#i dont. i dont even know if i want them to come back.

[landoughnut]

We All Fam - OP81

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pairing: oscar piastri x norris!fem!reader

summary: it's race day and you loveee posting memes of your brother and bf

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[shikaizer]

does she know? jujuwatkins x reader.

Juju is your ex, she had already found another girl, even though shes taken, she cant help but still be head over heels for you which she kept denying.

CHEATING — TOXIC!JUJU

| you still gon hang over?

| dont know ju, its late

| bro you promised.

| your such a dick

| and i told u, ur free to sleep over

| gosh where even is ur gf?

| told u she spending her time on family vaca

| thats y i invited u over, no other feelings

| didn't say anything

| whatever js hurry

you groaned sitting up at your bed, you looked over at the clock and it was still good for you to make your way to her dorm, and your clearly not planning to stay.

you and juju had broken up on good terms, but for you, its just one sided, you would often catch juju shit talking about you to her friends but you didn't really care. you knew who was in the wrong and almost all of them knew how juju is.

after your drive, you didn't bother knocking but instead let your self in with no shame, i mean you have been in the same house for 3years what would be the difference?

you sight a peak of the back of her head in the couch, sneaking in your tiptoe, once your closer you touched her shoulders making her flinch.

"what the fuck!" she shout whispered and turned to look at you frowning, she sighed rolling her eyes. "your such a pussy" you sneered and sat next to her.

"did not expect you to actually come" juju confessed and you snorted suprised at what she just said.

"how can i not when your close to sulking." you scoffed and she leaned her back at the couch looking directly at you. "or just admit it, you actually missed me." juju laughed and your face was serious so she stopped.

"looks whos talking." you retorted raising your eyebrows, involving her on her assumptions. she faked shivered rolling her eyes and returned her gaze back at the tv "scary."

"inviting me over just for you to watch tv?" you scoffed and crossed your arms and she spoke up. "just wanted some company." you smirked nodding getting full of yourself. "from me?" you asked and juju shrugged. "any girl will do." she responded not even daring to look at you.

you frowned getting annoyed and you stood up, "im leaving." you firmly said and juju looked over at you before grabbing your hands pulling you back to sit down, but this time your body is now pressed on her, you smelt the hypnotizing perfume on her hoodie and the warmness radiating on her.

"damn im kidding." juju spoke up and returned her attention to the tv again, your head fell chest and you bit your lip enjoying the contact, you didnt dare move.

you slowly turned your head around to look at the tv staying quiet embracing the moment, but all of it was destroyed when her phone across the the small tea table rang, she had to fucking move and when she did you felt weird that her warmth left.

"yeah babe?" juju was still lookint at the tv, but your looking directly at her. "js watching." you bit your lip scanning her side profile. "all alone babe dont worry." your face dropped in a dissapointed one since you assumed her girlfriend knew your with her.

"okay, loveyou." she turned her gaze on you when she said those words making your stomach take turns, but your still mad.

she placed the phone down and you crossed your arms.

"i thought she knew im here?" you asked raising your eyebrows. "when did i say that?" juju asked a hint of nervous in her tone.

"it doesn't matter ju! she should know!" you argued and rolled her eyes.

"she doesn't need to know." juju spat and you scoffed amused. "im seriously leaving." you cocked your head and stood up again, but again— juju caught your hand this time pulling you to her harder sensing the annoyance in her.

"dont—" juju said clenching her jaw and you rolled your eyes. "tell her or im gonna." you threatened and juju stayed quiet just staring st you. "thats it." you tried standing up again but she secured your position. "dont fucking leave."

juju glared at you and you calmed down, "she just wont mind— so its useless." juju added and stared deeply at you.

"bullshit." you cursed and she groaned "whatever, leave if you want." she commanded but you stayed in your position not moving a inch.

"yeah. thats what i thought." she muttured a sly smirk forming in her lips.

you focused on her lips a little too long which she taken notice on, she licked her lips her breathing getting raggy as she scanned your whole face.

as you met her gaze you quickly turned your head avoiding her gaze, but to your suprise she grabbed the back of your head and slammed you on her lips.

you gasped thru the kiss, she yanked your hair throwing your head back, gaining acess to slip her tounge inside you.

you moaned thru the kiss and she gripped on your hair pushing you down the matress, she pulled away and cursed under her breath scanning your body.

you looked up at her getting desperate and nervous, but you needed her, you wanted this so much even though its wrong.

"ju..." you called out and she hesistated keeping her gaze at you, her breath is heavy and she bit her lip trying to resist.

"fuck." she muttured trying to debate if she should continue or not, you slightly lifted your shirt and juju whimpered under her breat.

"fuck." she repeated and leaned down kissing you roughly tugging and the hem of your shirt passing it to your head and throwing dropping it on the floor.

"need you.." you muffled thru kisses and she bit your bottom lip grasping one of yours tits.

"shit— shut up." she muttured pulling away as she doesn't want to realize what the both of you are doing right now wanting to be carried away.

she gripped on your hair more burying her face on your neck you swear you can hear her softly whimpering through messy kisses on your skin.

"fuck ju.." you groaned and her hands made its way to your thighs gripping on it.

she used her thighs to widen your legs apart securing your position, she bought her fingers to the hem of your short pulling them off with ease.

she grazed her teeth on your skin and slid her fingers inside you making you arch you back moaning, she squeezed her eyes shut in hopes off resisting you as shes already turning crazy.

you whimpered when she curled her fingers and thrusting them deeper.

"oh fuck." juju cursed pressing her lips on your skin turned on the way your squeezing her fingers.

the bitter feeling of her inside you had you in chokehold, and again, she has a whole ass girlfriend yet you still felt the guilt.

but are you going to tell her to stop? no you wont. the both of you are well aware but theres no point on stopping now.

juju groaned when you bucked your hips closer to her fingers and she sped up lifting herself up to look at you.

she scanned your face and your expression, her eyes are half lidded, lips apart, and breathing heavily.

she gave you a one last thrust, you arched your back moaning again and she slowed down when you have reached your climax.

juju slowly pulled away breathing heavily not because she was tired, she was in shock.

you stared at her and she sat down cursing under her breath.

"ju.." you called out and she picked out your clothes throwing them to your way.

you raised your eyebrows confused and she avoided your gaze "you can leave if you want."

you bit your lips expecting for something more, huffing at her, you put on your clothes "fuck you." you muttured and stomped off tears slowly falling down your cheeks.

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[everlastingserenitys]

OFF SCRIPT! ☆

summ. after getting constant emails from a company sylus didn't want to work with, he finally gave in, and well...he might've went a little too wild on his first shoot with you.

pairing. sylus x f!reader cw. pornstar!sylus, pornstar!reader, p in v, masturbation, creampie, cumming inside, perv!sylus again yayy, he is practically in heat lol, kinda loving sex if u look closer a/n. sorry I love writing I dont mean to post so much !! anyway cool idea I thought of <3

It was often that Sylus would get requests by other companies to work with him.

Usually, he’d reject most of them and find other people on his own time and people that fit his standards.

But one day Sylus’ manager kept getting a bunch of emails from this company Sylus did not like, offering to do a shoot with him.

After the constant pestering for weeks and weeks, Sylus hesitantly agreed, it was just a little shoot with somebody, couldn’t be that bad right?

Well, both companies agreed on meeting up a week in advance so they could ‘get to know each other’ which was weird, because Sylus never did that before.

But a week passed and Sylus got ready at his studio to meet up with the other company. He sat in his chair, tapping a rhythm against his leg as he patiently waited.

A few minutes passed and the door clicked open, Sylus’ gaze averted from the ground to the figure walking in the room and…

Woah.

That was strange…for Sylus to feel like that with a person he just saw.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

As you were walking in, Sylus’ eyes were everywhere but on yours. His gaze darted from your tight dress, suffocating your beautiful figure, to your breasts, to your hair. Oh how he was already so captivated by you.

Sylus got up from his seat and headed towards you, lifting his hand in front of you. The second your frail fingers slid against his rough ones, Sylus had to hold back a grunt that almost escaped his lips.

Fuck, just what was that reaction? It's not his first time he’s touched a woman anyway?

Your voice echoed through the empty studio as you introduced yourself to Sylus and his manager, did he even catch your name? Whatever it was, he wanted to get on with the shoot soon.

A quiet sigh escaped Sylus’ lips when he remembered he still had one more person before his shoot with you, but all he had to do was finish quickly when he was with the woman before you, then finally have his shoot with you, couldn’t be bad right?

After the brief introduction and a few ground rules that Sylus didn’t listen to–it was now finally time for you to leave. Sylus wished you stayed just a little bit longer, but he knew he couldn’t ask you that. So the second you left his studio an annoyed groan escaped his lips and he headed back to the dressing room to get changed.

Hours passed and he was now home. Sylus was finishing up a few emails on his computer but for some reason a little part of his mind was a little distracted by you, and of course, out of curiosity he decided to search you up.

And, well…fuck.

You were pretty popular, and had a bunch of views. All your videos seemed to be doing very well and Sylus couldn't help but feel something inside him, it wasn’t jealousy, but something completely different.

So, instinctively, he hovered his mouse over the play button of one of your most viral videos. Sylus leaned back in his chair as he let the video play out in front of him.

He watched as this fuckass purple haired man fucked you like a slut. The man's fingers digging deep in your hips as his cock pummeled deep into you, Sylus somewhat felt annoyed, but his fingers were definitely not annoyed.

Cause after barely being five minutes into the video, Sylus already had his fingers wrapped around his hard cock, he stroked slow movements on it as his eyes continued to stay locked on your pixelated video.

Rage fueled his eyes and he couldn’t wait for the day he gets to do the video with you to come soon. The last few minutes of the video played and a grovelling moan escaped Sylus’ lips as the last few drops of semen dripped out of him.

After he got himself cleaned up, he decided to watch your other videos, without getting off at them.

He was just going to watch them.

It was already the next morning and Sylus went through each and every one of your videos from that night, he didn’t get a wink of sleep since and his mind that had a faded memory of you was now completely filled with you.

As much as he tried to get you out of his mind, it was impossible for him to do so.

But while the days progressed, there was still a week until you and Sylus were supposed to have a shoot.

And each day, Sylus was asking the same question to his manager.

The first day he limped to his manager and played a dramatic act before he asked, “my leg hurts…is it possible we skip this person and i do my next shoot next week?”

“No.”

Okay, that didn't work out.

On the second day Sylus showed up to the studio later than usual, when he finally walked in, his manager was already bombarding him with a bunch of questions, asking where he was and such.

“My voice hurts a little and I lost my script, can we just skip this person?”

“Nope, I have an extra script if you want, also this script is for the person next week? So get on with it and make sure you’re ready tomorrow..” His manager pulled out some papers and shoved them towards Sylus, who groaned in response and walked away.

On the third day–also the day he had to shoot with the woman before you, he tried to make every possible excuse to avoid the filming but no one was listening to him.

