny if you had to resort to sleep-wanking.

Disgust fills you from top to bottom as you sober up and let sanity rain down on you once more. Your fingers are sticky, but not quite as much as your thighs. Your underwear is seemingly nowhere to be seen, although you don’t doubt that it’s had the same treatment. You feel a mess, both physically and mentally. Seriously! Thirsting over a man you’ve dedicated your last few months to hating? It all feels too surreal to think about.

Yet think about it is all you can do. As you crawl out of bed, you can still feel his breath on your skin, and as you strip with wet sheets and shove them into the wash, you can still practically smell him. The steam that surrounds you in the shower makes your head spin, and its almost like you can’t stop yourself when for the second time that night—although the first time in whisky awake—your fingers find their way dancing over you clit to the thought of him consuming you.

You cum twice, maybe three times before the water turns cold and you’re left shivering and ashamed of yourself. This time it’s worse than when you first woke up, though. You’re conscious, and you willed those images to come into your head. No longer can you give your brain the benefit of the doubt because this time, this is exactly what you wanted, not just some crazy, nightmarish concept you’ve dreamt up.

“Fucking hell~” you growl to yourself as you switch off the water and lean your head against the cold tile. Your fingers are pruned, and you can’t tell whether it’s from the shower or the constant abuse of your poor clit. Either way, it’s a clear signal that you need to get a grip; get out of the bathroom and remove any thought of that man from your brain. These thoughts aren’t normal, you tell yourself as you wrap a fuzzy towel around your body; you don’t even know the man’s name for heaven's sake!

You make a mental note to check his mail the next time you leave the flat. By the end of the day, you want to know as much about this man as possible. If he’s going to take over your every thought, waking or otherwise, then you at least deserve to know the name of the man that’s ruining your life.

But speak of the devil, and he shall appear, right?

There’s a knock on your door; three short taps that almost go unnoticed by you. “Shit—coming!” You yell out as you hurriedly slide some pyjama bottoms over your thighs and a loose hoodie over your head. The towel on your hair remains in place, keeping your wet locks contained and out of your face. It makes you feel a little silly, as you make your way over to the door and crack it open to reveal your neighbour, but then you remember that you’ve painted him as a slut, and so a woman with a towel wrapped around her head probably isn’t too unusual of a sight.

“Kitty,” he says with a sly grin the moment the two of you come face to face. What would happen if you just slammed the door in his face, you wonder? Would it wipe that look off of his face? You doubt it; a man like that is only spurred on by rejection. They’re too full of themselves to understand that not everyone in the world wants to get in his pants.

Fragments of your dream flash through your mind.

Maybe you do want to get in his pants…

“What do you want?” You try and push the thoughts of his tongue on you away as you speak, but you can’t push away the warmth that pools in your stomach as he looks you up and down. His gaze is so brazen as it studies your form, taking extra time to travel over your curves. They’re well hidden by the oversized clothing you don, but with the way he studies you, you almost feel naked.

“Oh, nothing much,” he takes his time in returning his gaze to your face, letting his eyes linger on your chest for a moment or two. You’re almost tempted to cross your arms and cover yourself, but there’s some sick part of your brain that’s enjoying the way he looks at you. It’s the same part that conjured up those dreams, and make you play with yourself in the shower; the same part that’s trying to convince you that lusting this hard over a man you’re supposed to hate is entirely logical. You hate that part of yourself, and yet you don’t dare fight it as it takes control. “I made too much food; I wanted to know if you’d like to come over and have some?”

Immediately, your brain goes blank. Stepping into the apartment of a man you don't really know is a bad idea, right? Sure, he’s your neighbour, but that doesn’t mean he’s safe. Your eyes flicker across his scars again, and the burning question of where they came from returns. Your mind wanders to all sorts of dark places, and you try to ignore the way it makes the uncomfortable ache in your stomach deepen. You remember reading somewhere that fear is a powerful aphrodisiac and it’s the only explanation for the wetness that’s gathering between your thighs for the hundredth time today. It has nothing to do with his fluffy hair, or how hot he looks when he wears that condescending expression!

Even you can’t seem to make yourself believe that lie.

“I don’t really know you well enough to go to your apartment,” you try to reason, although you hardly sound stern about it. Your voice is weak, shaky, and there’s plenty of room for push back. With your brain teetering on the edge of too-horny-to-be-logical, you have no doubt that if he were to push too hard, you’d be sat at his dinner table by the end of the night. Perhaps you should just slam your door in his face; it would solve a plethora of issues, including giving you the privacy to fix the one between your legs (again).

“Well, my name is Mingi,” he smiles and you almost collapse to the floor right then and there. The name bounces around in your skull. Mingi, Mingi, Mingi. It suits him; you like it; you can imagine moaning it.

“Mingi,” you whisper back to him, and his eyes darken.

“It sounds pretty coming from you, Kitty,” suddenly the nickname doesn’t sound so bad. It shoots a tingle down your spine right to that aching spot between your thighs. You gasp, and he looks at you like you’ve just moaned his name for the entire building to hear. Something tells you that the night is heading in that direction anyway. “So what do you say? Come over?”

And against all your better judgement, you nod.

Like a lamb to the slaughter, you just fucking nod.

“Good girl.”

[wonjuii]

Hi, I do think exposing is childish but... I want to warn people. Ever since, like around 2024, august? I was invited to a groupchat, filled with people who posts on tumblr! some were ppl i didnt know about. And.. there is marie. I thought marie was a sweet person at first, didnt talk to her since i didnt know her that much. ever since the month grew, there's a chaos drama about dodo. (i am not bringing it up that much but it will be some information direct to that chaos)

it was around... october? I dont know but lets forget that! past 3 days, marie was being too dramatic, calling me and @awwriri sensitive. (just to tell you that, I can reclaim the slurs since i took an irl test but idk if its a thing since the doctor said "it was to check if i have autism" but it was positive i guess!) It was during the lil-liaa chaos. I didnt want to say the r slur to her but i ended up saying it since there were alot of things happening. As you can tell, i asked permission to say the slur, I was worried if i am really meant to say the slur in the gc. (please anyone dont get uncomfortable!) all of the sudden, she called me insensitive..? I didn't know asking permission is considered impolite or insensitve.. we all had a small talk with marie. everything went a little okay (I assumed.) there are evidences of our small talk.

I apologised... many times. MANY TIMES. "don't be sorry" i will have to be sorry because you bashed on me and riri bc of the slur now the whole server bc of dodo?? U can't be that serious. I also mentioned that everyone deserve to be forgiven! guess marie cant accept that. I thought riri was the owner of the gc, of course i had to ask her permission but no. she wasnt the owner. i was dumb enough to not check who's really the admin of the gc. When we had a small conversation about slurs, she mentioned she cant reclaim the N WORD bc others used it?... Although she used it when she just said it TWICE. (ITS NOT A RACISM SLUR, SHES AFRICAN)

i was just trying to make a conversation, setting up a new type of topic since i got really annoyed and uncomfortable, talking about slurs. But, she continued, wouldnt even stop ending the conversation about it. I even try to convince her to bring riri back to the gc since we all wanted to see how she is.

.... okay. do u like.. hate riri or something? The fact she argued with riri, MAYBE ALMOST EVERY WEEK. MAYBE EVERY DAY. its just disgusting how shes treating the others like shes the oldest of the gc. (she tried to boss me, telling me not to say the slurs bc im insensitve) just so you know, vivi educated me more about slurs so i am not going to say it. (thank you vivi)

The text may not be necessary, but can't you tell how bad she is? if your assuming its bc her education system or shes young, i was 13, i rarely got into fights. (like twice a year.) most likely, she's to cause tons of fights. my screenshots:

(Please press to read, it might be hard for you to see!)

This is a dodo situation. you may not know why dodo didn't explain why she didn't say anything or mention her reason about ignoring to chei. here it is.

basically, she was moody (mood swings i think) I understood dodo, i have frustration issues so i get really annoyed like almost everyday. just to clarify, were not bashing on chei, this is just to show evidence about marie and things she said! more evidence when she started being rude to me... (i didnt clip that part but others may have seen it, she said something like "no, i dont want to ❤️" something like that)

shes basically thinking we dont care...

(im at the corner at the top, replying to her.) You can tell i apologised to her like many times. shes basically saying dodo doesnt deserve to defend herself because shes a bully..? do you realize what ur doing. its childish.

evidence from dodo about marie talking about dodo in her post!

i cant. this is just annoying me so bad. why is she only asking me to block her ??? im so confused. (AGAIN, please press these evidences to read!)

wow.. i just dont get whats her problem with dodo, me and riri atp?..

sigh. marie tsk tsk.. i just cant believe this. i assumed she was going to expose me but i guess not?.... also another information.. me and vini were just trying to calm her down but she started bashing on her too.

Thank you to anyone to might be reading this. Again, exposing seems childish but its the best way to do it. its for others to be warned, incase! tags : @y-unrei @n-americano @i-mmaculatus @sugarish

@miujo @i-kyujin @aestradairio @awwriri @atsubie

@aeraras @rkivefr @daddldee @p-oisn @kissunoo

@florescita @fairytopea @purinkiss @hourlyhoon

@lvioung @obdosant @tzulipss @j-eongs @yeritos

@yonkiibums @hcvenue @bitchey @babyvoxgirlie

@swhore @bloomqi @kiyeuo @chaeryeos @y-vna

@y-urios @aestradairio @aesverse

god all of that tags is MAD!!!

