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coryndoll · 2 days ago

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drew starkey x reader zombie apocalypse au

— “you’re the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out.”

content: zombies, weapons, violence, reader lowk opening up more to drew, short little filler but it introduces the journey theyll go on together !

authors note: guys i started tvd n omggg. anyway if u arent part of the tag list, feel free to lmk thru replies, dms, anons, or reblogs !!

the next few days pass in a blur of footsteps, scavenging, and silence. you, drew, and the dog—who you’ve officially named dog because of his lack of collar and your shared inability to come up with something better—keep moving. drew joked that dog might just be a stray wandering the ruins, but it leaves the uncomfortable question hanging between you two: could animals get zombified too? you’ve been leaning toward no, but the thought lingers, a constant what-if.

meanwhile, drew’s been keeping his distance sometimes, falling into a quiet rhythm that matches your pace without crowding you. it’s a small mercy, really, that he knows when to leave you alone.

you’re not trying to be cruel, but attachments feel pointless these days. they don’t lead to anything good. someone always ends up bitten, or worse, you run into people who think survival means stepping on others. either way, someone gets left behind.

so what’s the point in getting close?

you pull your jacket tighter against the chilly air as you enter another building. it’s small, half-collapsed, with broken windows and a roof that looks like it might give out if the wind hits just right. dog pads in first, sniffing the ground like he owns the place. you follow, stepping carefully over shattered glass, while drew lingers near the doorway, his hand brushing against the baseball bat strapped to his pack.

he asks casually, like it doesn’t mean much, “have you been headed anywhere specific?”

you ignore him at first, your focus on a shelf in the corner. a dusty can catches your eye, and you pick it up, squinting at the label. it’s dented, the writing smudged. it’s empty though. you flip it out of your hand onto the table with a clatter, then sigh as you look away.

dog is sniffing something near the far wall, his tail wagging just enough to show he’s entertained. you watch him for a second, then pull your hair back, twisting it into place and clipping it up. crouching down, you start searching through the bottom racks.

when drew doesn’t get an answer, he moves. his footsteps are slow but deliberate, and when he swings around the doorframe into your space, you know he’s not going to drop it.

“you going to tell me?” he asks again, his voice softer but still persistent.

you can feel his eyes on you as you sift through the mess on the floor. papers, broken glass, an empty bottle. nothing useful.

your hand pauses, brushing against the knife strapped to your belt. it’s instinctive now, keeping it close, even when drew’s around. especially when he’s around.

finally, you clear your throat, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before rubbing the back of your neck. the words come slower than you want them to. “i’ve heard rumors. about a place.”

he raises an eyebrow. “a place? what kind of place?”

you push yourself to stand, reaching for his hand to steady yourself as you rise. “clarenora beck,” you say, watching his face for any sign of recognition.

nothing.

“who the hell is that?”

you scoff, dropping his hand and dusting off your palms. “it’s not a person, dipshit. it’s a settlement.” you turn and start moving again, still in talking distance as you scan a half-broken cabinet.

“it’s supposed to be a safe haven for survivors,” you explain, pulling open a drawer and frowning at the empty contents. “not the biggest, but the safest apparently. they say it’s guarded, got crops, animals, people who actually give a damn. a home.”

he follows, a few feet behind, picking through the debris on a nearby counter. “and you’re trying to find it?”

“trying to see if it’s real,” you admit, your voice quieter. “no one really knows where it is, not exactly. part of me thinks it’s just a rumor. but if it’s real . . .” you trail off, shaking your head.

he stops, leaning against the counter, studying you. “where’s it supposed to be?”

you hesitate, your hand hovering over a dusty jar before moving on. “far,” you say at first, hoping he’ll let it go.

he doesn’t.

eventually, you sigh, turning to face him. “vermont.”

he freezes, staring at you like you’ve just sprouted another head. “you’re joking.”

“nope.”

“vermont.” he repeats it slowly, like he’s trying to process. “do you know how far that is?”

you shrug, already turning back to your search into another room. “not like i’ve got anywhere better to be.”

drew follows you through, his footsteps softer now, trying not to trip over dog as he tails you. dog pauses at the edge of a room, sniffing at the base of a crumbling wall, and drew nearly stumbles right into him because he’s too busy watching you instead of where he’s going. you don’t notice—or you pretend not to—and he mutters something under his breath, stepping over dog and catching up with you.

"and you don’t even know exactly where it is?” his voice cuts through the quiet. “what, are you just gonna explore ten thousand miles ‘til you find it?”

you pause, jaw tightening as you pull a can off a shelf and turn it over in your hands, examining it for any dents or signs of damage. he’s waiting for an answer you don’t feel like giving. you toss the can onto the table with a hollow thud and move to crouch by the lower shelves, brushing dust off a few boxes.

he doesn’t stop, leaning casually against a doorframe and fiddling with a blade he pulled from his pocket. “seriously, what else do you even know about this place?”

you sigh. “i’ve had leads,” you say finally, your voice quieter. “a month or two back, i ran into these two people passing through. one of them told me about it—clarenora. said it was worth looking for.”

drew raises a brow, his interest caught now. “and you believed them?”

“not at first,” you admit, straightening up and wiping your hands on your jeans. “i didn’t even think about it again ‘til later. but they told me something . . . something people who are looking for clarenora pass along.”

he’s watching you now, his fidgeting with the blade slowing. “what’d they say?”

you hesitate, knowing how ridiculous it’ll sound once it’s out in the open. “they said . . . ‘strike c-4 in the heart of daisy.’”

there’s a beat of silence, the faint shuffle of dog nosing through debris the only sound. drew stares at you like you’ve just spoken in another language.

“okay,” he says slowly, his tone dripping with skepticism. “what the hell does that even mean?”

“i don’t know,” you reply, voice clipped. “and if you’re gonna complain about it, save it. i told you, i didn’t have anywhere better to be.”

he doesn’t say anything, just keeps watching you with that same unreadable expression. you turn away, already regretting telling him, already bracing for the inevitable whining and questions. but instead, he leans back against the doorframe, slipping the blade back into his pocket.

“‘strike c-4 in the heart of daisy,’ huh?” he murmurs, almost to himself. “we’ll figure it out.”

you glance at him over your shoulder, surprised but unwilling to let it show. instead, you turn your attention back to the shelves, ignoring the way his words linger in the air.

you approach another table in the corner, its surface layered with dust and scattered with useless junk. broken pencils, faded wrappers, and scraps of paper clutter the space, but you push through it all, your hand rattling noisily across the debris.

something catches your eye further down the table. you reach for it, leaning in slightly, when a decayed hand shoots out from a gaping hole in the broken wall behind the table.

you yelp, the sound sharp and instinctive, and it alerts drew who whips around. before you can think, your hand is on the knife at your belt, pulling it free and slamming it down into the rotting hand. the knife crunches through bone, pinning the thing in place as you stumble back a step, your heart racing.

you back up into drew, your hand immediately reaching out to gesture dog closer. he obeys without hesitation, slipping to your side.

drew pulls his baseball bat from where it hangs across his back, gripping it firmly. its head is littered with nails and screws, jagged and sharp, and he seems almost grateful for the added weight. you tighten your hold on your knife, your gaze snapping to the doorway as an empty lumbers in, drawn by the noise.

without hesitating, you dart forward, slashing the blade across its temple. the thing crumples, but another two stumble through from drew’s side.

he purses his lips, muttering a quiet, “here we go,” before he kicks one in the chest, sending it staggering back. with a quick swing, his bat arcs through the air, landing with a sickening crunch in the nearest empty’s skull. blood splatters across his shirt, but he doesn’t stop. he yanks the bat free, twisting it with a grunt, and swings again.

the second stiff collapses under the weight of the strike, but drew’s already glancing over his shoulder to check on you.

your knife is buried deep in the forehead of the first empty, and you wrench it free with a sharp tug. you pause only long enough to glance back at drew, your chest heaving.

“you good?” he asks, but his eyes are already scanning the room, taking in the stiffs on the ground. he whistles sharply, catching dog’s attention, and waves him forward. “let’s go,” he says.

you fall into step behind him without question as he leads you out of the building. your pulse is still pounding in your ears, but you don’t look back. there’s no point.

as you head back to the car, drew moves ahead and opens the backseat door for dog, who hops in with a quick wag of his tail. you circle to the driver’s side, sliding into the seat without a word, and the moment you pull the door shut, drew’s voice cuts through the tense silence.

“how’s your leg?” he asks.

you grit your teeth and glance at him briefly. “‘s fine. doesn’t hurt anymore,” you reply curtly, your tone leaving no room for argument.

drew hesitates, narrowing his eyes slightly as if trying to gauge the truth of your answer, but you don’t give him time to press further. he sighs, shuts the back door, and makes his way around the car.

as he does, you swipe a fingertip across your face, pulling away a streak of drying blood. it’s dark against your skin, and your gaze drops to your leg. shifting your foot slightly, you look at the spot he’s so concerned about. the fabric of your pants clings awkwardly to the wound underneath, stiff with dried blood, but you force your focus forward as drew opens the passenger door and climbs in.

before he can even settle in his seat, you ask, “where’d you learn medical care, anyway?”

he pauses, then grins, leaning back and shutting the door with an exaggerated sigh. “you mean wrapping a booboo so it doesn’t get infected?” he quips, his tone light and teasing.

your jaw clenches, and you sigh sharply through your nose, staring straight ahead as you start the car. the engine hums to life, and for a moment, the tension hangs heavy between you.

drew glances at you out of the corner of his eye, then leans his head back with a chuckle. “jean,” he says after a beat. “she was part of this group i met a while ago. taught me a lot about survival stuff. said medical care was essential in a world like this.”

you flick your eyes toward him briefly, your grip tightening on the steering wheel. “why’s that?”

“‘cause if you don’t have someone who knows the difference between a heatstroke and dehydration,” he says, mimicking jean’s sharp tone, “you’re as good as dead.”

the car falls quiet for a moment after that. your jaw relaxes slightly, but you don’t say anything, just keep your eyes fixed on the road ahead. drew shifts in his seat, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch the faintest trace of a satisfied grin.

“thanks,” you murmur, so soft you’re not even sure he catches it.

drew stiffens in his seat, his hand stilling on the hem of his jacket. he doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel his gaze burning into the side of your face. when you glance over, he’s squinting at you like he’s trying to figure out if he’s hearing things right.

you bite back a smirk and shake your head, eyes back on the road. “don’t look at me like that.”

“like what?” his tone is teasing, but there’s a genuine curiosity underneath it.

you finally let the smirk slip, a small, fleeting smile that you know he catches. “like you’re confused.”

