#if she said that to me id drop to my hands and knees and start worshipping her i love you women

[gorillaxyz]

shes so beautiful... and the way she acts... shes my type shes so my type

[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

actor!bakugo and actress! yn part 2 part 1 here

you guysss i had this one in my drafts for so long and i didnt know how to write it to make it 'proper' enough so i hadda rewrite it like four, five times😔hope you enjoy tho <3!

also if you wanna know, the song i was making reference to was 'envolver' by annita. (i promise yall my music taste aint bad)

You’re both invited to a celebration party with your cast members—a small gathering at Kaminari's place to enjoy the success of the movie.

You hang out with Mina and the girls, while Katsuki begrudgingly stays with Kirishima and the guys.

No need to worry, though. He keeps you in view, carmine eyes tracing over your curves in the body-hugging blue dress he picked out, claiming that the color suited you. Crystal drop earrings shine under the dim lighting, and the black choker he gave you as a present is wrapped snugly around your neck.

Katsuki smiles as he fishes out his phone from his back pocket and shoots you a text.

kats 💕 come over here. miss ya

You down the last of your shandy, giggling at a joke Jirou made, until Mina suddenly gasps.

"What?" you ask, setting down your empty glass as you gesture to the bartender for a refill.

"Your lipstick is smudged, sis. Who's coming to the bathroom with me? Makeup touch-ups are needed right now." She stands up and pulls your hand, with Jirou and Ochako following suit. The other girls stay seated, promising to keep an eye on the drinks.

Katsuki watches the group of girls leave the room, a loud, chatting mess as they drunkenly stumble away.

Todoroki snaps his fingers in front of Katsuki's face. "Why are you looking at the girls?" he asks, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

His mouth opens and closes, contemplating what to say.

"Jus' caught my eye, 's all," he mutters, sinking into the couch. Kirishima snorts, and Sero elbows him in the ribs to shut him up.

"What?" Bakugo asks, emptying the contents of his cup.

"Nothing, dude! Totally nothing," Kaminari replies, waving his hands sarcastically.

"Do you like Ochako?" Todoroki asks, eyeing the ash-blond. Katsuki makes a funny face, crinkling his eyes. "Hah? The hell did you say?"

Todoroki smiles a bit and shrugs. "It seemed like you were staring at her."

The table falls silent as the star actor contemplates his response. The guys all sit up straight, eagerly awaiting his reply.

"I don't like her," he finally says, his tone leaving no room for argument. Suspicious looks appear on each of their faces.

"Okay, so you wouldn't mind if I got with her?" Sero teases, standing up.

Bakugo grins. "Go 'head."

His phone lights up on the glass table, and all eyes immediately snap to the bright notification.

Mrs. Bakugo one min katsu. the girls and i are kinda busy. but like, nobodys supposed to see us thoo ykyk wanna meet somewhere private? ;)

Sero immediately snatches the phone from the table, his eyes wide. His fingers swipe to open the message, but a blocker comes up. "Face ID? Really, man?" he groans.

Katsuki shoots up, pushing Sero's face away as he snatches the phone back, holding it out of the raven-haired actor's reach.

"Ouu, Mistress Bakugo?" Kaminari laughs loudly, slapping his knee. Katsuki clicks his teeth and walks away from the boys, phone in hand.

Upon seeing his retreating form, they start laughing and calling out to him.

"Yo Bakubro, are you gonna wife her up?"

"Bakugo, my guy! Tell her I said hi!"

"Is he gonna collect his daily kisses?"

"There's a spare room two lefts after the guest bathroom!"

It’s no surprise when Bakugo rings you. The familiar sound of your ringtone causes Mina to pause mid-mascara application.

"Katsuki? Why is he calling you?" Jirou asks, holding up your phone. Shit. You shrug and take it from her, entering a bathroom stall for a bit of privacy.

"What is it?" you whisper into the speaker, hearing his harsh breathing.

"They saw yer message. Wanna know who ya are," he responds curtly. You still, quietly sorting out the thoughts in your mind.

"Okay... that's fine. But you know what this means, right?" you ask, your fingers drumming against your silver purse.

Katsuki is quiet on the other end of the line. He grunts, knowing what you meant: he won't be able to even look at you for the rest of the night. He mumbles a small "okay" and hangs up.

As your group of friends makes their way back to the buzzing party, your eyes can’t help but search for Katsuki.

And you find him, handsome as ever, shot in hand as he manspreads on the couch, eyes closed as he has a small conversation with some random blonde.

Your eyes zero in on her: chunky gold earrings, black dress, gold heels—real flashy. She’s a typical blonde, you think, trying to brush it off.

But she’s all over him, manicured fingers grazing his bicep as she cackles at some random, unfunny words coming out of his mouth.

"I thought this was a private event?" you ask Ochako, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. She shrugs, immediately following your gaze and spotting the girl. "I think she's one of those background characters, or something."

You can practically read the words coming out of her mouth. "oH kAtSuKi YoUrE sO fUnNy."

Who was she to even call him by his first name?

How dare she.

You take a deep breath, letting the tension ease away as you turn your focus back to the party. If that blonde thinks she can monopolize Katsuki’s attention, then she clearly doesn’t know who she’s dealing with. But rather than stewing in frustration, you decide to make the most of the night.

The bartender places a fresh drink in front of you, but you push it aside. “Something stronger,” you say with a smile, and he quickly swaps it out for a shot of the strongest liquor they’ve got.