[szariahwroteit]

Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Original Character Erotic Series

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 7

Jude didn't feel anger towards Tori for getting flowers from Alex; rather, his pride had taken a hit, and it was enough to cast a shadow over his mood.

Their final day in Dubai before they were set to head back to Madrid was somewhat awkward for both of them.

The private jet they were in was silent, barring the low hum of the plane's engine as they soared through the sky. Despite the plushness and luxury of the private aircraft, Tori felt like she was suffocating in Jude's silence.

“Jude, do you… do you resent me for this?" she asked, breaking the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Jude glanced over at her, surprised by the question. He could see the uncertainty etched on her face, and it tugged at something deep inside him. "Resent you? No, it’s not like that," he replied, trying to keep his tone steady. 

"Then what is it?" she pressed, her eyes searching his. "Because things have been awkward between us since I found the flowers from Alex in my room."

Jude shifted uncomfortably in his plush leather seat, avoiding her penetrating gaze. The last thing he wanted was to let her see how much the whole situation had gotten under his skin. He turned his focus out the oval window, watching the endless clouds drift by, hoping to find the words to ease the tension coiling between them.

“It’s just... complicated,” he finally said, glancing back at her. “I thought we were in a good place, Tori. Then I see those flowers—”

“Jude, I didn’t ask for them. You know that, right?” she interrupted, her voice still soft but edged with desperation.

“I know,” he said, leaning back and running a hand through his tousled hair. “It’s just… it shouldn’t bother me, but it does. And I hate that it does.” He could hear the frustration in his voice, even as he tried to suppress it. 

Tori blinked back the emotions that threatened to spill over. “You’re worried about Alex? About what he thinks?”

“No, not him,” Jude said, shaking his head. “It’s more about us. I’ve been thinking about what we have, and how it could change. I don’t want anyone else intruding. I don't want any other man near you,” 

For a moment, both of them sat in silence, the plane's hum filling the space between them. 

Tori's heart raced at his words, a mix of surprise and elation coursing through her. The tension in the air shifted, charging the space with a palpable energy that made her skin tingle. “You’re jealous,” she said, the corner of her mouth quirking upward almost involuntarily.

Jude shot her a sceptical glance, his brow furrowing. “It’s not that simple.” 

“Isn’t it?” she challenged, leaning forward, the distance between them shrinking. “You care about me. You don’t like the idea of me being with someone else.” 

“What did you expect?” he replied, his voice dropping an octave, thick with possessiveness. “Him sending you those flowers felt like he was trying to taunt me in a way.”

“If that is the case, Jude, you're letting him win by being in this mood. I'm here with you, I don't know Alex and I don't care to. I'm where I want to be, isn't that enough?” she asked. 

Jude's gaze locked onto hers, a swirling mix of emotions churning in his chest. The intensity of her words struck a chord deep within him, but his pride wrestled with his desire to fully let her in. “It's not that simple,” he repeated, though his voice trembled slightly, betraying his inner turmoil. 

Tori sighed, leaning even closer, her heart aching at the vulnerability she sensed in him. “Then help me understand. You’re here, I’m here, and I want you. Can’t you see that? Those flowers don’t change anything between us.”

Jude’s jaw tightened as he processed her words. “It’s just... everything feels so precarious. One moment, I think we’re solid, and then—” 

“And then someone sends me flowers,” she interjected, a hint of impatience flaring in her voice. “But Jude, flowers don’t mean anything if I don’t feel anything. You have to know that by now.”

The sincerity in her eyes ignited a flicker of hope within him, sparking something he had feared to acknowledge. “But I do care,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And the thought of losing what we have scares me.”

Tori reached out, her fingers brushing against his hand, warmth spreading where they connected. “You won’t lose me unless you push me away. I’m not going anywhere until you push me away. So don’t. Please.”

Jude felt the breath hitch in his throat as he absorbed her words. The distance that had felt so vast moments ago began to close, the electricity between them crackling with urgency. “I don’t want to push you away, Tori.”

“Then don't,” she whispered, her eyes searching his for a sign of reassurance. “Tell me what you want.” 

He hesitated, the weight of his pride battling against the desire to pull her into his arms. “I want you, Tori.” 

“You have me,” she murmured. There was no clear direction in where the situation was heading, nor had they wholly discussed their wants and needs, but she was undoubtedly his—a notion that scared her and made her feel alive all at once.

The hum of the plane faded into the background as Tori’s words hung in the air, heavy with promise. Jude’s heart raced, his mind racing through the possibilities of what it meant to truly let her in. The fear of vulnerability mingled with the thrill of desire, creating a tumultuous storm within him.

“Then let’s stop dancing around this,” he said, his voice steadier now, laced with determination. “I want to be more than just a passing thought in your mind. I want you to choose me.”

Tori’s breath caught in her throat, a mixture of hope and disbelief swirling in her chest. “As long as you choose me.”

Jude nodded, the weight of her words settling over him. “I’m in, Tori. I want to be the one you think of, the man who makes you smile, the one who gets to hold you.”

Tori felt her heart swell at his sincerity, a smile breaking through the tension that had hung between them as she felt her cheeks flush with warmth. “I’d like that.”

He reached for her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. The simple act felt monumental, a bridge towards something more. 

By the time they landed in Madrid, the city was shrouded in the darkness of the chilly winter night. 

The tension that had once stood between Jude and Tori began to morph into something more lustful, a simmering desire that ignited a connection neither of them could ignore. The emotional chasm that had kept them apart gradually closed, replaced by a magnetic force drawing them irresistibly closer, as if they were two celestial bodies orbiting each other in a dance of intimacy and longing.

The moment Jude entered Tori's apartment, he felt an irresistible urge to touch her. He placed soft kisses along the curve of her neck while staying right behind her, his hands resting firmly on her hips.

Tori leaned back into him, her breath hitching as the warmth of his body enveloped her. The softness of his lips against her skin sent a rush of electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a fire she had kept hidden beneath layers of uncertainty.

“Jude,” she murmured, turning her head to catch his gaze. There was a spark of something more profound in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored her own. 

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the dim light of the apartment.

Tori’s heart raced as she felt the weight of his words settle in her chest. “Yes,” she responded, her voice steady yet laced with vulnerability. “I trust you, Jude.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, the world outside faded away. It was just the two of them—caught in a moment that felt both electrifying and fragile. “Say it again,” he rasped. 

“I trust you,” Tori repeated, her voice stronger this time, filled with conviction. The intensity in Jude's eyes deepened as he absorbed her words, and the air between them thickened with unspoken promises.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice dripping with lust, a slow smile breaking across his lips. “Now go to your bedroom remove your clothes and meet me back in here.”

Tori’s pulse quickened at his commanding tone, a thrilling mixture of anticipation and nervousness flooding her system. The way he looked at her—eyes darkened with desire—made the rest of the world vanish. She nodded, though words eluded her.

With deliberate slowness, she walked away from him, each step a dance of temptation, allowing the moment to hang between them like the silken threads of an intricate web. The distance of the living area began to feel electric, and as she reached the threshold of her bedroom, she cast a glance over her shoulder. Jude hadn’t moved; he watched her, an intense fire smouldering in his gaze that left no doubt about his intentions.

Once inside her room, she closed the door, her heart racing as she contemplated her next moves. The dim light accentuated the contours of her body, and she could hear the quiet thrum of her pulse in her ears. With trembling fingers, she began shedding her clothes, each piece a reminder of her vulnerability but also her strength.

As the final article fell to the floor, she stood in front of the mirror, catching her reflection. Her skin glowed, and her breath was ragged. This was a choice—a choice to let Jude in, to embrace the connection they had forged amid tension and uncertainty.

Taking another breath, Tori stepped out of the bedroom, a mix of trepidation and exhilaration flooding her as she entered the living room. Jude sat waiting on a dining chair that he'd placed in front of the floor-length mirror on the far side of the room; his gaze swept over her through the mirror's reflection with an intensity that made her feel both exposed and cherished.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice raspy with need. “You’re so beautiful.”

Tori felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks at his words, the way he looked at her igniting something deep within her. His desire was palpable, wrapping around her like a heatwave, and she revelled in it.

“Do you really mean that?” she asked her voice barely a whisper, a part of her still grappling with the sudden shift from uncertainty to this undeniable electric connection.

“Absolutely,” Jude said, his gaze unwavering as he leaned back in the chair, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his lips. “And tonight I want to show you just how beautiful you are.”

Bolstered by his encouragement, Tori took a tentative step closer, her heart pounding in rhythm with the boldness that had settled in her chest. She loved the way Jude looked at her—like she was the only thing that mattered at that moment.

Jude leaned back in the chair, his eyes drinking in the sight of Tori's naked form as she stepped closer. The dim lighting caressed her curves, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. "You're stunning," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want to worship every inch of you."

Tori's skin tingled under his gaze, a flush of warmth spreading through her body. The intensity in his eyes made her feel both exposed and cherished, a heady mix of emotions that left her breathless. She took another step forward, the space between them shrinking, until she stood just a few inches away from him.

Jude reached out, his fingers grazing along the curve of her hip, the touch electric against her skin. "Turn around," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see all of you."

