#i locked in so hard drawing this you dont even KNOW

[m0cachin]

babe wake up lee posted yuki art

[crows-of-buckets]

I need to draw my rook bc I actually do have some ideas for them I just. Have NOT been in a creating mood idk I'm so tired... Aoughgggh

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🎮 HEY I WANNA MAKE A GAME! 🎮

Yeah I getcha. I was once like you. Pure and naive. Great news. I AM STILL PURE AND NAIVE, GAME DEV IS FUN! But where to start?

To start, here are a couple of entry level softwares you can use! source: I just made a game called In Stars and Time and people are asking me how to start making vidy gaems. Now, without further ado:

SOFTWARES AND ENGINES FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO CODE!!!

Ren'py (and also a link to it if you click here do it): THE visual novel software. Comic artists, look no further ✨Pros: It's free! It's simple! It has great documentation! It has a bunch of plugins and UI stuff and assets for you to buy! It can be used even if you have LITERALLY no programming experience! (You'll just need to read the doc a bunch) You can also port your game to a BUNCH of consoles! ✨Cons: None really <3 Some games to look at: Doki Doki Literature Club, Bad End Theater, Butterfly Soup

Twine: Great for text-based games! GREAT FOR WRITERS WHO DONT WANNA DRAW!!!!!!!!! (but you can draw if you want) ✨Pros: It's free! It's simple! It's versatile! It has great documentation! It can be used even if you have LITERALLY no programming experience! (You'll just need to read the doc a bunch) ✨Cons: You can add pictures, but it's a pain. Some games to look at: The Uncle Who Works For Nintendo, Queers In love At The End of The World, Escape Velocity

Bitsy: Little topdown games! ✨Pros: It's free! It's simple! It's (somewhat) intuitive! It has great documentation! It can be used even if you have LITERALLY no programming experience! You can make everything in it, from text to sprites to code! Those games sure are small! ✨Cons: Those games sure are small. This is to make THE simplest game. Barely any animation for your sprites, can barely fit a line of text in there. But honestly, the restrictions are refreshing! Some games to look at: honestly I haven't played that many bitsy games because i am a fake gamer. The picture above is from Under A Star Called Sun though and that looks so pretty

RPGMaker: To make RPGs! LIKE ME!!!!! NOTE: I recommend getting the latest version if you can, but all have their pros and cons. You can get a better idea by looking at this post. ✨Pros: Literally everything you need to make an RPG. Has a tutorial inside the software itself that will teach you the basics. Pretty simple to understand, even if you have no coding experience! Also I made a post helping you out with RPGMaker right here! ✨Cons: Some stuff can be hard to figure out. Also, the latest version is expensive. Get it on sale! Some games to look at: Yume Nikki, Hylics, In Stars and Time (hehe. I made it)

engine.lol: collage worlds! it is relatively new so I don't know much about it, but it seems fascinating. picture is from Garden! NOTE: There's a bunch of smaller engines to find out there. Just yesterday I found out there's an Idle Game Maker made by the Cookie Clicker creator. Isn't life wonderful?

✨more advice under the cut. this is Long ok✨

ENGINES I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT AND THEY SEEM HARD BUT ALSO GIVE IT A TRY I GUESS!!!! :

Unity and Unreal: I don't know anything about those! That looks hard to learn! But indie devs use them! It seems expensive! Follow your dreams though! Don't ask me how!

GameMaker: Wuh I just don't know anything about it either! I just know it's now free if your game is non-commercial (aka, you're not selling it), and Undertale was made on it! It seems good! You probably need some coding experience though!!!

Godot: Man I know even less about this one. Heard good things though!

BUNCHA RANDOM ADVICE!!!!

-Make something small first! Try making simple: a character is in a room, and exits the room. The character can look around, decide to take an item with them, can leave, and maybe the door is locked and you have to find the key. Figuring out how to code something like that, whether it is as a fully text-based game or as an RPGMaker map, should be a good start to figure out how your software of choice works!

-After that, if you have an idea, try first to make the simplest version of that idea. For my timeloop RPG, my simplest version was two rooms: first room you can walk in, second room with the King, where a cutscene automatically plays and the battle starts, you immediately die, and loop back to the first room, with the text from this point on reflecting this change. I think I also added a loop counter. This helped me figure out the most important thing: Can This Game Be Made? After that, the rest is just fun stuff. So if you want to make a dating sim, try and figure out how to add choices, and how to have affection points go up and down depending on your choices! If you want to make a platformer, figure out how to make your character move and jump and how to create a simple level! If you just want to make a kinetic visual novel with no choices, figure out how to add text, and how to add portraits! You'll be surprised at how powerful you'll feel after having figured even those simple things out.

-If you have a programming problem or just get confused, never underestimate the power of asking Google! You most likely won't be the only person asking this question, and you will learn some useful tips! If you are powerful enough, you can even… Ask people??? On forums??? Not me though.

-Yeah I know you probably want to make Your Big Idea RIGHT NOW but please. Make a smaller prototype first. You need to get that experience. Trust me.

-If you are not a womanthing of many skills like me, you might realize you need help. Maybe you need an artist, or a programmer. So! Game jams on itch.io are a great way to get to work and meet other game devs that have different strengths! Or ask around! Maybe your artist friend secretly always wanted to draw for a game. Ask! Collaborate! Have fun!!!

I hope that was useful! If it was. Maybe. You'd like to buy me a coffee. Or maybe you could check out my comics and games. Or just my new critically acclaimed game In Stars and Time. If you want. Ok bye

[trashytracktales]

idk if my last ask got sent but merry christmassssss, keep shining !!

second, i need THIS https://x.com/yovremine/status/1871164598306677111?s=46 for oscar piastri in order to survive pretty please 😭💗

Aerodynamic expertise | OP⁸¹

💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── Yes, I'm still working on my requests from last year. We read, and we dont judge (pls) 😔👍🏻

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🏁 summary ──── Oscar has been busy most of the day, and when she comes to check on him, the limits of focus, patience, and desire are tested in the most intense way.

🏁 pairing ──── Oscar Piastri x she/her reader

🏁 rating ──── explicit

🏁 category ──── F/M

🏁 warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, smut, established relationship, descriptive language, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, playful teasing and dominant/submissive undertones.

🏁 word count ──── 3.5k

🏁 date ──── Jan. 18, 2025

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OSCAR’S HOME OFFICE is a small room in their apartment that should’ve been her walk-in closet. The walls are decorated with a mix of framed photos from his racing career and minimalistic art prints, while a sleek bookshelf stands in the corner, its shelves filled with some of her books, and various trophies, medals, and scale model replicas of his helmets.

A small lamp casts a warm glow over his workspace, but the rest of the room is swallowed by the darkening evening. The desk is neatly organized — his laptop open, and a pile of documents on one side, almost forgotten.

He’s been reviewing updates on the car’s aerodynamics package the entire afternoon, slightly furrowing his brow as he read through the material, one hand adjusting the headphones over his ears, and the other making notes in the margins of a printout. Oscar has always been the type of person to lock in and get the job done as well as he could. For the moment, his focus remains intense, the faint sound of white noise humming through his headphones, lost in the details of drag coefficients and weight distribution.

He doesn’t notice the light tapping of footsteps approaching the office, nor does he hear the soft creak of the door as it opens.

She walks in, lingering in the doorway for a while, smiling to herself at the sight of her boyfriend who’s still so immersed in his work. His concentration is so characteristic — calm, methodical, and entirely unbothered by the passing of time. However, the late hour has her a little concerned. And annoyed. She crosses the room and stops behind him, leaning slightly to catch a glimpse of the technical drawings on his screen. Without a word, she gently places her hands on his shoulders, squeezing lightly, but he doesn’t react, her touch way too familiar.

“I’m guessing this isn’t a work-related visit?” asks Oscar, his voice as calm as ever but laced with a trace of amusement; he’s not even bothering to look up at her, but rather relaxes under her touch.

“It can be,” she teases. “You’ve been in here for hours, and if that’s how I win some time with my boy…” she adds, leaning in to rest her chin on the top of his head, while her hands wrap around his shoulders from behind.

Oscar chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I know, sorry. I’ll be done with it soon.”

She tries to appear unaffected, but it bothers her a little. He’s been ignoring her for most of the day. Even though she knows that Oscar needs time for his work, that doesn’t make it any easier for her to comply. It’s already hard enough having to adjust to his calendar all year round. Having to do that when he’s at home it’s simply ridiculous.

She rolls her eyes playfully while walking around his chair, resting her back against the desk while facing him. “How soon?” she asks curiously. “It’s dark outside, and you still haven’t told me what you want for dinner.”

He glances at the clock on his laptop and winces. “Ah, shoot. I didn’t realize it was that late. Sorry,” he says again, “I kind of got carried away.”

She hums in mock disapproval. “Typical. I’m convinced you’d survive on data sheets if I wasn’t here, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, probably,” he admits with a small smirk, his hands reaching instinctively for her hips. “Alright, so what are the options?”

“Well,” she begins, carefully sliding onto his lap, her arms wrapping loosely around his neck. The sudden shift in weight forces Oscar out of his focus, and he pulls off his headphones so he can hear her better. “I could order pizza,” she says, trailing a thumb lazily along the back of his neck, “Make something quick, or we could raid the fridge and hope for the best?”

Oscar tilts his head as if weighing the choices. “Pizza sounds good, but why do I feel like you’re leaning toward option three?”

She smiles, shrugging, “Because I don’t like wasting food,” she replies. “So. You coming?” the girl asks, her tone soft and inviting.

Oscar pulls back slightly to look at her, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “I just need to finish this. Can’t leave in the middle of it.”

“Yes, you can,” she cries in protest. “Come on, Oscar. You’ve been staring at this for hours. If it’s not done by now, it can wait until tomorrow.”

“Baby, it can’t,” he insists, gesturing to the printouts on his desk. “If I don’t understand the updates, I’ll go into the next test session blind. They’ve tweaked the front wing, and I need to see how the airflow changes affect the balance.”

She crosses her arms, eyeing him. “Then let me help. Two brains are better than one, right?”

Oscar snorts, shaking his head with a grin. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but unless you’ve suddenly become an expert in aerodynamics, I’m not sure how much help you’ll be.”

“Oscplain it to me then,” she challenges.

Amused, he picks up one of the papers and holds it between them. “Alright, let’s see. This here,” he points to a diagram of the front wing, “Is the new design they’ve proposed. See how the shape is slightly curved here and flared out at the edges?”

She nods, her eyes following his finger as it glides smoothly across the sheet of paper, then descends lower, to his veiny forearm.

“It’s to channel the air around the tires more efficiently,” continues Oscar, his voice patient but lightly teasing. “Turbulent air from the tires can disrupt the flow to the rear of the car, which affects stability and speed. By tweaking this part, I’m guessing they’re hoping to create a cleaner stream of airflow.”

“Great! You already know what’s up,” she jokes, her lips curving into a small smile.

Oscar chuckles, “It’s just basics.”