The girls, noticing your shift in mood, exchange curious glances. Mina raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile already forming on her lips. “My dear yn, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

Without answering, you down the shot in one swift motion, the liquid burning its way down your throat. You place the empty glass onto the bar and feel the warmth spread through your body. You look towards the DJ and stand up, walking toward him.

"Hey, buddy," you call, pretty sure that he can't hear you over all the music playing. You beckon him closer with a curl of your fingers and ask him to play one of your favorite songs.

Si tú me desea' y yo a ti también

Your girls join you on the dance floor as you start dancing. You can feel the eyes on you—some admiring, some envious—but there’s only one pair you care about. You glance back toward Katsuki, who’s still seated on the couch, his gaze fixed on you. The blonde from earlier is long forgotten as his eyes trail over your form, taking in the way you move to the beat.

Aprovéchame

Your hips sway in rhythmic movements as your girls whoop and holler behind you. The shot makes everything feel fuzzy, but you continue anyway. Maybe you’ve had too much to drink, but the alcohol gives you a boldness that has you dancing more provocatively, knowing exactly the effect it’s having on Katsuki.

Before you can fully bask in the moment, Mina suddenly appears beside you, a grin plastered on her face.

“Damn, girl! You’ve got some moves!” she shouts, moving behind you. And maybe you both thought it was cute, but damn, the sight of you and her dancing like that has Katsuki and Kirishima in shambles.

`Sé que lo hacemo' y tú vas a volver`

“You’re on fire tonight!” Ochako shouts over the music and you giggle. “Just having a little fun,” you reply, though your eyes keep darting back to Katsuki.

And sure enough, you notice him shift in his seat, his eyes darkening with an intensity that makes your heart race. He’s watching you like a predator who’s found his prey and you wouldnt have it any other way.

The girls are having the time of their lives, lost in the music, but you’ve got something else in mind. You dance closer to Katsuki, the distance between you shrinking with every step.

You can see the moment he decides he’s had enough, the possessiveness flaring up as he sets down his drink and rises to his feet.

`Tú me quieres perrear y yo quiero partirte`

You’re not sure who moves first, but suddenly, he’s there, his hands on your waist as he pulls you against him. The heat of his body presses into yours, and for a moment, the world fades away. There’s only you, Katsuki, and the music’s bass that keeps your blurry mind in check.

“Ya really know how to make a guy restless,” he mutters in your ear, his voice low, and you smirk, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Maybe that was the plan.”

Your eyes look over to the blonde. She's still there, eyebrows pinched in confusion and anger, maybe?

But you’re not done playing.

Without breaking eye contact, you give his chest a gentle shove, urging him back toward the couch. Katsuki’s eyes widen for a split second, but then a knowing grin spreads across his face. He lets you push him down, his back hitting the cushions with a soft thud, and he sprawls out, his hands resting casually on the back of the couch as he watches you with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

You stand in front of him for a moment, your body swaying to the music as you let the tension build. The beat thrums through your veins, making everything around you feel distant, unimportant. All that matters is the way Katsuki is looking at you—like he’s seconds away from dragging you down onto him.

But you get there first.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you straddle his lap, your knees sinking into the couch on either side of his hips. The proximity sends a thrill through you as you settle onto his thighs, your body pressing into his. You can feel the heat radiating from him, the tension in his muscles as his hands find their way to your waist, gripping you firmly.

Katsuki’s eyes darken even more, his breath hitching as you lean in close, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “She gone yet?” you whisper, your voice dripping with mischief.

His grip tightens, and you feel the low growl rumbling in his chest. “You’re askin’ for it,” he murmurs, his voice rough and filled with promise.

You laugh softly, the sound lost in the thumping bass of the music. “Maybe I am. But first, answer the question.”

"'M not lookin for her, dollface. All my attention... 's on you." he whispers.

You place a kiss on his nose and then look up at her.

The blonde from earlier watches with wide eyes, her expression quickly morphing from confusion to disgust. She’s visibly fuming, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realizes she never stood a chance. You catch her glare, and it only fuels your satisfaction.

“Aw, you didn't know? He’s taken, love.” You feel the shattering of her heart because of your claim on him. You can hear the collective gasp from those around you, the gossip starting to spread like wildfire. But you don’t care.

You’ve made your point, and so has he.

The music pulses around you, but all you can focus on is the feeling of his hands on you, his breath on your neck, and the pounding of your heart that matches the beat of the song.

It’s only when you hear Jirou's loud “Yooo!” that you snap out of your trance, realizing just how much attention you’ve drawn. You can feel the blush creeping up your neck, but Katsuki just chuckles, pulling you closer. “Guess there’s no hiding it now, huh?” he mutters, nipping at your ear.

You shake your head, smiling despite the embarrassment. “Nope.”

The flash of a camera catches your eye, and you spot Sero standing nearby, phone in hand as he snaps a picture of the two of you. “This one’s going on the ‘gram!” he shouts, grinning like a fool.

Before you can protest, Katsuki smirks, leaning back against the couch as he pulls you against his chest. “Let ‘em see.”

The photo blows up within minutes, and the next day, it’s all anyone can talk about. Your social media is flooded with comments, memes, and edits of the moment you publicly claimed Katsuki Bakugo as your own.

And for once, he doesn’t mind.

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[c0smicst4rdust]

Francis Mosses (Milkman) X Fem reader

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TW!: Oral sex, cheating (slightly mentioned), minimal aggression/hardcore, use of y/n, dom partner, cum play, wall sex.

Word count: 1,221k

this took over a week enjoy😭

LEAVE ANY FEEDBACK IN COMMENTS AND MY ASKS ARE OPEN

“Can this job get anymore boring”. I think to myself as someone walks in. I sit up straight and look to find out who's there, it's Mia and something seems off about her appearance, but I can't pinpoint exactly what it is.