Tori obeyed, her pulse quickening as she rotated to face the mirror. She watched as Jude's reflection appeared behind her, his hands settling on her hips, his touch firm and possessive.

“First I'm going to make you cum with my mouth,” he drawled into her ear. “I want you to watch the way your body reacts to me, it's one of my favourite things.”

Tori's breath hitched at Jude's words, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She watched in the mirror as his hands slid from her hips, trailing over the curve of her waist and up to cup her breasts. His touch was electric, igniting a fire beneath her skin. Tori's knees went weak at his filthy words, her core clenching with need. She arched into his touch, craving more of the delectable friction. "Please, Jude," she whimpered, too far gone to care about playing coy.

Jude's hands tightened on her breasts, his thumbs swiping over her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "Sit down and open your legs,” he instructed with a lusty snarl. 

Tori did as instructed, perching on the edge of the chair and parting her thighs to reveal her dripping sex. Jude knelt between her spread legs, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive folds. "You're so fucking wet for me already," he praised, trailing a finger through her slick heat. Tori bit back a moan, her hips canting forward seeking more of his touch.

Jude rewarded her by ducking down and dragging his tongue along her slit. "Ah!" Tori cried out, her head falling back as his mouth pleasured her most intimate place. Jude lapped at her, savouring her taste, before focusing his attention on her aching clit. He suckled the sensitive bud between his lips, making Tori's thighs tremble. He placed them over his shoulders one by one.

"Jude, oh god, yes!" she panted, fisting her hands in his hair. Jude doubled his efforts, alternating between broad licks and targeted flicks of his tongue. The obscene sounds of his mouth on her pussy filled the room.

Tori gasped as Jude's tongue delved deeper, his mouth working her with an intensity that left her breathless. She watched through hooded eyes as he pleasured her in her reflection, the blatant desire etched on her face sending a scorching heat straight to her core. 

"Jude, don't stop," she panted, her hips rocking against his mouth as she chased her impending release. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her, his tongue circling her clit with deliberate precision.

The coil of tension in her belly wound tighter, her body trembling on the edge of ecstasy. Jude's eyes flicked up to meet hers, the raw hunger in his gaze pushing her over the edge.

"I'm coming, Jude!" Tori cried out, her back arching as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her walls clenched around his tongue, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Jude worked her through it, softening his touch as she came down from her high. He pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs before rising to his feet, his lips glistening with her essence.

“Come here,” he mumbled, pulling her up from her seat on shaky legs, Jude led with his tongue as he bowed his head to kiss her hungrily, making sure she tasted herself on his tongue. 

When parted lips, Jude went to reach for the hem of his sweater to begin disrobing only for Tori to place her hand on top of his, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Let me,” Tori said softly as she looked up into his eyes. 

Tori took her time as she peeled his sweater up and over his head, revealing his toned physique. Her fingers danced over his chest, tracing the lines of his abs before dipping lower. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats, yanking them down his legs along with his boxers. 

Jude's breath hitched as cool air kissed his heated skin. His cock sprang free, already hard and straining towards his stomach. Tori licked her lips at the sight, desire coiling in her belly as Jude grabbed his wallet, retrieving a condom before tossing it carelessly onto Tori’s couch, watching as she took the small plastic square and ripped it open so she could roll it down his cock.

"Sit down," she instructed as she pushed him back onto the chair. Jude complied, watching through heavy lidded eyes as Tori gave him her back, reaching between them so she could hold him steady as she sunk down on his length.

Tori sank down on him in one smooth motion, a low moan falling from her lips as he stretched her, before placing his hands beneath her thighs and spreading her open so she could watch as his length nestled inside of her. 

She was in complete awe as she took in their reflection, her legs spread open in Jude’s lap, the possessive grip of his hands on her hips, the look of desire mixed with determination on his face as he fucked her from beneath, the slight reddening of her pussy as it stretched to accommodate his length and girth—it was beautiful. 

The sight was undeniably captivating—a blend of intimacy and raw passion that ignited a fire in Tori’s belly. She could hardly believe the connection they were sharing, each thrust deeper than the last as Jude held her firmly in place, his fingers digging into her soft skin with a primal urgency.

As their reflections gazed back at them, Tori felt a surge of emotion. It was more than just physical; it was a profound bond that had evolved during their time together. The way Jude looked at her, with a mixture of reverence and hunger, made her heart race.

“God, you’re so perfect like this,” Jude murmured, his voice thick with lust as he maintained his steady rhythm beneath her. The way his eyes roamed over her body in the mirror's reflection—appreciative, almost worshipful—made her pulse quicken. She felt powerful, alive, and utterly consumed by him.

“I love how you fill me up, you're so deep,” Tori gasped, her words spilling out in a breathy whisper as the heat of their connection enveloped her. Jude’s strong fingers tightened around her hips, guiding her movements with an expert precision that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Each thrust sent delicious jolts of sensation radiating through her body, intensifying the way she felt both connected to him and completely lost in the moment.

“This little pussy was made to take my cock,” Jude responded, a low growl escaping his lips. He thrust upward with a renewed vigour, his eyes locked onto hers in the mirror as if to emphasize his words. 

Tori's breath hitched as she gazed at their entwined reflection, her body flush with arousal. The way Jude looked at her, his eyes dark and possessive, sent shivers down her spine. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her in the most delicious way. 

"I can feel you so deep," she panted, her hips rolling ever so slightly to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts.

Jude's hands slid from her hips to grab her ass, kneading the supple flesh as he guided her movements. "That's because you were made for me," he rasped. "This tight pussy was born to be filled by my cock."

Tori's nipples hardened at his filthy words, her pussy clenching tight around his thick length. She watched, transfixed, as he thrust into her, his balls slapping against her ass with each fierce thrust.

"You are so fucking perfect," Jude groaned, his eyes devouring the sight of her bouncing tits and glistening, slightly reddened folds stretched wide around him.

Jude let out a low moan as his cock momentarily slipped from Tori, showcasing the gape of her pussy in the mirror's reflection. "Look how open you are for me," he growled, his fingers sliding through her slick folds, spreading them wider.

Tori let out an unbridled cry of pleasure, her vision blurring as her eyes filled with tears. 

Tori's breath caught in her throat as Jude's fingers slid through her slick folds, spreading them wider to reveal her gaping pussy in the mirror's reflection. The sight was overwhelming, a visceral reminder of how thoroughly he had claimed her body.

"Look how open you are for me," Jude growled, his voice thick with lust. His fingers probed her entrance, teasing the sensitive skin. "Your pretty little pussy is mine, isn't it?"

Tori's body trembled, her legs quivering on either side of Jude's thighs. She could feel every inch of his hard length still buried inside her, a delicious fullness that made her feel owned, and possessed. 

"Yes," she whimpered, the word falling from her lips like a hymn of devotion. "I'm yours, Jude. Only yours."

Jude's eyes flashed with possessive heat at her words. He withdrew his fingers and gripped her hips once more, pulling her down onto his cock in one swift motion. Tori cried out, her back arching as he filled her completely.

"Put your hands on my knees and ride me," Jude commanded, his voice a low rumble.

Tori's body trembled, her legs quivering on either side of Jude's hips as she felt him deep inside her. She could hardly believe the connection they were sharing, the way he filled her so completely. 

With a shaky breath, Tori placed her hands on Jude's knees, her fingers digging into his skin. She could feel the heat of his body radiating through her, the power of his cock as it stretched her open. 

"Ride me," Jude growled, his voice thick with lust. His hands slid from her hips to grip her ass, kneading the supple flesh as he guided her movements.

Tori let out a soft moan, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. She could feel every inch of Jude inside her, his thick length hitting all the right spots with each gentle undulation. 

Jude was completely in awe of how submissive Tori was to his command, the way she committed her body to pleasure. 

This is exactly what he needed after having his ego so subtly tested by Alex. The flowers were beautiful, but Tori was his, and regardless of whether or not Alex was aware of their current tryst, he needed to state his claim over her.

“Turn around and look at me,” Jude commanded as sent a stinging slap to Tori's ass, craving eye contact with her. 

Tori let out a gasp as the stinging slap registered on her skin, her body jolting with the force of it. She could feel Jude's eyes on her, his gaze burning into her back as he waited for her to obey.

With a shaky breath, Tori lifted herself off his cock and turned to face him. She straddled his hips once more, this time with her back to the mirror. 

Jude's hands slid up her back, his fingers splaying across her shoulder blades as he guided her down onto his length. Tori's head fell back, her mouth parting in a silent moan as he filled her once more.

"Look at me," Jude growled, his voice low and commanding. His hand slid up her spine to grip the back of her neck, turning her head to face him. 

Tori's eyes flitted open, her gaze locking with his. The intensity in his eyes stole her breath, the possessive heat in his stare making her pussy clench around him. 

"I want to look in your eyes as you cum on my cock," Jude murmured, his hips rolling up to meet hers.

Tori's breath caught in her throat as she gazed into Jude's eyes, her body trembling with each roll of his hips. The way he looked at her, with a mix of possessive heat and adoration, made her heart race.

"Tell me how good I feel inside you," Jude growled, his hand sliding from her neck to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, his eyes following the movement.

Tori's voice was barely a whisper as she replied, "You feel amazing, Jude. So big and hard, stretching me in all the right ways." Her hips undulated, meeting his thrusts with equal fervour. "I love how you fill me up."