And now, there was just an hour left before he had to start the shoot, so he decided to give in and just get it over with, and hope he’d just finish quickly. An hour passed and the woman showed up on set. His manager got the cameras ready and in a quick second the three second timer ended and the cameras started rolling.

Sylus’ fingers snaked around the woman’s waist as he aligned her pussy with Sylus’ cock, he pushed her down on it and rocked his hips against her ass, the sounds of his unrhythmic thrusts filling the room was getting him nowhere to release.

Sylus kept his eyes shut as he continued to pummel himself deep into the woman. He tried to think of anything that would get him to cum any quicker, then…ever so suddenly he winked open an eye and glanced at the woman's breasts, and then a memory of your cleavage appeared in his mind.

A whine slipped from Sylus’ lips and that's how he knew he was close, so close. Sylus’ fingers gripped tighter on the woman's waist and he pulled and pushed her, up and down, up and down, his eyes were locked onto her pussy that was clenching his cock in a respectful manner, now all Sylus needed to do was imagine it was your–

Shit.

A loud moan escaped Sylus’ lips and he pulled the woman out of him and sighed against the bed. Now that hack definitely worked out. A minute or so passed and Sylus’ manager walked towards him, a surprised look appearing in his eyes as he helped Sylus get cleaned up.

“That was… way too quick, don’t ‘cha think?” His manager chuckled awkwardly, patting Sylus down with a warm wet towel, but Sylus just shrugged and rested the warm towel against his eyes.

“I just need four more days to pass,” he said in the lowest voice he possibly could.

-

And finally, those four long, excruciating days passed and Sylus pranced around his studio as he waited for you to come as soon as possible. He bit his finger and sat on the bed as the seconds passing felt like minutes, and then hours, and then day–

The click of his door awoke Sylus from his stressing and he perked up on the bed, looking as the door opened up to reveal you walking in, a couple of papers in your hands as you glanced around the studio, and finally making eye contact with Sylus.

The faintest smile appeared on Sylus’ lips as he watched you walk towards him, his eyes quickly looking you up and down before you spoke up, “did you practice your lines?” your beautiful voice made Sylus stammer before he nodded.

“Mhmm, let's start now. Aye get the cameras ready f’me?” Sylus directed to the manager, who obediently listens to his orders and gets the cameras ready. As both of your managers were getting things ready, Sylus glanced at the busy workers before his fingers snaked around your waist, pulling you closer–

What was he doing? He didn't even know why he pulled you close like that…

Sylus cleared his throat before slightly pushing you away. And before either of you could speak, the managers hollered that they were ready. So you step away from Sylus and get in position.

The cameras started rolling and you walked towards Sylus in a seductive manner. Was that even a part in the script? Sylus was so dazed by you he patiently waited till you reached him. And so the final second you were just a few inches away from him, Sylus wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto his lap.

His large fingers cupped the sides of your face and Sylus pulled you in an intense, needy kiss. His tongue darted towards your closed lips as he sought entrance, wanting–needing, to savour more of you.

A quiet gasp left your lips and you obediently parted your lips, letting his tongue slide right through, tasting everything. He slid his fingers through your hair as he pushed you down on the bed. Fuck, he might as well had forgotten the whole script, might as well wing it.

Sylus continued to devour you, acting like he hadn't eaten for a year. Moments later he pulled away to catch his breath and stare at your flushed face beneath him. Now, comes the fun part. Sylus grabbed onto your knees as he spread your legs apart.

His eyes darted at your bare pussy on display for him, you weren't even wearing anything under that dress and that just turned on Sylus even more. His hungry gaze lingered there for a few minutes before he removed his belt and his pants in a quick movement.

Sylus’ hard cock was on display for you, he wrapped two fingers around it, slowly stroking himself before pressing his tip against your drooling cunt.

“Ready?” Sylus asked, teasingness laced in his voice. You let out a desperate whine and he pressed himself inside you, his cock was stretching out your pussy and that's when his whole mood took a whole 180.

Sylus grabbed onto your hips, his short nails dug deep into them as he rocked you and him back and forth in an indescribable pattern. Moans filled the studio and he already forgot what he was supposed to do next, he just continued ramming himself into you.

“Fuck..” Sylus moaned, pushing himself balls deep inside you.

“S-slow down!” you whine, trying to slow down the pace he was rocking you in but Sylus’ grip tightened even more, his cold gaze, filled with lust was glaring down at you, he looked like he was trying to hold back his release, and that's clearly what he was doing.

But of course, he couldn't hold himself back. After his eyes mistakenly went to your bouncing tits, he immediately felt a wave of pleasure splurge through him. Sylus groaned, but that didn't stop him from continuing.

He flipped you over and continued pummeling his cock deep inside you, the creamy mixture was pooling out of your tight cunt on every thrust and your moans grew louder and louder on each one.

“You’re taking me in so–ngh good.” he moaned, quickening the pace even quicker, a whiny answer escaped your lips but Sylus was too much in a horny daze to even decipher what you said, this was probably the best sex he had.

“Sy! ‘m gonna cum!” you whine, arching your back and spreading your legs further apart as you felt the pleasure deep down you. Sylus let out a shaky response and tried to pull away, but he was so addicted, you felt way too good and he needed more.

You thought he had pulled out by the time you came, but when your flushed face turned to his large figure shadowing over behind you, and noticed he was still inside you, you knew you were done for. Pleasure blinded Sylus’ eyes as he pulled himself out of you, just to watch the mess pool out of you.

Sylus’ fingers pressed against your puffy folds and he slowly stretched them out as his eyes watched the mixture stream out of your tight cunt, a quiet whine escaped your lips when you felt his fingers dig inside your walls as he pulled out every last drop.

“Shit.” he muttered, pulling his fingers out to look at the dripping mess dripping from his digits. You pant heavily, not having any energy for an answer. Before Sylus could continue any further both your managers yelled out ‘cut!” and Sylus snapped out of daze and sighed. Hopping off the bed and helping you out too moments later.

“Sylus! Did you even read the script?!” His manager poked on his biceps and Sylus shook his head.

“Sorry.”

“Whatever, no retakes. We will just upload this and see where it goes, but…Good job today.” His manager patted his back and walked away to grab some towels and extra clothes. Sylus quietly chuckled, his gaze lingering on your figure beneath him.

He wouldn’t mind doing this again, in fact, he wanted to do another shoot with you, this time, with nobody around.

part 8 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

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୨ৎ ๋࣭ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

୨ৎ The first message they are giving me to tell you is that you are being called to look at the right place or spot - One interpretation for two things . You may be waiting for something to happen , working but not getting the results fully so at times it's happening slowly behind the background , or you may be not looking at the right place or spot that means not at the spot where are you or need to work on . Your highest self says that you are holding on to something else might also because you are Stubborn with the belief that it will help you.But in actual , there are other things which are actually behind you and want you to focus on them so they can actually help you to go faster. Let go of the resistance, the old pattern , mentality, approach and embrace the new.

˖ ִֶָ Next , the message could be Related to this one , because I can see that most of you are waiting for some opportunity , and that's basically something Materialistic - money related, or job , promotion anything related with your work and you are being told that it's gonna come but delayed , for some it may but you may not be looking at the right place , for some you are Call , to get a call of reassurance that you can leave your job and choose the another offer but if by temptation then dont.

୨ৎ Your Highest self is That there are people behind your back who are planning to do something against you , They may come with some tempting offers , and I Feel most of you are with them but are unsure so if you see this than leave it ,go away . There's this manipulative energy around so much . Now ,here it is also to you that do not do anything in a twisty manner that may result in severe consequences . Some people here are victims of evil eye or black magic too.

୨ৎ You have so many strengths , and yet you allow others to take away your Power. When your words are dismissed, when your actions are mocked, your light fades because you don't stand up too be counted. Do not silently set at one place thinking that everything is fine when you know the truth. You need to fire up yourself.Get your opinion across,Get up for yourself even if it's you against yourself .

୨ৎ for few of you it's good time to conceive children , or soon your life purpose will be revealed by your family like something by this only one way or around . You are being called to spend time with you family too ! Gotta get ourselves back on earth again ain't ya ?

୨ৎ ๋࣭ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 2

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

୨ৎ Your Highest self wants to you to know that there's someone who wants to betray you , backstab you or you know them but you aren't doing anything . If , then why so ? You are clear that this person or anything which is hurting you doesn't want you to be happy but here you are keeping up with it ! If you dont know them then are someone very close to you perhaps male or male , snake type energy . For some the person who left you is actually thinking about you but that too for what we don't know, there's the possibility that they may come up for you again.

୨ৎ The most important thing here is about YOU. Your Highest self wants you to heal up , give yourself the time and love you deserve and let out all that negative energy you hold in , it's very clear that you all are basically mostly here those who choke up while expressing themselves - lonely? Didn't found anyone trustworthy? It's okay love you are not alone , you have me and God with you. Let out all the negative energies you hold , dont call them up because you are only making these or will make it tough for you in future , keep up the hope alive in you and move forward.

୨ৎ Your Highest self wants you to Self reflect . I can see or sense a conflict between practicality, Emotion and intuition. There might be the feeling of disappointment that things are not going as per your expectation , but that is all to bring you in a state , to actually find out something that needs to come out about you which only Help you further after making your life more wonderful . I am getting a channel message that One month from now awardee, few days.You will start to receive Download from from universe.

୨ৎ You are in the period of transformation.You may even see butterflies around you. That's a sign that you need to focus on yourself.Then anything right now. If you wanted to apologize but couldn't than apologize, move away from that keeps or hold you back.

୨ৎ ๋࣭ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

୨ৎ okay , this might not be very accurate for all but I sense that there has been a demise of female , or child from your family , something related to female has ended . Since than there has been this period of transformation for you all . There could have been significant changes especially around the face area idk I have never got so pin point messages from cards like these are usual but yes some kind of unusual things are happening around or with you but the good thing is it has no significant relationship as such but anyhow you have come through a period of challenges and are now more connected with your feminine side .

୨ৎ Most of you are being told that you gonna meet your future spouse soon like in upcoming next days to 3 months perhaps . This may come off as a normal meeting like formal or something? But later on its going to be really sweet type or if you are in a long term relationship than expect yourself with some unexpected proposal ! This person may be a leo or could meet in a month of leo .

୨ৎ okay okay I sense that in soon time after the meeting something may happen within your close circle which may not be good , or your parents may not agree with you relationship to be on the next level or something may happen in between so be assured about it but it Will pass away since good energies are here protecting.

୨ৎ In upcoming time , care of your neck area , spine area because you people are straining there alot . Anyways, let's come to the a message that's coming from your higher self is that you might turn to be a little more sensitive in upcoming time.So take care of your physical health , because that is being linked to your mental health. Other than that, you are just being told to believe in yourself.Be determined for you goals , , you are more stronger than you realise and forgive more often.