“I need your entry request and id, you're not on today's list”. She seemed to be zoned out on something behind me. “Excuse me, Ma’am” I say in a deep nasty tone, she looks at me blankly and I say “Sorry, that was so unprofessional of me. I'm tired, May i have your id and entry request”

. She keeps the same expression and hands me the stuff out of her purse without opening her mouth. And there it was, a typo and past expiration date right on her id. I lock the door without hesitating and call the D.D.D… “Protocol Completed”.

I sit back in my chair and feel a little vibration on my butt. It was my phone ringing from a text notification from my boyfriend. “Y/n where are you?”. The text seemed bolder than the rest and I feel as if I can almost hear him right next to me.

Another person walks in, i didn't even need to think twice that sexy walk and hot body told you all you needed to know. It was Francis of course, the sexy milkman everyone was simping over. I can't blame them, the man is perfect.

He walks up to me with 8 jugs of milk in his right hand, his left already handing me an id “Hello, Francis.” I admire his face right in front of me. “Hello Darling '' he says, shooting me a wink. I feel my heart drop and try to keep my jaw from hitting the desk. He could tell I was surprised, he then said “ Sorry, I didn't mean to make you shy, princess”. He said unbuttoning the first button on his shirt staring deeply at me with those hot tired brown eyes.

I literally couldn't speak. I didn't know what to reply to that. “Let me in, you wont regret it.” Without blinking I opened the door. “Good girl” he says as he walks out of my view. Why did I let him go like that? I feel so stup- my thoughts are interrupted by the office door swinging open. And there Francis was again leaning on the door frame.

He walks over to me and lifts my chin so my eyes meet his “be careful who you let it in '' he says before lifting me and pinning me to the wall. I then feel my heart racing, feeling as if it'll pop straight out of my chest. I then say “what are you doing to me”

I wasn't trying to get out of his grasp. I just struggled to find out why the hell this hot man has me pinned. “I'm going to make you cum” he says, kissing my neck up to my cheek and back down to my neck again. I couldnt believe what he just said, he wants to fuck me? No, I must have fallen asleep.

I feel my shirt get ripped off of me then I see it fly to the floor. Staring at my titties he starts unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his boxers, a large king size erect dick dripping with precum is there waiting for something good to happen. “Get on your knees fruit cup” Francis then says and without a second thought i was on my knees jerking him slow but tight.

Small groans are mumbled out of his mouth as he slowly spits out “Good… girl-” I then put the tip of his 11 inch cock in my mouth licking his slit as I play with his balls. He throws his head back and moans as I put it deeper in my mouth.

A thick line of cum then squirts out his throbbing tip “FUCK” he moans out of breath. I then get up, unbutton his shirt and take it off of him and pull him to the office chair. I sat down as he kneeled down in front of me lifting my legs above his shoulders. He chuckles at the sight of my wet panties and starts rubbing my clit with his thumb.

He lifts my ass off the chair to take my panties off. He puts two fingers in my hole slowly but hard, I then try and pull back biting my lip as he starts licking away at my pussy. “You’re not going anywhere my love. Sit back and enjoy yourself” he starts back at my clit as i start moaning. I'm losing my virginity to what seems to be a monster right now. What will my boyfriend think about this if he found out? What if he gets me pregnant? It's ok though, at least he's hot.

He starts speeding up and it forces me to roll my eyes to the back of my head and moan louder. “Baby. P-please stop.'' I beg softly. He chuckles and mumbles “why” as he continues to flick his tongue on my clit. “Daddy. Really stop, I'm about to cum… FUCK” i scream “babe i really cant take it any longer”

He ignores me and goes faster. I then start squirting all over his face. “BABY STOP I CAN'T-” “Ok, just because I'm ready to put it in”. He licked it one more time then kissed it and I stood up fast. I saw his face covered in my juices, he licked his lips while staring deeply at me “you taste very good babe”. “Mm yea i try to keep it that way”

I jump in his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. “Are you really Francis or am I just fucking a fraud?”. “Come on baby does it matter, we've come so far, and so much” he said with a big grin. Then slams me into the wall and positions his dick into my pussy. He then fucks me so hard it felt like my pussy was going to explode. He groaned deep but loud, as i was trying not to scream and push. “Fuck daddy harder”. “Oh you like that? Let's get this done with, I need sleep to work again in the morning.”.

He then speeds up a couple seconds later at inhuman speeds and it forces me to scream “FRANCIS BABY PLEASE DON'T STOP I NEED YOU TO CUM I DONT EVEN CARE IF YOU GET ME PREGNANT”. “Oh baby trust me I'm not stopping ‘till you're filled to the brim in my cum”.

A few seconds later another load comes out fast in me and on my stomach and titties as I wipe my tears away. he put me down and we start getting dressed. "you never answered my question, are you Francis Mosses or a doppelgangger?". he hands me a note with his personal cell number and says "I hope this answers all your questions. come to my place after work tommorow and we'll go again" he give me a kiss and walks out the door winking.

What the actual fuck just happened? I check my phone and to 10 missed calls and 17 unread messages from me boyfriend. i might end this relationship for my new sexy milkman.

[rosemariiaa]

~Holding On~

pairing- Paige x Azzi

a/n: not really much to say.. but this was kind of sad to write. I’m taking requests for a while until I start on something new , so send what you want to read lovelies 💌

Anon Request: • can u write pazzi oneshot where paige has thanatophobia and has panic attack and azzi id there to comfort her •

themes: fear of dying

Enjoy!!!