She leaned into his touch, nuzzling his palm as she gazed into his eyes. "I'm going to cum."

Tori's walls fluttered around Jude's length, her body teetering on the edge of climax. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment. All it would take was one more perfectly angled thrust, one more whispered promise from those sinful lips.

"You'll cum when I say so," Jude commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl. His hips stilled beneath her, his cock buried deep inside her fluttering walls.

Tori whined, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her impending orgasm. She could feel Jude's eyes on her, his gaze intense and demanding as he held her teetering on the edge.

"Please," she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I need to cum, Jude. I'm so close."

Jude's hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed tight circles around the sensitive nub, his touch maddeningly light. "Beg for it," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Beg me to let you cum on my cock."

Tori's head fell back, her mouth parting in a silent cry. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, her body desperate for release. 

"Please," she gasped, her hips rolling against his hand. "Please let me cum, Jude. I need it so badly. I'll do anything, just please let me cum on you."

Jude's hand tightened on Tori's hip, his fingers digging into her soft skin. He could feel her walls pulsing around his cock, her body desperate for release. The sight of her, pleading so sweetly, was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.

But Jude had other plans. He wanted to see her fall apart, to watch her come undone under his touch. He wanted to feel her walls clench around him as he brought her to the brink over and over again.

With a sinister grin, Jude leaned in close, his lips brushing against the shell of Tori's ear. "Cum for me," he murmured, his voice a low, commanding purr. "Cum all over my cock like you asked."

At his words, Jude could feel Tori's body tense, her walls clenching down on his length. He thrust up into her, his hips meeting hers in a rough, desperate rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Tori's wild moans and his own guttural groans.

Jude could feel his own release building, his balls tightening as he chased his pleasure.

Tori’s toes curled against the carpeted floors of her bedroom, her arms falling lazily over Jude’s shoulders as he took over from beneath, his hands on her body as he used her to seek out his own end. 

Turning his head, Jude caught Tori’s lips with his own and he groaned into her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip as he came, filling the condom wrapped snugly around his length. 

There was an unmistakable shift in the air during this particular encounter, a palpable change that lingered between them. Their connection ran deeper than mere attraction; it was an intertwining of souls that transcended the physical realm. Each caress and whisper ignited a torrent of emotions, forging a bond that felt almost sacred. The intimacy they shared was not just about bodies merging but about hearts laying bare their desires and vulnerabilities, creating a tapestry of passion that resonated far beyond the moment. 

[resident-idiot-simp]

Origins but I have Wade kill Victor

(x)

James didn't mean to get attached to Wade but his charm was undeniable and he was the first person he had ever met that didn't fear him. His presence was addictive, his joy infectious.

Wade was undeniably endearing and James couldn't help but like the fool. Wilson would go out of his way just to hang around him and James couldn't bring himself to run the fool off.

The more time they spent around one another the harder it was to deny their growing relationship. James didn't realize until it was too late until Victor was pulling him off of Wade and snarling I'm his face.

"I've had about enough of this runt." Victor snarled. James sees Wade jump up with a sneer on his face, "What the hell is your problem Creed?!" Wade challenged.

"My problem is the runt is getting far too cozy with the likes of you." Victor snarled at Wade who scowled. "Let me go Victor." James growled at his brother who just glared at him. James felt as claws sank into his nape and he yelped and tried to twist out of the man's grip.

Wade realized a moment later what happened and snarled as he pulled one of his knives and sliced at Victor. The man snarled as he jerked away from the blade and his grip loosened enough for James to escape.

James grabbed and sliced with his own claws at the hand that shot out to throttle Wade. "Don't you dare." James growled, ignoring the growing number of onlookers. Victor just continued fighting and turned to slice once again at James.

He took the hit but broke Victor's arm in retaliation. Wade stabbed Victor in the side and dodged another swipe. James was thrown to the ground and Victor lunged at him with a snarl. Wade didn't think as he kicked the man off James and reached to grab his katana that had been laying a few feet away.

He didn't think as Victor lunged again, claws digging into James's chest. Didn't think as blood flowed from James's mouth. Didn't think as he sliced at Victor's head.

He didn't think as head was parted from body. Didn't think as the fucker died on the spot.

He only realized what he did after he saw the horror in James' eyes and the limp body fell onto him as blood flowed.

Only then did Wade drop his katana And push the body off of James. He realized he might have fucked up, but couldn't bring himself to care as he drug the man to his chest and held him tightly.

"Are you ok?" Wade asked worriedly. James didn't answer, just clung to him shaking. He was definitely in shock and Wade just sighed. He would be ok thanks to his healing factor but that didn't solve any other issues.

The other watching didn't say a word as they stared at the beheaded body. It was only moments later that Stryker appeared face thunderous. He however stopped short at the scene in front of him.

Wade locked wide frantic eyes with him and the Colonel stayed silent. Stryker had seen how Victor treated his brother and it was.... something. He often wondered if it was worth the trouble of keeping him around considering how disgusting it was. He knew full and well this wasn't a murder Victor had definitely deserved it, but that doesn't mean he was pleased.

Victor was one of his best and would do anything he was tasked with. Losing him was a big hit especially since he was what kept James around. However it looked like if he played this right he could keep James with minimal issues.

Wade hadn't looked away as he had decided what to do. He sighed and looked away. They could handle this on their own; there was no need for him to get involved.

Wade seemed pleased enough with this as he drug James up and started making his way back to the man's quarters. The quicker he was no longer drenched in blood the better. He glared back at the others in a silent command to clean up the mess.

It wasn't close to sexual as Wade cleaned the blood off James in the showers and dressed him in fresh clothes. James didn't speak for the rest of the night he layed curled into Wade's side. James hated himself for the fact he had never felt safer as Wade let him sleep practically on top of him.

James didn't know when he woke up but it was still dark. He was still curled up on top of Wade. He doesn't realize he's crying until Wade starts to stir.

"Hey kitty what's wrong?" Wade asks as he runs a hand through James's hair. James honestly didn't know why but he couldn't stop. Wade just messaged at his scalp and he babbled about nothing. James just buried his face in the other man's neck.

"Thank you." He mumbles into skin and Wade pauses for a moment. "No problem kitty cat." He said with an audible smile and James knew he meant it. Neither knew when they drifted back off.

The others awoke to the sight of James purring in his sleep from where he was atop the other man. While Wade snored away peacefully tangled up with James.

The change was slow and neither realized as they grew into something more. Everyone else knew before they did, but in their defense this was new to them. A truly meaningful relationship that wasn't abusive in some way. It was foreign.

Both of them grew closer and closer without thought and when the relationship evolved neither realized they hadn't kissed before. Neither realized they didn't spend all their time with one another before. Neither realized they worked better together then apart.

They were together in every sense of the word and it was no different from the start to them. They were one in the same, always together, always talking. No one even realized when they became the center of the team.

The rock in an ever-changing tide.

Stryker could do nothing and he sheathed as they refused to fall for his tricks. He could see them drifting out of his orbit and he was powerless.

When they left they took everything with them and Stryker knew no matter what he tried it would fail. He has seen people try to come between them because it ended in a bloody and gruesome death. He didn't have Victor to hunt them down and without them the team lost interest in his goals. They realized he was after a fruitless goal and got out while they could.

They had seen it was possible to escape and did while they could.

Stryker just plotted

Tags: @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes

[communist-ojou-sama]

hi it’s me i looked my username up because i hate morbid curiosity + hate myself but omg i never realised u were from new orleans. ive been obsessed with louisiana and by extension new orleans since i was a kid mostly because of the moss. there was a period of time in my life were begged my mum for a hanging plant w/ spanish moss for my birthday every year (i do now have one) and would watch literally any usamerican tv show, pirated documentary or youtube video with the most cooked korean subtitles just because it was set in louisiana. im sure u know but if u don’t you live(d?) in like top 5 coolest places on earth okay this was really random bye im going to stay off tumblr now

- kyŏnghŭi

Omg!!! I'm so happy to hear that! I've always considered New Orleans to basically be one of the only Real Places in the US and while I hate the US and don't really wanna go back I do still love my city. I hope you can visit sometime! Especially, like, before it is largely destroyed by climate change and malicious government from Baton Rouge. And I see... That's definitely something that took me a while to get used to living in Japan, the lack of huge oak trees blanketed in spanish moss... honestly feeling nostalgic just thinking about it. Anyway I hope you're doing great and that you know you didn't do anything wrong

[sir-phineas-lost]

I have actually come around to thinking Aaravos involvement in Viren's death is a bit overstated. In part because I just hate the "Aaravos is behind everything" nonsense, especially in this situation where it undermines so many other character arcs, but also because it kinda just makes sense that he didn't do any of the things that lead to Viren dying.

While Karim meets Pharros soon after he is exiled, we are given no indication that seeking out Sol Regem or using the Sun Seed to heal him was even mildly suggested by Pharros/Aavaros. All of those plans were explained by Karim to Pharros (which does mean Aaravos would be aware of them) but they were 100% Karim's ideas. There is not even a hint of Pharros telling Karim a story or anything else that is Aaravos' usual MO when he wants to manipulate someone without them realizing. Also, Karim's character arc in season 5+6 of trying and failing to weaponize the very embodiment of Sunfire supremacy to restore his imagined glorious past loses so much of its impact if it failed because Aaravos gave Sol Regem bad directions instead of Karim completely misjudging Sol Regem's priorities and who he sees as "our enemies".