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[bowiesimms]

the honda odyssey scene but you’re a spideyperson:

(i know everyone has basically done their own take on this scene but this was sm fun to write. also wade is hard to write in character i apologise...fem reader based! very self indulgent. nsfwish at the end. also red colour for wades speech and its yellow for logans lol)

you’re sat in the back of the car, wade and logan up front, not paying attention to anything they’re saying - kinda over the will they/wont they tension they got going on.

playing with your hair or just staring out the window and suddenly the car comes to a complete halt. they both look at each other before looking at you in the back. 

 “what…..?” “spidey, sugarbear, why don't you go for a little walk, hm?” “what’s going on-” “just get out of the car, bub” “oh- okay…” serious side eye from you

not even two seconds after shutting the car door, logan pounces on wade and the car gets to rocking and not in the way you’d want it. but you just let them be for a good while.

its been almost an hour at this point of just straight fighting and you can see blood everywhere and each window is smashed, and you’re just hanging upside down from a tree branch, feeling bored. you’ve had enough.

swinging to the top of the honda, there's a huge hole on the roof from wade being thrown through it. all the seats are flattened, seatbelts have long gone and it's just blood everywhere. the two of them just basically killing each other and other in the back seat (or where it used to be).

andddd your moment comes when wade manages to throw logan through the back of the car, watching as he gets back on his feet and begins charging towards the car. being the hero you are, you swoop in and just before logan gets into the car, you’ve flipped yourself off of it and webbed him to the back of it and it takes a good few webshots to get his hands/claws webbed tight to the back of the car. “what the fuck-what the fuck are you doing?”

“sorry logan” and you are sorry but this is the only way this blood bath will end. swinging back to the top of the car, you look through the giant hole in the roof, “spideypookie! you came to my rescue, i mean i had it covered but hey! Its so lovely to see you” landing in the car, literally on his lap, you web both his hands down to the seat in an instant. “oh god, i’ve dreamed about this so so many times, you dont understand im so wet right no-” “i will web your mouth shut if you dont stop” “oh and you say that too! And then it leads to us fighting around for a bit, getting hot and bothered-”

feeling your senses tingle in the back of your neck you realise logans somehow broken free, throwing yourself in the front of the car logan crashes in through one of the backdoor windows. he doesn’t want to fight you. “get out of the car” his chest is heavily breathily as he stares you down, sweat beading on his forehead, “get out the car, y/n”

and your senses tingle again as you realise wade still has his legs free, and within seconds you’ve webbed his feet down but logan’s already gone in for the kill on him, webbing logan’s hands, again, to the seats. and in the small cramped-ness of the car, you fling yourself at him, now on his lap. “fuck!” “fuck!” they say  in unison.

you’ve got them both webbed to the back seat. all of wades limbs webbed to the seat, legs spread wide a little. whilst you’re currently straddling logan who’s left arm is webbed to the seat as well. everyone in the car is breathing heavy.

they’re both staring at you, covered in their wounds. wade’s suit is ripped in a lot of places and his baby knife is lodged into logans arm, currently webbed. 

a silence falls in the car, everyone's catching their breaths and also no one knows really what to say. well wade does, “this is really hot” both you and logan turn your heads slowly, it's almost comical, and look at him, “seriously, look im so hard right now”

reluctantly you look down. boom. yep. yeah he is, he’s not lying.

“gods sake, seriously?!” “you’re so fucking disgusting” both you and logan are grimacing looking away. “my fanfiction is quite literally coming true in this very moment, i can’t help it. i mean spider-girl? woman? did we ever decide on a name-”

“shut up!” somewhere in the back of logans mind, somewhere deep inside of him is enjoying this. perhaps its the lack of physical contact - that wasn’t punching or stabbing - and the fact you are sat on him and have been for a few minutes now. 

logans hand has broken free from your web - again - but he doesn’t actually go to throw himself at wade. as, to be fair, wade cannot actually move. he’s just wiggling around trying to get out the webs (or wiggling for other reasons...hm).

you’ve taken off your mask now, feeling a bit overstimulated and warm. oh yeah! you should probably get off of logans lap now. HOWEVER, logan has other ideas. his hand goes to your lower back stopping you from moving, and you look up, meeting his eyes. oh! ohhhh.

his hand goes to the lower of your cheek, his fingers in your hair. and wade has been silent for too long now its weird, he’s just watching you guys. sliding yourself more onto logans lap - he’s smug now. he’s got want wade wants. 

“you two are so incredibly cruel but lucky for you guys i'm into this cuck business, but i would like somebody to touch me. please - wolvie? spideybabe? oh you guys are really going at it. you guys are KILLING me this isn’t fair-”

riding wolverine in the back of a horrifically beaten up honda odyssey whilst deadpool watches, hands webbed up was not what you were imagining was going to happen when you got invited to this universe saving shit. but hey ho.

[ynanville]

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as the day approached. Y/N had planned something special for Megumi's birthday—something that would push the boundaries of their relationship while honoring Megumi's submissive side.

When the day finally arrived, Y/N made sure the evening was set perfectly. Candles flickered softly around the room, and the scent of their favorite meal lingered in the air. They smiled to themselves, knowing how much Megumi would appreciate the effort.

As the clock struck eight, the door opened, and Megumi stepped in, his usual stoic expression replaced with surprise. Y/N stood in the center of the room, a warm smile on their face.

“Happy birthday, Megumi!” Y/N exclaimed, pulling him into a tight embrace. He melted against them, his initial tension easing away.

“Thank you,” he murmured, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. Y/N's heart raced; they loved seeing this soft side of him.

After dinner and a few exchanged gifts, Y/N decided it was time to guide Megumi to the next part of his birthday celebration. They took his hand, leading him to a cozy space adorned with soft blankets and pillows, an inviting setup that promised intimacy.

“Tonight’s a special night, Megumi,” Y/N said softly, their voice smooth as they sat him down pushing him on his back as Y/N straddled him just above his cock. “I want you to trust me.”

Megumi's gaze flickered with curiosity and excitement. “I trust you,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N leaned in, brushing their lips against his ear. “Good. I want to explore this side of you tonight—let go and let me take control.”

His breath hitched at their words, the thrill of submission igniting something deep within him. Y/N could see the desire clouding Megumi’s eyes, his body responding instantly to the promise of their night together.

Y/N leaned in placing slow kisses on Megumi's neck while slowly grinding into him, the feeling on his cock slowly getting harder with every movement. Y/N let a soft giggle against his skin as his hands snake around their waist pressing them harder against his clothed cock.

He let out a whimper try to get Y/N to grind on him faster, but Y/N pushed his hands away. "There's no need to rush baby—" Y/N said softly as they start to remove his pants letting his throbbing cock spring out, as leaking pre-cum spill out from his reddened tip.

“Tell me what you want, Megumi,” Y/N encouraged, their voice a sultry whisper. “I—I want you to ride me, please baby..” Megumi moaned, his cheeks flushed, yearning for the release.

Y/N removed their panties as they sat down on Megumi's cock sinking into him fully, Y/N claws at his shoulder blades as Megumi leaves no tine fore them to adjust as he pounding deeply into their tight cunt. "Fu— fuck baby you feel so good.." He moaned out his puffy tip tease their g- spot.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” He praised, gently tilting their chin up to meet his gaze. “you like that?— when my cock is so deep inside you.” his pace quickens pushing Y/N's limits, Y/N surrendered completely, lost in the rhythm of pleasure that flowed in them.

"I— i'm gonna cum" Y/N cried out only for Megumi to slap their ass harshly, "hold it." He panted thrusting harder into them, his hands kneeding their soft ass as his hips thrust up into her cunt. Y/N couldn't hold it anymore as they came all over his dick, Megumi quickly stops shoving himself deep inside Y/N making sure no more cum leaks out.

"Did i say you can cum?" Megumi askes as his eyes darkened, "Since you cant follow simply direction ill make sure you dont come again until im done with you."

[theogbadbitch]

I’m obsessed with them and this story like its getting outta hand! ✋🏽 *long reblog*

“Yeah, it’s his own personal project. Everyone’s talking about how he didn’t even wait to get war ready. He just went in there without protection and a handgun after you.” Joel says with eyes trained on me. “ Joel being messy !!!

“Emerson said he saw you and Richmond leave the Monaco accommodation together the night before.” Joel trails openly fishing for information..” think of the messiest person you know??? Its a man isn’t it

“I know your type and Richmond isn’t that.” Gon head Joel!!! Dont be filling her head with doubt, we’ve come too far!😭

I get what Joel is saying and he’s definitely making sense. Lorence gotta figure out what she wants because this man bare chesting bullets for you girl, this isn’t just a fling situation for him. (For her either I feel like she knows deep down but lemme shut up🌚)

“ I frown seeing Terrance is calling. “ speak of the devil and he shall appear

“No,” I sigh. “How was your flight?” I ask, hearing a knock at my door. I pull up the security feed.” Not he doing pop ups🌚

“If you want me to stay I can or you can come over to my place” he offers. “ YUP

“Let me pack a bag” I smiled, letting go of him. “ WE IN SPENNANIGHT TERRITORY YALL

“He dips his head sniffing my neck before placing a kiss on the same spot. “ touchy Terrance >>>

“I’m just having a bad day,” I confess.”

“Anything I can do?” He asks and it makes my heart swell. I lean on his shoulder.” a problem solver, a REAL man

This man’s house??? He got moneyyyyyyy

“Come on, let's take the elevator” he says. Of course he has an elevator. “ oh he rich rich, damn

“I change into pj’s instead of the silk negligee I packed.” Excuse me ma’am🌚

“A moment passes before he reaches out and pulls me back against the heat of his bare chest, wrapping his arms around me.” I’m just grinning 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 like omg we really have come so far

“Feeling disoriented after a traumatic experience like what you went through in Monaco is normal. You don't have to be strong around me if you feel down” he says. “I know you’re crying - you don't have to tell me why. Just know I’m here” he says “ he’s just so ughhhhhhh

I don’t see how Lorence think this man is just a fling. Hell, I think I’m falling in love with him

“Can we talk about it later? Or never?” I propose and he scoffs letting me go. “ Lorence PLEASE don’t piss me off girl

“What do me and elephants have in common?’ he asks, turning to me.” Don’t answer that girl, I know that big ass ear comment keeps him up at night LMFAOOO

“You're tall and strong?” I propose not playing into it.” Good save Lorence, good save 😭😭😭😭

“We both never forget” he says, subverting my expectations and I laugh relieved to have not said the wrong thing. “ He would’ve put me in a headlock because I’m deeply unserious & would’ve immediately said “them big ass ears”

“When you miss me, call me, as long as I’m not in the middle of something I’ll answer”  he says.” Gotta figure out a way to get him pregnant by tomorrow

“I look at my bag before going into it and grabbing the negligee. “ OH????🌚 My girl on demon time

“Lorence, I haven't stopped thinking about you since you walked into my office wearing that striped blue shirt and grey slacks.” he says “

“Your hair was straight, parted in the middle and you smelled like flowers” if you read closely you can see me in the corner of the room SOBBING

“He kisses each of my inner thighs.”