The apartment was quiet, but inside Paige’s head, it felt anything but. Her breathing was shallow, erratic—her hands trembling as her mind spiraled down a dark, endless tunnel. The walls felt like they were closing in on her, the fear wrapping itself around her chest like a vice. She was trying to keep it together, but it was slipping, all of it slipping.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it. The end. That moment when everything just… stops. What if it came sooner than she thought? What if she wasn’t ready? What if she left everything and everyone behind?

Her chest tightened, her heartbeat thrumming too fast, too loud. She pressed her back against the cool wall of her room, gasping for air that didn’t seem to reach her lungs. The world felt like it was fading, like she was falling, and she couldn’t stop it.

Azzi wasn’t supposed to come over tonight. Paige had tried to be normal during practice, tried to laugh and joke like always. But the moment she was alone, it crept back in. And now it was suffocating her. Somehow, through the fog of her thoughts, she heard her phone buzz. Azzi. She didn’t have the strength to answer it.

Then, the door opened. Paige’s breathing hitched when she heard Azzi’s voice, soft but concerned. “Paige? You didn’t answer my texts. You okay?”

Azzi’s eyes immediately landed on Paige, crumpled on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if trying to hold her body together.

“Oh my God, Paige,” Azzi whispered, rushing to her side.

Paige couldn’t even speak. She could barely breathe. She felt a cold sweat trickling down her spine, her vision swimming. Her mind was racing, chaotic and frantic, screaming things she couldn’t control.

Azzi dropped to her knees beside Paige, her own panic rising, but she pushed it down. She needed to be strong right now. Gently, she cupped Paige’s face in her hands, forcing her to meet her eyes. “Hey, hey… I’m right here. You’re okay. Breathe with me, okay?”

Paige’s eyes were wide, unfocused, but she tried to latch onto Azzi’s voice. It was like a lifeline, a rope pulling her from the deep end, but it was hard. Everything was hard.

“I can’t,” Paige managed to choke out, her voice raw, broken. “I can’t… Azzi, I… it’s like… I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel like I’m going to die. I— “You’re not going to die,” Azzi said firmly, though her voice cracked with emotion. She wrapped her arms around Paige, pulling her close, holding her as tightly as she could. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Paige’s body shook as she collapsed into Azzi’s embrace, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Azzi held her, one hand stroking her hair, the other rubbing circles on her back. She didn’t say anything for a while, just let Paige cry, let her panic run its course. The weight of the fear was crushing, suffocating.

“I’m scared,” Paige finally whispered, her voice so small it almost broke Azzi’s heart.

“I know, baby. I know,” Azzi whispered back. “But you’re not alone. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

They sat like that for what felt like hours, the weight of Paige’s fear slowly lifting, little by little. Her breathing started to even out, though the trembling in her hands remained. She could feel Azzi’s heartbeat against her own chest, steady, grounding her in a way she hadn’t thought was possible.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Azzi asked quietly, her fingers still running through Paige’s hair.

Paige didn’t answer at first. She didn’t know where to begin, how to explain what it felt like to be so terrified of the end—so terrified of something inevitable. Finally, she whispered, “I think about it all the time. About dying. About not being here anymore. It’s like this… weight. I try to ignore it, but sometimes it just… it takes over. And tonight, I just—” Her voice broke, and she clutched Azzi tighter. “It’s too much.”

Azzi closed her eyes, trying to keep herself from crying. She hated seeing Paige like this, so vulnerable, so scared. “You don’t have to go through this alone,” she said softly. “I know it feels like you’re carrying it all by yourself, but I’m here. Always.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” Paige whispered, her voice barely audible.

“You won’t,” Azzi said, her voice fierce, determined. “You’re stuck with me, okay? Forever, if I have anything to say about it.” Paige gave a shaky laugh, though it was more out of exhaustion than amusement. “Forever, huh?”

“Forever,” Azzi confirmed, leaning down to press a kiss to Paige’s forehead. “We’re in this together.”

Paige nodded, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She didn’t feel okay, not completely. The fear was still there, lurking in the back of her mind, but it felt… manageable, at least for now. With Azzi holding her, it didn’t feel like it was swallowing her whole.

“I love you,” Paige whispered, her voice soft and fragile.

Azzi’s heart swelled, and she kissed the top of Paige’s head again, pulling her even closer. “I love you too. And I’m going to be here, no matter how hard it gets. You don’t have to be scared alone.”

They stayed like that, tangled together on the floor, the world outside their small apartment fading away. For now, it was just the two of them, holding onto each other through the storm. And for the first time in a long time, Paige didn’t feel quite so afraid.

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tags: @thaatdigitaldiary @patscorner 💌

[icarusredwings]

I rewatched Deadpool 2 and took notes.

Disclaimer: He's mentally ill and does mentally ill things (GASP, who would have thought?). Also, violence. A lot of violence. It's really long. Like.. really really long.

The very first words he says is "fuck wolverine"

Then blows his own head off with a shit ton of gasoline. Wonder if he had insurance on that appartment.

He started taking worldwide cases

He also admits to knowing "8th grade spanish"

"Passion of the christ. Then me." Says the man whos marvel jesus now.

I wonder how much wade owes cab guy.

Cab guy killed bandu Lmao

"What is it?"

"My IUD"

"A bomb??" Tell me why he was lowkey excited for it to be a bomb?

I love how serious he gets talking about how scared he is to be a dad.

This empire joke traveled from the first movie too.

"Pretty sure it doesn't work that way but we can try" yes.

When making toaster strudles its almost as if he could sense them coming despite it being so silent. This kind of makes me think that Logans not the only one who just jumps up sometimes.