(a mistake he would later make again with Aaravos, with fatal results)

Also, I don't think Sol Regem needed Pharros to guide him towards Katolis. He may be blind but a guy connected to the sun should know East/West like the back of his claws and he can probably smell large groups of humans from the air. Aaravos didn't have to do a thing as Pharros for Sol Regem to take the first opportunity to fly straight at the nearest human population-center from his lair, which happens to be Katolis.

Obviously Aaravos possessing Pharros during the attack and smiling suggests he planned for it and I hate that they did that, but keep in mind that Aaravos plans are built on contingencies and opportunism, not perfect foresight. He didn't plan any step of Karim's folly with Sol Regem, but he had a front-row seat to it happening and could see where it was going from the start because he understands Sol Regem better than Karim could ever hope to. I doubt Aaravos even could have done anything about it other than maybe warn Viren not to go to Katolis, but he is also not above using a situation to further his goals so Sol Regem putting himself in the perfect position for Aaravos to finish him off in the most cruel way possible for some sweet revenge? Perfect. The fact that Viren dying also ends up serving him by manipulating Claudia (even though that later ends and they become true partners in crime) is just another thing he takes advantage of, not something he caused.

But the biggest reason why I think this makes the most sense is that the relationship between Claudia and Aaravos is so much more nuanced when there isn't this huge Achilles-heel in it that can make her turn on him for cheap drama. I can't even imagine how it would come up since literally no one has any hope of figuring out how Aaravos could possibly be involved with Viren's death. The only way they could have that happen and make narrative sense is if Aaravos confesses it to Claudia completely unprompted. Maybe as a way of driving her away if he thinks it will save her?

Unless that happens I chose to think Aaravos bears no responsibility for Viren's second death, even if he did use it for his own goals.

Do they know?

Does Claudia know that Rayla was the one who killed Viren the first time?

Does Claudia know that at the battle of the Storm Spire she could have killed Soren when throwing Noctu Igne at the sunfire army?

Does Claudia know that Aaravos can straight-up possess dark mages?

Does anyone know that Aaravos was behind Sol Regem's attack on Katolis and Viren's second death? (Claudia wouldn't be happy about that!)

Does the Dragang know about Leola and the Cosmic Council?

Still so much fascinating potential for juicy revelations!

[aviradasa]

The lost boys main HCs

Paul

Here are some paul hcs! I hope you enjoy! This is kinda short but i had fun writing it!

If you would like a part two going into more detail about him let me know. I'm gonna be responding to Dwayne's HCS, though. I hate the ones I posted. I'm also gonna be doing an HC/ one-shot series about each of the boys before they found each other/ became vampires, so stay tuned!!

Paul is a younger sibling. When he was alive he had 2 brothers and one twin sister.

He was 19 but going to turn 20 literally like a month before he died and despite how he acts he was the oldest when turned,

If you ask him his age though he will say 20 to fuck with you before pulling the “Nah I'm just joking” card and telling you he was only 19

He does that mostly cause he's a little upset he wasn't able to hold out at least another month, so he likes to say what he could have been, but he doesn't wanna lie about his age.

He hates liars.

He also keeps track of every birthday he and the other boys have had since they turned cause he doesn't want to lose track of the years. It kinda keeps him sane a bit.

On a less depressing note

He is also one of the sassiest assholes you will ever meet. He does not think before he speaks and honestly, he doesn't give a damn

I mean y'all hear him when he said the whole “ chill out girl 🙄😒” line you can't tell me he wasn't annoyed that star was ruining the fun

He also does not give a shit if he hurts someone's feeling with it especially if its someone he doesn't know or does not fuck with, he sees no point in trying to spare the feelings of anyone he doesn't care about

He can also be a bit flirty just in general as a joke or genuinely he is just like that and he dont care what gender it is he will make flirty jokes or comments regardless.🤣

He is an asshole, but he is quite loyal to the people he loves, surprisingly. But he loves them in his own way. Despite all the teasing, rude comments, cruel pranks, and injuries he may accidentally inflict, he doesn't fuck around with other people pulling that shit.

The definition of “nobody can bully my family or friends but me.”

He can be nice sometimes. It depends on whether he's fully sober or not, and then it depends on what he did.

Drunk = steer clear he's gonna say or do some stupid shit that could result in either a fight with somebody random or not,or you all dying.

Stoned = yeah, you have a better chance of seeing him nice with this one. But still, be careful cause high also results in hunger, so don't get bit. he does bite. Remember that.

He also relaxes better after smoking, so he might just sit his ass down for a while, maybe watch a movie.

He's not a TV guy though usually. he finds it hard to focus on shows and movies so he either likes to smoke before watching or else he has to pause it every 20 minutes to get up, walk around, and bitch about loopholes and plot points for a few minutes before he can sit back down and continue it.

He just kinda avoids them for those reasons. He's more of a music guy. Because then he can get up, bounce around, have fun, and not miss anything in the song cause he can do other shit while listening.

The music he likes is rock and heavy metal; I will admit, though, that he is the kinda person to pull the “Oh, you know (random band), then name 3 songs.”

“ (names 3 song)”.

“Oh shit cool, what's your favorite.”

He does that shit often, actually, but his saving grace is that if you know what your talking about, you now have a new friend to discuss your favorite bands with. 😭

He keeps his area of the cave a mess but he still knows where everything is. But it's not like a dirty mess; it's mostly just clutter.

He refuses to leave food containers or remains in his room overnight like he can not stand that shit if he's chilling out drawing or something, and he catches the lightest whiff of food smell from a container he finished off not even an hour ago he getting up and throwing it away.

Honestly, that goes for all the boys, to be fair. They don't care about being dirty themselves, but they don't want their spaces dirty if you get what I mean.

Also, he does not like people touching his stuff. Only a select few people can, and that is Laddie and the other boys maybe star once in awhile, and depending on whether you are a close friend or partner, you can, but everybody has to ask unless he says to grab it for him.

He just doesn't want his shit moved cause he's worried he won't be able to find it.

He's not worried about shit being broken cause he will just fix it. Unless it's CDs or records that he can't fix, he will be severely pissed.

But one specific thing you don't under any circumstance touch, grab or even breathe too close to is his sister's old music box. If that gets broken, he will kill you, no questions asked, and he won't feel bad about it, NOBODY would want to/ have the ability to stop him at that moment, so just please don't touch it.

Other than that, he doesn't care. He likes having people come to his space to hang out and keep him company. He also likes showing off all the cool shit he has.

Oh, and the him killing you thing reminds me.

He is scary as fuck when he kills/feeds cause his style is extremely animalistic. He doesn't just tear flesh away or rip a limb or two. He fucking MAULS his kills to the point that if you see the aftermath, you genuinely wonder if it was ever a human or not.

His kills are quick, violent, messy, and sadistic. Cause he genuinely does enjoy the kill, probably more than feeding.

He's an adrenaline junkie, a daredevil, and anything in between, so when it is time, he will find a target, and to be fair, he likes a good chase. So he will probably grab somebody, and when they fight back, he will purposely let them go and give them a head start so he can chase them down just to make the mauling more fun.

When he's done feeding, he is most of the time covered in blood, dirt, leaves, sand, sticks, you name it, and it's probably on him.

He cleans up as best he can before going back onto the boardwalk or heading into town of course. But if they have a late feeding and they have to get back to the cave in a hurry before sunrise. He will stay like that until the next day.

But by the time he wakes up, he hates the feeling of the stuff stuck to him, so he cleans up quickly just so he doesn't have to be uncomfortable lmao.

Anyway, that's it for now. He's just a funny, sarcastic, sadistic, flirty asshole. But we love him. Cause he's Paul.

[the-night-writer1]

Secret Gift

This prompt was given to me by my friend @sloth-artstudio or @abbytheslothwitch enjoy.

It was a Saturday afternoon as Macaque found himself once again lazing around the apartment he'd managed to get. Laying on the sofa as he occasionally rubbed his bump. The cubs seemed to be napping for once so he had some time to think.

Someone had been leaving gifts at his door or sometimes in his apartment. He was debating actually doing something about it. It wasn't like they were threatening gifts, it was mostly stuff for the cubs or some food a few times it had been money. Heck recently someone anonymously paid his rent for the next 5 years.

Whoever was doing this must have known about his cubs and his inability to work. His doctor actually had him in bed rest right now. So Macaque was a little concerned who'd be able to get all this information. What else could this mystery person know and how were they getting all this information?

"You two just rest a bit. I'm probably going to join your nap" Macaque stated softly as he rubbed his bump and leaned back into the pillows on the sofa. He did need the sleep. As he slept a particular fly snuck through an jarred window.

Turning into his normal monkey shape when he was sure Macaque was asleep. Wukong had found out about their cubs awhile ago when making sure Macaque wasn't causing trouble. Knowing how Macaque was and their current situation ship with each other Wukong had to sneak around. Gifts for the cubs and Macaque being left anonymously was the only real way Wukong could help.

It stung and Wukong wanted to just reveal he'd been helping along but it could cause Mac to completely disappear with their cubs. Thus this was Wukong's solution. He carefully walked around to see if Macaque was running low on anything after putting a blanket on him.