“i am confused,” he says, his voice light but his stare lingering.

you exhale a laugh and shake your head again. “look, now that you’re in on this whole clarenora thing, we’ve got bigger things to worry about.”

he raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat with an exaggerated sigh. “like what?”

you glance at him briefly, your smile faint but persistent. “like solving a riddle. ‘strike c-4 in the heart of daisy.’”

drew furrows his brow, repeating the phrase under his breath. then he turns back to you, his expression all mock incredulity. “so you’re dragging me into this, and now i have to just solve riddles with you?”

you shrug, the smile growing wider as you press the accelerator. “what else do we have to do?”

he groans dramatically, but the faint grin tugging at the corners of his mouth betrays him.

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spiderb00 · 2 days ago

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Scoring points in my heart - Lara Raj

Lara Raj X Reader Synopsis - In the most important game of the season, your girlfriend decides to surprise you. Genre – Fluff a/n - I think it's kind of short, but I think I got the essence of it. <3 (request)

It was the most important game of the season, you were nervous, your anxiety speaking louder at times. Being calm in those moments was necessary, but as much as you played basketball practically your entire life, you still felt butterflies in your stomach every time the game was close to starting.

One of the things that helped you calm down was the calls from your girlfriend, Lara, before each game. With Lara building her career and being very busy with her schedule, you and she hadn't talked about going public yet, you both knew you wanted to, but you never had the opportunity. Although Lara didn't come to your games, all the support she gave you from afar helped you and consequently your team to get to today, one of the most important games of the season.

Today, to your surprise, you didn't receive anything, not a message, not a call, not even a selfie (which she insisted on sending you every day), nothing. Of course you were worried about your girlfriend, you even tried to call Sophia and Rhea a few times, but you got no answers, and since it was already close to the game starting, you thought it best to take a break.

"No sign of your girlfriend?" One of your teammates asked, they knew you had a girlfriend, they just didn't know that your girlfriend was simply the "rising global popstar sensation, LARA RAJ!".

"yes, still no answers, I guess I'll have to wait until after the game." You said crestfallen.

You understood that Lara was busy, and that was the price for dating someone in the industry, but you certainly wouldn't trade that for anything, you faithfully believed that Lara had an explanation for all the disappearance. Then, when the game was about to start, you cleared your head and started to focus, leaving any problems and worries out of your mind.

When you started running, it felt like there were tons on your shoulders and legs, it felt like you couldn't move properly. Forcing yourself to give your best, you started to be more aggressive, trying to make quick passes and not taking risks and passing the ball more than usual.

It ended up not working out, my coach called your attention, directing you to try to score points instead of just passing the ball. That made sense, in fact, you were one of the best players, if not, the best on the team. It seems that wasn't working for you today.

At least it wasn't, not until you see a Lara cheering you on in the stands, she looked beautiful, her outfit casual and yet she managed to be the most beautiful girl in the middle of everyone. Lara and the Kats were all screaming and cheering, in the stands you can also see Rhea, and now it makes sense because none of them answered your calls.

You only came back to reality when Lara blew a kiss on you, a smile on the red-haired girl's face, you could read her lips from afar, a soft "I love you", it was all you needed to regain your confidence. In the end, the game was a success, his team scoring points and winning the championship.

You were happy, very happy. You ran towards Lara as soon as the sound that indicated the match was over sounded. Hugging the shorter girl and spreading kisses all over her face.

"Oh my god, Yn! You're all sweaty." She said, laughing and pulling away softly.

"What happened to you? I called everyone and no one could answer, I started to get very worried, what happened to you? And since you're here, I mean, can you be here? Oh my god, everyone saw me kiss you, I'm sorry, baby, I just..."

Lara interrupted you by gluing her lips to hers. Her arms wrapped around your neck as you held the shorter girl by the waist. At that moment, you didn't even care anymore if someone was looking, let them look, you have Lara Raj in your arms.

You didn't care, too lost in all the sensations you felt when Lara was around you, everything was perfect, nothing could make you sad, discouraged or bad when Lara was around.

"How about telling the world that you're mine, baby?" Lara said, caressing your slightly messy hair.

"Are you serious?" You asked, incredulous at the possibility that they didn't have to hide from anyone else.

"Super serious. So what do you think?" She asks, her head tilting a bit as she looks into your eyes.

I'd love to tell everyone that we're together, baby." You said, leaning over and giving the red-haired girl one more kiss.

sorry if this is too short, i kinda have some relatives over at my house right now, so it might take me a while to respond to some requests.

or I can just run away and write to you, it will depend on how the day unfolds...

#katseye #katseye imagines #katseye x reader #kpop gg #gxg #lara raj x reader #daniela avanzini x reader #sophia laforteza x reader #megan skiendiel x reader #manon x reader #yoonchae x reader

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nieceeee · 2 days ago

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Can you do a story with ony about every time he buys her something she pays him back either in cash or getting him a gift just as expensive every time and he eventually catch’s on and asks her why to which she explains how at the end of her last relationship her ex was tryna to force her to pay him for “wasting his time” can it end in smut plz 🤭🤭😩

“ALL THE THINGS”

P/S: Most of your life your relationships have been transactional. You learned early on that nothing you get comes for free, especially with me. It was always a give and take. So when you got with Ony, you expected the same things. For every gift he got you, you made sure to double it because that's how the game goes right? Well Ony wasn't having that. He was going to get it through to you by any means necessary...

WC: 3.2k

A/N: DO NOT HATE ME! MNDI!! This took so much longer than I expected it to. But I hope you like it. It got me in my feelings a little bit ngl. Nicknames (pa, mamas, princess, babygirl) smutty, slight angst as well but there is smut and cute fluff, p in v, body worship, I think that’s all.

Life is about balance. The ebbs and flows are what makes the world go ‘round. Every action requires a reaction. It's a give and a take.

You took that literally.

Simply put, you have never known a love that wasn’t built on balance. And for as long as you could remember, every relationship you were involved in had been more of a checks and balances act that anything. It was all so…transactional.

See love has it's strings attached, no matter how the fairytales tries to spin it. It was an unwritten rule. In order to get what you wanted you had to give exactly that same thing or greater back. You needed to surpass expectations to have someone meet your own. You learned-- no, excelled at this. Now, could it have stemmed from deeper rooted insecurities of protecting yourself from being hurt. Sure.

I mean you were told at an early age from women in your life that nothing was truly free. Love, affections, kindness-- they all came with a cost. And you simply learned to play the game. Accept it with grace but never let them think they got one up on you. You remember the warning as clear as day. You kept your guard up, always matching every gesture, every gift, every ounce of attention you got from the people who mattered most. Because it had always been a give and take, and you’d be damned if you were ever the one left holding the bag.

Nonetheless this worked. It always worked. Until you met Ony.

Onyankopon came into your life like any other relationship would. He was sweet, charismatic, gentle. He was everything you could have ever asked for in a man. Patient, a rock when you needed him, and a safe space for you to just…be. When everything around you fell to chaos, he was the one thing that could lead you back into serenity. He quiet devotion to you was unmatched, making you feel seen and appreciated in every way a woman needed to be. Only was a simple gentleman who loved his lady. And he showed it even in the smallest of gestures--a hand-picked flower, a warm sweater on a cold day, a soft kiss on your forehead when you least expected it. It just felt right.

But with each gift, you felt a twinge of unease, a little tug in your chest. Those words repeating in your brain.

What was his endgame?

Ony loved you. Plain and simple. Anyone could see that. But yet you were so blinded by past hurt, you couldn’t step outside of your own head. Surely, he isn’t doing these things and expecting nothing back? No, it's just like before. So you did what you’ve always done. You matched him, made sure each gift was of equal or greater value. Yours needed to be more meaningful, more dramatic. You had to outdo him.

Every. Single. Time

It started early, a few weeks into your relationship--like when he bought you your favorite coffee from the cafe around the corner of your apartment that you loved so much. Of course you had to treat him to lunch the next day. “What’s this?” he asked when you walked in the house. He was working from home, headphones covering one of his ears. “I figured you were hungry so I wanted to bring you a treat.” you had replied. He smiled up at you, placing a gentle kiss against your temple. “Thank you baby girl.” his voice was soft with you, hands tracing gentle circles into your hips.

Further into your relationship, it continued. For you birthday, he bought you the beautiful tiffany princess cut diamond necklace that you were raving about one night as you scrolled on tiktok. “Omg, Pa look at this! It's gorgeous.” you had exclaimed. You saved it to your cart for you to buy later but he beat you to it. So what did you do? You bought him a Berluti Men’s leather jacket for his own birthday that you knew he had been eyeing for months.

But soon, the game escalated. You found yourself overthinking every little thing he did. Your mind wondering what you could give him in return. And no matter how hard you tried, you always felt like you had to top his gestures, matching him with something bigger, something better.

Ony had an inkling about your behavior for a while but he left it alone. Until your two year anniversary. That night, you sat together in his apartment, you hand him a gift--a black bag with two boxes inside. He smiles at you as he opens it up. Inside were two new grillz, one silver set and one gold set for his collection. His shocked expression morphed into a small smile of appreciation. “These are fire mamas, thank you so much.” he said before sitting them to the side. You smile bright at him “You deserve it baby.” you say to him.

Before you could even think, Ony placed the bag aside, reaching for a box from the table in front of him. You raised an eyebrow. "Hold up," Ony interrupted, his voice steady but serious. "I’ve got something for you too." He hands you the blue tiffany box with a bright white bow attached to the corner. “Wait,” you said, a little too quickly. “You didn’t get me anything else, did you? Because I just—"

He hands you the box, much smaller that the one you had given him. You hesitate for a moment as he opened it, revealing a stacked rose gold diamond ring. Your heart lurched in your chest. You blinked at the gift, unsure what to say. The ring was beautiful—perfect—but your immediate thought was that you needed to do better. Your mind raced, running through possible gifts you could return with, how you could top this beautiful piece of jewelry. Your instinct to outdo him kicked in, but then you saw the look on his face. He wasn’t waiting for you to match him.

“Ony…” you started, your voice wavering slightly. “I can’t just... take this. You know I—"

“Yeah, I know,” he said softly, cutting you off, his voice low. “That’s the problem.”

You blinked, confused. “The problem?” He sighed “I’ve been watching for a while and I didn’t know if I was for sure until now.” He lets you sit the box to the side and waits until you turn back towards him. “I noticed it a while back. The way your face contorts when you see me get you something. And before I know it you’ve repaid the favor.” he explains. “I mean we are in a relationship baby. That's what we do.” You attempt to laugh it off.