“Bet,” she insists, taking the paper from him, then grabbing his hands and placing them back on her waist. “Keep going. What happens after the air goes around the tires?”

His hands instinctively begin to trace the curve of her body as he continues, “Well, the clean air flows down the side pods, feeding the diffuser at the back. That’s where most of the car’s downforce is generated. It’s all about keeping a nice balance, because if there’s too much downforce, the car is slower on straights. Too little, and it can’t corner properly.”

As he speaks, his fingers tighten slightly on her waist, mimicking the precision he’s describing. She shifts under his touch, her breath hitching just enough for him to notice.

“And, baby, balance is everything. I’ll tell you that much for free,” he adds just as his hands slide over her sides, his thumbs brushing along her ribs. “You know, the car has to respond perfectly to input. Too much force in one area, and everything gets… destabilized.”

She bites her lower lip absently, her eyes locked on his face. “Mhm, and what about this area?” she asks, her voice low as she guides his hands higher, molding his palms on the curves of her breasts.

His throat bobs as he swallows, but he keeps talking, his tone steady even as his pulse quickens. “That’s like managing weight distribution. Every shift changes the dynamics. You’ve got to be… very gentle. And precise.”

His hands squeeze her gently before letting them roam lower now, gripping her thighs, and she lets out a soft gasp just as Oscar adds, “But sometimes, you need more force,” he says, his fingers pressing more firmly into her skin. “Especially when you’re going through high-speed corners. It’s about finding that sweet spot where everything works in harmony,” he pauses, his eyes flicking to hers. “You follow?”

Oscar’s lips twitch into a knowing smirk, and for a moment, he forgets about his diagrams and work entirely. The room feels somehow smaller than it actually is, warmer, the technical jargon fading into the background as his focus shifts entirely to her.

She looks at him, while adjusting her position on his lap. The slight push forward sends tiny, yet intense sparks through her body, and her breath hitches again.

“Yeah,” she whispers, her voice laced with feigned innocence, “I’m getting there.” Oscar smiles again at her words, but before he can say anything, she continues, her hips moving ever so slightly against him. “But,” she breathes, leaning closer, her lips brushing against his ear, “I think I need some additional explanations, though.”

The air between them grows heavier, and Oscar exhales slowly, his control fraying at the edges. “Is that so?” he asks, his voice dropping as his lips ghost over hers in a shallow kiss, teasing but not giving her everything. “I can do that.”

She hums in response, the sound dissolving into a soft gasp as his fingers dig into her skin, pulling her flush against him.

“You want me to show you?”

“Mhm,” she nods, fighting demons in order to keep her whimpers inside.

“I told you about tire degradation, yeah?” Oscar presses another light kiss to her lips, pausing just long enough to make her chase him for more. Which she does. “You don’t want to overheat,” he says, his hands moving down her sides to anchor her hips. “But if you’re too cautious, you won’t get the performance you’re looking for, either.”

She lets out a shaky chuckle, her hips grinding subtly against him. “Makes sense,” she nods, her voice breathy and full of need.

Oscar lets out a soft groan, as her movements on top of him send a rush of heat through him.

“When I’m in the car, I need to push just hard enough to stay in control,” his hands slide to the curve of her waist, guiding her rhythm, “But not so hard that I lose grip entirely.”

Her moan is quiet, but it cuts through the charged air between them. She tilts her head back slightly, her lips parting as the friction builds. “Oscar…” she breathes, her voice trembling.

His jaw tightens, his restraint wavering as her hips move against him more purposeful under his careful guidance. “See?” asks Oscar rhetorically, his tone rougher now, “You’re getting it. Find the sweet spot, and everything just… clicks.”

She leans forward, her forehead pressing against his as her breathing grows heavier. “We’re still at the basics?” she asks, her lips brushing his as she speaks.

Oscar smiles, though his own composure is clearly slipping. “Not really. It takes time and patience to perfect the technique. It took me lots of practice,” he says proudly, his voice thick with desire.

She laughs softly, the sound quickly dissolving into another quiet moan as he presses her even closer, his hard length straining against her through their clothes. His lips finally capture hers fully, the kiss deep and consuming, as if he can’t hold himself back any longer.

She cups his jaw, pulling his face toward hers, and presses her lips to his in a firm kiss, while his hands are slipping up to hold her more securely. Without breaking their connection, Oscar’s hand fumbles for his laptop and, with a practiced ease, he grabs it and shifts it onto the windowsill on their left. At the same time, his other arm wraps around her, lifting her as though she weighs nothing and settling her on the smooth surface of his desk. As a result, some papers flutter to the floor unnoticed, minor casualties of the heated atmosphere sparking between them.

Her focus is entirely on how Oscar moves — the way his hands slide under her shirt, the cool air kissing her skin as he pushes the fabric higher. Her body arches instinctively as his fingers dip beneath the waistband of her shorts, seeking almost curiously.

“Oh,” she gasps silently, her hips jerking forward at the first brush of his fingers against her slick heat.

Oscar’s breath hitches, and a quiet curse slips from his lips. “Shit,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at her flushed face. “You’re soaked already. Should we work on optimal traction here or?”

Her laugh is breathless, almost a whimper, as he presses a finger inside her, curling it just enough to make her shudder. “Optimal… something,” she whimpers, her thighs trembling slightly as he adds a second finger, stretching her just enough to make her squirm.

“Ease into it, baby,” he encourages her, his focus split between the way she reacts to his touch and the growing tightness in his own body. His free hand grips her hip, holding her steady as her movements grow more animated by the second. “Too much too fast, and you’ll spin out before we get to the apex, remember?”

She tries to reply, but all that escapes her is a high-pitched moan as his thumb brushes against her clit. And then his name, like an intense prayer dripping from her lips.

The sound of her voice, breathy and pleading, sends a jolt straight through him, his arousal pressing almost painfully against the fabric of his pants.

His lips twitch in a half-smile, though there’s a rough edge to his voice when he speaks again. “That’s it,” he says, his fingers working her with practiced ease. “Controlled inputs. Smooth handling. The sweet spot.”

Her body responds to him as usual, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as a broken cry falls from her lips. “Oh my—Oscar,” she gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders for support.

Oscar exhales sharply, his jaw clenching as he fights to keep his composure. “Fuck, I know. I know,” he mutters under his breath, the sensation of her squeezing his fingers making his mind wander. He imagines how good she’d feel around his cock instead, warm and tight, pulling him in and driving him to the brink.

The thought nearly undoes him, and he grips her hip tighter, guiding her as she rocks against his hand. “You’re doing so well, baby,” he says, the words slipping out in a low rasp. “Yeah, look at you.”

Her head tilts forward as her moans grow louder, her movements more frantic, almost never enough for her to relax. She watches through her eyelashes as his fingers pump in and out of her pussy without hesitation, feeling the tips putting pressure inside with each stroke. “Please. Feel so good,” she moans softly, her voice breaking, alerting Oscar that she’s close.

“I hear you, love. Come on, then,” he says, his tone both encouraging and commanding. “I’ve got you.”

It is his voice that pushes her over the edge. He sounds like he is utterly intoxicated by her and the way her body responds to him, always. His words seem to be covered in a generous layer of honey and equal worshipping, which drives her higher and higher. Her body tenses, and then she shatters around him, her release hitting her in waves that leave her trembling. Her cries echo in the small room, mingling with the sound of their heavy breaths.

Oscar watches her with a mix of satisfaction and awe, his fingers still gently stroking her as she slowly comes back to herself. His chest rises and falls heavily as he sees how affected she is. Gently, he withdraws his hand, his fingers glistening with her arousal. With his other hand, he brushes a strand of hair from her forehead, his thumb lingering on her cheek.

“You okay?” asks Oscar in a tender voice, a stark contrast to the rough edge it held moments ago.

She nods, a small, blissful smile playing on her lips as she meets his gaze. Her hands are easily sliding down to rest against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palms.

But then her gaze drops, and her smile grows mischievous. “Are you okay?” she asks, her tone dripping with mock innocence as her hand trails down to the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants.

Oscar stiffens slightly, his breath hitching when she palms him through the fabric. “Bloody hell,” he mutters.

“You know, I’d give it some attention,” she muses, her thumb tracing over his tip through the material. Her eyes flick up to meet his, playful yet wicked. “But you’re obviously so busy with work. It can wait, I guess.”

His eyes snap back to hers, narrowing slightly as he reads her intent, but before he can respond, she’s pushing him back into his chair. Oscar exhales sharply, his hands instinctively gripping the armrests as she stands, retrieves the laptop from the windowsill, and places it back on the desk in front of them.

“Stop,” he warns, his voice low, but it’s more a plea than a command.

“Stop what?” she asks in an innocent manner as she tugs her shorts back up, the fabric clinging to her curves.

Smiling, she leans down to gather the papers scattered on the floor, clearly putting on a show for him. Her movements are purposeful, the curve of her ass drawing his gaze like a magnet.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” says Oscar, almost annoyed at her audacity. “And it works.”

She glances back over her shoulder, with a playful glint in her eyes. “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about, babe.”

Once she’s seated back on his lap, her thighs slick with the remnants of her orgasm, she shifts slightly, her weight settling over his aching length. Oscar lets out a shaky breath, his fingers instinctively finding her waist again, gripping her softly.

She starts scrolling through his laptop documents, pretending to focus on the technical details in front of her. “Hm, were were we? Ah, yes. Air flow dynamics…” she reads, her tone intentionally casual.

It’s pure torture for him.

Her warmth is teasing him through the thin fabric separating them, and the subtle movements of her body have his control is slipping.

Almost defeated, Oscar pushes her hair to the side and presses his lips against the sensitive curve of her neck while she keeps reading off the screen. He stopped listening long ago, too high on her simple presence. His kisses are soft at first, but as his need grows, they become much more desperate; he is hungry, after all. For her.

One of his hands slides up under her shirt, his fingers brushing the soft skin of her stomach.

“Can I slip inside?” he whispers, his voice husky and full of need.

She tilts her head back slightly, smirking at him. “Can you multitask?”

That’s all the permission he needs.

Oscar works quickly, freeing himself from his pants, just as his hand slides between her thighs, pushing her shorts to the side just enough to expose her. The tip of his cock presses against her heat, and the fullness as he slowly pushes inside has them both moaning simultaneously.

“Fuck, so warm,” he swears, resting his forehead against her back for a moment as he adjusts to the feeling.

Her body opens up for him immediately, clenching tightly around his length as he lifts her hips slightly, only to pull her back down. She’s slick, her arousal making it easy for him to glide in and out, but the tightness still has his breathing ragged.

Her head falls back against his shoulder as she moans softly, turning her head to continue with her teasing, “The coefficients and flow angles could really—”

Oscar exhales sharply, cutting her off. “Alright, fuck. I’ll finish tomorrow,” he says, his voice strained, giving in entirely.