This man really just said "Fuck it" jumped out of a 2 story window, BOLTED after this guy as fast as he could, got hit by a car, rammed another car, and whole ass hugged this guy before jumping in front of a truck with him. I don't want to see anyone try to tell me he's one sandwitch drop away from jumping off a cliff.

Cinatography by Blind Al.

Directed by one of those guys that killed john wicks dog.

God I love Ryan Reynolds because you know it was him.

Wade stop peeing your pants in public.

Weasel "We still have bowie..." Yeah id lie to him too at this point.

"Yeah im fine"

Fucked up

Insecure

Needy and

Emotional. Kübler ross apprently.

"Buck no more speaking lines for you" and he meant that shit.

Al is so humble and sweet. Making tea and giggling. Tries to shoot him and then just hears him collapse on the floor. How many times do you think he collapses on the floor a week? Just to be drimatic?

"Sweetheart can you speak up? Its a little hard to hear you with yhat pity dick in your mouth" Oh so shes his mom. Al is his fucking mom. Hands down. And the best one.

I love how he decided to do an entire bag of cocaine before dying. There was no reason for it and honestly was a waste of cocaine until you realize that these cocaine is wades whiskey. Shots dont work for him really, probably because hes already done it so much, but its the same way how Logan chugs that bottle before wade kidnaps him. Its easier to blame it on a substance then accept those were your actions.

Ness is so cute. The poster behind her has "I love you wade wilson" scratched into it. Its nice to know that his version of heaven is literally just a cozy Saturday morning with his wife.

Colossus just walking in to find wades body parts everywhere and put him in a bag like old dirty clothes lol

"Why cant I fucking die" tone was SO serious.

The fact that theres an x men rule book and its lowkey thicker then a bible. I bet you scott and Logan made 80% of those.

"That asshole was me" oh the tears. Baby boyy.

Wait isnt cable literally scotts son.

Im never going to understand this fucking time line jesus christ

Mutant rehabilitation?? What is he a drug addict? That kid is clearly in pain dipshits.

"X men trainee" is so funny

"Please stop cheating on me"

Daniel the pedophile looking ass

Bro casually signs ryan reynolds on the wolverine cereal box and then destroys his knee caps.

"Those guys hurt you??" It was at that moment, wade went ape shit.

Wade having fun in prison is so him. But come on imagine going to prison just for standing up to an abused child. Not to mention, His face when he immediately realizes how fucked he is and that "oh shit I actually DO have cancer now and it SUCKS"

Is it just me or does Cable reminds you of forge with all his cool fix it abilities. Or is he just futurey.

He didn't say were not friends to make him upset but to draw attention to himself. Him just eye rolling when stabbed in the hand was so funny too because he was like "Ouch. God damn it. Ducking OUCH."

Hes literally pleading with russel to find someone else to peotect him or hes gonna get molested because he cant do anything. His entire power is replacing dead cells WITH new cancer cells. His entire body is dying 24/7 but never fast enough to actually kill him, always regrowing way too quickly. Cancerous is better then dead.

"Get away from me kid" yeah cause he knows hes trouble and he REALLY doesn't wanna watch this kid die.

"Who the hell tries to kill a 14 year old boy"

"Kids give us a chance to be better then we used to be"

Dopinder is so wholesome. I love him so much. No i dont care that he killed a guy. Hes the type of friend you call to take to the movies or the zoo once every year and hes stoked just to be invited.

Peter: I just thought it looked fun :D

Dopinder: FUCK

Peter is that one dad whos kids left the nest and now he needs friends and a hobby so searches for the biggest weirdos he can find.

"Grab the boy- NOT INAPPROPRIATELY >:("

i love his crayon maps/plans

Oh my god weasel im not telling you anything ever again you snitch (same dude, cable is terrifying)

After crying over the love he has for his new team (x force) Wade confirms that he spent 10 years in special forces.

I love how supportive wade is with Peter despite him just being a normal dude only for him to immediately die LMAO

He just cassually lets his impulse win in which he steals a moped.

Oh i just noticed Dominos vitiligo. I always loved vitiligo charaters. Theyre so unique and barley ever given movie roles. Like why not?? Why wouldnt you want someone so beautiful? Im pretty sure she just has make up but it would be cool if not.

Something else is that cable just starts yeeting criminals out onto the street lol

"Theres nothing I cant kill" Let me intorduce you to the man whos on a constant road to dying but can never actually get there.

Im assuming cable wants to kill russel because he unleashes a big bad guy or something.

*cassually snaps neck back into place* Oh god that hurt!

Oh I was right! It was Juggernaut :)

Wade: *gets excited about being PHYSICALLY ripped in half*

"Rub my legs mama 🥺 I got growing pains"

"Oh noo! No no no Dp not again!" We love you Dopinder. Do not ever stop caring. "This shits happened before!?" Yes weasel. Sometimes your friends get ripped in half. Get used to it.

Wade just moves her gun to the right position.

Wade talking about saving russel is so serious that it makes you forget that he has a tiny baby ass rn. I couldn't make a deal with someone woth tiny baby legs... just... no. Not to mention that those baby legs are made of cancer.

"50 years from now you're super fucking dead"

Wade standing outside of the xmen mansion with his phone and a picture of a boom box playing music for Colossus to come outside and help him save russel is something i can see happening to Logan. They have a fight and he storms off to the mansion only for wade to stand outside like that.

"Hi Wade🎀✨️" "Hi Yukio!🥹 you guys make a super cute couple 😊 where was I? 🤨"

"So you wear a helmet so your brother cant read your mind?" "Yeaaahh" average kid conversations.