“You have the CEO on his knees” he says, still dominating me in a submissive position. “ I just stood up and applauded fr

Lorence the woman that you are!!!

“Let me hear you Lorence” he says pausing, before I can obey he adds one of his long fingers into me sucking and fucking me. “ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“You’re perfect”

“We’re so far gone from like, it’s time to practice making love.” I KNOW THATS RIGHT SHIT

Reading this past few chapters has felt like this song fr: *im like a bird”

My only question is how is Lorence supposed to go to work now and be productive knowing this man in the same building 😫

Her every time he walks past in the office:

010 | Richmond Inc.

⇚ 009

♠ summary: Lorence is confronted with the realities of her current predicament, unchartered territory with her Boss. Her past and present collide while Terry is away on business. But, when he returns - old habits die hard. ❤️‍🩹 🌶️

♠ pairing: Terry Richmond (Aaron Pierre - Rebel Ridge) X Lorence Cole (Black Fem OC)

♠ warnings: NSFW, mature themes

♠ word-count: ~5K

I walk alongside Joel with a smile as he holds Beau’s leash. The past week and a half he’s kept my dog to keep up with Beau’s physical needs, and allow me rest and recovery. My good boy Beau is having the time of his life with Joel’s kids, but now he won’t stop looking back at me. His usual brisk pace is moderate - it’s like he knows I’m hurt and his exuberance is why we’re a part.

“The wife keeps asking when you’re gonna let him sire a litter” Joel asks as we walk to the dog park.

“You know I’ll want to keep every single one of those puppies or make sure they’re close by and I don’t have six people who want a larger dog” I tell him.

“No working lines?” Joel asks to be funny.

“No, none of Beau's babies will be doing any scary shit” I tell him and he laughs.

“You’re not limping as much,” he says.

“I’m feeling better” I tell him honestly.

“And your wrist?” He asks.

“Seems a bit slower to heal” I admit holding up the brace. “Have you heard anything?” I ask and his expression told me he has.

“Rich’s furious” he sighs, talking about the Boss but since that night on the beach I haven’t seen anger from him.

“Really?” I ask.

“Yeah, it’s his own personal project. Everyone’s talking about how he didn’t even wait to get war ready. He just went in there without protection and a handgun after you.” Joel says with eyes trained on me. He’s capable of sensing deception, and I’m no master at it so I swallow hard to give myself time to choose my words wisely.

“It wasn’t the smartest thing to do” I admit. Joel nods and I don’t realize I’m anxious until Beau puts his muzzle against my hand. I smile looking down and pet his head.

“I’m glad he did, sorry I wasn’t there” Joel says again.

“You’re taking care of Beau and I’m glad you were safe. You followed protocol” I remind.

“Emerson said he saw you and Richmond leave the Monaco accommodation together the night before.” Joel trails openly fishing for information..

“After three years of being a tyrant and an asshole he showed me he can be nice. It was surprising, we walked my routes together. He was trying to help me calm down.” I tell Joel and he nods. There’s no happiness in his expression. I swallow bracing for a lecture and he sighs.

“I know you and I know Terry…” He starts.

“Joel-”

“Let me finish” he says in a tone he doesn’t use often. I stop to look at him. “I know you’re type and Richmond isn’t that.” Joel sighs, letting Beau off his leash in the empty dog park. I watch my dog bound away freely. “Are you listening to me?” He asks.

“Yes, you said Richmond isn’t my type” I repeat beginning to shut down.

“He’s not a fling abroad, or a ‘call me whenever you’re in town’ kind of guy. I’m not judging you Lorence.” Joel says knowing me well.

“Sounds like you are,” I mutter.

“I’m not Lorence, I get it. I do. I’m a man. I get wanting freedom. I get that you’re independent and I respect it. But if you think for one minute whatever’s going between the two of you is something you can put away when you’re done I’m letting you know it isn’t that. I had a feeling Terry liked you but fuck did I underestimate how much. The man was willing to take on fire. He’s not the free spirited type you're comfortable with” Joel says stressed.

“Terry and I aren’t sleeping together” I tell him and he puts his head into his hands, sighing. “What?” I ask.

“That’s even worse” he exclaims.

“How?!” I respond.

“We all put ourselves in danger daily. If you meet a soldier who can keep it in his pants, the man is in love. If the display in Monaco isn’t enough - there it is. You need to be straight with him, Lorence. Tell him what you want and what you’re used to. Because Richmond’s not the kind of man I can say I can confidently protect you from” Joel says having had to play the role of crazy ‘older brother’ for me once or twice.

“He wouldn’t hurt me” I say before I can process it. It’s something I know deep down. Joel looks at me like I’m hopeless. It’s new territory for us and somehow this conversation has aged him. My happy go lucky friend is now a concerned father figure. “I’ll talk to him” I concede wanting nothing less than to air out my attachment issues to Terry. Beau comes back from his patrol of the area and Joel tosses his ball for him. I watch beau bound after the ball and retrieve it with a proud prance completely unaware of life's challenges.

“Lorence I’m not trying to beat up on you, okay?” Joel says and I sigh.

“I know, you're a good friend.” I sigh.

“I think you and Terry would be good together if that’s what you wanted. But I also know it takes you longer to settle and trust people.” Joel says knowing the number of men I’ve kept at arm's length, how many girlfriend requests I've declined over the years. I prefer to keep my romantic life as far away as possible from my personal life.

“I don’t even know how to cook well, Terry’s all distinguished company and social commitments. He’s probably like you and wants kids for his family name and I don’t” I start on all the reasons we wouldn’t work long term aloud.

“Stop it Lorence. You learned how to be an agent, you can learn how to cook but you have enough money to hire a live-in chef or order in every day. I’m not telling you to cut it out or end it. I’m telling you to think. You can’t do things the way you normally do. Rich’s your boss and you’re the best at what you do. Figure things out and move forward accordingly. Dont fuck up your work life for some excitement you’ll want to run from in a week. Maybe have Richmond go off on a tirade or two on you so you can figure out what’s going on between you without whispers. Just clean it up” Joel advises reading me for filth and giving me options. I smile appreciating that he doesn't coddle me.

“Okay”  I concede. “Have you ever seen Richmond with women?” I ask, wondering if there was an ex wife or someone else.

“Not seriously, not without a reason” he says.

I raise a brow, “what’s that mean?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” Joel says and I give him an exasperated huff.

“So he’s never asked about me?” I ask.

“Oh he did, but he asks about everyone so I thought nothing of it.” Joel says.

“What’d he ask?”

“If you were single, then if I thought pairing you with some of our colleagues would lead to intimate affairs,” he says. I smile at Terrance’s futile fishing expeditions.

“If you were me, what would you do?” I ask Joel.

“I can’t put myself in the shoes of a woman” he says and I push him playfully with my good hand..

“You know what I mean”

“I know you’re happy and your life is full already but I would like to see you with someone. Someone who loves you and takes care of you. Someone that's always there and you can't avoid. I don't know if that's Terrance Richmond but if it is you deserve it all. Just know that he’s not your usual free spirited guy that’s gonna sit around when you don't call back. He’s a grown man and your boss” Joel says and I sigh with a lot more than I bargained for on my plate. Joel pulls me into a caring hug and I know I’m lucky to have him even if it’s not what I want to hear. He’s right. He’s never steered me wrong before and he’s partly to thank for where I am now in life. So I heed his advice.

…

I’ve been sitting in it all day. From the moment I got home to right now, after midnight I’ve been ruminating on my discussion with Joel. I wish he was wrong about me or Terry but I know deep down he isn’t. Terrance Richmond is a grown ass man with his shit together and isn't chasing his peak. By all means he’s already settled and successful. That’s the kind of resume that would usually keep me away. I’m the girl who likes a summer fling or a vacation romance every now and then. I need the predetermined start and end dates to keep me grounded and sane. That way there’s not too much room for distraction - that way I never end up like my mom. I sigh, wishing Beau was here as I sit alone in my house. Typically it’s my safe space but right now it feels haunted with visions of what was and what could be. Terrance grilling with my father, getting along with my mother - us kissing. 

I close my eyes wishing it wasn’t almost two in the morning and I could call Sin. I make my way to the kitchen for some melatonin when my phone rings. I frown seeing Terrance is calling. 

“Hey” I respond.

“Hey, what are you doing up?” he asks and I frown.

“Can’t sleep” I confess and I hear a car door close.

“What’s wrong, are your injuries keeping you up?” he asks.

“No,” I sigh. “How was your flight?” I ask, hearing a knock at my door. I pull up the security feed.

“It’s me” he says just as I confirm it. It’s like my brain shuts off in a second and I’m heading to let him in. He’s been gone for the past three days. I know now it was to do reconnaissance for what happened in Monaco but we haven’t talked about Monaco since the safehouse. He hugs me gently before putting a kiss on my head.

“Thought I’d drive past your place on my way home” he says, it would be weird if it were anyone else.

“How was your trip?” I ask.

“Could've been better, how are you feeling? If the meds are keeping you awake maybe have them adjusted” he says but I stopped needing my meds two days ago. 

“It’s not the medication - I don’t want to be here alone tonight and I realized it after Sin went to bed” I tell Terry.

“I can drop you off there if that's what you want?” he asks.

“Not it's okay” I sigh looking up at him. Finding peace in his light eyes is the very last thing I thought would ever be possible. I feel my nerves settle and he smirks leaning in to give me a quick kiss. 

“If you want me to stay I can or you can come over to my place” he offers. 

“Let me pack a bag” I smiled, letting go of him. I head up to my room and throw everything I’ll need in an overnight bag. I realize I've been advised against lifting and call him. He emerges moments later looking around at my bedroom. I realize the decor isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but I’m still finding my signature style. 

“Are all these plants real?” he asks.

“Yeah” I nod, getting my slippers and putting them in my bag. When I look at him he’s looking at the plants with a smile again.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he yawns.

“You don’t like it, do you?” I ask, thinking of my father who still doesn't understand why I have so much ‘dirt’ in my room. 

“I didn’t say that” he says coming over to my vanity as I pack my makeup bag. He dips his head sniffing my neck before placing a kiss on the same spot. 

“Which one is that?” he asks, looking at the perfume bottles in front of me. I hand him the bottle.

“Sin and I did a perfume workshop in Paris. I made this” I say.

“Is Sin your best friend?” he asks.

“Yup, my mom was the babysitter while aunt Kaye was out, so we’re very close” I explain.

“Pack a swimsuit,” he says.

“Why?” I ask heading over to my drawers to find one.

“I have a pool and water therapy is good for recovery,” he says. Of course he has a pool.

“Of course you have a pool, how else would you come up with sick and twisted water endurance tests for us” I tease getting my swimsuit and putting it in the bag. 