He leaned forward, his gaze steady as he watched you, his dark eyes soft but intense. “You’re not getting it, are you?” he said quietly, shaking his head. “You think everything has to be a transaction. That if I give you something, you have to give me something back. But that’s not how it works with me. Not with us.” he says “Ony, I’m not…” you speak up but you’re cut off

“Even in our bedroom. It’s like I can’t even please you without you feeling as if you need to outperform me.” He says. Your chest tightens at that statement. You hadn’t realized how much this had affected your relationship. You could see it now the wear and tear it was causing him. “Like don't get me wrong baby I love when we fuck but…sometimes I just want to make love to you.” he says gently.

You looked down at the ring, your fingers nervously tracing the gold, feeling the weight of his words. Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to process them.

“I don’t want you to match me,” Ony continued, his voice gentle but firm. “I’m not giving you this because I expect something in return. I’m giving it to you because I want to. Because I love you. And I don’t need anything back. Not right now, not ever.”

You swallowed hard, his words sinking deep. A lump formed in your throat as you felt the sting of emotion build up inside you. Ony wasn’t playing the game. He was giving you something real. Something without strings attached. Yet you struggled to accept it.

“I...” You found it hard to speak, the words getting caught in your throat. “I don’t know how to accept that. I’ve always had to give something back. I’ve always had to prove...”

“You don’t need to prove anything to me,” he interrupted softly, reaching out to take your hands in his, his touch warm and grounding. “Look,” he said gently. “I don’t know who he is that made you feel like this. Or who they were that told you that this is the only way you can receive love. It’s not.” He says softly ”But you don’t understand. It not okay for you to do for me and I don’t do for you.” You attempt to explain tears burning your eyes. “You can do for me. But do for me because you love me and appreciate me. Not because you feel like you have something to prove.”

“You don’t have to keep playing that game, baby. You’re enough just as you are. I love you, and that’s not conditional. It’s not about what you give me. It’s about what we give each other. And if you can’t accept that, then we need to have a different conversation.”

Your heart ached, a flood of emotions threatening to spill over. You had spent so much of your life protecting yourself, hiding behind the walls of your own expectations, and here was Ony, asking you to tear them down. To let him love you without the conditions you had always set in place.

You took a shaky breath, feeling the warmth of his hands around yours. “I’m scared,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“I know,” he replied, his voice tender, the understanding in his eyes never wavering. “But you don’t have to be anymore. You don’t have to do anything, or be anyone, to deserve my love. You’ve got me. No strings attached.”

And with those few words, you felt the walls inside you begin to crack. The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over as you let out a shaky breath, feeling the full weight of his words settle in your chest.

He caresses your head gently, kissing away your tears. You don’t move, allowing him to nurture you. Ony pulls you closer to him. Kissing down to your lips. After a few minutes, you pull back. “Your lips are salty.” you giggle. Laughter fills the air as tension leaves both your bodies. Ony picks the box up and opens it, the ring on full display. “Ony…” you start. “This is my vow to you. My vow to love you endlessly if you let me. To give you all of me and more. No questions asked. My promise that you have all of me.” he slips the ring onto your finger. “It's beautiful baby. Thank you.” you lean up and press a kiss against his lips. His kisses you gently, pulling your bottom lip into his mouth.

You whimper in his touch. “Ony.” you speak breathlessly. He hums before kissing you again. Heat rises in your body as his hands trail up your thighs. You whine, wiggling closer to him. Ony pulls back a bit from you. “Wha…” you startle. “I want you to allow me to love you and please you without conditions. Can you do that for me?” He asks. You look into his eyes burning with sincerity and a sense of newfound peace washes over you. “Yes” you answer and you feel yourself being lifted up. You smile as Ony carries you back into your bedroom and places you gently on the bed.

“Just let me worship you baby. Like you deserve.”

He speaks before gently removing your clothes. His eyes rake over your body, taking in the curves of every part of you. “Fuck, you're so fucking pretty.” he said, hands caressing every part of you. His fingertips trace your neck and down to your nipples, circling them gently. Your back lifts from the bed but he presses you back down carefully. “Relax mamas, let me take care of you.” he cooes, continuing his descent down your body. His feather light fingers move down your torso and to your thighs. He draws gentle shapes into your inner thighs, massaging your body to loosen you up. “Breathe deep for me mamas. In and out. Focus on your breathing.” he whispers before moving his head down to your pussy.

His nose grazes against your clit and your body jolts. Ony’s thick hands come back up and flatten you back against the mattress again. “Relax baby. Keep breathing for me.” You will your body to relax as he resumes his actions. Nose grazing against the meaty flesh, he begins to pepper soft kisses along your skin. Tantric breathing methods allow your body to release the tension you held in your muscles as Ony’s lips press against your already wet one. He makes out with your pussy, softly tugging your lips into his mouth and using his tongue to flick your clit ever so often.

“Fuck pa. Right there. Don’t stop.” you whine. Ony’s kisses are slow and deliberate. His pace is steady, tongue dragging from opening to clit, like a cat lapping at it's milk. “You so fucking sweet.” he growls into your pussy, warm breath blowing into your pussy. Your pussy clenches around nothing, causing more of your juice to pour out, landing right on his tongue. “Fuck.” You gasp for air. Your toes shape into ‘C’s as Ony explores your body. Mouth pleasuring you as his hands grip and knead at your flesh. Your juices drip down his chin as he slurps you down, soft moans release from his chest at the sight of your arousal. Ony’s dick hardens as he presses his hips into the mattress to relieve pressure while he honors your body. Your eyes roll back as your head presses back into the pillow, breathing doing little to keep shivers from racing through your body.

“Ony baby, please.” you whine, hips grinding against his face while his tongue fucks your center. Your pussy so wet, the sounds echoing through the room as she sings sweet music to him. Ony was in a trance, getting lost in your essence. The speed of his tongue increases causing sparks to sizzle underneath your skin, alerting your body of the pending release. Your moans get louder as your breathing gets heavy, Your hands reach down to grip the back of his head, hips stuttering against his face. “Ony, Fuck Pa, I’m gonna cum.” You’re borderline groveling as your body begins to convulse, saccharine secretions glaze his beard as you call out his name.

You struggle to catch your breath as Ony finally comes up for hair, lickign you from his lips. “You ready for me baby?” he asks, dick hardened beneath his boxers. “I-...” you breaths still trying to level themselves out, “Are you sure you don't need me to help you baby?” you manage to push out between breaths. “No mamas. Just let me praise you like the muse you are.” his deep praises caress the deepest parts of your heart, mending unspoken wounds with each word. He steps forward, pulling his dick from his boxers and gently slapping your swollen clit with his tip. “You’re my princess, yeah?” he asks softly looking down at the gold mine between your legs. “Y-yes.” you respond to him. “Remember that. Always.” he slips his tip through your entrance. “Onyyyy, fuck baby.” you body clenches, attempting to pull him in deeper. “Tell me you deserve it baby.” his eyes meet yours, brown irises burning with intensity. “I deserve iitttt…” your words drag as he sheaths himself all the way inside you.

“You deserve it all baby girl. You’re so fucking precious to me.” the sweet words contrast with the thickness of his voice as his hips jut forward, strokes deepening and increasing in speed. Only’s hands trail your body, one hand coming up to gentle press against your throat as the other locks your wrists above your head. His body leans closer, strokes shallowing as his hips grind into yours, words of praise whispered against your skin as he caters to every need that your body requests. Both bodies move in tandem as breaths deepen and arousals heighten. You feel your body teetering on the edge of another climax. Only can tell by the way your pussy grips him desperately, craving him.

“Ony, I’m..I’m c-close.” you cry out, body begging for him. “It's okay. Give it to me princess.” he commands. “Bless me with your essence baby. Release it all for me.”

You don't register the sounds being released are yours until your body starts to shake in his arms. Tears fall from the corners of your eyes slipping down your face and around your ears. Bed wet with your tears and your release as your aura explodes from inside of you. Ony’s breaths choppy as he requests, “Can I pour into you princess?” he whispers brokenly into your ear. Words don’t come so you feverishly nod your head in agreement. His growl follows his nut as you feel your pussy warm from his release coating your gummy walls. You both sit, holding each other as you come down from your high.

After a moment, Ony raises up. “All good or one more?” He asks using his thumb to swipe the tears from your eyes. “All good Pa. Thank you.” You let out. Ony rises up and goes into the bathroom. Your eyes flutter open and closed as you let yourself calm down. He returns with a warm towel and works on cleaning you up. He replaces your clothes with a warm t shirt of his and gets fresh blankets for the bed.

You sit and allow it. It feels good being on this side. Your heart feels light as you watch him move around the room getting everything comfortable for you. “Better?” He asks. “Better.” You repeat as a response. “Good. Now take your pretty ass down while I go get you something to eat.”

Ony didn’t ask for anything in return. He gave freely, unconditionally. And maybe, for the first time in your life, you realized you could do the same. He came back in the room with your food and slipped underneath the covers with you, pulling your body in his warmth. You pulled him into an embrace, wrapping your arms around him tightly, as if trying to hold onto the love he was offering you.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.

“I love you too,” Ony murmured, holding you even tighter, as if he never wanted to let go.

In that moment, everything changed. You didn’t need to play the game anymore. You didn’t need to prove anything. You just needed to accept what was right in front of you: a love that was simple, pure, and free from the weight of expectations.

And for the first time in your life, it was enough.

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twst-drabbles · 13 hours ago

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Dire 10

Summary: As usual, Dire is procrastinating his search for the way to your home. Honestly, you'd usually just settle for some verbal threatening, but clearly that's not working. You decided to go a bit physical this time.

(Nothing graphic, the Janitor isn't beating him to a pulp so no blood. Just pushing him around until he falls over and pressing their shoe against his neck. You know, that kind of stuff. Oh and someone walks in.)

"So, about that progress." You almost closed the door too hard behind you, but still the noise was enough to make Dire hunch his shoulders. "Your research. How's it going?"

"W-whatever could you mean?" Dire faced his body towards you, but his eyes were nervously scanning the wall off to the side, fanning himself with those fancy, practically glittering claw rings of his. "I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about."

"…you're fucking with me." It's been months since you've had an update of any kind regarding the subject. You made sure not to be insistent upon it, demand update after update because you didn't know shit about advanced magic. You've barely managed to catch up to the current level that the first years know! You have enough base knowledge to know that it's not easy stuff, so you always give Dire leeway when he looks away and mumbles his excuses.

…but now he's pretending he doesn't know what you're talking about. He's not tentatively giving you an excuse, he's trying to stay out of it entirely. Playing up his birdbrained self.