"Lets fuck some shit up is my legal middle name"

Okay sir edgelord.

Apprently wade has a gluten sensitivity

What is it with wade and metal men??? My man has a type.

"Im just gonna use this brick and maximum effort" Same wade. Same.

Yaayy!! Go yukio! Eveyone loves yukio.

"Thats how we do it in mother russia" What? Shoving an electrical cable up their ass and then put them in a pool? Damn. Ok.

That "I never should have never left you in that prison" with the hug? Man hed be a decent dad I think.

"Dont be ive been trying to make this happen for awhile" okay someone supervise him 24/7. Hes on the active watch list.

Wade: *is dying* Hi Yukio :D

Yukio: Hi wade :)

"R-dog" Oh my god hes too cute.

Them carrying the racist joke all the way til the end made me cringe but that was the point.

His last words being "do you wanna build a snow man?" Is such a deadpool thing.

I was NOT expecting to cry at the end of this stupid ass movie, AGAIN

"Dont fuck colossus" VANESSA KNEW

THE FUCKING COIN

"Is there a knife in my dick?" "There's a knife in your dick."

Oh I just didn't even notice she has heterochromancia! <3 Aahh!!

PFFT DOPINDERS SECOND CONFIRMED KILL

"WERE DEFINITELY NAMINF OUR KID CHER"

"Dont scratch!" *shoots himself 8 times* "Love you! Bye."

Wolverine: ???

[gezelligs-world]

I Hope I Never Lose You

(Bada lee x Fem!Reader)

"When will you arrive?!" Bada said whining through the phone. I laugh while opening the car door.

"Calm your ass down sweet face, I'm on my way." I said and hung up the phone. I turned my engine on and went ahead.

"The traffic is worse than yesterday..." I mumbled while staring ahead. I was about to forward my car when I heard a couple of beeps behind me.

"Miss! Turn your car!" Before I even do what the stranger said, I see a car going towards me at full speed. I feel the glass from the windows fly at me and saw several people running to the scene before I black out.

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"Why is she not here yet?" Bada muttered but enough for her make up artist to her it.

"Your girlfriend is not here yet?" Bada nodded with a little pout on her lips.

"She said she will be here an hour ago, it's just a 30 minute drive from our apartment." The make-up artist nodded in understanding.

"Maybe there's traffic, hm?" She said trying to enlighten the mood of the dancer.

"I hope so..."

"Dancers! Please gather at the set! Filming will start soon!" Bada sighed and stood up. She tried to be understanding and maybe you will not make it because of personal problems. She stretches her arms one more time before going outside the make-up room.

The make-up is starting to pack some of the make-up that are needed for retouching when she hears Bada's phone ringing. She was about to go outside the room to inform Bada but she heard the song playing meaning the filming is already starting. The make-up artist had no choice but to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, yes, is this Bada?" A male voice is heard. The make-up artist looked at the caller ID and saw that it's an unknown number.

"This is not her, she's busy. May I know your intentions?"

"There happened to be a car crash here and the victim's first emergency contact is Ms. Bada. I just want to inform her about what happened to- I suppose her girlfriend. This is her in-charged doctor speaking." Speechless is an understatement at what the make-up artist is feeling. Should she tell Bada? But Bada may feel overwhelmed...

Before she could reply, the phone got snatched. She turned around and saw that it was one of the directors of the set.

"We will inform Ms. Bada right away." The director then hung up the phone.

"Don't tell this to Bada-sshi, got it?" The director said with a warning and commanding voice.

"But PD-nim-" The director glared at her and went out leaving the make-up artist with mixed thoughts.

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"Congratulations everyone! We're done!" The director said as the dangers clap their hands except for the main dancer, Bada.

"Why is Bada looked so down today?" Mina Young said while analyzing Bada.

"I heard that Y/n didn't get to visit her today." Funky said and Mina gasp dramatically.

"That must hurt so bad!" Mina said.

Bada heard the conversation between the two leaders but she just didn't care about any of it at all.

"She promised..." Bada whispered while going back to the make-up room. She opened her phone and saw a lot of missed calls and texts from an unknown number. She opened the messages and almost dropped her phone when she saw the content. Bada grabbed her bag and went running to the exit, not caring about the director calling her or even her still being in her costume.

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She arrived at the hospital and went to the reception desk panting.

"Can you tell me where Ms. Y/n is?" She said breathlessly. The nurse goes through several papers making Bada more impatient.

"Bed 208." The nurse said and Bada immediately went to the direction where it is. She saw multiple people injured in the head, knees, and arms. She saw police officers questioning one of the people which she's guessing was one of the people involved in the accident. Bada kept looking back and forth finding a specific face until her eyes landed on an unconscious figure and a tube in her mouth, and a stable heartbeat that are heard through the monitor.

"Y/n..." Bada slowly approached her significant other and kneel down beside her bed. She grabbed her lover's hand and cupped it on her face. Bada is known to have controlled emotions but her tears are already falling.

"Ms. Bada?" She heard someone talk behind her. She wiped her tears and turned around. She stood and bowed lightly when she saw that it was the doctor.

"Yes, that's me." She said trying not to let out a cracked voice.

"May I know your relationship with Ms. Y/n before I get to tell you her condition?"

"Fiancé." Bada answered.

"Ms. Y/n suffered a lot of scratches on her left arm that is broken due to the force of the hit and since the direction of the car is moving towards the driver seat, she is in worse condition than the other victims involved." Bada bit her lip while looking and looked up again to look at Y/n.