He stands suddenly, bending her over the desk as he cups the curve of her ass, guiding her hips back onto his cock. The angle shifts, and the deep stretch makes her gasp. His thrusts are slow and measured, but the way her body clenches around him makes it impossible for him to keep it as simple as that. Gradually, he picks up the pace, the sound of their bodies joining mixing with her muffled moans.

Her elbows rest on the desk as her head drops between her shoulders, every movement pulling her closer once again. It is too much, yet still not enough. She wants to feel all of him, but then Oscar is pulling out, forcing another cry out of her.

She tries to protest by pushing back against him, and Oscar is not wasting a breath, chasing a well-known feeling as she grips at the edge of the desk. Even though he just took care of her, nothing compares with feeling of him fucking into her from behind.

The heat between them builds rapidly, their muscles tense as they chase their release. Her thighs tremble, and her breaths come in short, sharp gasps. Oscar seems to follow that sound, caressing her sides just for as long as he slips free to pull her shorts slightly lower on her thighs, for better access. His cock nudges back against her swollen clit immediately, causing her thighs to press together at the pressure. It makes Oscar see stars, driving him to thrust his hips harder at the feeling and let his cock slide along the slick, puffy folds.

When her walls clench around him, the tight, wet heat sends him spiraling. “God, baby. You feel so good,” he groans, his voice rough as he thrusts harder, his hips snapping against hers. “Always. So fucking good for me.”

The room fills with the sounds of her pussy squelching while Oscar keeps thrusting in and out, her release hitting first. The pleasure washes over her as her body spasms, gripping him tighter, and the sensation pulls Oscar over the edge almost instantly. He buries himself deep inside her as he comes, his groans muffled against her shoulder.

As they catch their breath, she looks down at her ruined shorts and laughs softly. “Well, these are done for.”

Oscar grins, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “Guess we’ll add laundry to tomorrow’s to-do list.”

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[retroaria]

｡･:*˚:✧boyfriend bachira･:*˚:✧｡

summary: general dating headcanons for the best boy of all the boys

warnings: umm if you don’t read this and like it I’ll cry, mentions of biting (cuteness aggression), use of pet names

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy 🤍 - aria

pre!boyfriend bachira who literally tells you straight up that he likes you but does it in such an unserious way that you don’t recognize his true feelings. he’s always touchy and affectionate and often acts that way with his other friends as well so you have a hard time differentiating if he’s being platonic or not.

pre!boyfriend bachira who notices that you DONT notice and gets really upset about it. feels like there’s nothing he can do to get you to see all the love he has literally oozing out of his veins for you.

pre!boyfriend bachira who has already made a great impression on your family and friends. he’s just such a little bundle of joy that everyone loves having around. you’ve also met his mom and she’s so happy meguru has someone who genuinely loves and cares for him.

pre!boyfriend bachira who takes pictures and notes of every thing he sees that reminds him of you. sometimes he shares them with you but often times he’s afraid you’ll think the sheer amount of time he spends thinking about you is weird :(

pre!boyfriend bachira who CANNOT help but engulf you in the most lung suppressing, air tight, vacuum sealed hug of all time every time he sees you. feels this is the closest he can get to you as just friends. (really he wants to plant a thousand kisses on your face and swing you around like a teddy bear in his arms)

pre!boyfriend bachira who doesn’t stop talking about you to all his friends (EVERYONE but you knows that he has feelings for you). He’s spent so much time observing everything about you that he feels like there’s endless things he could mention and if he says one thing but leaves out another they won’t fully understand just how amazing you are.

pre!boyfriend bachira who writes you a love letter with a full declaration of his feelings and a cute little drawing of the two of you playing football together. you go find him immediately after reading it and he’s like “well FINALLY I’ve been trying to tell you for forever silly :D” (you better love this boy or I will hunt you down)

boyfriend bachira who is literally the kisses bandit. will kiss you any chance he gets. passing by you in the hall for literally two seconds? boom! kiss on the cheek. you are never safe (not that you’d ever NOT want this boys sweet little pecks at every chance you can get them). His favorite place to kiss you is everywhere and anywhere he can get to.

boyfriend bachira who finally gets to share all the things that make him think of you. expect to receive texts and voicemails from this boy all day. “I walked past this bakery that smelled just like you!” “This flower I saw is the same color as your eyes!” “I saw the cutest bunny at the park today and it even sat with me for a while, I named it after you! call me back! love you!”

boyfriend bachira who has already curated a list of places he wants to take you. Ranging from his favorite stores and arcades to his favorite parks, under bridges, picnic spots, hidden gems. He’s always out and about finding fun places and his first thought is always how he can’t wait to take you there.

boyfriend bachira who calls you the silliest pet names. pumpkin, bunny, squish, baby face, cutie pie, literally anything that sounds adorable might as well be your middle name in his book.

boyfriend bachira who loves to share everything with you. He’s always giving you one of his earbuds when you walk/sit together, gesturing the straw of his drink over to you, splitting half his food order with you (as long as he gets half of yours :)) I imagine you guys sharing manga, dvds, vinyls, books, anything that’s his that he also wants to be yours. LOVES seeing you in his clothes. His jersey???? Omg he would die.

boyfriend bachira who wants to tell you everything about himself and his life and know everything about you. he’d never push you to speak about something that might be hard to talk about but he wants you to know that you can always be comfortable sharing anything with him. He truly considers you an extension of himself, his other half if you will.

boyfriend bachira who suffers from a terrible case of cuteness aggression!!! he definitely strikes me as a biter/nibbler. he never wants to hurt you and would only do it if you were ok with it but just little love bites on your hands, neck, cheeks, ears, lips anywhere. when you aren’t around and he thinks about how cute you are he has to scream in a pillow or kick his soccer ball really hard lol. Really wants to just squish you so hard you evaporate and become a part of him forever.

boyfriend bachira who if asked what he wants the most in this world would simply say he wants to live a happy vibrant life with you <3

Bachira is probably the loml. I think I would give him the world. I’m finally caught up with the blue lock manga as of last night and I’m literally itching so bad for more I need that new chapter ASAP gotta see goatsagi score that goal 😭

[comet-forgot-you]

needy vampire amber smut plsss 😣😣

happy halloween

smut. 18+ pls.

the two of you making a stupid challenge, you wanted to see how long it would take for amber to break. she was always so needy for you, her sex drive stupidly high, of course you wanted to see how long it would take her until she couldnt hold herself back anymore.

days later, the two of you are handing out candy on halloween, dressed as vampires after hours of battling with amber’s stubbornness. but now that amber sees the costume on you, she wonders why it took her so long to agree. it fits you so perfectly and amber cant stop picturing herself taking it off agonizingly slow. she had to make you break before she did.

she cant keep her eyes off of you, and when the door is closed, she cant keep her hands off of you. she gropes you over your clothes, feeling you up and turning you into a confused, needy mess. she always pulls away from you seconds before someone knocks on the door.

it doesnt take long before amber’s pulling you into her, your back pressed against her front. she tilts your head to the side, scraping her fangs along the side of your neck, letting them poke you just enough to draw a few drops of blood, before lapping it up and pressing a gentle kiss to the area.

“you look so fucking good, cant wait to take all this off baby. god, you’re getting me all worked up, fuck.” she whispers hotly against your ear. “cant you see what you do to me?” she grinds herself against your ass slightly before pulling away, a smirk painting her lips. you dont have time to collect yourself before theres a knock at your door.

15 minutes later, your cheeks are flushed and the ache between your thighs is unbearable. you’re sure your underwear is soaked and your are pupils blown, and you know exactly why. amber’s unending teasing had you so worked up, and the little pokes of her fangs injected aphrodisiac into you.

you try to stay strong, try to keep yourself together, amber was the one who was so needy for you, she’d have to break first. amber’s hands are on your hips, lips pressed against your ear. “you know you wanna break, you know how bad you need me,” she whispers.

“you know you want to break,” you whisper back, turning to face her in hold. “you know you just want to fuck me, you know you need to see me all fucked out for you,” your hands run up and down her body, fingers grazing her neck before you lean forward, pressing a kids to her cold skin just below her ear. “you know you want me.”

its you who pulls away first, turning off your light and locking the door. amber watches your every move, she watches as you make your way to your shared room. she stays still for a moment, but when you look back at her from the entrance of your room, shes next to you in the blink of an eye. the door barely shuts behind you before amber’s pushing you against it, her strong, cold hands gripping your hips so tight, you know there’ll be a bruise there.

her lips are on yours, fingers tugging at your clothes. she’s too desperate, too worked up to even bother taking them off properly. they’re ripped in seconds, cold fingers meeting your nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers. “fuck,” you whine out. amber slots her thigh between your own and youre quick to grind against it, desperate to relieve the built up pressure in your core.

in an instant, the hard, wooden door you’re pressed against is replaced with your soft mattress. amber’s hands wander all over you, the coldness leaving goosebumps along your skin. “fuck, baby. i needed you so bad,” amber mumbles against your skin, pulling your underwear off of you. her fingers slide through your folds, “ive been going insane, you just look so good its hard not to take you all the time,” she whispers, trailing kisses down your body.

her fingers prod at your entrance before moving up to circle your clit. “go on then,” you mumble back, your breath catching in your throat as amber’s fingers tease your cunt. “take me.”

and suddenly, she cant take it anymore. her fingers sink into you and your warmth around her has her groaning into your skin. “fuck,” she nearly whines. all she can think about is how stupid she was for accepting your stupid challenge. “god, you feel so good,” she whispers, lips pressing against your neck.

she can feel your heartbeat under her lips, its quick, and it draws her in even more, her own arousal clouding her mind. she cant help but want to sink her teeth into your skin, and she does. she bites into your shoulder, its painful at first, a pained moan falling from your lips. and then the arousal hits, the sharp stab of her fangs has you squeezing her fingers tightly.

“amber,” you moan out, grinding yourself against her palm.

she hums against your skin, your blood filling her mouth. you taste so good, ambers far too addicted to you than she’d like to admit. she unlatches from your shoulder, lapping up the excess blood. “come on, baby,” she mumbles. “be good for me, make a mess all over my fingers, i know you want to. i know you feel good, come one baby.” her words have you clenching around her fingers, and when her palm grinds against your clit with every buck of your hips, its all you need to come undone.

“fuck, amber!” desperate moans fall from your lips as you reach your orgasm. amber’s movements working you through it.

“yeah baby, just like that. you did so good for me. i think you can go again, yeah?”

[nayeonara]

could you do a thanos squid game fic, where the reader dislikes him/rejects him: but he's so delusional - convinced she's just playing hard to get

HARD TO GET ! ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

pairings: thanos / choi su-bong x fem!reader

summary: where rejection just simply seems to fuel his delusions into believing you’re playing hard to get.

CW: kissing, thanos being thanos, the word ‘señorita’ used several times.

word count: 0.8K

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The air is thick with tension as you stand among the crowd, heart pounding in sync with the eerie lullaby playing over the speakers. The massive mechanical doll at the far end of the field turns its head with a slow, deliberate click, its eyes scanning for the slightest movement. You barely have time to process the rules of the game when a towering presence shifts beside you, a tall man who appeared to be an ex-rapper considering his unique purple hair. He looks down at you with a wide smirk on his face “be careful señorita, you’ll end up dead if move a single muscle” he laughs at you. You draw back as you hear him refer to you as señorita.