"Let's see" Wukong very softly mumbled as he opened Macaque's fridge and took notes," okay needs more of everything here, he's got plenty of prenatal vitamins though... maybe I should hire a house cleaner since he is on bed rest. Don't want him over doing it."

Wukong carefully walked over to where he knew the cubs room was going to be. Would it be overboard if he set it up? All the boxes were in here and he had left stuff in this apartment before. However there was also the noise. That might wake up Macaque and was it even possible to make a dresser quietly? The nursery still needed put together and he clearly couldn't let Macaque do it himself. Macaque was 7 months along and on bed rest.

This was a real pickle, maybe he could disguise himself later and say he was hired to put the nursery together? Would that work? Maybe he could use sound proof headphones on Macaque instead. Dammit why did this have to be so difficult. Wukong just wanted to help take care of the twins.

The monkey king hung hishead as he walked back to the living room where Macaque was sleeping and sat on the floor for a moment. Looking at Macaque with a sense if longing he absolutely hated. If you'd told the monkey king centuries ago he'd have to sneak about his pregnant partner in order to take care of them he wouldn't have believed it. However here he was sneaking around Macaque as the exhausted monkey slept.

He stood up and pressed a soft kiss to Macaque's forehead. Then one to the bump, maybe one day he'd be able to provide with hiding but for now this was for the best. He turned back into a fly and disappeared out the window with a list of things his cubs and mate need.

[starrynightarchive]

never not thinking about how zoro loves best through obsession and whole-hearted devotion.

he said he will join luffy's crew and accept him as his captain and was ready to lay down his life for him ever since. he lost to kuina again and again and he hated her but maybe he loved her too. he made her a promise when he barely knew anything about the world and he keeps it when he is 19, 21 and for as long as it will take him. he will become the strongest or die trying. he carries kuina's blade like it's a part of his soul and treasures it more than anything else. he tells kuma to take his life instead of his captain's and says that his captain will become king of the pirates and if his death is what makes it happen, then so be it. he has never said a single kind word about sanji to his face and yet, when he stood in front of kuma and said, "i was always prepared to sacrifice myself for others" he jams his sword into his side. he trusts his crew's stupid curly-browed cook to protect his nakama and all that is precious to him. his rival, his friend tells him, kill me if I'm not myself and he wants to say, don't you dare die on me. what he says is, you will only die by my hands, so stay alive till then. he stands in front of mihawk and greets death with a smile. scars to the back are a swordsman's shame, he says. and yet, he takes one look at his captain's pain and bows down, forehead pressed to the ground, to the very same man he swore he would defeat one day, pride all forgotten. he dismisses robin's gratitude like it's nothing because of course they came for her. of course he was there with his swords unsheathed and eyes sharp. because it was never a favour. it was just something he does- he protects and loves and will always be by your side.

he loves and loves and loves. he loves like a dog, with canines bared and in his haunches, ready to close his maws around anything that threatens the ones he loves. he says he doesn't believe in god and yet he falls to his knees in the face of love and vows himself, body and soul, to it. he has only known love through swords clanging against each other and food stamped under one's feet. he knows love through violence and devotion and clenched fists. always the protector, always the devotee.

he loves like a prayer, like a promise. he has never known love that doesn't consume him whole. he loves like this: washing chopper's back in the bath and carrying him on his shoulders. eating anything sanji puts in his plate without question, always trusting him to protect his back in a fight. handing his heart to luffy, still bleeding and beating, without hesitation. there is not a single universe in which he doesn't love someone with all that he has got. because it has always been all or nothing for him.

[slu7formen]

uhmmmmmm luke castellan "can I be the godfather?" but he is the actual father??? is that anything?

luke castellan x pregnant!reader

idk if this is what you asked for, but it’s what I understood 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️ pls let me know if I’ve done it wrong (tw: high chances of that)

warnings: reader is pregnant (duh), swearing, fluff ig <3

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"I'm pregnant"

Luke stares at you, his expression stunned. You don't even know if he's happy, sad, scared, or has completely turned into a whole-ass statue.

"What?" he pushes out of his lips with inmerse difficulty.

You sigh. This boy knew damn well you hate having to repeat yourself. "I'm pregnant, Luke"

"I heard what you said" he clarifies, lifiting his hand. "I'm just... trying to process."

There's a weird silence, not tense and thick, but not a comfortable either. You cover your legs more with the blanket, lifiting it up to your tummy, as if trying to cover the ungrown belly that was very much already working on its own to bring to the world a new life.

"How long have you known?" he finally breaks the silence.

"I found out yesterday" you answer.

Luke's eyebrows raise, as if you had just said something far more surprising than ´I'm pregnant´. "And you didn't tell me?" he pushed.

"I'm telling you now!" you retort.

Luke covers his face. You still can't figure out his feelings; if he's mad, if he's excited, if he's freaking out. And that makes you feel a bit scared. You start feeling a bit desperate; you didn't plan what you would do if he didn't react the way you wanted him to react. You didn´t exactly know what reaction you were expecting from him either.

"How did this even happen?"

You give him a look. "Do you want me to explain it to you?"

"Gods-, not..." he smacks his own forehead in an act of dumbness. "I'm sorry"

You nod. At this point, there's nothing else to say or do. The bomb had already been thrown.

"Are you gonna keep it? I mean, do you want to?"

You knew he wasn't asking you to do exactly what you thought of doing the second you saw that test. He was asking you the same question you asked yourself for hours and hours, what were you gonna do now?

You sighed heavily. "You know I've been thinking about leaving camp" you say, forcing Luke to go back to that conversation you two had just a few weeks away, "My time has ended here. Maybe this is what I needed to realize I should leave"

"No, don't be ridiculous" he answers almost immediately.

You raise your eyebrows. "Don't call me ridiculous. You know I can't stay here forever, Luke"

"I'm very much aware of that" Luke seems to want to add something, but he doesn't.

If it were up to Luke, he would stay at camp until the day he died. What could he possibly want from the outside world? Studies? A family? A normal life? He forgot about those possibilities before he even turned twelve. Most demigods outgrew camp, like you wanted to do, but that was not on Luke's radar. You weren't surprised; he was a hero, the perfect son of Hermes. Of course he would stay at camp, and that would only be his first of many heroic achievements.

"I'll leave as soon as camp ends" you state, as if you had suddenly decided it all.

But now, Luke wanted to leave with you. He wanted to take care of you, the same care he's been taking for the last months since he got to know you better, maybe even treat you a lot better, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. You wanted to leave, and you weren't inviting him.

"Then, can I ask you something?" he asks.

You shrug with a small nod, "Anything"

"Can I be the godfather?"

He had a serious face, not the one when he was playing pranks or joking around, the one he wore when he was dead serious. Your stare at his face, ice cold. He seems like he had already come up with the idea, as if that was the first thing that he thought about when you gave him the news.

"Luke, are you fucking dumb?"

The poor guy widens his eyes, surprised by the sudden and very offensive answer. "What did I do?" he asks.

"Why are you asking me to be the godfather when you are the father!?"

His expression turns into an understanding, a sudden ´oh´ moment. "Are you serious?" he asks, almost as if he was asking you if you were totally fully a hundred percent sure.

You wanted to punch his nose.

"Luke. Who else am I having sex with if it isn't you!?" you can't help but yell at his face, his dumbness in a situation like this surprising you more than anything else.

"I was just making sure! What if it was from your ex? You slept with him a few months ago"

"I've been pregnant for less time than that, Luke!"

"I'm sorry! But I had to be sure!"

You take a deep breath, covering your face in frustration.

Luke stares at you for a second, almost as if trying to decipher your own emotions now. Then, he starts laughing, a real laughter. You lift your gaze, seeing his head tilt backwards.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's just-," Luke's laughs continue for a little longer, "it's so weird. It's so weird to think I'm a dad"

"The dumbest dad to step a toe on earth, yes" you bite back, still unable to believe you were having a whole conversation with a guy that thought he was not the father of your child. Like-, why would you say it first to someone who isn't the father? He ignores your comment, but his lips curling up in a tiny smile. His expression shows you he's happy, and the realization makes your heart jump.

"Can I ask you another question?" he asks again, biting back a little grin forming on his lips.

"Depends, are you gonna ask if we used protection?"

"Wouls you let me go with you?"

That caught you off guard. You stare at his eyes, dark and shiny in the summer night. He seems nervous, anxious for the answer. His hand is fidgeting, and his leg is jumping. You feel yourself getting a little dizzy, the adrenaline in your blood making you a little more lightheaded.

"Why would you go with me?" you ask, as if the answer would explain all the possible reasons.

"Well, now that I know that it's mine," he begins, trying to lighten the mood a little. The cold stare of your tired eyes makes him instantly stop though. He clears his throat before continuing, "I'd like to help and be by your side. If you let me"

The last words stung a bit, knowing that he knew that there was a chance you would deny his offer. You weren't with Luke, not explicitly, or oficially, yet you'd known him for so long, and so well, that it felt odd not having him in your life. He was like a constant, a stable, and a good friend. It would be difficult, but you knew the road wouldn't be impossible, not if he was the one walking the same path.

"I'd like to take responsability. I don't want this kid to grow the same way you and I and all of the other demigods did" he continues, as if the silence was hurting him.