“Swimming is perfect low impact active recovery, that’s why I have a pool” he says as I zip my bag. He takes it with ease adding me to his load and descending the stairs. I lock up and I head to his car with him. I schedule send a text to Sin that I’m with Terrance so someone knows by location. My conversation gnaws at my consciousness as I get in with him.

“If you're having flashbacks from Monaco you can tell me, PTSD is better treated sooner than later” he says resting a hand on my thigh. 

“I’m not” I tell him truthfully.

“Lorence, I know what you look like at peace and I know how you look stressed,” he says. 

“The car is in darkness” I state matter of factly.

“Not dark enough” he responds.

“So the pretty cat eyes come with night vision?” I ask turning to his shadowy shadowy silhouette.

“I pay attention,” he says at the stoplight. Red hues are cast into the car and I make out worry in his expression.

“I’m just having a bad day,” I confess.

“Anything I can do?” He asks and it makes my heart swell. I lean on his shoulder.

“This is good” I admit and he gives my leg a squeeze. We drive for another twenty minutes in silence. I watch closely and find us in the most expensive residential part of town. I sit upright looking at the gorgeous homes as we enter the gated community. It’s not full of cookie-cutter houses; but architectural feats that are unique in their own way. We turn off the main road into a driveway lined with trees. We drive for another minute before arriving on a lit driveway and a castle-like house. I look at Terrance and wonder how much he actually makes. It makes my home look like a toy. He opens the garage and we drive in. He gets out with my bag and I follow suit. When we enter his home I step back and look around at his manor. It’s not that I didn't expect him to live in a nice place but I definitely didn't expect this. The room is white with black and grey accents all over. There are high ceilings and top of the line furnishings. Not a single thing is out of place and it’s classic but elevated like the man himself.

“Come on, let's take the elevator” he says. Of course he has an elevator. I follow him to a hidden elevator door that seamlessly integrates into the wall.

“DId you buy or build this?” I ask as we step in.

“I built it” he responds, pressing a console that takes us up. But the door in front of us doesn't open. One does to the side of us. He steps out first and by the scent of his cologne I know we’re in his closet. We enter the main part of his bedroom and his bed is bigger than any I've even seen before. “Let me get a shower, then if you're hungry we can get something to eat or drink.” he says leaving me to my own devices.

I’ve never been so out of step, actually Terrance Richmond keeps me in a state of frenzy. If he was a gentleman, he’d have offered me my own room. But we’re past that now aren't we? Joel's warning comes back to me as I change into pj’s instead of the silk negligee I packed. I sit on the ottoman at the foot of the bed and take it all in. I take off my wrist brace and massage the area as I take stock of his home. Why would he want me when he has all this and my own mother didn't want me? There it is, the thought that’s ruined every single one of my relationships. The pain that’s never really gone and keeps me in safe comfortable solitude. I wipe the silent tears and stand going to his full length mirror to wipe them away. I put on a brave face and sit back on the bed. Terry comes out minutes later smelling heavenly and with black silk pants.

“Your eyes are red,” he says.

“The tiredness hit me” I lie and he nods, pulling back the sheets for me to climb in. I do, facing away from him and he turns off the light. A moment passes before he reaches out and pulls me back against the heat of his bare chest, wrapping his arms around me. It takes a few minutes before our breaths sync and our chests rise and fall in tandem. It’s the most non sexually intimate exchange I've ever had with a man I don't consider family. I place my hand over his and he pulls me even closer.

“Feeling disoriented after a traumatic experience like what you went through in Monaco is normal. You don't have to be strong around me if you feel down” he says. “I know you’re crying - you don't have to tell me why. Just know I’m here” he says before kissing my cheek. He has the patience of a saint putting up with me like this when we should be keeping things light and fun.

“I’m sorry for ruining-”

“Lorence being real with me won't ruin anything” he says.

“Yes it will” I tell him.

“You’ve had a stressful few weeks. From Switzerland to now. In part because of me. You're having a bad day and telling me why won't ruin anything” he says in his usual cadence like he’s commanding time and there's no rush.

“Can we talk about it later? Or never?” I propose and he scoffs letting me go. It’s happening faster than I could have even imagined. He sits on the edge of the bed. It takes me a moment to swallow my fears and try to fix it.

“Tell me a joke, make me laugh” I say to break up the silence and distance but it stretches on. The rejection starts to sting until he clears his throat.

“What do me and elephants have in common?’ he asks, turning to me. It’s a trap, a well laid trap and I can't help but smile.

“You're tall and strong?” I propose not playing into it.

“What else?” he asks with humour in his voice. I shake my head not wanting to give him a complex about his ears anymore than I already have. 

“I don't know” I lie.

“We both never forget” he says, subverting my expectations and I laugh relieved to have not said the wrong thing. “And we have big ears,” he adds. I sit beside him and he taps on the sconces above his bed giving us dim light.

“What do you call a cow with no legs?” I ask.

“No clue” he shrugs.

“Ground beef” I respond and he shakes his head. “Your’s was worse” I snicker.

“It still made you smile,” he shrugs. 

“I hope you know I didn't mean anything by it. I just felt cornered and was popping off at the mouth” I apologize. 

“I know you weren't being malicious. I’ve heard much worse from people I pushed less. It’s pretty wholesome stuff for an agent” he says. 

“Here I was feeling bad” I shrug and he takes my chin kissing me softly.

“I’m not someone you have to handle with kid gloves Lorena.” The look he gives me is both scathing and sympathetic. My shoulders fall and I start to feel bad for my emotions today. Here I have this man that’s asking to be there for me and ran into a life threatening situation to rescue me, and I’m allowing the actions of others who never showed me that same concern decades ago ruin things.

“I’m so-”

“Let’s start tonight over” Terry says, cutting my apology off. I can’t help but smile.

“Okay” I nod and he lifts me off the bed and sits me across his lap.

“I missed you” he says, smothering me in quick kisses.

“I missed you too” I take his chin, bringing his lips to mine.

“When you miss me, call me, as long as I’m not in the middle of something I’ll answer”  he says.

“Okay”

“Got you something” he says and I sit up.

“Really?” I ask and he nods.

“It’s in the car let me go get it” he says standing and setting me down gently.

“Okay” I agree and he leaves. I look at my bag before going into it and grabbing the negligee. The bathroom lights flick on as I enter. It’s as impressive as what I've seen of the rest of the house. I rid myself of the pajama pants set and put on the night dress. I look myself over before walking back into the bedroom. I sit on the couch in the sitting area instead of the bed and he emerges with two bags. He looks up after setting them down. It takes a moment for him to locate me. His eyes focus on the change and he comes over holding a frame and something wrapped.

“The dress is nice,” he comments, drinking me in with his eyes.

“I don't sleep in pants usually - unless it's winter” I tell him as he takes the seat next to me.

“Good to know,” he says, placing the wrapped square on my lap. He turns on another lamp and I tear the brown wrapping paper. A night scene is in front of me and I smile the moment I recognize it. The beach at night, in Monaco where we sat together. I run my hand over the coarse texture of the sand.

“The artist used sand from the beach,” he says, confirming that’s where he spent the last few days.

“It’s gorgeous” I smile and he does too.

“You like it?” He asks and I nod. Getting this made for me only confirms I was on his mind while he was away.

“I do, thank you” I smile giving him a hug. He kisses my cheek before pulling out the frame housing the caricature art of us. In the chaos of my stuff being cleared out I thought for sure that art piece was left behind.

“I can't believe you had this framed” I laugh looking at it.

“The person at the studio said a frame was the best way to preserve it” he says and I kiss him.

“Now I’ve got to find somewhere to put this. I know where I’m gonna put the canvas” I tell him. “Thank you for thinking of me” I tell him and he seems to take a back.

“Lorena, I haven't stopped thinking about you since you walked into my office wearing that striped blue shirt and grey slacks.” he says stopping time. I turn to him and try to go back to that day. My heart races as I come up short on the memory. “Your hair was straight, parted in the middle and you smelled like flowers” he says. I swallow hard, blinking fast to keep the emotions at bay. My favorite perfume then was Miss Dior. Guilt swells as my appreciation grows and my emotions are a seesaw. “What?” he asks.

“I was doubting the logistics of us today. Not because I don't want to see where things go but … Terrance this is new for me. Not just that you're my boss and the CEO of the company I work for - I have to figure out to toe the line there. But even this; the sharing space … I probably don't make any sense. You already know I avoid uncomfortable situations and I like to run but I know I can't run from you … not that I want to but today it’s felt like my head wa in a pressure cooker” I confess struggling to articulate my complicated feelings and fears. Terry looks at me. His usual expression is replaced by an empathetic one. He reaches for me and places a kiss on my forehead instead of responding with words.

“What do you think?” I ask with a racing heart.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day” he says holding me instead of taking issue with my honest emotions. He’s so different from who I thought I knew him to be.

“You're not upset?” I ask.

“No” he says without needing to consider it. I take a moment before pulling back to look him over. He's resolute in his answer, his hand slides down over my dress resting on my hip. “You’re here now - in my arms, in my home, telling me how you felt, smelling good and looking better. What do I have to be upset about?” he asks, surprising me. “I’m not a CEO in this dynamic,” he says, placing a kiss on my shoulder. 

“Your dominance is not something you can turn off” I tell him and he smiles. “I’m not asking you to either but it's there” I tell him and he takes a moment smiling again. 

“What?” I ask.

“It’s not productive” he says, keeping whatever it is to himself. 

“Tell me”

“There are better ways to clear your head,” he advises. After our walk on the beach, I sit forward ready to hear his advice.

“I’m listening?’ I say and he comes in for a kiss, when he pulls away he gets up  and then somehow ends up on his knees in front of me. His eyes tell me where his mind is. I take a breath more familiar with this territory. He kisses each of my inner thighs.

“You have the CEO on his knees” he says, still dominating me in a submissive position. My heart races as passion pools in me. He waits for permission and I nod giving him the green light. His hands slide up my legs and under my thong, grabbing the sides he pulls it off. He scoots me forward gently on the side of my injury, he places kisses on my inner thighs sliding me onto my back comfortably before setting my legs over his shoulders so he’s locked in to my center and I’m locked in his hold. Terry caresses me, upping the tension and kindling sparks I didn't know existed. It leaves searing anticipation igniting all the parts of my body that drive sensory pleasure. He gives me a final look at the same time he takes my hand - our fingers interlock and his head dips out of sight and under the hiked up negligee. His beard tickles my center as he parts my other set of lips with his tongue.

The kiss builds to one of the ones my mouth is used to being treated with. My body’s reaction to him is something new as the tension builds. My hand caresses his waves in a gesture of encouragement and appreciation. There’s nothing to be said as my breaths grow increasingly more shallow. I go to cover my mouth but his fingers don’t release their grip on mine, not allowing the contact to break.

“Be as loud as you want baby” he says, giving me the green light. I swallow my moan and he blows on my clit sending a wave of pleasure through me. My moan is inevitable and when he starts sucking on it I'm finished. I squirm but he has me locked firmly in position giving me more and more. 