However, he had supported you throughout the deadly game despite taking his pills. You still disliked him though, seeming as he was crazed and would constantly harass innocent people. Although to Thanos, this was a way of showing off his strength and dominance. “Say señorita, we would make an awesome couple ya know” He says with cockiness in his voice that was undeniably aggravating. “I dont think so” You try to laugh off in order to still be polite even though you meant every single word. “Why not?” He responds with confusion as if you’ve just rejected the most handsome prize you could get in there despite the money. “I.. just don’t really.. see you that way” You tried to say it lighthearted, because you knew what Thanos was capable of. And you really didn’t want to be on his bad side.

He chuckles. “Ah i understand now. You’re just playing hard to get with me” He says with confidence. “But don’t you worry señorita, i’ll break your wall down with ease” He delusionaly walks away, plotting his future advances so that he would make you his girl. You’re tense after that, knowing he wouldn’t put a stop to his nonstop flirting. You try your hardest to push past your thoughts as you eventually succumb to a somewhat peaceful slumber in those tacky old beds the organisers of the game supplied you all with.

It had been a day now, your team and thanos just survived the six-legged race game, which left you paranoid as he was just messing around the full time, not caring that your lives were put at stake. This angered you alot more now, you were about done with his foolish acts and excused yourself to the team to leave for the bathrooms to calm yourself down. Thanos saw this as a gold opportunity to try and win over your ‘hard to get’ act, as he was so convinced you were crazy about him. He also excused himself and sneakily followed you towards the female bathrooms. You stand beside the sink, washing your face with the ice-cold water until you hear an opening of the door. At first you had just assumed it would be another female wanting to use the restroom, but thats when you hear it. His deep and playful voice calling out your name.

“Thanos, what the hell are you doing he-“ He cuts off your whisper shouting as he muffles your voice with one of his strong hands. “Chill out señorita, we finally have time for ourselves yeah?” He asked as if it was some casual thing between us. you look up at him nervously, afraid of what he would do. He locks eyes with you for a moment then looks down towards your heart-shaped lips. He leans over in one swift motion, pressing his rough lips against your soft ones. You wanted him to stop, you wanted to tell him that he was wrong about you. That you didn’t feel anything towards him. Although you would be lying to yourself if you said that his lips smashed against yours didn’t feel good.

As he continued to press down on you, he began tracing his hands around your body, you felt yourself slowly giving in to the passionate kiss. Although it started getting rougher by the second and you felt like you were getting weaker through his touch. He pulls away for a minute, “Come on, you cant deny you like this, that you like me, my señorita” He grins before quickly reconnecting your lips. Now it was you who pulled away, “What makes you so sure of that?” He just stares at you for a good couple seconds, “You say you dont like me but your body seems to speak for itself baby” And he was right. Even though you didn’t like him, your body was so rapid to give in to him. You felt yourself get so confused with your own emotions within this moment. “Doesn’t mean i like you though” you spoke through gritted teeth. “Sure you don’t” He smugly said before leaving you unaccompanied in the bathroom.

You were now just stood there, drowning in many thoughts and wondering how you were gonna get thanos to leave you alone now that you humiliated yourself, by actually somehow enjoying the encounter you both shared.

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authors note: thank you for the request! im so sorry that its a bit short 😭 i think i made him a bit ooc.. but oh well

[mythicalmyles]

Hello hello! :D I love your fics sm <3 may I request something— like reader trying to escape, and getting chased in the woods, and Accidentally tripped and stuck in a tree 👉👈 andd you know what comes next *wink wonk* Thank youu💞

Since u didnt specify i chose toby i hope thats okay uvu i couldnt think on how to write a tree so i hope its okay that i did a window

Toby x Male!Bottom!Reader

(TW alcohol, noncon, exhibitionism, murder)

A giggle left your lips as alcohol sloshed inside of your glass, alcohol already clouding your mind. You and your friends had taken a trip to a small cabin that was deep in the woods, it had taken almost a day of driving sown and old dirt road in order to get to the building. It was dated but it did well for the seven of you so you couldn’t complain.

You shakily stood, making your way ti the kitchen while downing your drink. Suddenly there was banging against the cabin walls from the outside, you rolled your eyes assuming one of your friends was playing a prank. “(Name)! Not funny! Fucking stop.” You fumbled before defending yourself. “S’Not me!” As you spoke another four bangs hit the side of the cabin causing a couple of your friends to scream in fear.

You edged your way to the door, looking through to your friends. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. You and your friends exchanged glances, fear and worry filling your expressions. Two of the stronger men of the group warily made their way towards the door. “D-stop.” Cleo begged, her boyfriend ignored her and picked up a bat that he had left by the door earlier. He swung open the door, bat raised.

Before you could even draw a breath a hatchet was suddenly implanted into his head.

Fear coursed through your body, eyes widening as the assailant slashed through your other friend. You refused to believe what was happening, the scream of Cleo snapping you out of your trance. Before another thought could cross your mind you ran as quickly as you could. Running upstairs as quickly as you could, chest tightening as the screams of terror filled your hearing.

You could almost feel yourself beginning to sob as you quickly looked for a place to hide, the cabin was almost barren. Your eyes locked onto a window, you figured you’d take your chances leaping from it rather than deal with being gutted. You barely had time to process the fact your friends had just been butchered. You didn’t want to believe some maniac really had broken into the cabin.

The window was heavy as you tried to push it up, suddenly cursing your less than athletic abilities.

Suddenly you noticed everything had went completely quiet, you could almost hear the crickets from outside. The silence set you even more on edge, figuring this was your last chance. You shoved your palms up against the top of the window, cringing at the loud creek.

“Th-he-there you are!” The voice sent your mind spinning, it almost felt like a game. Despite your best efforts you couldn’t get the window up nearly as far as you wanted. The sound of footsteps rushing closer had your already hazy mind practically exploding. One last useless shove, you barely felt the window move an inch but you abandoned reason. You figured you could squeeze yourself through if you really tried.

Embarrassment flooded your system, no matter how hard you tried you couldnt get your hips through the gap. A hysterical sob left your lips and you banged your fists against the window frame before scrambling desperately to squeeze yourself through.

The sound of the door cracking off the wall left you frozen. “A-ain’t thi-th-this a pretty si-ight.” You could feel your own body begin to shake violently as you heard him approach you. His footsteps were loud against the floorboards, almost sounding like gunshots in your mind. “Please-please dont hu-hurt me.” You found yourself begging, despite knowing it was useless. A sudden loud crack left you gasping and flinching, whatever it was went ignored the second you felt hands wrapping around your hips.

He pressed himself flat against your ass, thumbs digging into your hips as he held you in place. “You b-be a good b-bo-oy and y-you won’t get h-hurt.” Fear kept you complaint, entire body shaking as the man who just slaughtered all of your friends rutted into your ass.

Despite your mind screaming at you to keep fighting you knew you were stuck, if you wanted out you’d need help. All you could do was grit your teeth and bare it as you felt his cold bandaged hands pull down your jeans, you fought against the embarrassment of him having your full ass in view. “I li-ike how hel-help-FUCK-helpless you loo-look.” Your face contorted into a scowl as you cussed him out, all he did was laugh and slap your ass. You yelped at the sudden smack, biting your lip when you felt his hand make another quick connection. “Bastard.” You choked out, tears ringing your eyes as your nails tore into the window ledge.

His hands gripped your hips while he used his thumb to drag over the red patch now forming across your ass, you didnt quite pick up what he mumbled and you almost fell out of the window once you heard him spit, his saliva running down your hole and balls.

All thoughts went out the window when he began pushing one of his fingers into you, a dark flush coated your neck and chest despite the uncomfortable feeling. Desperately you tried to think of anything else other than his finger currently working its way inside of you. “Ca-can think of be-bett-better thing ta do with you.” His voice was slurring, entranced watching as he slipped another finger into you. A dark smirk coating his face as he pulled out a whine from you.

Desperately you tried to think of anything other than his fingers slamming into a spot that made stars dance throughout your vision. You could feel you will wilt away as he pushed another into you, you choked trying to hold onto the little composure you had left, suddenly you felt his fingers slip out of you. His thumbs digging into your cheeks as he spread you apart and spat onto your hole again. You ignored the needy whine that escaped your clenched teeth. Toby chuckled behind you, sliding his head against your hole.

One last ditch attempt was made to free yourself, Toby again laughing at your feeble attempt. “Go-gonna ruin you.” Was all you heard before he began to push the head of his cock against you. “A-ah, no.” You weakly choked out before a cry was torn from your lips, Toby finally managed to slide into you. Your hand desperately began scrambling at the window ledge, trying to find something you could grab onto to anchor yourself.

He was a lot bigger than you had expected, leaving you almost sobbing when he’d finally buried himself into you. The feeling of his pelvis against your ass was enough to leave you delirious, drool dripped from your parted lips and fell to the forest floor below. You could barely grasp a thought, feeling overwhelmed and over stuffed. “Toby.” Was all he muttered before he pulled out, leaving his head inside of you. Despite knowing what was coming and bracing yourself nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of him slamming his cock straight into your prostate. You barley registered the fact it was you that was moaning like a whore, your mind felt blank as he slammed into you. “Suh-such a good h-hole for me.” Toby’s words went straight to your cock, it made you feel filthy.

Suddenly something down below caught your eyes, two masked men stared up at you. Pure shame flooded your system momentarily before Toby slammed into your prostate again. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t focus yourself, almost feeling drunk as you were fucked stupid. Part of you cursed yourself for trying to squeeze through a gap you knew you couldn’t, another sicker more twisted part of you loved the fact your life was in his hands.

Suddenly the pressure from your back was lifted, finally grabbing the opportunity to take in a deep breath. Suddenly Toby had pulled out of you leaving you whining before catching yourself. “Don-don’t worry. Yo-you’ll get my co-cock again.” He slammed you up against the cabin wall, dark brown eyes bore into yours. It almost felt like a spell had taken over you, his dark eyes pulling you in. He had a metal mask covering the lower part of his face, leaving you curious.

He didnt leave you much time to think when he yanked your leg up, pressing your thigh to your chest and leaving you gasping. He wasted no time sliding his cock back into you and fucking you against the wall. You felt your jaw go slack, the wall digging into your back and no doubt scratching it up. One of his hands crept up your jumper, a delighted smile coating Toby’s cheeks when he noticed you didn’t have a shirt on underneath. His hands immediately made their way to your nipples, tugging on the rosy buds leaving you gasping and twisting against him. “F-fuck it.” You looked at him with curiosity, he yanked off his mask and threw it to the side.

Part of you had hoped he was ugly, it’d somehow make things easier. Instead a handsome boy stared back at you, he didnt let you see him for long. His hands quickly made their way back to your nipples snd began toying with them, he had the overwhelming urge to mark you up. His mouth was hot against your neck, he began slowly but deeply fucking you. He left you shaking and whining for more.