He's procrastinating.

"Well, if you're not clear then…" Dire's mouth grew tinier and tinier as you marched towards him, "what are you doing?"

Why do you even bother with this headmaster? Of course you should've known better than to give him that many olive branches.

"Now now, there's no need to get violent," Dire practically shrank into himself as you got closer and closer. Rather than attempt to run away, he tried to protect his body with his coat. "H-how about I give you extended vacation days?! O-or even a higher raise and an added bonus on top of that?! Oh but if that's not enough than I can easily procure some interesting magical artifacts if that's to your--oh!"

You seized his shoulder and forced him to face you, the gold lights of his eyes nothing more than shaking pinpricks. "Clearly I'm not getting through your thick head."

Then, you kicked his feet and let him tumble to the floor, his hat rolling away, revealing messy black hair. Before he could scramble his way back up, you slammed your foot just above his shoulder. He froze, and that was all you need to press the heel of your shoe against his bobbing throat.

Now Dire can no longer look away from you. His face blossomed into a bright red flush as his hands cradled your ankle, no gripping or pushing away. Good. He knows when to behave when you're well and truly pissed.

"Honestly, I'm starting to think you're craving this," you dug your heel in deep for a second, smiled at the choking Dire before you, "Is that why you've stopped giving a shit about finding a way to my home? You wanna pretend you don't know anything, just so I can tear off that incompetent head of yours?"

"I-If you would j-ju--"

"I didn't say you could breathe." You stepped down harder, fully cutting off his breath and watching as he flailed about. But still, he didn't push your off. No magic, no incantations. Nothing. "You want my respect Dire? Perhaps even my favor? Then keep your end of the deal."

Just as you lightened the weight off your foot, the door to Dire's office slammed open.

"Headmage Crowley, I'm here with the documents Kalim forgot to send yester--huh." Jamil walked right in, paused by the scene unfolding before him. You with your foot still on Dire's throat, eyes thinned into a glare that never failed to grip a small part of Jamil's insides hostage, and Dire, gasping, shivering and flushing like he was a bug pinned down by needles.

For a moment, Jamil's face contorted into a horrified expression, but was quick to school himself back into his seemingly mild-mannered self with a cough. He frowned and sent a glare to the both of you as the tips of his ears turned red. He opened his mouth, as though he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Jamil's jaw closed with a click, massaged his temples, and exited the room.

Any other day, this would amuse you. Well, actually it still does, because there's nothing more fun than messing with someone who insists on keeping everything inside until they explode, but Dire is still here and you're not done yet.

"So, what do you have to say?"

"…I'll continue looking for a way home," Dire conceded.

"Glad you see things my way."

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lesabear · 2 days ago

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Thoughts on Veilguard

TLDR: If empty calories were a video game it would be Dragon Age: The Veilguard. The game is a pleasant enough - if generic and unremarkable - action RPG that basically abandons the themes and feel of the previous games, resulting in a bland story that largely avoids dealing with anything that might remotely cause conflict in the party or force the player to consider anything other than surface level good-bad morality.

If this is the direction they're taking DA, then I think I'm done with the franchise. If I wanted a generic, thematically uninteresting, action RPG there are so many other games to play.

Spoilers in my detailed thoughts below

The good:

It looks very nice - I wish I could have spent even more time exploring the world areas.

Very few bugs or technical issues unlike Andromeda (or most new games in general). I had a few minor issues near the end but overall was very impressed.

Manfred and Assan are great secondary companions. If anyone knows where to find a skeleton and/or griffon friend please let me know.

I quite like Emmerich, Davrin and Bellara and romanced the latter two and (Generally) really liked both. Disclaimer: I tend to have different tastes than the majority of DA fandom when it comes to romances. I expected to have mixed feelings on Bellara because of my issues with Bioware and their cutesy awkward naive/inexperienced female characters but I thought they (mostly) got her right.

Some interesting lore stuff, though I quibble with how it was delivered at times. Still was fun to get a lot more info on the Evanuris, Solas, Mythal, the Titans, etc. And there's also some fun lore stuff in the codices, although again I question whether that's the best way to deliver them.

The final mission is a lot of fun and the clear standout quest other than Weisshaupt maybe. Both are a lot of fun and combine multiple story elements with good gameplay for a satisfying experience.

Combat is engaging although it does get repetitive once you "solve" it. I did a lot of grinding to complete content though so that might be my fault.

Solas is very Solas-y in the game and the highlight of the antagonists by far. I wish there had been more of him and I say that as someone who finds the Solas fandom somewhat exhausting at times. He was far more interesting and compelling than the "even-worse" gods and the fact he's a fuck up who keeps making things worse because he's an egotistical fuck-up who thinks he's the only one that can fix things was is both tragic and fun.

Neve-Lucanis and Taash-Harding are both very cute. I actually think they might be my favorite companion romances off the top of my head (Tali-Garrus does absolutely nothing for me, and I don't even romance either character with my Shepard).

The not good

Why is the Inquisitor wearing pajamas.

Bioware can fuck off for making me pop about a zillion blight pimples. It's really not that much fun after the first 1000

Extremely disappointed with how sanitized the narrative is. There's little attention paid to major facets of the DA universe that are directly relevant to the plot (religion, Tevinter slavery, racism toward elves etc.) and you also get stuff like the Crows now being far lighter of an organization than they were previously.

Just as an example - both Davrin and Bellara touch on what it means to have their gods be the villains but they're just topics for conversation and there's no meaningful impact (especially as the bad guys rely on Antaam and Venatori forces - oh and generic mercenaries). The Dalish are just there (or victims of the bad guys) for the most part. I've read comments from Bioware that confirm this but it seemed obvious Bioware wrote themselves into a corner with making Elven gods be the main antagonists, as you then run into the issue of having the elves not only already be a persecuted minority but also be worshipping evil gods - but instead of writing around it they just avoided dealing with it and acted like it's just the Dalish getting a big win by not joining them.

Speaking of enemies, lots of bland dialogue from the non-Solas big bads. And the Venatori/Antaam/mercenaries gave off major "Cerberus in ME3" vibes - nameless, faceless goons thrown at you in waves that got very boring very quickly.

The way a companion gets hardened because of a choice early in the game is mostly meaningless unless you wanted to romance them. People getting mad about that happening are being ridiculous - if anything the game is too afraid (as usual) to have it actual matter beyond them briefly being upset before moving on.

One of the big choices is to decide whether to protect Treviso or Minrathous when both are attacked by dragons, but it happens so early you might lock yourself out of quests without realizing it. Worse, the ensuing mission is incredibly short and boring (basically a couple of packs of generic enemies and then a very brief dragon fight)

Why is the Inqusitor wearing pajamas.

Why can't I be a mean/"bad" Rook? Even the jokey responses feel super tame compared to previous DAs (let alone the borderline assholish purple hawke). Basically you're only allowed to be slightly different variations of a heroic figure.

While the companions are all nice they all top out at "I like them", with none matching the story or emotional peaks of previous Bioware games. Emmerich comes closest (especially if you account for Manfred) but there's just enough meat to him.

Disappointing romances compared to previous Bioware games(especially but not limited to Lucanis.). Not a ton of depth dialogue wise and at times it feels like they put more time into the companion romance than the Rook version (this time I am definitely talking about Lucanis).

Speaking of which, Lucanis was the biggest disappointment of the companions. I didn't want a Zevran clone but you have a hardened assassin possessed by a demon who (if you choose not to save Treviso, which cuts off a lot of his content) just drinks coffee and likes Neve and uh....

Completely forgettable soundtrack which is a major bummer after previous installments. Also, while I didn't have many technical issues, the music not always playing was one of them (although maybe it doesn't really matter given the lack of quality!)

Bad to horrendous incorporation of previous DA story which was also incongruous with the general tone, especially with the handling of the Inquisitor and the treatment of southern Thedas (especially if you get the Emmerich and Harding picnic conversation at an awkward time like I did.)

Lots of disappointing cameos but especially from my Pirate Queen/Wife from DA2. Isabela's hat is indeed very nice but what is that outfit? And I get they didn't want to deal with too complex a world state but man was it a bummer to see her basically reset after everything her and Hawke went through in my main DA2 playthrough.

Why is the Inquisitor wearing pajamas.

What did they do with Harding? Why did she basically get Dagna's story, even if Titan lore is interesting? She's such a nothing character in this game which is such a weird choice given that she's clearly there because they know fans like her.

The "Actually Varric was dead all along" did nothing for me. He barely shows up in game anyway and the weird framing of every appearance and the fact no one other than Rook ever interacts with him gave it away (at least partially)

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indecenthoney · 2 days ago

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At Each Other's Throats

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"The fuck you looking at, runt?"

"Nothing... Just looking... I didn't think they made people as ugly as you..."

"Huh?!? You wanna fucking fight?"

"I thought you'd never ask… Bring it, pussy!"

"Guys. THE PROJECT!"

There was never a moment that we weren't at each other's throats. Emma was a bite-sized girl with an attitude. Surprisingly enough, she got along with just about anyone. Me being the exception. And I've been around her since kindergarten. I wasn't so sure what made her hate me so much nor did I ever ask. But I wasn't going to take her attitude lying down. After all, we've always been sort of competitive. I just assumed this was just the norm for us, so I didn't really pay it much mind. However, our fights became more frequent and physical by the time we entered college. The only time there was ever peace was after we've fought. I'm not proud about hitting a girl. But she was as far from a girl that I had ever known. And sometimes I'd wonder. Emma knew how to throw a punch and take one as well. And despite our height difference, it never stopped her from picking a fight with me. We did our best to stay away from each other. Unfortunately, that bliss had soon disappeared with our professor grouping us up for a project. Even with our peers disagreeing with the arrangement, he was quite adamant about his decision. Lecturing us about the cruel world. Emphasizing that we will bump into people that we don't want to work with, but that's just how it is. This very decision of his lead to multiple fistfights and arguments. After some scolding from our team, we went about the project without a hitch. All the team really had to do was tape our mouths and keep us apart.

"Good job team! Thank FUCKING god it's over! A big thank you to our two brawlers who carried this project… Who woulda thought they’d have the brains and brawn? Hahaha... Jokes aside… A cheers to all of you, and let's have a good time, alright?"

"There you are... You heard the man... Good job on stuttering the entire presentation, pipsqueak..."

"Huh?! You lonely or something? I don't remember calling you over... And for your information, I would have read it better if it weren't for your chicken scratch..."

"Chicken scratch?!? Please... Maybe you should get your eyes checked, grandma…."

"Haha very funny. Ever heard of a laptop? Type it out, old man..."