You'd never met someone as hurt with this whole demigod situation as Luke, which was ironic judging by how perfectly skilled and behaved he was. A clearly absent father, a mother gone mad, living in the streets for years, alone, hungry, cold, sweaty, hurt. If it was you, you wouldn't have survived, yet he managed to put on that mask and walk out and not let anyone know how destroyed his heart was. Luke was strong, which led him to be heroic. Did he need it? No, but he knew when and who to use it with. You loved that about him.

Besides, he was good with kids.

"You know, you're not the worst choice of a father" you tease. You can see him smile, relieved, his shoulders relaxing.

"Really?" he asks, hopeful.

He smiles widely, and his smile is so contagious that you can't help but mirror him. He pushes himself off his seat in a flash, kneeling next to you. He puts his arms around your body and lifts you up. You laugh loudly, surprised by the sudden act. You wrap your arms around his neck and let him lift you off the bed.

He stops for a moment, gently putting you down on the floor again. He hugs you softly then, pressing his forehead to yours.

"We're suppossed to get married now, right?" he asks with a tilt of his head.

"What?"

[salda4]

A Starry night

I approached Her.

One hundred and twelfth bloom, I had a hard time remembering how to pronounce Her ancient and alien name, fortunetly for me She let's me call Her Daisy. A being of such age just sitting at a table in a cafee.

'Is something wrong little one?' She asked, as if Her presence here wasn't so out of place for me.

'Nothing Miss Daisy' I responded, hoping i kept a straight face.

She showed me to take a seat next to Her on a Affini-sized couch. I still had no idea what She would want from a girl like me, just a boring, normal, mortal person.

I still took the seat nonetheless, talking with Her was always interesting and I couldn't miss out talking to someone so fascinating.

'How was your week?' I started with a safe question.

'Nothing special, at least nothing more special than you here petal. So let's talk about the most interesting thing that has happened this week and what is on said "thing's" mind. I see something is bothering you and has been so for our last few meetings.'

I just sat there frozen with her 6 mesmerising eyes piercing through me. I had no idea how to bring up how insignificant I felt next to Her.

I did not want to mention how hard it was to adjust to the idea of no more capitalism, how it all felt so foreign and I wanted to cry. It was not bad by any mean, I just had a hard time adjusting and it was all my fault and i shouldn't concern Her with such banalities.

I jumped as I felt a vine poking at my arm and then going inside of it.

'Pardon me, I seem to have asked a hard question causing you some unnecessary anxiety. I hope you do not mind some class-E and very mild class-D to help you talk.

I was scared of what was about to come out of my mouth, I did give Her permission to administer me xenodrugs just in case but I never expected class-D.

'Just you are so old, not like it is bad or anything but my mind just thinks it is weird you even notice a dumb girl like me also ever since the Affini arrived everything has been changing and it is so much. Suddenly it is okay to wear a collar in public and even though I always wanted that I just can't get myself to do it because I am still scared people will look weird at me. Please make it stop, please.'

I stopped as soon as i felt her administer something to neutralise class-D in me. I stared at my hands just wanting to cry and expecting her to do, I don't know, something. Something bad must happen, it always does when I open up, parents hated me for that, some friends did too, now Her.

Instead I felt a warm embrace.

'It is okay little one, you are absolutely not dumb and I am deeply sorry for making you speak what you think like that. I however belive it was necessery for you to say it out loud and I am glad I could hear it, that way I may help you. In the meantime would you like to order something warm to drink while you recover?'

I just silently nodded.

After some time i have noticed what a beautiful night it was. I hang on to the one familiar thing I could see, the stars. I always liked watching them I could always count on them, recognising constellations above made me feel calmer. I finally got a nice lukewarm tea, just the way I liked it. Another thing to ground me and calm me down.

'Do you remember the first time you saw the stars?' I asked after what felt like an eternity.

'Of course I do.' She responded with that gentle voice of Hers.

'How different was it from the one here?'

'Unimaginably so.'

'You must miss it' I knew I would.

'To be true with you my dear, I don't. If that sky stayed with me for all my blooms I would not have taken florets, I would have not helped so many cuties like you. I am aware change is scary, especially for your species,from my observations, however it is also natural. The world around you will change, sophonts you meet will change, the sky will change, you will change but it is for the better. Standing in place doesn't get anyone anything. Even if some things don't seem to ever fully change, sometimes you will meet old friends and it will be as if not a day has passed. You will find a few thing that will stay somewhat the same, the way you like tea, what your favaurite genre of books is, ones your heart belongs to.

Although a lot will be diffrent and you must remember that. Some sophonts need help with accepting that truth of the ever changing universe, others realise it on their own. Once you realise you can change and leave things behind you can be fully yourself. You can be free from what everyone thought you should be, break out of that rigid idea.

For instance, becoming a floret is about accepting that change, you put all the terrible things behind yourself and can begin being your best self . Tonight you are an independent, but who knows about tomorrow?

I may have a new pet to talk about the stars with.

We will see, won't we petal?'

I for once looked happily towards the future, knowing that tomorrow I I would be Hers forever.

[cozymochi]

What would your OCs think of each other if they met? I remember seeing how they'd interact with Tia, if I recall correctly, but I don't know if this was already asked.

I don’t think this was specifically asked before, so I’m just gonna yap under cut because. I’m probably not going to say anything too interesting.

(No drawings, sorry. Just rambling. So only the most die-hard of die hard are probably willing to peep this.)

Long winded answer under cut.

It’s hard to say.

On the one hand they were all made in their own bubbles, so the thought of them interacting with each other has hardly come up.

Then, on the other hand, in-universe, they’re all in different grade levels and that itself doesn’t help either when it comes to paths crossing.

But if TWST can come up increasingly asinine and inorganic reasons as why to exact same 21 guys + Prefect/Grim keep getting roped together but not any of the other 800 students, I don’t see why I can’t think of semi normal reasons for 3 guys to cross paths.

EMILO 🦜

- More likely to encounter Cecil since 1st years and 2nd years have joint classes sometimes. He would probably never hear about Cecil otherwise unless Kalim yapped or invited him to a Scarabia party since Kalim and Cecil are classmates.

- Emilio would find Cecil to be a bit… squirrely. And also hate his attitude cuz Cecil is kind of sardonic.

- They are two sides of the same coin, though. If Emilio got over himself for half a second they’d probably be stupid friends.

- As a 1st year student, Emilio is extremely unlikely to cross paths with Nyoka at all. However, he likely knows who he is since the Wadjet’s are supposed to be an important noble family.

- And of course, Emilio ALSO being from a noble family should be privy to knowing who every prominent family in Twisted Wonderland is (this is just something he does)

- He would immediately start kissing ass like he normally does with heirs so he has something to brag about back home.

- He would find Nyoka to be dignified! But uh, a bit erm… well… cold. The aura is overwhelming.

CECIL🌿

- Cecil shares a class with Kalim, so if Kalim yapped enough I’m sure Emilio’s name would pop up at some point. If not through Kalim, through Sebek because Emilio and Sebek are classmates, and Cecil tends to be a fly on the wall in Diasomnia. He would hear of him first before ever meeting him. (Two polar opposite takes)

- Cecil would find Emilio annoying and pretentious. He would hate Emilio’s uppity attitude.

- If Cecil stopped being a hermit maybe they could be friends.

- Cecil is only slightly more likely to encounter Nyoka if only because Cecil frequents the library for his own reasons- and that’s Nyoka’s stomping grounds.

- Cecil would be absolutely mortified of Nyoka, BUT!!! Nyoka seems… okay? But he is not willing to possibly upset him and get bit so he treads carefully.

NYOKA🫖

- Nyoka spends far too much time being out of the way. He’s not privy to much interaction from anybody unless asked to by his Housewarden or a staff member. Otherwise he will just go through the motions and keep to himself.

- He is not likely to hear about Emilio or Cecil in any capacity since neither are all that significant. He shares a class with the dang Housewarden of Diasomnia, but that guy is in his own world.

- He would find Emilio to be a try-hard and suss out pretty quickly that the boy is trying to overcompensate for something.

- If Emilio starts sucking up to him, Nyoka will test to see how far he’s willing to go to, not unlike what Jamil already does to Emilio. …Except, worse. Not that it matters.

- Nyoka would find Cecil to be yet another skittish mouse. That said, ultimately harmless.

- At most, Nyoka can appreciate Cecil’s interest in lesser discussed magical artifacts/history. So, if assistance is needed in locating or identifying something, he is willing to do so.

- But that’s it.

- Scaring him is fun, low key.

…

Honestly some of this info requires knowledge of some established lore I’ve discussed maybe once before. MOSTLY FOR EMILIO WHICH IS LOCATED RIGHT HERE.

…

The overlap of classmates, dorm mates and club mates are where things get freaky.

OKAY BYE THANKS ALL 2 oF YOU wHO PEEP THIS.

[mj-iza-writer]

Sp Special Containment part 20

"Come in", the Director looked up from the notes on his desk.

"Hey, good morning", Caretaker stepped in.

"Good morning", the Director nodded, "how are you doing?"

"Doing alright. I was outside for a cup of coffee before I went to check on Whumpee. You know it snowed a lot last night."

"I know, it's freezing out there", the Director leaned back in their chair, "is there a reason you're telling me about the snow?"

"Can we take the three of them outside. They haven't been out in months. I bet they all would like it if they could see the snow", Caretaker smiled, "Whumpee said they would like to see it in person. We should grant that wish for them."

"That's unfortunately a security risk", the Director frowned, "the guards won't be able to secure an outside perimeter for them."