“Stay still for me baby” he says, sounding so patient. I moan trying to oblige him but it's so much and so good.

“Let me hear you Lorence” he says pausing, before I can obey he adds one of his long fingers into me sucking and fucking me. Taunting me. My nipples are harder than ever. The nerve endings in my core are stimulated to the point of delirium. 

“It feels so good” I praise his efforts.

“You’re perfect” he whispers finger fucking me as I come. His eyes are on me as I try to handle the sensations from the orgasmic relief. My body is several degrees hotter and I know he can see my nipples fighting to be seen and tended to under the silk dress. He keeps his eyes on me, letting one of my legs down and allowing me to watch him lap up my pleasure with the same attention to detail as he has for everything else. He's a perfectionist and that was nothing less. I sit up needing to kiss him, I pull him up to meet me so we’re face to face. Terry obliges the heat of his bare chest radiating into me, melting the apprehension away. I wrap my legs around his and feel his manhood poking me in my sternum through his pants. I want more, I need him. His eyes tell me we’re just getting started when the kiss is broken.

“Did like that Lorence” he smiles, licking what's left of my orgasm from his lips. His eyes spark as my expression changes. We’re so far gone from like, it’s time to practice making love.

authors note: sound off in the comments and let me know how you felt about getting to know Lorence's softer side and insecurities and how Terry's handling everything on his plate. Also, yes theres more 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️ in the next chapter - had to break it up because it was getting too long.

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Had the worse work day at this job. I couldn't even force myself to stay the last half an hour before close because I had been forcing myself to stay on the up and up since before lunch (12pm for me). I even took breaks away from the commotion to try to calm myself down but that only helped for a few minutes before somethin else happened that brought me right back to the 'I'm literally so close to loosing my shit on the next person who mildly annoys me that my stomach hurts'.

It's been a months long dog pile but Friday and Saturday really just lit the metaphorical shit on fire with gas. I feel like I've been gettin the shit end of the stick for months now, prob since before November-any problem or error comes back to me either to fix it or it's somehow 'my fault' in the first place. Friday was the whole label debacle, my money manger told my other 2 coworkers who completely failed to tell me that info, which the lady making the labels gets miffed with me but I atleast knew that wasn't aimed *at* me cause we were both really frustrated with the label thing. But then MM calls the shop cell (we don't have walkie talkies), I answer it cause I'm usually at the register and she tells me that she told my other 2 coworkers who were supposed to tell me the info, so now she's frustrated, I'm mad, the lady labels is miffed, no one's happy, my other 2 coworkers are ignorant. When MM was talking to me it sounded like she was chewing me out, which I didn't take well cause it wasn't my fault that NEITHER FUCKIN COWORKER told me the info, so now I'm mad at my coworkers for not telling me, which in turn makes the label lady miffed, ect...

Later I told the LL that MM chewed me out for my coworkers not telling me I had to send her, LL, a list of names and quantity, not just a set number of generic lables to print which what I was originally told. Which I guess LL told MM, cause later MM texts me that she wasn't trying to be mean to me and that she didn't want me to think she was coming down on me. Even thou it really felt like that in the moment.

Then today, Saturday, a guy asks for help for trees and shrubs and stuff. I don't know the details about that kinda stuff, like quantity, care, what we carry esp for trees, so I try to call 2 guys in the garden to come up and help him out. Which my other manager, my supervisor, has said to do, call one of the guys up to the front to help a customer. Neither answer their phone, so I tell him no one's answering so your best bet is to find a guy already out there. Apparently that wasn't the right thing to do. He does go back there thou, maybe like 10mins later he briskly walks back leaving, we ask if he found anyone, he says somethin like 'no one who was interested to help', and he's already gone, nothing I could do to make him turn back. I ask the owner to tell the one guy who didn't answer to get his phone cause he has a history of not gettin his phone and letting it die. I also tell her about the guy who left, to which she says 'why didn't I walk him back there to find someone'. Like. I'm not a sales associate. Why should I have to walk 5 acres of land to find 1 out of 2 guys to do their damn job. And if I don't find one then what? I can only bs my way for so long. No I'm not a complete idiot when it comes to plants but idk what trees we have and I can't drive him next door on the golf cart to show him either. Besides the gact that I probably dont have permission to do that, idk how to drive a golf cart. From then on out it's like anythin that can go wrong with somethin or just somethin annoying did go wrong. Customers complaining, managers complaining, coworkers avoiding doing work. The thing that finally broke me was when the LL called and said that the same guy who's phone is always conveniently dead (my words not hers) had tagged off her plants for her client and he just tagged them off for my client. Her client hadn't payed for them yet thou and she said he can explain to him that he waited too long and lost the sale, but like, it still fucked me over. I told the phone dead guy who immediately gets mad at me saying why I told her. I didn't tell her shit! I told her 160 tibuchina were tagged off for an install, which is standard protocal to text in the delivery group chat of what is going to be delivered+installed. He says he saw the tag and tagged his, not hers, but he continues to go on and on and at one point goes 'do you think I'm blind?' I KNOW YOU ARE. He is literally colour blind!! For all I know he could have easily missed the green+blue striped tag in the leaves! I didn't snap at him thou and had to walk away, but I still couldn't calm down which led to the whole crying sobbing and leaving early.

I talked to the owner a bit before leaving cause I texted her I was leaving, which I maybe shouldn't have done, I should have just not told anyone and they can figure it out when they see me punched out early and not being around the last half an hour to close, but I figured I would be courteous and give her a heads up if no one else. I didn't bother letting my coworkers know that I was leaving. Fuck them. She ended up seeing me as I was walking to the front end to get my work bag from the register area, we talked a bit but it doesn't feel like anythin really came from it. She said she would talk to the other girls too but my supervisor has had TWO meetings about the same shit, and they clearly don't care. They're gonna do whatever they want cause I'm the one who carries the front end while they go off in lala land not having to do the little they do up front.

I don't even want to go into work tomorrow even thou I said I would. I'm not looking forward to it. I'm not looking forward to interacting with my coworkers who can't help, avoid doing work and can't tell me shit, or the MM who I'm sure the supervisor has told that I was crying in her office, or the phone dead guy who kept getting mad at me all Saturday cause I threw him under the bus finally about not having his damn phone charged for work even thou it's been a months long problem with him. Thou he won't be at work Sunday so atleast there's that. I still have to make sure he didn't tag LL plants thou.

TL;DR Worse work day of this job ever, I feel like shit, I cried alot, I get in trouble for shit that isn't my fault and the straw finally broke the camels back Saturday. I don't want to go into work Sunday and if I didn't have bills I wouldn't. Wish me luck I guess.

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[scoobydoodean]

while i dont think bobby probably wouldve told dean to hold off on whining until they dealt with the leviathans (and tbh i dont think frank devereux's advice is completely terrible its just very much advice for people suffering from suicidal ideation and not actually listening) but bobby's response to dean expressing vulnerability feels borderline absurd especially when we've seen very heavy emotional reactions towards dean's vulnerability in earlier seasons (like him crying when dean makes the deal for sam). when the levee breaks is similar but i feel like it's slightly different bc bobby knows that if dean gives up on sam it could be really bad for them both. but his response to dean in season 7 feels unbelievably cruel, especially when he saved dean and pulled him out of the hospital in 7.03 and acknowledged that dean had just lost the best friend dean ever had. it just feels kind of insanely over the top and out of character from bobby

On the one hand, I think Bobby recognizes that they're all in the war zone, and that none of them can afford to fall apart, and he's afraid Dean isn't going to make it if he doesn't "stow his shit". It isn't about whether Dean's feelings are valid or not but about whether Dean will live long enough to see a day beyond the battle they're facing where he has the space to process those feelings. Bobby feels Dean does not have the time or space to process his negative feelings about the world and hunting now or thinking about them too hard because he'll break down emotionally and be off his game, then he'll be killed by any one of the numerous entities after them.

If the generational persistence of phrases like "get your shit together/stow your shit/get over it/suck it up" dates back to the world wars (if not further than that) then our negative outlook on it today comes from our recognition that we do have space to process our emotions and nothing is going to jump out of the sky and kill us while we're doing it.

So while I do think Bobby's speech sucks, I also think it's easier for us to say Bobby's speech sucks while sitting on our couches at home. If instead we imagine ourselves as protagonists in Alien, then Bobby is perceiving Dean (largely because of the turducken-induced rambling about his depression) as a crew member who is frantically focusing on their situation being hopeless and there being no point in going on, which is how you get killed by a xenomorph. Ripley needs to bitch slap that crew member across the face or they're going to get eaten and maybe even get other crew members killed in the process. They're in a horror show and they have to act like it.

That said, you are absolutely right one of the things that makes it so irritating is that Bobby offered for Dean to open up to him in 7.02, and when Dean said he had everything he was feeling locked down just fine, Bobby's response seemed not just skeptical but almost judgmental about Dean not opening up, only for him to turn around and tell Dean lock his shit down in 7.09. From 7.02:

BOBBY: Yeah, I’m – I’m worried too, but humor me for a second. How are you? DEAN: Who cares? Don’t you think our mailbox is a little full right now? I’m fine. BOBBY: Right. And weren’t you pissed at him when he said the same thing just a couple hours before he spilled his marbles all over the floor? DEAN: Yeah, well. I’m not Sam, okay? I keep my marbles in a lead friggin' box. I’m fine. Really. BOBBY: Of course. Yeah. You just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother’s in the bell jar, and Purgatory’s most wanted are surfing the sewer lines, but yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re – you're fine. DEAN: Good. BOBBY: Course, if at any time you want to decide that’s utter horse crap, well I’ll be where I always am. Right here.

This is what's really infuriating for me tbh. It isn't that Dean's friends and family want him to open up or that they don't want him to open up. It's that they won't pick a lane and stick with it, so the way Dean handles his emotions can never be right or good enough for them and he's always deserving of criticism whether he's opening up or locking everything up in a box. When he's stowing his crap, he's being emotionally unhealthy and he should be honest with them and open up, but when he opens up, it's the wrong thing to do and he needs to realize that he doesn't have time for emotions and get over it, idiot. "Hey Dean, you're a person. Sometimes you aren't okay and that's fine and I'm here for you. Never forget this" then "Wow I guess you forgot that you're not a person??? Couldn't be me."

AHHHHHHHHH

The other thing about Bobby though is that Bobby is not great with his own emotions, and he isn't very good at dealing with other people's emotions either, sometimes as a result of what he's going through himself. Throughout season 7, Dean and Bobby both rely heavily on alcohol as a coping tool, and Bobby loses Rufus and immediately locks up about it, and he's worried about Sam's mind, and he's worried about Dean's depression, and he's worried about the leviathan, and he feels a parental responsibility to Sam and Dean—he sees them as his sons. So there's a lot on his plate, and he isn't actually that great with emotions (and he had zero reliable role models for that growing up). So his approach to other people's emotions tends to be a mix of cool headed fatherly advice one minute (see: 5.10 for example) and worry-induced lecturing the next. This all makes him pretty relatable if you grew up with a dad for example who clearly loved and cared about you a lot but also freaked tf out when you cried because his brain was telling him a xenomorph would eat you while you were busy being weak. But as a dean fan one can't help harrumphing and also remembering that this is not a response isolated to Bobby—that Sam also does this to Dean over and over and over and over.