"When will she wake up?" Bada nervously asked.

"My prediction is tomorrow." The doctor answered.

"A nurse will come and monitor her 2 times a day to see how her condition improved." Bada nodded.

"Can you move Y/n into a private room? The most expensive one." The doctor nodded.

"A nurse will send you a form to sign and Ms. Y/n will be transferred immediately." Bada thanked the doctor. She sat down on her lover's bed while caressing her hand.

"I hope I never lose you." Bada said and kissed Y/n's knuckles. A nurse approaches Bada to sign a form for Y/n's transfer, Bada signed it and Y/n is transferred to a private room.

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"Unnie, I heard what happened to Y/n unnie..." CheChe sadly said at Bada.

"Don't worry, your Y/n unnie is strong." Bada ruffled CheChe's hair.

"Can we visit her soon?" Tatter asked.

"Of course but only limited people may come and visit." Bada's members nodded in understanding.

In the middle of the break during the shooting of the street woman fighter, the hospital informed Bada that Y/n is finally awake. Even though she wants to go to the hospital and keep Y/n in her arms, she has to stay and remain professional, and also because she's the leader of Bebe. But once the shooting is finally finished, she rushes towards the parking lot and drives to the hospital. She ran at Y/n's room and opened it, she saw her significant other staring at her while sitting up.

"Bada..." Y/n smiled, Bada eyes began to be teary when she finally realized that death did not take Y/n from her. Bada rushed towards her and hugged Y/n, careful to not touch her scratches. Y/n let Bada rest her head on her chest as she caressed Bada's hair.

"I almost lost you..." Bada said while sniffing.

"You did not. I'm alive, see?" Y/n grabbed Bada's hands and cupped it on her face.

"You cannot die yet, I haven't got to marry you yet." Bada said and Y/n nodded in agreement.

"That's right..." They hugged each again and Bada whispered something at Y/n's ear.

"I almost lost you, I'm not gonna let that happen again." Bada kissed Y/n under her eyes and caressed her head, rocking their figures side by side.

[sturniyolos]

𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 - 𝖼.𝗌

You don't know why you allowed him to do what he did. You knew he wasn't loyal, you knew he was a piece of shit, and you knew you could find better-- but you couldn't bring yourself to drop him. You loved Chris and he loved you, but didn't want "anything serious."

Arguments were non-stop when you were away from each other, screaming at him over the phone until 4 am about the pink lip gloss you found in his room [that was not yours], screaming at you about you "flirting" with the guy you were talking with at the bar, and the list goes on. but, none of this happened when you guys were physically together.

You guys were so happy with each other, no crying, no screaming-- just pure euphoria and laughter. Him treating you like a princess while you guys were on a date, and fucking you like he hated you when you would come over in the middle of the night. You were very loyal to Chris-- defending his name when he wasn't there, talking about him 24/7, and most importantly, staying loyal to him. He obviously didn't know what that was. He specifically said you guys weren't together, and you agreed. You thought it was a mutual decision to stop seeing other people, but he thought otherwise.

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You & Chris were in bed, him ripping off your clothes as fast as he could. Him on top, you bring him even closer [if possible] to make your kiss deeper. He pulls away for a second, taking his shirt off and continues to attack your neck. You switch positions, so you're sitting on his lap, and continue to kiss him deeply.

"You always know how to make me feel good." Chris mutters while smiling through the kiss.

You start inching down to his thighs, while unzipping his pants, ring....ring....ring....

You look up at him and to see his next move, but he puts his phone on silent without even looking at the Caller ID, and hides it behind the pillow his back is laying on.

"You're not going to check?" You state, still staring at him.

"Don't worry about it ma, just keep going." He says, pushing his hair out of his forehead. Curious, you take the phone from the pillow but, Chris takes it from you.

"Bro, I told you not to worry about it." He states, holding his vibrating phone. You sit up on your knees, and snatch his phone from his hands. You get up from the bed, and stand across from him. You start reading his phone,

liyah

Missed Call [2]

is she gone?

i have the apartment to myself so come when you're ready <3.

*Attachment: 1 image*

i'm waitingggg.

You stare at the phone in disbelief, and glare right back up at him.

"It's not what it looks like, I told her to stop calling me-"

"You fucking liar. Don't worry about it my ass." You scoff, throwing his phone on the bed.

"Yeah, I knew you would get butt hurt over this." He states, putting his shirt back on.

You grab your sweater from the floor, putting it back on. You didn't know if you should cry, scream, or do anything. You start packing all your things, turning towards the door & getting ready to leave.

"C'mon baby, at least finish what you started." He states, holding your hand so you stop walking forward. You turn around slowly, eyes covered in tears.

One moment you were staring at him, the next moment his head is turned to the other side while your hand is burning red--you just slapped Chris.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Chris states, holding his pulsating cheek.

"how long?" you ask, wiping the tears away.

Chris doesn't say anything, still staring at you

"If you don't answer in two fucking seconds, I'm gone and you will never hear from me ever again."

"I don't know why you are making this a big deal, we never agreed to stop seeing other people." He states, shrugging off what you just asked.

"I agreed to stop seeing other people because I want you, I only want you. I thought you would eventually stop your ways, but I guess not." you state, finally heading towards the door.

"You'll be back baby, I know you will." He states, getting his phone and hearing him type away. You knew he was going to see her, and that was your final straw.

It's been a week, and Chris heard nothing from you. Not a text, not a phone call, not a voicemail, not even a single post on any of your social media platforms. He felt like he was going through withdraws-- it got so bad that he stopped texting Aliyah and cut all ties with her. He wanted you back, but who knew that you were serious when you said you were actually going to be gone?