He pulled away just enough to pull your other leg up, you figured he had to be strong but the fact he held you up like you were nothing left your mind reeling. “Be-beg for it.” You took a moment to take in his words, apparently taking to long as he wrapped his hand around your neck. Your thighs were almost painfully squeezing against your chest. “I sa-said beg for-for my cock.” You flushed with shame, you couldn’t deny you were desperate for some sort of release. You pushed away your shame. “Plea-please fuck me.” You whispered out, cheeks darkening. “What?” Toby had all the power and he knew it, rocking into you slowly and leaving your mind rolling. “Fuh-fuck me please! Want y-oyour cock.” You begged out, almost sobbing with the way he was teasing you.

You choked on your saliva when he finally began fucking you against the wall, the wall creaked as it took the burnt of the abuse from Toby. “Go-good boy.” Toby whispered into your ear, his hand never left your neck. He liked the look of panic that would cross your face when he choked you. It felt amazing being inside of you, the way you wrapped around his cock so sweetly drove him further into insanity. He knew they were suppose to kill everyone but he couldn’t help but wonder if slender would let him take home a new little stray, after all, you were all alone now.

The sound of skin slapping together along with your desperate moans was driving you insane, you had given up on holding back long ago but hearing your own voice bounce across the room while a murderer used you like a fleshlight. It didn’t take long before you began crying out Toby’s name like a mantra, voice raising in pitch as your climax hit. “Fuck. Ca-came on my co-cock.” Toby choked out, his own release nearing. His hands no double would leave bruises on the back of your thighs, he slammed into you with no care for your overstimulated cries. He loved the say you weakly begged him to stop, hand shoving at his shoulder to no avail. He definitely couldn’t let you go, its like you were made to take his cock. You let out a sob when Toby finally buried into you, shooting his load deep into you. You moaned weakly as he rode out his high, you fell into his hold completely.

Despite being soft he didn’t stop grinding into you, adoring the weak moans he tore from your lips. “You two done yet?” A sudden deep voice had you jolting up, looking over to the owner. “Gonna k-ke-keep this one.” Toby smirked as you buried your head into his jacket, desperate to hide yourself from the shame.

[anonymouscheeses]

Obvious shit I noticed part 3 (spoilers for welcome to heaven)

Look at her! "Teehee"

Also she's nervous! Foreshadowing omg 🤯

STICKERS! Two pride stickers and a cute donut. Gives me an idea to draw Chaggie at a donut shop while everything is burning down <3 (I'll probably do it but if any artist wants to as well go ahead!)

*CHOKES ON COFFEE* I LOVE THEM. I'M SORRY I GET SO GIDDY WHEN THEY HAVE EVEN THE SMALLEST INTERACTION BUT UGHHH I NEED MORE, IT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH 🙏🙏

KISSY! MWA! *SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*

Vivzie give me more, moar now. MOAR

DAMN. SHE CAN THROW- or maybe it just exaggerates the perspective in this frame but still- ZAMNNN

Cherri x Sir Pentious fans RISE UP.

I wasn't ever really a fan of it myself but I always thought it was CUTE. Like 3 seconds before this part I was already begging for them to kiss 😭

More foreshadowing!

AAAAAA CREEPY BIRD THINGS!!!

Oh wait- Sera's hot and Emily's already adorable

If heaven don't look like what this is in the show, I DONT WANT IT! (THATS A JOKE PLEASE DON'T SMITE ME)

JEALOUS GIRLFRIEND VAGGIE!! Can I just say how much I love Vaggie's face expressions? Not just here but like all the time. She's just made to be so exaggerated, out of all of them I thought it would be Charlie who would have the most dramatic faces but Vaggie wins it for me. I JUST GIGGLE SO HARD WHEN SHE LOOKS LIKE THIS BAHAHAH

Okay yeah. It's very obvious now. Vaggie is definitely an ex-exterminator. They don't close in on Charlie here so it's made to subtly nudge the attention to Vaggie. HOW DID THEY IMMEDIATELY NOTICE IT WAS HER THO??

Hot-

That's it.

SHARE THAT MOTHUSSY GIRL-

YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE GREW OUT ALL OF THAT HAIR?!? YEAH ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE THEN BUT STILL AJJSJD.

But overall the design is pretty meh. I always loved the idea of short hair Vaggie and even have seen art of it but it's just yknow, alright. Reminds me of Cassandra from Tangled: the series. IM LISTENING TO ONE OF THE SONGS RIGHT NOW HELPPP

THIS SCENE HERE! WOOOOO! SO GLAD WE KNOW WHEN AND WHERE THEY FIRST MET!! Wish we got it extended tho. And also probably push it to next episode so it would have a better impact(atleast I think thats when they'll have the duet). BUT WHATEVER SOMETHING IS BETTER THAN NOTHING! or uh whatever

Vaggie must've been a bit terrified at first. The only sinner she ever sent mercy to was a child. Then to see someone who to her is an adult sinner who just looks really human, that must be crazy. BUT THEN IF SHE WAS TOLD THAT CHARLIE WAS ACTUALLY THE PRINCESS OF HELL? HOOOO, LOCK IN AND STEAL HER. THAT'S SOME WATTPAD SHIT. Also, I wonder how long Charlie thought of redeeming sinners. It would make sense to be after meeting Vaggie, since it could have been a wake up call to the fact not all sinners are bad people. Even though Vaggie isn't a sinner technically, Charlie didn't know that at the time. But maybe Charlie was always like this but just needed to meet someone who could start her dream with her. Long rant uhhh

Haha penis 🫵

SCRAP WHATEVER I SAID IN THE FIRST PART. THEY PROBABLY DO FUCK- OR DONT?? I DONT KNOW- ANYWAY LESBIAN SEX (BOTTOM TEXT). WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH??? SOMEONE PULL THE TRIGGER.

Lute looks like a basic asf anime gorl. Adam doesn't ever take his helmet off, or maybe he just can't. OH HE'S DOING THE GAY SIGN 💅💅 Very appropriate for what he's saying

Mentor, apprentice. I love that Husk is just trying to help Angel grow but isn't going to force him into it if he doesn't want to.

Im not a fan of huskerdust and think they'd be better friends as I can't imagine a relationship with them at all. But it's still nice and they are supportive of eachother so that's like- yknow. Basic rules. Or something like that. (HELP. I ruined it all at the last part)

I- girl- WHY IS SHE GROWLING?? GRR GRR RR (INSERT TWILIGHT SAGA HERE)

VAGGIE'S FACE. SENDS ME. WHO GAVE HER THESE OVERDRAMATIC EXPRESSIONS, I APPLAUD YOU RGAGAGA

Ooo... I didnt like this part at all... Instead of making the choice she just runs off. Then because the plot demands it, Adam says nothing. Kinda whish she atleast avoided the question, maybe in some way that would require actual thinking? For a character like Vaggie, she could choose either way and it feel like it's still her. If she chose to protect Charlie's dream, she would still be perfectly loyal to her but in the act of so would reveal a secret that could harm their relationship(which does happen at the end but that's because the plot wanted it like that). If she chose to side with Adam, she'd be hurting Charlie emotionally, sure, but it would keep a secret that could make Charlie see Vaggie less than who she is to her already(atleast what Vaggie might think would happen). Imo it should've been her deciding to protect Charlie, since it would mean she's devoted to her at all times.

ANOTHER THING! IF SHE COULDN'T MAKE THE CHOICE, THAT IS SOMETHING INTERESTING TO GO INTO. Maybe it could go deeper into how Vaggie doesn't know who she is without Charlie. So when she has a choice to make, like here, she can't do it without feeling the need to ask Charlie. BUT NOOO, YA HAD TO GO WITH THIS!! Wow. That was a long ass rant. Wtf 😭

Maybe I'm a dumbass. Maybe they'll talk about that next episode, but still, atleast touch on it a bit to not seem rushed?

Angel looking out for his kids like a mom. We always did need the motherly figure, the one closest to that being Charlie but girl needs a mother in her life too(damn, wait, I did her so dirty).

Huh, so why does it work here then? 🤨🤨 if it was said in the contract that Valentino can do whatever he wants only in the studio, then why is this the exception? 🤨🤨

Yes I'm stupid. Why do you ask? (No genuinely what's happening here)

OH ITS THE IMAGE! I really like Sera so far, hope we get more of her soon or in season 2.

Now that we know the context of this, yeah, that's fucking insane. And badass. WOMEN.

HMM. THATS STRANGE. DID YOU NOT FOR ONCE THINK THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY SHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN AN ANGEL? Okay I probably wouldn't either but I have an excuse, I'm an idiot. Some girl with a standing out outfit, with one eye, looks unusually human, right after/during the extermination... that's pretty solid ass proof. But I'm dumb so don't take anything i say seriously :D

Imagine this. No- shit. Just-

JUST LOOK! THEY ARE SO CUTE! EVEN THOUGH CRAZY SHIT IS HAPPENING.

*SWEATS*

Vaggie is DESPERATE. PLEADING. That's obvious yeah, but don't mind me I had nothing to say for the last 3 images I just thought they were cool

I mean. Slay I guess. 😍💅

Do all the exterminators look similar or is it just Lute and Vaggie? 🤨

Even though Vaggie and Charlie may be going through this horrible thing with a hard punch in the gut, but Vaggie is always going to comfort her and I just think that's so adorable.

Also Adam looks like a chicken hah.

Everyone fears to be like Lucifer. If they don't do bad things they believe are for the greater good and make sacrifices that put them higher than those in hell, they could themselves be fallen. It's really interesting but I don't know if it's going to be fleshed out enough with the amount of episodes left. Which also worries me about everything else that still hasn't be concluded. There's gonna be loose strings I just know it. Hopefully though they rather do that then rush everything out y'know?

I want the next episode to be mostly focused on Vaggie and Charlie's relationship and the healing of what happened. Not for the entire episode of course, it would feel drawn out if it did, but atleast address the problem for the first like I would say 10 minutes? Then the rest would focus on one or two loose threads while also having Vaggie and Charlie acting upon moving on. That's just my idea but yeah-

[boom-butterflyeffect]

WARNING/S - smut, mentions of killing/stabbing, knife play, choking, mr.ghostface kink?, mask kink?, <3

you heard a bang as the lodge door slammed shut, instantly getting your attention as you shot up from the bed. you swore youd locked all the doors before getting into bed and the only other person with a key was josh but hed had to stay late at the smaller cabin, Jessica and Mike's "love den", as he called it. "last minute preparations, babe", he said.

slowly creeping around the corner of the bedroom door you peaked out to see.. nobody. the long hallway was completely.. empty. so you went back into the room and grabbed your boyfriends baseball bat, then made your way into the kitchen followed by the living room. once again seeing.. nothing.

hand falling to the side as you sighed to yourself. maybe you were just way too tired and imagining things, the religious watching and study of horror media finally getting to you, you thought, just before you felt two hands reach around you, grabbing your mouth to silence you and your waist to hold you against them.

you tried as hard as you could to fight them off, not even being able to see who it was that had grabbed you until you heard the familiar laugh of your boyfriend as he let go of you.