[shikaizer]

cold water.

i'll be your lifeline tonight.

you and your girlfriend are both basketball players, but the both of you are in a opposing team, so you decided that its better to keep relationship secret, but while in a match with her, she had broken her ACL.

fluff. (need to make myself feel better😣)

No one knew about you and juju, not your teammates, not your coaches, definitely not the league.

on the court, both of you were rivals,off the court… you were everything else.

tonight was the championship game, USC VS your team against hers.

The gym was packed, the noise unreal, every time juju got the ball, you had to stop yourself from smiling, God, she looked good out there focused, fierce, biting her lip the way she did when she was locked in.

Third quarter, Tie game.

she drove to the basket with that explosive step you knew too well, while you guarded on of her team, your back facing juju not seeing what shes up to, and then it happened, a sharp scream, louder than the crowd.

juju crumpled to the floor, clutching her knee, you froze mid stride, She was rolling in pain, mouth open in a silent cry, trainers rushing over, your heart dropped straight through your sneakers.

“juju!” you broke formation, sprinting toward her before you even realized what you are doing.

“yo, what the hell?” one of your teammates yelled behind you, but you didn’t care.

you dropped to your knees beside her, brushing the sweat slicked hair from her forehead,her eyes were wild with pain and panic.

“it's my knee” she choked out “It popped… I think..." you grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight “hey, hey, im here, okay? I got you.”

the trainers looked confused, one gave you a weird look, like she was about to ask why a rival player was acting like juju’s girlfriend.

but you didn’t move, tears slid down her face, and you keaned in close, whispering, “your gonna be okay.”

she looked at you like you are the only thing grounding her, nodding slowly as the medics brought out the stretcher.

they didnt know, they didnt need to, all that mattered was juju and you aren't going anywhere.

It was two weeks after the game,juju had undergone surgery, and you'd been at her place almost every day since.

you sat cross legged on her bed, icing her knee while she scrolled through her phone, she was wearing one of your hoodie, shee swore it was just because it was comfy, but you knew better.

“im going stir crazy” she muttered, tossing her phone aside “and coach has barely texted me, i feel like they’re already moving on.”

you moved closer and cupped her face gently “they’re not moving on, they’re waiting for you to come back stronger.”

she looked at you like you are everything "you always know what to say.” you leaned in, pressing your lips to hers, soft and slow, her fingers tangled in your shirt, keeping you close, when you pulled apart, she rested her forehead against yours.

“i hate hiding this" she whispered, you pulled back a little, not shocked just sad “I know, Me too.”

she stared at the ceiling muttering “my teammates keep asking why I got so emotional when i went down, they said i looked like i was looking for someone, I was, i was looking for you.”

you swallowed hard “I ran to you without thinking, my team still hasn’t let that go”

“you think they suspect?” you nodded “they know something’s up, i told them we used to play together in a summer league, that’s why we’re close.”

she looked at you like she was tired of the lies“i dont want to hide you anymore.”

the words hit you in the chest, you wanted that too but it wasn’t just about the two of you, there were expectations, your schools were rivals, the league was watching.

you ran your hand down her arm, resting it on the brace around her knee “when you’re better, when the season’s over, we’ll tell them.”

“But what if they don’t wait?”

“dont move too fast” you said gently “your not proving anything to anyone.” she gave you a weak smile “except to you, gotta keep my girl impressed.”

you rolled your eyes and walked over, setting the tray on the table beside her “you tore your ACL, juju, you could literally be drooling in a blanket and i'd still think your a badass." her eyes softened “your too good to me.”

you knelt beside her, brushing hair from her face, fingers lingering along her cheek “nah, im just loving you the way you deserve.”

she bit her lip and looked at you like you are her whole world, you felt the weight of it, the trust, the pain she was carrying, and the gratitude she didn’t know how to say out loud.

you adjusted the pillow under her leg, slow and careful, and replaced the warm ice pack with the fresh one.

she hissed when the cold hit, you grabbed her hand and let her squeeze yours “you always do that” she whispered “like you know exactly when I need to hold on"

“I always know” you said.

masterlist.

🔖 — @addl0vee @tndaqlwifwy @mrsarnold @melpthatsme @bellaprintz25 @janaelalfysblunt @ellehoops @belsoulss @apbueckers @uwupaige @janaelalfysloml @paige05bby @azzisbueckers @paigeluvvr @giavonnii @taylynbueckers44 @jupitermoonbaby @shootingstarrrrr @dalilahissilly @luldejamleer @d7dream

[genderfluid-rat-god]

im putting one post and one post only. ive said what i wanted. you say we should have told you. we did. every time you freaked out. do you know how tiring it is to tell someone something over and over again and just have them freak out or just say "idk" when asked why?

and then for the last instance, we absolutely were gonna let it be. but then you started vague posting. and so we were joking about the things YOU said that made us uncomfortable and caused issues, the same way everyone does. because when you're over something and it no longer makes you upset, you joke about it. simple as that.

as for the joke bit. bsffr. anyone who does not know you, would not take that as a joke. most people do not joke like that with people they dont know well. key word. well. most people would take that as you saying their experiences werent as bad as yours.

yes. Kara's memories are real to her. you see them as real. but heres the thing. objectively, they are alter memories. this does not compare to someone's life that is happening right now.

you're saying this is taking accountability but you're just not. you push this on Kara being upset. But there are many messages THAT WE'VE SHOWN! of you specifically being weird and rude.

another bit. you keep saying things like "why would you say xyz when im abc" we dont know that. we dont know it but you keep acting like we know everything about you without you saying.

In every instance you paint yourself as the victim, even when we show proof of otherwise. you dont care. we had actually agreed earlier that we were done. you obviously didnt care that we were right.

you complained about us in another server and to people neither you nor us know. an impartial party and they agreed you were in the wrong and you cant handle it. you're upset that you tried to get someone on your side and you failed. thats not our problem. we didnt search it out, we literally did not make you complain about us to someone and it having consequences.

you act like we made you do any of this. but you started it. we started saying things to defend ourselves. you only say things to try and make us look bad, we come back with evidence and explanations. you wouldnt know anything about that. you're too busy acting like a child saying "look! look at what they're doing to me!" you're saying we're acting childish when thats exactly what you're doing.

i wrote out a thought-out response detailing what we had a problem with and why. i tried to explain it as nicely as i could. and what did you do? you blocked me within 10 minutes. instead of handling it, you ignored it.

this is my response. i am not responding after this. anything else you say there is a response for already. have fun!!❤️❤️

the situation

I did not want to have to do this, but I want to apologize to the people that need apologies. So, what happened from our point of view was that Kara made a joke in this system server about hell only being slightly worse than being a system. She makes these jokes all the time. With our friends, with other systems, it didn’t bother them so we didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Than people told us we were talking over the vent- which no. We were just trying to relate to the vent like you do in any vent channel to make them feel better. I feel like that’s pretty normal but I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was talking over you. Kara was just trying to make a joke about her experiences. We think that her memories are not false as we are demonkin. That’s our spiritual belief. We did not mean to make anyone uncomfortable. I apologize to anyone who feels uncomfortable with us comparing our experiences in hell with your own problems. That was a joke that we thought was ok but was not. Kara defended herself in not the best way, and when people stated dogpilling on her, we left because we were getting distressed. And than shit hit the fan. Kara privately vented about it on her own blog and all hell broke loose. People started invalidating our experiences. People started calling us fake for talking about our positive experiences with the disorder. Problems that we didn’t even know were problems started being leveled against us. We had already been considering leaving before because Jeremy had a hunch this group was toxic. I should have listened to him. Multiple people have told me this group is toxic. They have started mocking me. Making fun of my alters. My experiences. This is unacceptable behavior. I wanted to take accountability for a situation that was handled poorly, but this is way past “taking accountability” at this point.

[eric-the-bmo]

oighguhghgh god i gotta talk to them bc it’d be rude  to not do that yknow?? i dont know what they wrote and im. nervous.

[skunkes]

micro comic with no real point or punchline i just have conversations i wanna draw out sometimes

[tenderjock]

I’m with you, my love The lights shining through on you Yes, I’m with you, my love It’s the morning and just we two

[flaming-thing]

No I don't think that works 😔

They have to exist, right?? If terry didn't exist, or if he was cis/amab, I would actually be tempted to say that earthblood elves are exclusively male, and they have kids via asexual reproduction or that magical thing that let's people of the same sex have kids together

Karim is TALLER THAN ME AND HES STILL CONSIDERED SHORT FOR HIS RACE?!? WHAT IS THIS!?!??! Damn

Viren lost his soul the day he joined k'ppar

The moon mounts just have powers beyond our comprehension

Whyyyy did she go on to become an assassin if it killed her dad?!? Unless she was already in training when it happened?? But even so, I wouldnt want to do the same job that killed my dad. But ye, she's probably like "you guys all have Problems" and rams sat there nodding along and she just looks at him like "No you're included in that. You also have problems. Just because you sorted it out, dosent mean you dont have problems"

I know I've said this before, but *literally everyone* hates these guys. They really can't catch a break here can they? They're an endangered species or something at this point

I knowww, I mean i love that he had more screentime and got development in terms of relationships with others and stuff, but they really did cut away the best parts of his character in order to get him into the crowngaurd

Runaan or callitso are gonna cover his mouth from the moment they step into the chamber thing lol

Right? They wrote letters to rayla, but nor once did they tell the adults looking ayer her that they were gonna be longer than expected. Hell, from the sound of it they didn't even tell *rayla* thag they were gonna be longer than planned

Oh ye i 100% agree with that. He went slightly too far in his revenge, and it is entirely the council's fault. Im somewhat hoping that the thing that ends up stopping aaravos *is* leola coming back, maybe not actually from the dead, but in the same way that lujanne can summon spirits from the nexus maybe? And she sees what he's done and aaravos realises what happened wasn't at all what she wanted, and he stops and let's the dragang defeat him to be reunited with her or something. I don't think this is actually what they'll do, and I'm not 100% sure if I do actually want to see this, I think there's a lot of better ways they could end the show, it just could be a nice way to do it

Ye, ezran already seems to see them as alot closer than callum does. Probably because of the many shoulder rides he's been getting

Ye lol, I've got dark mode on, so my background is dark grey, but I've seen white, light blue, dark blue, and black backgrounds as well

Different Path Taken Ch19 P1: Runaan and Skor's Discussion

I'm not as happy with this section as I have been with some of the other tough ones, and I haven't quite isolated what the problem is. It might end up going through some bigger edits? I don't know, I kinda wanna just be done with it, since while it feels clumsy, it did go over what I wanted it to do.