"Wowwwww… Original insult… Tell me… Was it really my hand writing? Or maybeeee the big words were a little too hard for you… Don’t worry, I’ll dumb it down for you next time…”

"You wanna fucking go?"

"And here I thought you were getting soft on me… C’mon shorty, throw the first punch…”

“Hey hey hey! What’s everyone cheering for? Oh my fucking god... Seriously? YOU TWO? Again? Really? When I said to have a good time, I didn’t mean to start beating the fuck out of each other… You know what? Sit… ”

“But…”

“He started it…”

“I don’t give a fuck who started it… You guys are going to settle this NOW… You... Bring me the cooler… Rules… First one to black out loses... Loser owes the winner servitude for a week… End of story…”

“Is this really necessary?”

“Yeah! Give Oliver a break... He can’t hold his drink, you know…"

“Nevermind… Give me that damn can…”

What started off as entertainment for the entire party quickly became a health concern as the floor littered with beer cans. Yet even then, the insults and provocations were clear as a day. Every spectator urging us to keep pace with one another. The crowd joined in. Showing no signs of stopping. The once cheering crowd slowly dropped one after another. Blacking out in the process. Leaving us three standing.

"Oof... Man down..."

"HAHAHAHHA... Light weights!"

"Jeez... Even drunk you guys are still fucking stubborn... Ugh... As much as I want to see how this turns out... Some of these guys have a curfew... Listen... You two can hang out here for all I care... But be sure to clean all this trash up, alright? I don't wanna deal with the extra fees for trashing this place..."

"What? Why us?"

"Heeyyyyyyy Oliverrrrr shtopppp talkinggg! You're shlowing downnnn! Drinkkkkk!"

"Did you get hit in the head too many times, Oliver? You're drunk... I'm not trusting you two idiots to drop our friends home... Now go sober up and fucking clean this place... We'll get you guys in the morning... Alright... C'mon... Wake up... I'm dropping you guys home... Crawl if you have to... Yeah yeah... Sleep in the car..."

"Jeez... Bossy much...? Huh, Jason?"

"Who'd be able handle you two if I wasn't little bit bossy...?"

"Livvvvv.... Drinkkkk..."

"Alright alright... Stop smothering me..."

Jason had a point. Despite playing it cool, I honestly doubt I could have made it to the car. After leaving us be, Emma was still raring to go. Pushing another cold one up to my cheek. Looking back, this might be the first time we ever really sat down and enjoyed each other's company. She had this dumb smile, and honestly, I had no choice but to roll with it. Who would've thought that all it took for us to get along was a few drinks? I gladly accepted. With beer in our system, visions gradually blur. Words exited and slurred without form. Yet we were happy. The eager pace slowed down to a casual sip and laughter. Taking our time, exchanging stories. Although nice things never last. Our drinking came to a sudden halt. Not a single beer or bottle in sight.

"Did you see those two? By the kitchen?"

"Dude... Yessss... The tension between those two... Jeez... Just fuck already..."

"Right?!? Unbelievable... Mmm... Liv... Beer me... My cans empty..."

"Wait hold on... Lemme... Uhhhhh... Shit... Not to ruin the mood, Em... But that was the last one..."

"What?!? No fucking way... How're we supposed to do the bet? Livvvvvv...."

"Stop shaking me... Will you relax? It's just a dumb bet... Does it really matter at this point? No one's here..."

"Huh... Fuck you... We've been drinking for the past three hours... Yes, it matters... It mattered when you went on to chug those two beers in front of those girls... which I remind you that I had to keep up with... Show off... And not to mention, it mattered every single day we fought... So yes, it matters... Because we have a fucking score to settle..."

"What are you talking about? Weren't we just having fun-"

"Oh shut up... I saw you making those googly eyes at those girls... Do you really think chugging beers is going to impress them?"

"Well fuck you! Like you know anything about impressing anyone... Before I found you... You were just standing in the corner like some lost... puppy..."

"Excuse me? If anyone's acting like a dog, it's you... Uhuh... Unlike you, I don't have to chase after every piece of ass I see... But you know what? Since you know everything... Why don't you prove it? Yeah, that's right... Let's change the bet... Why don't we make out... The first one to moan... loses..."

"Fuck no... You're drunk... I am not going to kiss you..."

"Oh please... It's just a kiss... It's not that big a deal... Don't tell me you're scared to lose..."

"Haha... Very funny... I'm gonna go clean up... H-hey what're you- Get off me..."

"Listen... If you wanna give up, that's fine by me... But YOU owe me for a week... Hahahaha... Maybe I'll put a collar on your neck and strut you around those girls you like so much..."

"Huh?! You're making a lot of excuses, Em... You sure you don't just wanna kiss me or something?"

"Ew... Don't get me wrong... This isn't some sad attempt to kiss you... I... fucking... hate... you... The only reason I'm doing this is because I want to win... Now, are you in, or are you out?"

"Fine... But if you lose... You're going to be the one wearing the collar..."

"Deal..."

"You're soooo gonna regret this..."

"Hahhaha... Oh yeah, tough guy... Make me-"

Getting dragged into her pace was my mistake. She had a way of pissing me off. I knew better, but here I was. Tasting the bitter aftertaste of alcohol on her tongue. As hot as it may seem, it was still Emma. I've never ever seen her in that light. Never planned to. Yet suddenly, I'm tongue-deep in her mouth. As much as I hated doing this. I hated losing to her even more. And before you get all riled up. This wasn't some cliche romance story where enemies share a kiss. No. Our hate-filled eyes were constantly fixated on one another, waiting for a moment of weakness. Watching every little reaction. Please. There was not a gentle thing about her. I hate to admit it but the only soft thing here was her tongue. The buzz making it much more difficult to keep my head straight. Slowly, it felt like she was winning. Her short stature now towering over me. My face cupped along her fingertips allowing for a better angle as she indulged in my lips. My hands now trembling around her waist as she devours me. Moan after moan nearly slipping from underneath me. In my bliss, my tongue had reached out to her only to be met with nothing. Having pulled back to look at the mess she's made. A snarky little grin crept onto her face, leaving me embarrassed.

"That's a good look on you... No no keep your tongue out... Dogs should act like dogs, no? Hahaha... Whose the puppy now?"

"Huh? Big talk coming from someone who's blushing... You going to keep stalling, or you going to kiss me?"

"In your dreams... You're going to have to do better than that if you want to- Mmm! H-hey... I'm t-talkin-... You dum-b... mutt... Mmph!"

Impatient? Yes. Needy? Perhaps. But a mutt? Are you fucking kidding me? I'll fucking show you mutt. Taking advantage of our size difference, I quickly pushed her back against the couch's armrest. Pinning her wrists over her as she helplessly flails underneath me. I was pleased to see her struggle in anger. Besides her cussing, it was almost kind of cute. I was met with the same old protests and insults that I've heard a million times before, which got me thinking. She wouldn't be talking so much with my lips pressed against hers. That being said, I placed one soft kiss after another. Little pecks that seem to agitate her even more. Leading her to snap and bite at my advances. Jokingly, I lick along her lips like the dog she claimed I was. Another string of swears fills the room, only to be interrupted yet again. Playfully enveloping her. Sucking roughly on her tongue. Harsh movements reduced to obedience. Hands clutched around the back of my shirt as she melts from her prior tantrum. Without much thought, my hands had made their to her chest. Gently kneading her perky breasts through her shirt and bra. Subtle pleads, leaving me frozen. Tears running down her face as she calls my name.

"L-livvv... T-that hurts..."

"S-shit... Sorry sorry... W-woah uhm... Y-you okay? Oh fuck... C'mon Em... D-don't cry... I... I didn't mean to... I was just- Ow! Fuck! What the hell, man? Why'd you throw me off? I coulda snapped my neck or something..."

"Good! That's for groping me, asshole! Hahaha... Wow... I was right... You do look better underneath me..."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Weren't you just... crying?"

"Please... Is it really my fault you let your guard down? A girl bats her pretty little eyes at you and you flip the script to play hero... C'mon... That's not us, Liv... And don't act so surprised... You started it... After your little stunt, I think I deserve a turn, no? Fight fire with fire? So you're going to lay there and take it... And if you even think about moving... I'll tell everyone you touched me..."

"Y-you are so... fucking... mental... You know that?"

"Says the person who thought it was alright to pin down a girl and grope them..."

"You bitch..."

Can you see what I'm working with? It's no wonder why we fight so much. She's unreasonable. Rude. Psychotic. And taking my pants off. Wait. What? Taking my pants off? There she was, standing over me with my lower half now exposed. I watched closely as she fidgeted with the clasp of her jeans. Revealing her little black boyshorts briefs. Listen. You might be thinking that this bet is going a bit too far, but would you honestly risk being made a fool around campus? Exactly. And from what's happened so far, I'm guessing she was willing to do whatever it takes to beat me. Even if it meant blackmailing me. And honestly, I don't blame her. There being so much on the line, we didn't exactly know what our intentions were once one of lost. The possibilities were scary. She was in full control of the situation with dirt to back it up. If I acted now, I would have lost more than just a dumb bet. It's ironic, really. I told myself I wouldn't take her attitude lying down. But here I am. With my back against the floor. Groaning in pain as she straddles my hard-on. To make matters worse, the thin fabric of her shorts made it feel almost nonexistent. The thought of her slick, wet cunt grinding against me was unbearable. Losing it would be an understatement. This. This was TORTURE.

"Hahahaa... Mmm... Not looking so h-hot, Oliver... Gonna cum? Hm?"

"F-fuck... y-you... Ngh..."

"Hhahaha... You... w-wish..."

With my mind drawing blanks, I was at a loss. Keeping what composure I had left deemed difficult. Her hands pressed firmly against my chest, riding away at my sanity. Though I was nearing my limit, one sensation rang out above the rest: an irritable, smug laugh brought upon by the belief that she had already won. Nothing pissed me off more than arrogance. Having her literally look down on me was a new low. How could she be so unbothered? Grinding on someone she's hated her whole life. Then it clicked. If she was willing to do anything to win, then it was only right to meet her halfway and do the same. Who cares if she ratted me out? She was just as guilty. Just as wrong. Anything to put this little brat in her place. Unaware. My thumb trailed downward beneath her shirt, inching lower and lower until her frantic hips came to a stop. Surprised. That smug smile was gone, leaving her speechless and struggling to find the words to convey her absolute disapproval.

"Hahahah... What's wrong, Em? Is something the matter?"

"Fucker... What do you think you're doing... t-touching me there? A-asshole... S-stop it..."