“its me, kitten!” he lifted the ghostface mask to reveal a very amused grin on his face and you shook your head at him.

“JOSH! you scared me to death!” you yelled at him, looking down at his baseball bat still in your hand.

“if i was a real intruder id definitely have had to kidnap you.” he said, using the knife he was holding to motion to your clothes. or lack of.

as youd been in bed you were literally in just a small thong and a cropped scream t shirt, how ironic. you roll your eyes, moving closer to him as his arms wrap around you and you pull the mask back down over his face.

“you look.. hot.” you told him and heard a laugh from under the mask.

“you want me to fuck you like this?” he jokes but quickly notices as your eyes change at his words. “oh you do.. you want me to put this knife against your throat and make you beg for you life, kitten?”

“josh..” you whisper out, barely being able to find your voice over the shock you were in from your boyfriends words. youd always had a thing for the ghostface character, among others, and hearing your boyfriend speaking this way was doing something to you.

his hand reaches out and grips onto your throat, pinning you against the nearest wall as he presses the knife above his hand. “what kitten?” he asks and you cant even think, never mind speak to reply to him.

“you better start talking or im gonna have to make you, and im sure you dont want that do you kitten?” he asks, moving the knife to trail down your tummy causing a whine to slip from your lips. “oh maybe you do.. hm? you like how my knife feels against your pretty skin?”

“josh please..” you whine and he laughs, shaking his head at your reaction.

“youre such a little whore. i bet you loved how you felt when you thought i was someone else hm? did it make your little pussy wet to think about me forcing this knife into your skin.. making you beg for your life?”

your breath fell from your lips in a scattered fashion as your chest rose and fell quickly. you couldnt even imagine, he couldnt even imagine, how wet you were right now, how wet he was making you. cheeks reddening as he spoke to you.

“go on kitten, b.e.g.” the knife was pointed in to your skin, pushing hard enough to draw a little blood on to it.

“please jos-please dont kill me mr ghostface, i really want to be in the sequel.. ,you can do anything you want to me,.. ill do anything.” you pleaded so desperate and you could practically feel his smirk as he pressed a leg between your aching thighs.

“i know you will but its cute of you to remind me.. now shut the fuck up and go sit on the bed.” he ordered and you quickly did as he told.

you walked back into the room and sat on your knees on the bed, facing him as he walked over to you with a smirk before pulling the mask back down. his hand palmed himself through his pants as he made his way over, your mouth almost watering at the sight.

“you wanna suck my cock?” he asks and you nod your head, already desperate to please and he chuckles. “good slut.”

he undoes his pants, leaving them around his thighs before he grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your face to meet with his already hard dick.

“s.u.c.k. now”.

you immediately take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before your head dips lower taking in more of him.

he groans as your cheeks hollow, and you look up at him,.. well the mask.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he grunts out, pushing your head down to choke on his cock. “good fucking kitten gag on my cock.”

you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second as he continued. josh had never yet been this rough with you and you couldnt lie. you really liked it and you could tell that he did too.

he drags you off and your head up to meet his mask. "you want me to cum down your slutty little throat before i slit it open? hm is that what you want little whore?" he asks and you practically whimper.

"please mr.ghostface." you nod and he pushes you back down, you latching back onto his cock instantly.

he holds you hair again, fucking into your face due to his desperate state now. he twitches in your mouth before spilling down your throat and you swallow without hesitation.

"thank you mr.ghostface." you smile up at him in the most innocent way possible, attempting to rub your thighs together for some release.

"stand." he orders and you scramble to your feet in front of him and with no warning he rips off your top and drags down your underwear. "so fucking perfect, id be insane not to want to cut your pretty little throat wouldnt i? hm?" he asks and you nod.

"stupid slut." he laughs before pulling you to sit on his lap, his cock directly below your aching cunt.

"what do you want babe? tell me what you want." he coos, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and you sigh.

"i want to ride you.. please." you almost moan just at the thought he nods.

"go on then kitten, maybe if youre good i wont have to kill you, hm? ill keep you around as my own little toy." he questions and you dont even answer.

you quickly sink down on his cock, moaning out loudly as you finally feel him inside of you. "josh o.h m.y g.o.d." he groans, gripping at your hips and forcing you to move.

you bounce up and down as he uses a hand to grab at one of your boobs. "perfect, youre so fucking perfect." he grunts and you smile down at him, pressing a kiss to his mask. "and so so cute." his hand trails up your back to tug at your hair.

"mi..-mister im close." you moan out, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel that familiar feeling in your stomach.

"hold it." he spits, his nail digging into your hip as he begins to thrust up into you, helping both of you to get closer.

his free hand grabs your throat, fingers tightening around it as he fucks you both to your highs.

"go on kitten show me how much of a good girl you are cum all over my cock." he tells you and you cum immediately, your nails dragging over his all black clothed chest as you moan loudly, screaming his name over and over.

"fuck." he grunts, as he lets go of your throat letting you fall against him as the two of you come down, breathing heavily for a few minutes.

"babe.." josh asks, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and you hum, tracing patterns over his chest. "you okay?" he asks, continuing to play with your hair and you nod, exhausted.

“you never told me you into ghostface hm?” he laughs and you shrug.

“i got too many horror crushes.” you confess.

“oh yeah?"

"wait.. does beetlejuice count as horror too?" you quiz to no one really.

josh laughs.

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idk im bored

jesus fucking christ anon.

Josh definitely would, especially around Halloween time since he has an excuse for dressing up in the costumes.

was not expecting a smut oneshot in my inbox, but i am not mad about it at all, good lord.

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Three

also available on AO3 and Quotev | visit first tag to find other chapters | warnings: pre- s1 (for now), mentions of pregnancy (you’re not the one who’s pregnant dont worry), smoking

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Three:

Caring for Alice had proved harder than you’d expected. You needed places to leave her while you went out to run errands too- the enforcers had quit looking for her, assuming she was dead.

You’d grown closer to Vander too, and Felicia, through Silco. A day or two whining at the bar had resulted in Vander offering to keep her at the bar during the day.

You narrowed your eyes at him, swirling your straw around in your cup before taking a long sip. Felicia put her hand on your shoulder.

“It’s fine, [name]. Vander’s good with kids.” She flashed you a toothy grin. You slowly exhaled, not moving to shrug her hand off. You peered over the counter to see Alice with her back pressed to the inside of the bar, scribbling on a piece of paper.

“Fine, I guess. But don’t let her out.”

“You know it’s calm during the day. She’ll be fine.”

“Not a foot outside the building.”

Silco stepped out from the back, a book clutched in his hand. You looked at him, studying his face slowly. 

“How about you tell me.” You flicked your head towards him, and he raised an eyebrow. “Should I leave Alice here during the day?”

He grinned, and you could see his chipped tooth. “She’ll be fine here.”

That reassured you, and you quickly took another long sip from your drink.

So it was decided. While you went out to make whatever money you could, instead of locking Alice up in your tiny apartment you left her at the Last Drop, where Vander and Felicia would keep an eye on her.

You stood up, the barstool scraping, and went round to Alice. “Come on. It’s time to go home.” She stood up, handing you the crumpled piece of paper. It was a drawing of you both.

“This is lovely,” you cooed as you led her out of the bar, flashing the three a grateful smile as the door shut. And you took her home.

Over time you’d grown a maternal love for her. She kept your lonely self company, when Silco wasn’t around. And Felicia and Vander just weren’t the same. Seated in your cold apartment, you brushed through her tangled hair, shared a mediocre dinner, and went to bed.

Tangled in the sheets for warmth, she clutched your shirt. “Is mommy coming back?” She mumbled, half asleep yet still wide eyed. A sharp stab of guilt tore at your chest.

“No,” you whispered, and wrapped your arm around her, burying her into the crook of your neck. 

“Are you my mommy now?” Her voice was so small it broke your heart even more.

“Yes baby,” you reassured her. “You have me now.”

You both fell asleep.

-

“She thinks I’m her mother now.”

You took a drag of the cigarette, looking out over the rooftops. The sky was clear, azure blue hanging over you both like a blanket. Silco side-eyed you, reaching for the cigarette.

You turned and blew smoke in his face, making him recoil, and laughed at his face. He indignantly snatched the cigarette from you and took a flustered drag on it.

“Aren’t you?”

“Well I-“ you stared at him. “I don’t know. I guess I… stepped up.”

“Certainly,” he drawled, smoke wafting through the hair. You scooted closer to him and reached for the cigarette, fingers closing around his. He looked at you.

“I’ve been thinking,” you said quietly. “You’re sure she’s safe with Vander?”

He smiled softly, and let you take the cigarette from his hands. “I’m sure.”

“If anything happens to her, I’ll kill myself.”

The heavy words escaped you so easily you hardly noticed. Silco flinched, and put a hand on your knee, chuckling nervously.

“Please don’t.”

Your eyes flew to his hand. He snatched it away.

“Where have you been, Silco?” You asked, voice dropping low again. “I haven’t seen you in a week. And that hair-“ you moved to brush a lock of hair obscuring part of his face. “It’s getting in the-…”

He stared at you. “What?”

“Where did this come from?” You lightly poked the bruise, and he flinched, snapping his head away. “Silco.”

“You know people get into scrapes. It’s fine.”

“Right, but you don’t. And this looks bad.” Your fingertips traced down his cheekbone to the cut across his jaw.

“It’s fine, [name].” He grabbed your wrist. “I’m fine.”

“Just promise you’ll be safe.” You took a drag of the cigarette.

“Of course I do.”

You blew the smoke in his face and he frowned.

“Promise.”

He sighed, relenting. “I promise I’ll be safe.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder and offered him the cancer stick. “Good,” you hummed contentedly, feeling him tense then relax beneath your cheek as he gingerly plucked it from your fingers.

You weren’t sure if he was holding up on the promise.

Days after that he’d return with more bruises, or simply not show up at all. You would stay up on the roof until it was time for you to leave, and wouldn’t find him at the Last Drop either. Vander and Felicia were rather unhelpful considering his whereabouts, and he refused to speak of them. Another evening of waiting on the roof, he arrived late.

You sat up, watching him slightly shake as he dropped down next to you. His lip was split.

“Silco.” Your voice was strained.

“What?” He sounded slightly breathless. “I made it.”

“What are you getting yourself into?” Your voice shook, and he blanched, shocked at the genuine worry in your tone. “Tell me the truth.”

“[name], I…”

“Please. You promised me.”

After a long moment of studying your face, he sighed. “You can’t tell anyone, [name].” You circled your arms around his.

“I won’t,” you pleaded. “Please.”

“I… I’m a member of a-“ he cleared his throat. “Resistance group.”

You stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

“The Children of Zaun.”

He didn’t say anything more. You sat up straight, pulling away from him. “That’s it?” Your voice was a dangerous whisper. “That’s all you’ll tell me?”