Skor wasn’t far away when Runaan found him.  He didn’t even need to track prints through the snow, as the other swordsman was sitting on an outcropping of rock within sight of the cave entrance, eyes fixed on the human village below.  Runaan made sure to crunch a bit of snow on his approach, and saw Skor glance at him, so he wasn’t startled when Runaan sat down on the rock beside him. 

“How stable are you?” Runaan asked softly, without looking directly at him, just looking out of the corner of his eye.

Skor sighed through his nose. “He’s coming with us, isn’t he.”

“I asked first.”

“That’s a yes.” Skor rubbed his forehead tiredly, and when Runaan looked a little closer, he winced internally at the exhausted lines around his eyes and the tight pupils.  He wasn’t panicked anymore, but this was taking a toll on him. 

Runaan sighed, not bothering to contradict him, and cast his own eyes down to the village.  He spared a moment to hope Rayla - and those he had sent with her - were doing well, and the humans had found some help for the egg. “It seems the most viable option going forward.”

“We can’t trust him.” Skor growled. “You know better than anyone, Runaan.  Humans can’t be trusted and that one works for her.”

Runaan tilted his head at him. “And what makes the princes so different?”

Skor pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. “Nothin’.  Small children don’t have higher morals, they have needs and people who fill them, and human children grow up slower than ours in that way.  Right now, that’s us, so of course Ezran wants to help.  It might even work for a few years.  But once he goes home, is surrounded by adults that hate us the way they do for enough years?  I doubt it will last.  Callum is old enough t’ have his own values, but he won’t be the one on the throne that could actually harm us.”

Runaan frowned a bit and looked back down to the village, where he had sent them, entrusting the future of the world to the boys Skor now spoke of with such skepticism. “I don’t think either of them are young enough to be in that state of mind,” He said carefully. “While it’s true that human children mature . . . slower, Ezran should be around the same mindset as Rayla was when I took her in.  She was more than capable of this kind of planning and reason - as you well know.”

Skor shook his head. “Does it matter?  We’ll do this, and it’ll be a reprieve for a few years, if it works.  It’ll save our home from Zubeia, at least.  I don’t doubt their intentions now.  I just . . . don’t trust them to keep them.  Especially back in Katolis once it’s over, with her counsel.”

“Perhaps,” Runaan conceded, reluctantly, after a moment. “But while she is vicious to us, she is a general in a war.  We have never been given a reason to believe she would turn on her own people, and these are her own nephews.  I do not believe she would give Corvus orders that would lead to their harm.”

“Like your friends would never have abandoned their posts or their daughter?” Skor asked, and the words struck Runaan so close to the heart that he couldn’t even process the tone that they came with.  He flinched involuntarily.

He didn’t grit his teeth, but it was a near thing, and he groaned softly into his hands as he rubbed the stress lines from his own face. “That was different.”

“Yes, it was,” Skor growled. “We knew them better than we know her.  What makes ye think we can trust her more than we trusted them?”

Runaan growled right back at him. “I am not saying we should trust him, and certainly not her.  Even if she would turn on her nephews, the tracker may not be willing to harm them.  He knows he can’t fight us.  We keep him with us, keep him close, to keep an eye on him.  If he stays true to his word, he may be an asset.”

“And when he doesn’t?”

“We put him to sleep, and drop him as far off our trail as we can, and leave.” Runaan said, meeting his burning golden eyes again. “If he continues to chase after that, you and Ram may deal with him as viciously as you choose.”

Skor held his gaze for a long minute, searching, before finally giving a huff and looking back down at the village, his shoulders dropping in concession.

Runaan kept looking at his profile, and sighed again, softly.  He placed a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder, and Skor leaned away from it for a moment before settling, pushing back against the weight of it instead. “I know how difficult this is.” He said. “Believe me, I understand what I am asking of you.”

Skor shook his head. “It’s what’s best for the mission.” He replied, voice brittle. “What it does to us is secondary.” He looked over at Runaan through his hair and acknowledged, softer, “I lost my voice, but you lost four lives to her.  That’s far worse.”

Closing his eyes at the memory of the elves he had been forced to abandon inside the caves, Runaan took a deep, even breath, and shook his head. “I will not quantify suffering.” He said after a moment. “You lost a life, too, in a way.  The life you should have had.”

The thought hung in the air between them for a moment, both well aware that if things had turned out differently - if Skor had not lost his voice, and his pride had not been killed under Runaan’s command - he would likely have retired several years ago.  He would not be in Katolis at all.

“I’ve made my peace with that.” Skor said softly. “Have you?”

Runaan blinked at him. “Have I made my peace with what?”

Skor glanced at him through his hair. “Losin’ the life you should have had.”

“What are you . . .” the question died in Runaan’s throat as Skor tilted his head towards the village below, the implication from before pressing in like blades around his ears.  He laid them back a little defensively.

“You set all your plans aside for two elves who’ve gone on t’ betray you.” Skor pointed out softly. 

Runaan rubbed the marks across his nose, closing his eyes against the darkness pressing in from his sides. “You know as well as I do the Dragonguard had no choice in leaving,” He said slowly. “What was I supposed to do?  I had been a part of Rayla’s life since she was born.  Was I to leave her with someone else?”

“That’s not what I mean.” Skor said, tilting his head to look at Runaan around the hair that fell over his face. “That was seven years ago, an’ she’s only fifteen.  They didn’t have a choice about leavin’?  They left t’ protect her?  They threw her life away along with the rest of us when they ran.  Saved their own skins instead.”

“Skor-”

“We’ve all a right t’ be angry with them for that,” Skor pressed. “But even before that, Rayla’s only fifteen.  She’ll remember more of her life with you than with them.  She’s practically grown, and they did what, sent letters?  That’s not parenting, and you know it.  They dropped that on you, an’ never let ye take the title ye deserve for the responsibility ye took, too selfish to let her have a family they weren’t a part of.”

Runaan flinched, hand dropping from Skor’s shoulder and covering his own face as he grimaced. “That doesn’t - Skor, I can’t deal with this right now,” He said desperately. “She is their daughter, she is the one who suffers the most from what they’ve done.  Her feelings on the matter come first.”

“That’s my point.” Skor shifted his weight onto his opposite hip to turn a little more towards Runaan, arching his brows pointedly. “You’re the only adult in her life that always puts her first, except Ethari, and honestly, my friend, I’m not as sure as you are that he’d choose her over you.”

He would.  Runaan was more than confident of that.  He grimaced at the very thought of making him choose, though, and shook his head.

“I’m not sayin’ ye should talk to Rayla about it.” Skor said. “It’s not her job tae take care of you.  But I knew them, too.  Ye do have other friends, not all of us willin’ to fuck you over for seven years and end it with a stab in the back.”

Runaan flinched again and snapped. “Alright, yes, I am angry!  I am confused, and frustrated.  I do not understand what changed, I trusted - I loved them as my brother and sister, and I can’t - I don’t understand why they would betray us like this.  But I cannot deal with this right now.  I must do what I can to minimize the damage from what they’ve done, to Rayla and to our people’s reputation in the eyes of the dragons.”

“You’ve been cleanin’ up after those two your whole life.” Skor observed softly.

Runaan grimaced. “That will no longer be an issue after this, will it?” He said bitterly, and then narrowed his eyes at Skor. “And you are deflecting.”

Skor wrinkled his nose at him and lifted his lip to show one chipped fang in halfhearted spite. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Runaan showed his own fangs right back, heart aching at the memory of when that fang had been chipped, but appeased when Skor’s mouth closed again under his show of dominance. “I will not force you,” He said anyway, a little wry after Skor had done exactly that to him. “But know that I am here if you need it.  I know, better than anyone, why this is difficult for you, and I share your concerns.”

“It’s what’s best for the mission.” Skor repeated reluctantly, and groaned softly as he leaned back on his hands, raising his face to the sun’s heat and closing his eyes against its light. “Runaan, if he says anythin’ else about that woman’s honor -”

“I will not restrict his right to speak,” Runaan said, but shrugged when Skor scowled. “But I will not restrict yours, either.  If he offends you, respond as you wish, just - verbally.  We don’t resort to violence until he does.”

Skor’s eyes remained shut but he nodded slowly. “Fine.”

He would not have returned to the field, and Runaan would not have allowed him to stay there, if he weren’t capable of stabilizing even under circumstances that brought up plagues from his past.  Runaan accepted this answer and looked back down to the village below.  He took note of a small group of people - four - one smaller than the other three - leaving the well-trodden path towards where he and Skor sat up on the slope. “The children are returning.”

“Then we should do the same.” Skor said, sounding far calmer than he had when Runaan first approached him, at least, and nodded with eyes open when Runaan looked at him again.  They both stood up and dusted the bits of snow off of themselves, and took a few breaths to clear their minds after the discussion they’d had.  Skor returned to the cave, ducking inside with only a glance at Runaan.  Runaan remained by the entrance, waiting for the children to return.

For all they weren’t all his children, he couldn’t help his growing concern for the human boys, and he had known Ram since he was quite young as well.  They were all his responsibility.

He shoved Skor’s words from earlier out of his mind.  Rayla’s needs came first.  He knew what he had to do about his friends’ betrayal, and processing his reaction to it could come later, when he had less on his plate and could justify devoting precious energy to doing so.

[dimeadozencows]

Sooo I've been obsessed with this au for a few days now and I thought.. why not use my abilities for evil

These are the designs from the tf2 x Steven Universe au by @lenny-link drawn in Steven Universe's art style! Or my best attempt at it lol.

I think the best looking ones are spy, heavy and soldier :]

Close ups↓

Also here's just the background; it's the bg from the tf2 lineup as a SU background, I'm really proud of how it looks hsjdjd

I also HAD to draw Andalusite by @gracefireheart cus good god he has taken over my entire heart. He's truly everything. The myth the legend the icon the moment. Happy pride month.

I like giving him a receding hairline cus. medic(has hair) + heavy(bald) = less hair. mathematics. The first drawing is my puny amateurish attempt at Rebecca Sugar's beautiful doodle art style. (I think I nailed the face and hair tho hehe)

(Your drawings are what introduced me to this au, I love them sm- I really hope you'll like this!!) (p.s; sorry for giving him a boob window. I wasn't strong enough.)

Aaaand my own design for a medic and scout fusion, Tourmaline! They only really form him when they both feel like wreaking havoc. he's impulsive, inattentive, hyperactive, he has no self preservation, and he's low-key dumb. When his senses kick in is usually when they unfuse. He can't see for shit and has to constantly remind himself to put on his glasses

(scout and medic shitty lil bratty kid + uncle who enables them dynamic truthers rise up)

(I had so many ideas for things I wanted to post so I thought I'd just put it all in one place gsjdjd, I hope people won't mind :'] )