"Wowwwww... Where are your fucking manners...? You know what? I don't think I will... Let's get things straight... First off, you started it... Not so fun now, huh?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? You started i-"

"Please... Your twisting the story... All I did was kiss you... You had to amp it up and grind against me..."

"I h-hate you... D-die..."

"Hahhaha... Suffer..."

For as long as I've known Emma, she was never the type to back down from a challenge. Be it for better or for worse, she always proved to be annoyingly persistent. Even now, in her current situation, she still had the audacity to move her hips against mine. There, a constant tug of war was at hand. Each party hoping for the other's downfall. In retaliation, I placed small circles around sensitive flesh. Flick. Brush. And grind. Toying with her clit as I pleased. Her enthusiasm dulled by the alternating rhythm. Rocking hips that seem to stutter at every motion causing her to press her wet, needy cunt along the tip of my cock. The sensation overstimulating me in the process. Forcing me to my limit. Even then, we were too stubborn to give up, pushing ourselves even further than we agreed. Fuck. We were far past, just a moan. Every action, eager to make the other cum. Our common sense failing us as we both reached our climax. A jolt of intense pleasure. Followed by a sense of defeat emanating from our breathless moans. The post-nut clarity doing its job as guilt floods my system. I lay there, looking up at Emma, who was barely keeping herself together. Before we had any chance of exchanging words, we were quickly interrupted by the sound of the front door unlocking.

"Em... Oliver... Have you guys seen a black purse around here?"

After hearing Jason's voice at the doorway, we quickly scrambled around to pick up our belongings. It would spell nothing but a disaster if he saw us in such a position. Neither of us would be able to show our face on campus. One quick glance at Emma, and she was on board. Still shaken from all the grinding. Barely able to stand, I picked her up and made a beeline for one of the empty rooms. Shutting ourselves in to avoid any scandal. Jason, who was supposed to be gone for the rest of the night, made his way around the hotel room in search of us. Stopping in front of the exact room we hid in. The knob of the door turning to no success. Panicking. We found ourselves arguing once again. A few hand gestures and angry expressions later, we determined all we could really do was lie.

"J-jason? W-what's up? I thought you left..."

"Oh, there you are... Well... One of those idiots left their apartment key in their purse, and... I can't really leave them outside, can I? Where's Oliver?"

"O-oliver? Uhm... Heeee... went out for a bit... We got into another fight, and he didn't wanna deal with me right now..."

"Hahaha... I am not surprised... Sooo, who won?"

"U-uhm... Me, of course! Hahahaha... You know, Oliver... All talk... No bite... The poor thing...."

"Well shit... Is that right? The others are going to love this... Well, you have fun bossing him around... He's mad now but he always keeps his word... Don't be too mean to him..."

"Y-yeah..."

"Before I forget... Is there like a black purse in there?"

"U-uhmm... N-nope... None that I can see... Just my stuff... Have you checked the living room?"

"Right right... Probably behind the furniture or something... Be right back..."

This bitch. I can't believe she fucking lied. And I mean sure, we were in a pretty compromising situation, but this little lie of hers got me pet duty. If I back out now, everyone's going to call me out. What was I supposed to do? Slave away for an entire week?

"Em! What the fuck was that?"

"Will you lower your fucking voice? He'll hear us... What're bitching about now?"

"What am I... Don't play dumb with me... If I didn't know any better, I think you just threw me under the bus... What the fuck do you mean YOU won?"

"Exactly what I said, duh... YOUUUU came... So you're the loser... LOSER!"

"What?!? We came at the same time, stupid!"

"Nuh uh... You? Make me? Cum? Ha! You're giving yourself too much credit... You could never make me cum-"

"Em? Did you say something?"

"Nothing! I-It's nothing! Sorry! Uhhhhh... My... my... my mom called! H-hahaha she can be kind of a worry wart... But it's fine! Were you... able to find the purse?"

"Ohhhh alright... Yeahhh no... Did you see those guys hanging around anywhere else?"

"Uhhh... They were hanging around the kitchen at one point... Maybe you might wanna check ther- Mm! Aaaa-"

"Em? You good?"

"M-mhm... I-I'm okay... Mmmph..."

"You don't sound okay..."

"I-it's nothing... R-really... M-My s-stoma... Aaa.. chs... just n-not a-agreeing with me r-right now... I'll b-be o-okay... P-promise..."

"Uhm... Okay? I'm gonna go check the kitchen real quick..."

"M-mhm... Y-you do that... Ahahah... Aaa- W-What f-f-fuck are you d-doing?"

It might've been a bit petty of me to mess with her while she was speaking to Jason. But come on, she had it coming. This haughty little princess could never admit a loss. Let alone a tie. So what else is there to do but to fuck with her. I mean "help" her. If she says I didn't make her cum, then the only right thing to do is to lend her a hand. Right? So I did just that. With her preoccupied, I stripped her of her boxers and got to work. To my surprise, she tasted almost sweet. My tongue now lapping over her exposed pussy. Slowly guiding myself over the opening, licking upwards to her clit. Sending shockwaves. Fingers hastingly coiled around my hair, doing her damnedest to yank me off. But to no avail. Her resistance only making it worse causing me to lick her with even more vigor. Emma stood there trembling, her body in shambles yet again as my tongue parted her lips. Leaving her a twitching, nonverbal mess. There a lecherous display of saliva and juices dripping down. As to not waste a single drop, I made sure to pay her thighs as much mind as to any other part of her body. Kissing along it. Still flailing, I pressed my nails deeper into her hips. The walls of her cunt squeezed down as my tongue delved deeper. Shaky breathes that were hard to conceal. The light in her eyes fading into a tempestuous haze. Her hips jerked and pulsed. A gush of heat greeting my tongue before falling to the floor.

"A-Aaa.. Aa.. A... F-f-fuckkk..."

"Hahahahah... Won't you look at that... I can make you cum... What does that make it? Two to one?"

"Livvvvv..."

Emma was ready to swing. Without as much as a second wasted, she had already tackled me to floor. Pushing down on my face and biting at what she could. Like a rabid dog, she was willing to tear limb from limb if it meant paying me back for the embarrassment. Luckily enough, Jason had heard the ruckus and called out to Emma. If it weren't for his intervention, I would have been marked more than I already was.

"Em? Is everything okay? I heard something fall..."

"O-oh y-yeah yeah! J-just dropped my duffle! Any luck on that purse?"

"Ugh... Nope... I tried looking for it on the- Hm? Sorry, give me a bit... Phone call..."

Even if she was pissed, I was surprised to see Emma switching up like that. Keeping such a such straight face even after beating the fuck outta me. But I guess she had her priorities. As I've mentioned, she’d rather drop dead than be seen straddling me. Which was funny. Like I wasn't already decorated in her bite marks.

"Are you fucking serious? Ugh yeah yeah... I'll be there in a minute...

"What was that about?"

"Those drunk idiots... were sitting on the purse the entire time... Anyway... If I leave now I'll still be able to make it home and get some rest before my shift... You going to be okay?"

"Y-yeah... Don't worry about me..."

"Alright... You take care... Oh and... Make sure to check on Oliver... God knows where he is.."

Well, don't you worry, Jason! Because behind door number 1, you'll find me directly under her!

"M-mhm... You guys drive safe..."

There she was. Staring daggers, ready to kill. With Jason out the door, there wasn't a damn thing that could stop her. But if I learned anything from today, it would be that Emma was as much of a sore loser as I was.

"Ohhhh, I'm so scared... What're you going to do? Hit me?"

"Mhm..."

"Fuck-... Hahahah... You punch like pussy... Taste like one too..."

"You're disgusting..."

"Go on, hit me... But this proves it... Youuuu can't even finish what you started..."

"Huh?"

"You heard me... It's still two to one... Whose the loser now? Lose-"

Bam! Emma, throwing another one dead center. My nose bleeding before I could even finish my sentence. With my eyes still recovering, Emma was nowhere to be seen. Not even a blurry figure had replaced her. Just the empty ceiling. In my confusion, my eyes were drawn south to an unfamiliar sensation. Finding the length of my cock was now resting against Emma's soft lips. Her shallow breaths not helping in the slightest. Perpetually hitting the back of cock. In response, an insatiable twitch had begun; begging to be engulfed. Before I could even adjust to the situation, Emma had taken me to the back of her throat. Bobbing her head relentlessly as a form of payback. A tight suction lingered, and all the while, she maintained her eye contact. Never breaking her gaze. Watching closely as I threw my head back from all the pleasure. Encouraging another vicious cycle of mouth fuckery, only ever stopping to catch her breath. Using this chance to regain myself. There I saw a mischievous smile that peeked from behind my member. Her tongue hanging freely over my tip. Drooling atop it as beads of precum leaked over, coating me. Effortlessly overwhelming me once more. This time, caressing my length with short, broad strokes. Her mouth guiding me to my climax. The tip bulging from the side of her cheek. Leaving me to let out such a distasteful groan as I finished.

"Mmmph! Eugh.... Yuck... There... Now... It's two to two... See? Whatever you can do... I can do better... So why don't you just save yourself the embarrassment and give up already?"

"Fuck off... I can do this all day..."

"Okay Captain America..."

It was nothing but a downward spiral. A constant back and forth of petty desperation. Two idiots, too stubborn to give up. Forcibly sinking their teeth wherever they damn pleased. An endless night of lust and violence. Two sides of the same coin. That flipped over and over. No method, being too much. From the bathroom floor to the dining room table. A punch here. A suck there. So much so that you couldn't quite tell if it was a hickey or a bruise. Despite what we've done, no amount of pride meant anything if it meant losing to the other. The only thing that mattered now was winning. There we sat, breathless. Another tie inhibiting our victory, reaching another pointless stalemate. Unsure of what to do, we sat there with one last option festering on our minds. Her eyes fixate on the twitching member pressing against her. Emma, shaking her head at such a ridiculous thought. And believe me, it was ridiculous. If at any point, this would probably be the best time to draw the line. Yet neither party completely objected. Just intoxicated eyes that met nervously in the middle. Anxious and waiting.

"A little late to pussy out now, don't you think? And you call yourself a man..."

"Who said anything about pussy-ing out? I just have some decency..."

"Ha... After what you've done? Don't make me laugh..."

"You're right... But do you really think I would back down and be your dog for a week? We both know we're too stubborn for that... And a little too damn prideful to back down now..."

"Exactly what I was thinking... So what're you waiting for, mutt? It's a little rude to keep a lady waiting... You just gonna sit there, or you gonna fuck me?"