“For your safety.” He sounded urgent. 

You stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. In truth, your heart was pounding with fear. For him. But then you nodded.

“Don’t die. If anything happens to you, I’ll kill myself.”

He seemed so sick at hearing those words you figured it would be enough to keep him cautious. 

“Now let me bum a cigarette.”

He relaxed, then chuckled, pulling out a pack. “You’ve bled me dry.”

“Don’t run dry then.” You watched as he placed one between his lips, and held out your lighter. He leaned into the flame. Pulled away. The lighter snapped shut. Inhaled. Moved the cigarette from his lips.

And blew the smoke in your face.

You coughed, shocked. “You- you bastard!”

But he was laughing.

You laughed too.

You leaned back into him. He let you.

“I know how much Zaun means to you,” you whispered. “I know you want a better place for the next generations.” You looked up at him, eyes saying one thing. But please be safe.

He stayed silent, looking back at you. And then he spoke softly. “Felicia’s pregnant.”

You sat up. “What?”

He grinned and nodded.

“Then- then who’s the father?”

“Connol.”

“Silco… this is…”

He looked at your unsure expression, and then held out the cigarette. “It’s good.”

You nodded. “It’s great.”

[lixie-phoria]

bf!chan comfort hours

pairing : chan x gn!reader | genre : angst to comfort | warnings : nightmares, reader has a panic attack but not explicitly mentioned | word count : 0.7k

request : hey, can i ask for a comfort/angst one-shot with skz? it could be any member

grief hits at the strangest times, sucking the breath out of your lungs and logical thoughts from your head.

grief was an old friend. grief was a toxic, manipulative, and pernicious old friend you wish you could let go off.

it was early in the morning. you were supposed to be asleep beside chan, snuggled into his side. but you weren't. you were squatted on the cold tiles of your bathroom floor, head tucked between your knees and back pressed against the hard marble. alone.

nightmares were a common occurrence. they would jar you awake almost every night, covered in a cold sweat and gasping for air. chan would help you down from them, always. he knew what to say, what to do, and how to bring you down to reality.

but this time he wasn't there.

the truth hit you like bricks.

you'd had an argument. it was silly, stupid, unnecessary. but it was terrible. he'd stormed off finally to spend the rest of the night at one of the boys' house. how you wish he hadn't. how you wish he was here.

you didn't know how long you spent trying to calm your breathing, but the sun's rays eventually filtered through the small window, and with them came chan.

you didn't hear his car pull into the driveway or the keys turning into the lock. your heart pounded against your ribs, trying to break free.

the poor boy had finally had some sense talked into him from lee know. he wanted to apologize, but he couldn't find you, and he felt his anxiety rising. you weren't in the kitchen. you weren't in your bed. you weren't on the terrace.

it didn't take him long to put two and two together and before you even realized he was home, chan was flinging open the door to the bathroom.

it startled you as you scrambled back, wide eyes staring into the concerned ones of your boyfriend.

"y/n"

the way he said your name: the tenderness, the accent, the softening of his eyes. it melted your heart.

your body acted before your mind did, and you were up in an instant and running into his embrace, the tears you had tried so hard to keep in finally falling.

he was waiting for you with open arms. he always was. he caught you, both literally and metaphorically.

"chan"

"i'm here, babe. i've got you."

it was simple. no explanations demanded. he knew you needed him, and he was more than willing to be there as he gingerly picked you up, your legs wrapping around his torso as he carried you into your shared bedroom.

the sheets were cold, but chan was warm. he was comforting. he was home.

"channie, im so sorry-"

"dont."

"but-"

"no."

his soft hands pushed your hair out of your eyes, gently wiping the tears away and pulling the blanket up to your chin.

"it wasn't your fault."

"it wasn't yours either," he assured, enveloping your trembling hands into his bigger ones.

"i was so scared you wouldn't come back. i thought you left. forever."

"never. i could never."

he slid into the sheets beside you, tucking your face into his chest and wrapping his arms around you.

"i love you, y/n. don't you ever forget that."

"i love you too, chan."

you loved how he smelled. you loved how he held you close. you loved how his chest vibrated as he hummed a tune to calm you down. you loved the kisses he was pressing against your head. you loved the circles he was drawing on your back. you loved him. you would always love him.

"you should sleep," he whispered.

"i can't. not without you."

"i'm right here, love. i will be here when you wake up, too."

"promise?"

"promise."

you snuggled closer. it had barely been one night and you had missed him so much.

"we'll talk about it once we're both well rested, yeah?"

you nodded into his shirt.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

and just like that the grasps of sleep pulled you in. but this time it was comforting. this time you had chan by your side. and you would never have it any other way.

tags : @foxinnie8 @hamburgers101 @starlostlaiba @laylasbunbunny (send an ask to be added/removed)

©lixie-phoria, 2023

[tinyproprodigy]

Hi! I hope you are having a good weekend so far. Would it be okay for me to request a Platonic Gojo x Younger Sister?

Hes still his canon age, while his sister is 15 or 16 (like Yuji and the gang). Shes extremely powerful like him, but UNLIKE him, shes tiny, the mature one between them, and gentle (when shes not fighting).

There is a fight where there were she manages to exercise a special grade, but there were a fair amount of casualties. Back at the school, she locks herself in her room . Shes blaming herself and questioning her abilities and mourning the innocent civilian lives that were taken. Gojo finds her. He becomes serious for once. He gives her a talk, and tells her the truth; being the strongest comes with a price. They can save many, but they cant save all. Being the most powerful can Sometimes make you feel the most powerLESS. Its a burden they will both always live with. Ending up to you!

Dont feel pressured to write this one if youre not comfortable with it / dont want to! Have a good day :)

"The balance between power and burden" - olderbrother!gojo x younger sister reader (platonic)

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You’re sitting alone in your dimly lit room at the school, the quiet of the night contrasting sharply with the chaos of your thoughts. Shadows stretch across the walls, and every soft creak of the old building seems to echo the turmoil inside you. You still feel the raw edges of grief and guilt from the battle—a fight where you unleashed a special grade technique that, despite your power, couldn’t prevent the tragedy that followed. The weight of every lost civilian and the unanswered questions about your abilities press heavily on your chest.

Your fingertips trace the faded lines of posters on the wall, reminders of simpler times before the burden of power made its mark on you. The silence of the room is almost suffocating, each minute stretching out as you replay every moment of the fight, questioning if you could have done something differently. The room, once a refuge, now feels like a cage built from your regrets.

A soft knock at the door cuts through your spiraling thoughts. You hesitate, your heart thumping in a rhythm that matches your anxious mind. The knock comes again, gentler this time, as if urging you to not shut the world out entirely. Before you can gather your courage to answer, the door opens slowly, and there he is— Satoru.

For a long moment, you study him. There’s a tenderness in his eyes that you rarely see, a stark contrast to the usual playful mischief that defines him. Tonight, his expression is serious, his presence calm yet commanding as he steps into your private world of pain and doubt. The familiar scent of his cologne mixes with the sterile aroma of the room, and you feel, almost imperceptibly, that his arrival was meant to bridge the distance between your isolation and the support you desperately need.

“Hey,” he says softly, his voice lacking its usual levity. “I heard what happened.” His words are measured, not reproachful, but filled with a deep understanding that only someone who’s carried their own burdens for so long could offer.

You want to speak—so many thoughts jostle for expression—but the lump in your throat leaves you mute. Instead, you nod slightly, the silence between you heavy with unspoken apologies and self-reproach. Sensing your struggle, Gojo slowly approaches and sits down beside you on the edge of your unmade bed. His presence radiates warmth, drawing you away from the chill of isolation that has seeped into your bones.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The quiet is filled with the steady hum of distant conversations and the soft rustle of the night outside, a reminder that the world continues even when your inner world feels shattered. Finally, Gojo breaks the silence.

“I know it hurts,” he begins, his tone gentle yet firm. “You fought hard. And you did what you thought was right. But sometimes... sometimes no matter how much power we wield, we can’t save everyone.” His words hang in the air, resonating with a bittersweet truth. “Being the strongest... it comes with a price.”

You swallow hard, the sting of his words mingling with the tears that have begun to well in your eyes. It’s true—no matter how fiercely you fight, some tragedies are beyond your control. And it’s not that you lack the strength or the skill; it’s that the weight of every life you fail to protect can sometimes leave you feeling utterly powerless.

He reaches out, his hand brushing lightly against yours. The contact is both reassuring and painful—a reminder of the closeness you share, and the reality that even the mightiest have their scars. “Listen,” he continues, voice softening as if speaking directly to the vulnerable part of you that feels broken, “power isn’t measured by how many you can save in a moment. It’s in the strength to keep going, to learn from the pain, and to carry that weight without letting it define you.”

In that moment, his words settle over you like a warm blanket on a cold night. Each syllable seems to lift a small part of the burden from your shoulders, replacing despair with a tentative hope. You feel the sincerity in his tone, the weight of his own experiences reflected in the gentle gravity of his advice.

“Every time you step into battle, every time you face impossible odds, remember this: even when you feel powerless, you’re not alone. I’m here with you, and I always will be.” His gaze locks with yours, unwavering and kind. “The world may be cruel, and sometimes our choices lead to pain we can’t undo, but it doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”

The raw honesty in his words cuts through the fog of guilt and self-doubt. In the dim light of your room, you begin to see that strength isn’t solely about the power you display on the battlefield—it’s about the courage to feel, to grieve, and to rise again, even when every part of you screams to give in. The scars you bear are not symbols of failure, but marks of a heart that has endured more than most could imagine.

As you sit there, absorbing the gentle truth of his counsel, you start to feel a subtle shift within yourself. The oppressive loneliness that had cloaked you in despair begins to recede, replaced by a fragile yet resilient warmth—a warmth born from the realization that you don’t have to shoulder everything on your own. The path ahead is still steep, and the shadows of loss might always linger, but you now understand that it’s okay to lean on those who care for you.

In that quiet room, with the soft murmur of his steady voice as your guide, you begin to piece together the fragments of your resolve. The conversation isn’t a cure-all, nor does it erase the pain of what happened, but it plants a seed of understanding: that even the most powerful among you can feel powerless, and that there is profound strength in accepting that truth.

You take a deep breath, the night air carrying away a small part of your sorrow. And as you look into Gojo’s eyes, filled with unwavering support, you realize that this burden, as heavy as it may be, is one you no longer have to bear alone. Tonight, in the quiet intimacy of shared vulnerability, you find the beginnings of healing—and the promise that, together, you can face whatever comes next.

The darkness outside may still be vast, but in this small, tender moment, a soft light has begun to shine within you.