"So we just keep them in their chairs. The guards stand ready just in case", Caretaker couldn't help but get excited, "I really want to do this. Cass is helping Mcgee today. So they can help out too."

"Caretaker, I know you have this big goal to get them outside. I agree with you, it would be nice to do this for them. But, we have to consider everything. We are still building our weapons unit. Maybe at some time we can think about giving them more activities. I would love to give Jaimie a gym and do a porch for them. That would give them a better quality of life. I want that for them. They can't even shower yet. I heard about Jaimie yesterday."

"Can we try please", Caretaker pleaded, "I'll take the blame if anything happens. It's just us and the guards. No one else will be outside."

The Director finally sighed after thinking for a few minutes, "they will need warm clothes."

"Really?", Caretaker smiled excitedly.

"Yes", the Director nodded with a sheepish grin, "help Andy and Mcgee with getting warmer clothes. You should show Cass how to do it as well. I'll meet with everyone by the cafeteria, and I'll alert the guards and have them get ready."

"Do they know what to do in this type of situation?", Caretaker questioned.

"They do. I did have them train for outside instances. Just in case there was an escape attempt or if someone pulled my arm enough. The things I've allowed for these weapons."

Caretaker excitedly opened Whumpee's door after the buzzer.

Whumpee looked up from a bag of cookies.

"Hey, get changed into these. I need to get you in your wheel chair", Caretaker laughed.

"What's going on? Is everything okay?", Whumpee looked at them worriedly.

"I promise you'll love this. Get changed, I'll be right back", Caretaker smiled.

Andy grinned as they carried the warm clothes into Aramais's room.

Aramais looked up, then eyed the clothes.

"Will you allow me to surprise you. The Director is allowing us to do something special for you guys", Andy set the clothes down, "I can't tell you though. You'll have to trust me."

Aramais frowned but nodded, "I hate surprises, but I'm curious now."

"Great, I'm going to get your chair. Go ahead and get changed. I'll be right back", Andy opened the door, and left a confused Aramais.

Jaimie was also confused but was excited to get new clothes to wear.

"These are so cute", she exclaimed while looking at the sweater and coat.

Aramais showed up at the meeting place first.

The Director grinned.

"Andy says you guys are surprising us. I'm not the greatest with surprises", Aramais grinned.

"I know, the weapons don't respond well to unscheduled things. That one said he was taking the blame for this", the Director pointed.

Aramais turned and saw Caretaker who had a giant grin on his face.

"Well, I haven't seen Whumpee since they were rushed past me. How are you feeling?", Aramais smiled.

"I'm not sick anymore thankfully. I'm just weak now, and my stomach is still a little queasy", Whumpee explained, "it hurts to throw up so much."

Aramais nodded, "yeah, I bet."

"There is Jaimie", the Director looked up.

"She looks better than when I saw her last as well", Aramais commented.

"Mcgee did my nails for me", Jaimie wiggled her fingers, "it made me feel better last night."

"They uh, look good" Aramais awkwardly commented, "sparkly."

"So we are all here. What's the surprise?", Aramais looked back at the Director.

"Guards, project snow is a go", the Director announced.

Several guards stepped forward.

The weapons were being pushed before they could react.

"Wait... are we going outside?", Whumpee looked up at Caretaker.

Caretaker reached over the chair and pulled Whumpee's hood up for them.

Andy and Mcgee did the same for Aramais and Jaimie.

"Outside?", Jaimie looked up excitedly, "look it's snowing again."

Aramais laughed, "it's been a while since I've been out there."

"You have no idea how much begging I had to do to get you guys outside", Caretaker laughed, "I know Whumpee was excited when they heard it snowed. I thought this would be a fun activity."

Cass watched excitedly as everyone was taken into different directions.

The guards stood in a perimeter around the area. No one was allowed past them.

Caretaker was placing snowballs in Whumpee's hand.

Whumpee giggled excitedly as Caretaker would then break the snow ball over their head and let it fall on them.

Andy hung back with Aramais. They both watched everyone playing.

Mcgee was pushing Jaimie through the snow as fast as they could.

Aramais laughed at everyone's happiness.

The Director couldn't help himself. He knelt down and made a snowball. He looked around and lightly tossed it at Aramais.

Aramais jumped, and looked up in the direction it came from.

"Sorry, I had too", the Director laughed.

Aramais grinned, "sure, target the one who can't fight back."

Andy reached over and brushed the snow away from Aramais.

"Do you want to do anything out here?", Andy laughed.

"I would love to throw a snowball back at the Director", Aramais whispered, "I'm enjoying this though. I've missed being outside."

"I'll throw one", Andy knelt down and started to pack the snow, "dare me to do it."

Aramais grinned and nodded.

The Director happened to turn away to see what Whumpee was doing when the snow hit them in the back.

"Bullseye", Aramais yelled excitedly.

The Director looked at both of them.

Andy quickly pointed at Aramais.

"You got a good arm on you Andy", the Director chuckled.

Jaimie screamed as she and Mcgee ran past the group.

"How does Mcgee have so much energy", Cass stood next to the Director.

"Agent Mcgee use to be a field agent. She would go out and protect researchers on the field. When the three weapons came here Jaimie requested to have a female help her. She had some issues in the past with males. I started to work on finding a female as I didn't have one readily available. I wanted to give Jaimie what she needed, though, so she could be comfortable. I asked Mcgee if she would be willing to help take care of Jaimie until I could find a replacement. Mcgee is honestly a very powerful agent, very strong and courageous. I know Jaimie likes that about her. Mcgee asked me a while back if she could be moved to doing this job permanently. She loves taking care of Jaimie. She's almost like a mom to Jaimie."

Cass watched Jaimie and Mcgee pause to look at a small snowman Caretaker had built on Whumpee's lap. Aramais also asked to get closer to see.

"The weapons we house here. All four of them have gone through so much. This place is their home now. All of them deserve some normalcy. I hope to be able to do things like this more often. I want to return to them what they may have lost when they were turned into weapons."

Aramais looked up and smiled.

"They deserve it. That's why I'm hoping Mitch will come around for us", the Director smiled back at Aramais, "I know he was hurt just as much as these three. He deserves to find happiness too."

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[tea-and-secrets]

I'm not sure if this is the right place to confess this, but I really need to get this out of my chest. Feel free to make a post redirecting me to another confessions blog if you'd like, in the meantime I'll just spit out what I wanna say. This will also be a long post, please excuse my ramblings.

on May of this year, a movie from A24 came out called "I Saw The TV Glow", a horror/drama film based on transness created by a transfemme individual. I didn't hear about it when it came out, I haven't seen any trailers or anything, but as soon as it started airing on local theaters on the US, everyone was talking about it. My TikTok FYP kept showing me dozens of videos of trans people crying after they watched the movie, how it was a beautiful touching and anxiety fueled movie that resonated with so many people from the trans community.

I was interested and my expectations were high, I like horror movies and I haven't seen many movies tackling on transgenderism. I told my partner (who doesn't label themself but they sure are every But cis) about the movie and they actually heard about it and was also interested. Since we're a super long distant couple (I live outside of the US while my partner is from there) we couldn't watch it on theaters, but we planned on watching it online at some point.

Well, that "some point" was a week ago. We got on call and watched the movie and... I was kinda disappointed. I didn't Hate the movie, I still think it was good and my partner thought the same, but we didn't see it as a amazing film like so many people were claiming. We both agreed it was a 7/10 movie with a great message, but in the end it was nothing special.

The confession comes from me feeling guilty about this. I feel bad for not liking this movie as much as a trans person compared to every other trans person that loved it. My partner and I read articles about it and even watched videos covering the ending that left us confused and unsatisfied. Later on I searched the movie tag here on Tumblr, and saw many posts of people (trans people) criticizing those who laughed at moments and questioned the movie and started picking it apart after the movie ended instead of staying in silence. I think that's kinda ridiculous considering that was our first reaction to the ending, but apparently everyone on the notes were agreeing with the original posters, even accusing those that did those as "ignorant cis people".

I'm sure people will say: "You didn't like it because you're not a trans woman/trans femme". And you're right about one part: I'm a transmasc non binary person, but that can't be the reason since I've seen trans men and transmascs enjoying and relating/resonating with the movie. "Well clearly You didn't have to hide your identity" I Have to hide my identity to so many of my family members. I can't even get the haircut that I want, I don't have the clothing that will make me feel like im dressing myself, I don't have access to top surgery or testosterone injections. I know who I am, I just can't fully be that person yet. "Maybe you didn't get the message and symbolism" I watched the movie Knowing the symbolism, people on TikTok weren't being really vague about it lol. It's about suppressing your gender identity, suppressing who you truly are and the dangers of doing so. Not transitioning can kill, and Has killed, so many people. No matter who you are or how old you are or where you live, there's still time. There's still time for you to dig out your suppressed identity and turn into your true self. I think the message is Beautiful and So Important, it's just Something in the Execution that didn't work for me, I can't even explain it.

I know that in the end it's not that deep, it's just a movie that a lot of people Love while I just mildly enjoyed. I just wish I cried and adored this movie like everyone else did, I wish I connected to this movie like everyone else did. Maybe one day I will not care about this anymore, but I don't know when this guilt will go away. Hopefully soon.

This is just a me issue btw, my partner feels fine with just finding the movie okay.

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