Never would I have imagined that we'd end up in such a situation. It was a bit perplexing to see that feral little ankle biter waiting so patiently along my lap. The situation was tense. My confusion justified. Emma, the pompous annoying brat that I grown used to, wasn't quite there. It was as if she were a completely different person. This girl was curious. Scared even. The complete opposite of how Emma would carry herself. Watching intently as I worked myself into her. Burying my cock deep into her leaky cunt. A hint of pain briefly crossing her face. Forcing her to hide and bite down into my shoulder.

"I-if you even t-think about moving... I-I'm going to k-kill you..."

Seemingly enough, out of all the threats she's made today, I think she was serious this time. And I wasn't going to fuck around and find out. Emma remained still for the first few minutes. Taking but a moment to compose herself. Biding her time as she grew accustomed to the throbbing pain. I had imagined it would have been a bit easier, considering all the foreplay. But no. Even the slightest amount of movement rendered her incapable of keeping her voice. A shrill moan echoed throughout the room as my cock twitched in her warmth. Her pale figure clouded with shades of red, embarrassed to have let out such a sound. Frustrated, she gritted her teeth, steeling herself for the moment. Her hips rigid with motion, still finding it difficult to move. Despite the pain, she pressed forward. Gradually finding her rhythm, fucking me at a pace she deemed fit. It wasn't long before she had begun to enjoy herself. Rocking her hips without a care in the world. A slight hop as she rutted, causing her perky breasts to bounce in the process. Stimulating me even more. Having done so much throughout the night had taken toll on me. Luckily enough, her frantic little hips gave out. Stuttering at every thrust. And though, I was reaching my limit, so was she.

"H-hahah... S-slowing down, Em? Don't tell me you're gonna cum..."

"Y-you first... D-dipshit..."

It was slow. Excruciatingly slow. A full glass of water, ready to tip. One wrong move, and it'd be over. With each of us on the brink, guiding her hips was no simple task. If she were to even buck, the chances of me losing would be inevitable. I couldn't bear another second, watching Emma grind mindlessly against me. Those empty, solemn eyes that wanted nothing more than for me to cum. Seeing her intent, I did everything I could to even the playing field. Keeping her still, I pressed down, sinking her pretty little hips to the base. Squirming as she cockwarmed me. Rubbing her clit, sending shockwave after shockwave. Our brains numbing out from pleasure, forcibly edging each other into insanity. It took everything I had to stop myself. Every instinct telling me to push her down and fuck her senseless. Making her take every last dro-

"L-liv... P-Please... Mmmph... N-no more... I-I need it..."

"E-em?"

Three simple words. Casting away all morality, respect, and pride. Her hands rested neatly around my throat, bracing herself. Giving way to more freedom to move her hips. Emma was losing herself to the pleasure. With tears running down her face. Her climax drawing closer and closer. Paying no mind to my warnings nor savoring the moment. Only chasing the finish that we needed so damn much. Her pussy tightened around my cock. My cum filling her to the brim. A fire pooling deep inside. And before long, Emma had reached her peak. Collapsing atop of me, gasping for every inch of air she could find. Even with my mind abuzz, I still found the strength to caress Emma. Not that I needed to. It just felt right. Running my hands through her hair. Finding the words to say in such an awkward moment.

"Soooooo..."

"Just shut up..."

We laid there the entire night, not speaking a single word. Subtle moans that leaked out from time to time. Adjusting myself, pushing the cum deeper inside her. A few moments relapsing back to our lustful ways. Sharing but another sensual experience. Even as we cleaned, we found ourselves entangled with one another. The hotel phone ringing constantly, to our annoyance. Quickly picking it up, asking for an extension before slamming it back down. Our lips finding it's way back to one another. A day of scandal that we would never ever speak to another soul.

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"Liv... Mind checking this?"

"You might wanna add the data table there... Oh and here's the papers you wanted..."

"Thanks..."

"Okay okay... I get it... I get it... I know it's weird... I'll ask... I'll ask... Jeez... Heyyyy you two.... Uhm... A-are you guys feeling okay?"

"Mhm..."

"Yeah? Why wouldn't we be?"

"Y-yeah... You know... It's just that the team is... worried... Maybe you guys are working too hard... Uhmm... You know what? We're just kinda surprised that you guys aren't punching each other..."

"I-I don't know... I guess we just... don't feel like it?"

"R-right..."

On the car ride home, we agreed to leave it at a tie—or, more accurately, to never speak of it again. And though our dynamic at school has changed a bit. It doesn't quite mean that all our fights have stopped. We still argue on a daily basis, going for each other's throats. But I guess we go about it in a more literal sense, this time around.

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maliciousalice · 2 months ago

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Hear me out (or don't... it's fine I'm just venting and mean) yeah um I don't believe Chakotay was saved in Prod*gy s2.

#the 'time travel' makes no sense when you think on it. What happened to Prime Chakotay? He got killed they showed that.#At the end s1 Janeway finds an 'alternate chakotay in an alternate timeline' and that's the one they go and get #we saw the original get merc'd in the message. That ACTUALLY happened. Lmao.....#They didn't prevent THAT death because they didn't go to THAT Solum with the Infinity and stop it from happening #instead it was 'ALTERNATE #' implying other.#OG Chakotay wasn't taken over by the alternative one either nothing suggests that was the direction for him in s2 #they didn't do anything like 'well you see chakotay because at the end of s2 when we converged timestreams you have merged with your other'#if they did want to recover the original from s1 then keep that clear instead of being convoluted dont use an alternate timeline wtf #instead the plot was focused on gywns stupid fucking paradox plot and her being fixed #chakotay was the one in a paradox too did that not matter nah dw about it he had to die for this outcome or someshit lmao why #In the extended message given to admiral janeway it shows him clearly getting left behind and surrounded. Sadly no one intervened.#I dont understand why they couldnt have just made s2 about his rescue alone IF they took their time it wouldnt be so difficult #to follow #above that the one they rescued was ruined by the 10 year gap so he wasn't 'saved' at all. God i hate s2 when you break it apart #I dunno the more i look at s2 Janeway and Chakotay the more upsetting it is. Janeway would NOT have settled for an imposter.#everyone going goo-goo gaa gaa over s2 but it's sloppy af imo and undermines a huge portion voyagers struggles #id really like them to flatly lay out their ideas because literally nothing ive heard explains the story or choices of s2 with conviction #instead it's oh clap for wesley or the new vulcan and other references yay #describe to me your timetravel clearly and i'll happily take a seat on it (there is still other crap stuff mind you)#this is the most repressed shit i my head i swear #im angry because s1 is so clearly mapped out to a brilliant degree and for whatever reason it's not in s2 #i can see through it #insultingly people are eating it up and claiming it's better than ever nah dawg embarrassing #there are nice ideas inside s2 but they arent adequately rewarded #it doesnt compare to the timetravel in other trek because they kept it clear #i mean it could have been an interesting parallel to endgame but in the end janeway didnt even rescue him lmao they dropped her #why bother building up this mission only for her to give up and go 'i'll hand it over because im told to'. Janeway had fuck all this season #let alone settle for not fixing her own timeline and her own friends deadly circumstance dw just grab another one from the shelf i guess #the emotional fallout was absolutely missed because they didnt elaborate on anything. Plenty of show but no substance from the characters

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tankgotstuckinthecircusgate · 4 months ago

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i know that when carlo suddenly decided that he needs to marry guy made a whole list in his head n like had a deadlines n shit. like it was some kind of a task he needed to do

#whole fkin campaign. idk still not sure how it was but man was in his peacock era for sure #n it's like i need to find a wife i need to make it in 2 (or whatever) months etc etc #but its like a bg task n he didn't speak bout it w others. like he just said that he needs to marry #also idk if i mentioned this but i wrote lauretta/carlo first meet long ago n she was w her fiance #i just listened to “pretty music” again sorry. i like that uh governor or tf this character is #changes his behaviour from one woman to another so real. n that fkin “but im a lucky guy who gets to dance w u”#and “since u know what i need i'll even take your lead” <- fr like im sure lauretta screwed him for several times #just to see if he's really serious good old manipulations w men nothing new nothing superstitious #upd. he probably made a mind budget for this (i mean finding a wife)#n bout lauretta screwing carlo its like in this ukranian song Ти ж мене пiдманула ти ж мене пiдвела #but since he's a strategist he's patient (like i wanted to accent this quality sm i wrote #that carlo started thinkin bout taking moretti's place back in 1932)#anyway. “Challenge accepted” situation and idk fr for some reason when it's carlo eddie lauretta it's always bout playing #so lauretta started playing n he entered this play too. i don't even think he was exactly mad (maybe only for the 1st time)#at this point i have a clear image of how they met n their first dates (cringe word) n how he proposed #ie how it started how it ended. ending was fast i believe (deadline is approaching 🤯)#what was in between i don't exactly know but i wondered just now if he also screwed lauretta (i think yes)#bc i don't knooowwww frrr all this is so bout playing to me #but bout ending its like. boss fight (<- sex) game credits (<- marriage) ((speedrun))#also i was thinkin if he even ever met lauretta's parents (i always thought that no but idk)#can imagine lauretta calling carlo a good friend. i also hm ok #i started to write a comic like a month ago just bout falcone polycule n it starts w #carlo who says that he finally needs to get married n lauretta's mother askin (in a pushing way) why #her n her fiance still aren't married like girl tf. she jinxed it i guess #upd. carlo/lauretta is funny in my head bc right before marriage he did fell in love lauretta didn't but guy's profitable we'll take him👍#she did only after marriage i think bc it was the time when u can finally relief bc it's over #u don't need to think bout no yes no no yes yes will it work or won't etc #woman was able to fucking chill at last. she got the money sorry i mean the man #he's not runnin away let's finally look who the fuck is even this man. why he won't shut up bout astronomy can i get a divorce <- jk #but yeah “я тобi брехала” is so lauretta right after marriage to me (“i dont even know the color of ur hair”)

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tomatoluvr69 · 10 months ago

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Sitting down to floss and brush my teeth has been lifechanging. On a completely unrelated note how the fuck am I supposed to have this skeleton for several more decades. It’s all over for me lads 😔