I only noticed this today and am unsure when you sent this anon but I hope the wait wasn't long!!! I don't receive asks so I low-key gave up on expecting them but this made my day! Thanks! (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝)

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[hope-drunk]

ohmygodohmygod the way you write abby has me doing cartwheels. omg maybe abs can catch reader maybe being so needy and whiny over tp w abs like needy voice messages and reader ends up probs humping a pillow then abby returns idk its just a scenario ive been thinking of its so ily even if you dont write this remember to not push yourself too hard :)

i use the petname ‘kid’ in this i know that’s not for everyone so a warning 🫡

you had sent the audio message not caring what the outcome would be. a ten second long recording full of you whining abby's name. she had decided to go to a party instead of coming home to spend time with you, so you had decided that you were allowed to get your self off.

obviously, it was all to piss abby off. an elaborate plan that you had thought up the second she told you she was hanging out with manny and his friends after her practice.

the text pops up on abby’s phone. when she sees it’s a voice message, she excuses herself to the bathroom to listen to it.

abby locks the door behind her and turns the volume up before pressing play.

“shit,” she mumbles when she starts to listen; immediately turning the volume back down so that only she can hear.

what the fuck was that? she texts you.

she knows exactly what it is; knows all too well what you’re doing. right when she told you she saw the look in your eyes, that you were up to no good.

instead of sending her a text, you respond with another, longer, voice message.

“fuck me,” abby whispers, feeling arousal flood through her.

she didn’t want to leave the party, but she wanted to deal with you. she splashes cold water on her face and stares in the mirror. she hasn’t drank anything, although she was going to, so she was good to drive. should she let you ruin her fun? should she go home and deal with you right now?

abby hits play on the voice message again, and that seals the deal. she needs to fuck you, now. she says her goodbyes and everyone yells at her for leaving so soon, but she couldn’t care less.

she speeds home to you, practically jumping out of her car and into the apartment. she slams the door to let you know she’s home.

she walks into the bedroom and sees you, hips grinding onto a pillow. you’re holding one of your tits and softly grunting at the sensation.

“the fuck you think you’re doing, kid?”

“you don’t want— fuck— you don’t want to help me, so i’m doing it myself.” you say back to her.

abby walks over to you and easily lifts you off of the pillow, throwing it onto the floor. she pins you onto the bed. you try to bring your thighs together, whining at the lack of friction, but she pushes them apart with her knee. you let out a puff of air.

“think you can get off without me, huh? just because i wanna have fun with my friends?”

“no,”

“no? so why are you fucking doing it?”

you shrug and look away. you know she knows— for attention. that’s the answer.

“well, you’re fucking in for it now. since you wanted to come so bad, you’re gonna be doing it all night, sweetheart.”

your eyes widen. you’re about to protest, but abby’s fingers are already drawing small, tight circles on your sensitive clit, and you know you’re in for a long night.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

By His Command 1

Summary: you arrive at your new household to serve. (Handmaid AU)

Warning: this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, possible pregnancy and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: you're screaming at me, why are you starting another AU and I got my fingers in my ears like na nana boo noo.

Oh and there may be more commanders to come...

Anyway, thoughts and prayers welcome for my lost soul. Also feedback and comments if you dont mind. Maybe a reblog. 💕💕💕💕

You watch the cloud of your breath in the cold air. The grey sky stretches endlessly on, as flat as anything else in this pallid world. A white blur trims the edge of your vision, that every present brim, a facsimile of a halo. You are not a fallen angel but a disgraced sinner, sentenced to penance, fated to serve another's salvation.

You clasp your hands together, red gloves chafing roughly, wool scratching your raw skin. You look down at the scarlet ripples, the endless crimson that marks you for exactly what you are. You pull at a stray thread and let it fall away.

You raise your head and stare at the opaque screen that separates you from the man in black. The guardian drives on across the fields paled by an early frost, dried grasses wilted beneath the premature winter. You take another frigid breath and lean forward, hovering your hand before the small vent in the door. Nothing.

You sit back. You know better than to complain. There is no one for you to complain to. No one who cares. You are not a person with feelings and thoughts. You are a vessel, to be filled and emptied over and over. You repress a shudder and keep your welling eyes aimed out the tinted window.

You dip your head and hide beneath the broad brim of your white bonnet. You clutch your hands tight and wade through the mounting panic in your chest. The women who left the centre didn't often come back, and when they did, it was never pleasant. Still, you would give anything to go back. There you know what the worst and the best is.

You don't know much of what awaits you, only that it floods you with dread. A commander and his wife, but what else? Will he be cruel? Will she hate you? Will you be able to do what you were trained to?

You part your hands and bring them up your arms, hugging yourself. You can't remember the last time anyone held you. The last time anyone dared touch you. Even when you laid screaming before the other handmaids, hands bloody, back welted, no one dared come near you, no one thought to comfort you.

The SUV turns and you force your eyelids apart. You sniffle and wipe your nose with the coarse wool glove. There is a low stone fence that trails the long winding road towards a tall gate. The tires slow as your heart piques and you choke on terror.

At a halt, you hear the man's voice in the front seat, through the barrier that divides you. For order, for chasteness, for your debasement. You are not worthy. You are emblazoned as a blasphemer.

The car rolls on, jerking you back against the seat. A slow draw that brings into view shedding hedges, stone benches, a fountain, a lawn that expands before you. You watch the birds flutter, marveling at their peace, and a leaf drifts down in a calm path to the ground. A serenity that so starkly counterbalances the chaos blooming in your chest.

You veer around the curved arm of the driveway and once more stop. The engine rolls over and quiets. The front door opens and you flinch. Steps tramp and come around, a shadow awaiting you on the otherside as the locks slide back.

The guardian opens the door and you grab the red valise on your feet. You turn your legs over the side of the seat and step out, heels clacking off the hard stone. The man steps back, gripping the strap of his gun.

"Go," he nods his chin in the direction of the house.

You look over at the grand facades, stone and mortar in a centurion style, rooves high and looming, a balcony with a naked trellis below. You gulp and march forward, grasping the round handle of your bag with both hands. The man trails you, keeping you on course as his steps echo your own.

You get to the first step and raise your foot, setting in on the stope edge. The front door opens and steals your attention from the hem of your skirt. You look up as a Martha emerges in her green smock and apron. Her faces is blotchy and her grimace is deepset.

"Come, OfLloyd," she beckons you with a curt wave, "we must prepare for the Commander's return."

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

Severance s2e3 live reactions, because I guess I’m doing this now

- hello Ms. Cobel :)

- Mark buddy why the fuck are you timing how long it takes to get down the elevator

- Irving’s hesitation to go to O&D?? just stab me in the chest

- helly being so encouraging to Irving when I’m so suspicious that’s not helly?? Fuckkkkk

- “Once we’re out the door my outie will know what to do!” Mark please don’t let your innie down pls pls pls

- OH THE TENSION BETWEEN MARK AND HELLY. IT IS. SO VERY THERE. THEYRE MESSYYYYY

- I suspect the balloons are going to be a running theme

- IRVING YOU ABSOLUTE KING FOR RECREATING THE PAINTINGS

- is this him wanting to look for that hallway in the paintings or is this him hiding from O&D

- Dylan has bought in to the bullshit room plans, noooo the union busting is working

- I desperately want to know what Natalie’s deal is. Girl who are you. Why does the board like you and only talk through you. She doesn’t say anything except what the board has to say.

- OH THAT CONGRATULATIONS WAS HER. okay so there is a person in there somewhere

- something something the fucked up reward of getting to see god portrayed as you when you move up in the system and how that encourages you to play god with the people under your control-

- HELLO MS. COBEL.

- istfg if anything happened to those goats-

- helly is awfully hesitant when it comes to investigating with the goats. Very different from the girl who broke so many rules and tried to hang her outie… interesting…

- GOATS!!!!!!

- Goat?? Man??? Man dressed as goat??? Why

- “are you here to kill me” “hi I’m mark :)” this is a comedy actually

- this woman is living in an apocalypse zone and bitch rolls up in his nice suit like “hi I’m mark”

- Irving is looking at that painting,,, psychic damage

- HI FELICIA (meme voice)

- RAGHHHHH HIM AND FELICIA HAVE BOTH LOST SOMEONE THEY CARE ABOUT AND THEY BOTH GET EACH OTHER THEY FINALLY HAVE SOMEONE WHO GETS IT

- “wellness. we don’t abide such fripperies here.” Girl we can tell

- Also something about how the cowbell calls people but the goats don’t respond… something about how the innies were “locked up like animals” and she just summoned her department with something associated with animals…

- “is it rude to keep asking why you’re a kid” no because we’re all thinking it. But also yes, probably.

- holy fuck they’re really out there lovebombing Dylan so goddamn hard

- something something they saw what Dylan G would do for his innie family with overtime and then they said “we need him to care about something else right now, he’s too dangerous”

- “who’s Seth” “please refrain from sharing sensitive or privileged information” THEY DONT EVEN GET TO KNOW MILCHECK’S NAME

- they’re guilting him into company loyalty and I’m going to start biting. “life is better on the inside” ass behavior. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you

- do we think this is actually his wi- WHY THE FUCK IS THE PICTURE LIKE THAT

- BLACK AND WHITE AND OLD TIMEY CLOTHES???

- WHY??

- Irving and Felicia friendship is everything to me actually

- “I’ve only ever seen him scared of one thing. he spent two hours on his hair the first time he went to visit you” I am fucking unwell what the fuck

- the drawings are so-

- THE EXPORTS HALL???

- union organizer mark real

- POUCHLESS???

- Dylan’s wife has a pouch for her things that they made her carry in… hmmmmm…

- “no more cameras!” Mhm yeah so that camera angle had nothing at all to do with surveillance at all. We totally believe you

- Dylan’s visit with his wife is so awkward

- OUTIE DYLAN?!?!?!

- NATALIE HANGING WITH RIKEN?? What the fuck is up

- oh she’s mask off, interesting. Ain’t no way she gives a shit about the book

- they’re trying to make Riken into company propaganda Jesus fuck

- Devon my love my light my hope in the outie world she is so on to them

- THEYRE SO CLEVER. THEYRE SO FUCKING CLEVER

- CAN’T PASS A NOTE? SEAR THE NOTE INTO YOUR RETINAS I GUESS

- GOD THEYRE SO CLEVER, DEVON IM KISSING YOU ON THE LIPS

- I’m about to get jumpscared so bad by Harmony Cobel aren’t I

- oh that’s really not where I expected her to go. Maybe she is more obsessed with Kier than with Mark

- COLD HARBOR MENTIONED

- oh shit she really said me or Milcheck and LOST

- OH SHIT SHE JUST CALLED HELENA A NEPOBABY TO HER FACE

- “why don’t we reset. It doesn’t have to be this way” I just got chills, is she severed? Is she about to be severed? What the fuck

- I need to study Cobel under a microscope. What just happened

- mark is doing conspiracy shit and is simultaneously so exasperated when conspiracy shit happens

- REINTEGRATION?? OH I WAS EXPECTING IT AFTER THE THEME SONG BUT I WAS NOT EXPECTING IT TO HAPPEN THAT FAST

- Mark pls tell Devon before doing this. PLEASE tell Devon before doing this

- I’m so scared of this going wrong

- HOLY SHIT WHAT A WAY TO END THAT EPISODE