#knees hurt. hips hurt. back hurts. wrists hurt. swag #it’s not this bad most of the time but by the end of the day it’s like auuuugh #it really is too bad that I’ve got extreme doctor fears because of the IssuesTM!#and oh yeah I don’t have health insurance LOL…#which I am using as a convenient excuse to avoid going to the doctors LOL #i have some doctor ~traumas~ I think LOL!#im working up to it. it’s glacial. sometime this year maybe?#I went twice as an adult and both times were for health forms for college enrollment #I’ve been to the ER and an urgent care once or twice though so clearly I’m FINE…#this is BAD do not be like me #but it’s only become clear to me in the past year or two that the incidents in my childhood reeeeally affected me #and to have US healthcare be such a profoundly difficult and punitive process basically means I am just never going to like jump through #those hoops only to be confronted with a severe phobia lol #im not saying that’s a reasonable train of thought but it’s more that that’s my subconscious reasoning #but it is a 2024 goal to get seen by a doctor #but the other thing is that it’s so fucking clear to me that they will do NOTHING for either PMDD or my joint pain which are my chief #complaints at the moment #but like i should probably be like getting routine panels and Pap smears :-(#everything’s SO EXPENSIVE…#They’ll be like give me your blood. ok all normal everything is healthy. ok that’ll be literally $200 #:-(#ugh I’m upsetting myself just thinking about doctors. ok Goodnight #(with full intention to keep scrolling)

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opens-up-4-nobody · 2 years ago

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#i truely have so much anger built up inside me about my job. ive done a very good job of making it unbearable #and after taking a 10 day vacation. plus 2 days of not working bc im sick. i really dont wanna go back #i was planning to take 3 days to not do fucking anything but my boss just emailed me with some time sensitive #logistical things. so like i guess i gotta fucking do that tomorrow. i started reading the email and it made my head hurt #and she started it off like. hopw ur feeling better and i dont wanna cause stress but...#like bro. listen. if u tell me these things u put them in my head and i csnt stop thinking abt them until theyre done. and its not her #fault bc im the one that put myself in a place where im barely keeping it together. its just frustrating #bc it feels like hope u feel better but also kill urseld 💖 but again thats just how it feels bc im so. idk how to describe it im like in a #state of post burnout. im sitting in the ash. alone in a desolate landscape and its like jesus how tf do i fix this?#and i cant even run out my anger rn bc im sick. and i mean i have the energy to run i dont feel lethargic but like i doubt that would aid #recovery lol. ugh. 2 months. thats all. then i move away. assuming i find a place to live lol. bc i currently haven't yet #but whatever. assuming i get better quickly and dont get worse and dont get covid on top of this cold bc my dad got covid #it will have been a bit of a blessing i came back sick bc i have a clear justification for not working and for telling people to fuck off #when they ask for things from me. like today a lab mate asked if i could sample Monday. which it technically #a holiday but i probably would have said yes if i wasnt sick. and i would have had to teach undergrads some bullshit friday if i wasnt sick #instead i just did nothing all day bc i almost moved bsck my flight and didnt leave home until the weekend anyway #i guess its good i didnt bc then i would have been stuck in ohio bc my dad found out he had covid yesterday #idk its all just frustrating bc im halfway in a transition and im not doing very well but i cant do anything to fix things until i leave #the southwest. like i dont even kno if i have health insurance rn. my benifits change request was processed but like does thst mean it was #approproved? fucking idk. so everytime i do anything i imagine a worstcase scenario where i end up hospitalized and damned to an empty #bank account or eternal medical debt. tho my mum said they passed a law where they arnt allowed to do thst to u anymore 🤷‍♂️#whatever. im annoyed. i dont wanna work 😫#unrelated

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girlmetalsonic · 2 years ago

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WHOAB NEW TOH EPISODE SO GOOD!!!!!!! BUT ALSO RIPPING MY HAIR OUT PLS WHY CLIFFHANGER

#toh #toh spoilers #i got spoiled for luz's palisman so that kinda sucked #also im really not a fan of huntlow but i thought it was handled pretty well although yeah i can admit it cant really be read as platonic-#-anymore the intention is clear sorry huntlow haters but its copium now #honestly like how they did it though. even if not rlly my thing i dont hate it in the show like i thought i would #also collector plotlines. whowhowhowhh i did not think i would care that much but like wow i think they were the best part of the episode-#-for me #the belos stuff was like. wow thats really really cool. i dont personally like the lying to the collector thing bc its just gonna be like-#'ok when r they gonna find out'#but yknow i feel its building to an emotional payoff so its fine i trust the crews writing they make me end up liking stuff i thought id hat #the grimwalker stuff. like with belos. i thought it was cool and creepy but like it felt kinda rushed esp since he didnt even end up using-#-them?#but i cant fault it for pacing i mean cmon they got 3 episodes #overall i really really liked it #also called kikimora INSTANTLY LULZ #i saw her for 2 seconds and was like 'OMG...'#youre welcome my followers i give you my specialty: post with nothing and all the talking is in the tags

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chastiefoul · 2 months ago

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jjk men coming home and finding you crying

ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji fluff and comfort

gojo satoru

you wiped your eyes quickly as you heard the door opened. you took a deep breath, making sure your voice didn’t come as shaky as you said, “welcome home, toru.” with a big grin and the usual paper bag filled with sweets on his right hand he planted a kiss on your head. “i’m home baby.”

you were just about to let out a sigh of relief when satoru suddenly knelt in front of you who’s on the couch, blindfold off as his blue eyes stared as if seeing right through you. “what’s wrong?” he said softly, his knuckles brushing over your cheek with such a careful gesture. “what do you mean?” you tilted your head, cringing inside at the bad feign. “you can’t fool my six eyes, baby. also what kind of boyfriend i’ll be if i can’t even notice when my girl is sad?”

you tried to form a sentence to say as an excuse but the kisses he peppered across your face wasn’t really helping. you chuckled as you whine softly, “toruu.” the white-haired man cupped your face, a gorgeous smile on his face. “my favorite sound, baby,” he said, kissing your lips. “tell me? pleaseeee.” you laughed once more at his emphasis at the last word. “it’s really nothing, toru.”

“i love listening to nothing. we even have some sweets here as snacks,” he said, opening the paper bag excitedly. “i think you just want an excuse to eat it at 8 pm,” you raised an eyebrow, as he grinned. “nonsense, baby. now c’mere, let me hold you while you tell your story.” he put you between his legs, your back resting on his broad chest comfortably. you sighed out of wonderment, thinking how you could be so lucky, being this loved by the man.

“here, pick whatever. this one is my favorite,” he rummaged through the bag that’s on your lap. you looked at him with fondness as his face leaned in beside you to see better. “yeah? you’ll give me your favorite?”

“there’s nothing in the world that you can’t get, baby.” he kissed the side of your face. “now start from the very beginning.”

geto suguru

“if you thought you were doing a great job hiding those tears i have some news for you sweet girl,” geto’s voice was gentle on your ear as he wipe the wet residue underneath your eyes with the inner sleeve of his robe. “i wasn’t really hiding it,” you frowned, somehow not liking the fact that he noticed your little moment of weakness. “yeah? so you were just rubbing your eyes all rough like that for no reason?” he gave you a little smile.

yeah, it was a battle you had lost from start.

he put his arms around you, rubbing your back in a soothing pattern. “what’s wrong baby, everything okay?” you melted right into his touch, resting your head on his chest right on the calming beating of his heart. “yeah, it’s not really a big deal,” you mumbled, your low spirit was really affecting him more than he would ever let you know. his hand kept moving as he once again kissed the side of your head, a low chuckled escaped him. “you’re cute when you think you have a choice on telling me what had upset you.”

you laughed softly at his playfulness, knowing full well to you’ll end up telling your boyfriend everything. “you’re right. but can i tell you later?” you asked, wanting just this peaceful moment to last just a little longer as you held him tight.

“’course baby, got all the time in the world for you.”

nanami kento

nanami already knew that something was off when the house felt a little quiet as he arrived. and then he found you hunched over as you stood behind the kitchen counter. “honey?” you wiped your eyes with what you thought was the speed of sound but it was clear to both of you that you had been crying. “hi ken, how was work?” you replied with a small voice, a smile nanami didn’t particularly like plastered on your face; only because it seemed forced.

“oh no, we’re not breezing past it. come here my love.” and his embrace enveloped you like a dream, all warm and perfect. he stroke your hair ever so softly as he whispered sweet nothings. when you calmed down a little he sneaked a hand under your jaw, rubbing his thumb on your cheek gently, a gesture with amount of love you could only guess. “what’s wrong, hm?” he questioned you, his eyes shone with adoration; there’s only you in that moment.

“i’m okay, ken. more importantly aren’t you tired from work?” there’s a deep crease between the blond’s man eyebrows he heard you say this, as if that was the most offensive thing he had ever heard from you. “’more importantly?’ there could be nothing that’s more important than you, dear,” he said, knowing that concern was from a good place, like he was worrying over you, of course you would fuss over him who just came home from work.

“still…” you hesitated, but he kissed it out of you quickly. “want me to prepare you a bath, love? you know i can get the perfect temperature for you,” he whispered, coaxing you. and he was right, even sometimes he would get it right more often than you. before you could even mumble out another excuse he continued. “and while you do that i’ll prepare dinner, okay? i’m sure there’re still some ingredients left to make that nice meal you like.”

“no, i couldn’t possibly let you do all the work ken-“

“love, i’m here. you can relax, okay? you always do so much for me, let me do this for you,” he reassured you, cupping your face as he trailed your cheeks with soft kisses. you’re still not convinced, as he smiled over your great concern. “do this for me, please?” he tried once more and there’s no way you could refuse that. you nodded, feeling another wave of tears coming out of gratitude for your boyfriend., “thank you ken, i love you so much.”

“i love you too. and when you’re ready to talk, i’m here okay? always.”

toji fushiguro

he lifted you up, your leg instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist as he grabbed both of your thighs to support you. you tighten the hold of your arms around his neck, resting your head on your shoulder, nuzzling closer to his neck; not wanting him to see your post-crying face.

he sat you on the kitchen counter, putting both of his hands on the hard surface, on either side of your body practically refraining you to run away. “what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asked you who’s currently staring at the fingers on your lap as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. he kissed your shoulder blade, intentionally lingering a little long to hopefully calm your nerves. “nothing, i guess,” you answered nonchalantly, like detaching yourself. “you’re shit at lying babe, you know that right? look at the frown that you’re wearing right now, it’s almost touching the floor,” he said as he kissed your neck next. “mean,” you meant to frown, and you realized you were already doing that for the past hour. fine, maybe he had a point, so what?

“nah, what’s mean is when my girl won’t even tell me what made her upset,” he said, tilting his head confidently, his big hand on your waist as he rubbed your side. the look on his face was enough to make you relent. “fine… you’ll force it out of me sooner or later anyways,” you mumbled as he smiled, knowing that you needed a little push is all to sound your worries. “atta girl.”

“tell me all ‘bout it yeah? don’t leave out a single detail. then maybe if you’re up for it, i can show you that i got many ways to cheer you up,”

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