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hey yallll, i arose from the dead. school has been so hard and time consuming so i hope you enjoy this lil thing i pulled out of my ass lol. next part will have smut but it's like filthy, revenge smut yfm. anyway bye i love you

[doyouknowbtsswag]

Should Have Picked Up The Phone |So-Mun|

Sorry this is short

I strolled around the neighborhood shivering at the low temperature. I was originally supposed to be on a date with my boyfriend but he never showed up. Recently he's been canceling dates or leaving me hanging like a fool. All of the pity looks thrown my way by others makes it 10x worse. My mind always makes me wonder if he wants to break up and it makes my heart shatter. I can't help but think of what I did wrong if he doesn't like me anymore. He always says it's because his grandma wandered off again which is valid. I've seen her try to leave and even helped him before but that excuse is getting old. At this point, I wouldn't mind just hanging out at his place if that's the only time I could see him. I haven't seen him in days and even then it's a brief conversation. I walked down the street to my house and saw a man with a hoodie stopped at my door. I quickly hid behind the big dumpster ignoring the awful smell.

"Hello?" I heard the man say as he knocked on my door. "You dropped your ID card so I figured you would want it back."

I scrambled through my bag and looked in my wallet to see if I had actually dropped it but seeing my ID in my bag confused me. Why would he lie about that? I decided it wasn't safe for me to be around here so I quietly and quickly ran away praying I wouldn't trip over my heels. I ran for a good 10 minutes not caring about how much pain my legs and feet were in. I hunched over both of my hands on my knees and tried to catch my breath. I looked around and saw I ended up near the park.

"Mun's house isn't far from here maybe he'll be there," I said to myself my breath still shaky.

I grabbed my phone from my purse and made my way to his house. Even if he wasn't home I would be able to lend a hand to his grandparents. I pushed his contact and let the phone ring but he didn't pick up. I called him a few more times scared and upset about everything.

"Come on pick up pick up" I continued to walk but felt like someone was watching me the whole time. This made me call him more and more. I started to speed walk getting closer and closer to his house calling and calling. I hit the call button one last time before having someone grab me from behind. I dropped my phone struggling against the person who grabbed me. The call went directly to voicemail.

"Mun, shouldn't you answer your phone?" Hana said as she walked over to him. "I think you've trained enough today."

"Who was calling?" He asked stepping away from the punching bag and wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Y/n" Hana handed him his phone.

Mun groaned as he took the phone from her hand. "I forgot we had a date tonight"

"Again?" She said.

"She'll understand"

"How would she just understand?"

"I'll just say what I usually do, something came up with my grandparents"

"Shouldn't you just find time? Or take a break for a day" Hana crossed her arms.

"Evil spirits don't take breaks" He argued. "And with everything going on right now I can't afford to fall back"

"You're not the only counter, you can take a day off," Hana said. "Your not alone"

"I'm just nervous Cheong Shin will do something while I'm taking a break," Mun said as his phone vibrated with a text message.

Alternate:

"Call her back quickly," Hana said. "The nights not fully over"

"I-fine I call her back," He said as he called you back but came back with no answer. He sighed as he texted you saying how sorry he was hoping to get a response. He raised an eyebrow confused but slowly turned into worry as he called you again.

"She isn't picking up," Mun said looking at Hana.

"Try calling her again," Hana said now concerned herself.

"Pick up pick up," Mun said as he paced back and forth. "She's not acting petty right?"

"I highly doubt it"

"It picked up!"

" Y/n? What's wrong? Y/n?" He said concerned. "Are you okay?" The panic and concern in his voice was clear.

"So you do know him" The man said but it sounded like there were two people.

"Who's this?" Mun asked unsure if his ears were deceiving him or not. He was only met with a deep chuckle from the other end of the phone.

"Your worst nightmare" The man grinned. "She might have been safe if you picked up the phone"

[pink-valkyrie-writes]

hi! id love to read some good junker queen smut since i cant find much! would you be open to writing hard-dom odessa? no worries if not thanks in advance!

omg first full smut👀👀 i’m excited hehe, gracie will making her debut- thank you for requesting andI hoep you like it!! <3 :)

Beg For Your Queen

-Junker Queen x fem!reader

-warnings: smut, dom!Junker Queen, sub!reader, pussy eating, use of strap on, bondage, blindfold, spanking, degradation, name calling, knife play, spit as lube, praise and aftercare at the end <3

Odessa has always had a had a soft spot for you. To her, you were her small, fragile girlfriend. The dynamic between you too showed you both as a tough and rough queen and her soft and calm partner. But you always love to show her how much you can handle.

"You remember our word, yeah?" Odessa asked you, finishing tying up the rope that held your hands behind you back. You nodded but yelped after the smack you received on your ass, "Don't nod. Say 'yes my queen'," she whispered into your ear.

Turning your head around, you smiled at her, "Yes, my queen..". Odessa smiled back, "Good girl...Now, here comes the blindfold," she said, taking the thin black cloth and wrapping it around your head to cover your eyes.

You can't see anything, but you can her get up and circle around you like a hungry shark. You felt your excitement rise as you hear her clothes and accessories drop to the floor. Feeling her nails run across your back, "Are you ready to please your queen, slut?" Your girlfriend asked. "Yes, my queen," you bit your bottom lip. The ropes that covered you torso were starting to feel hot against your skin and leave marks for Odessa to run her fingers across later. The cold floor of your shared bedroom contrasted with the heat your body produced.

Grabbing your hair, she made tilt your head up, "Do you want to eat your queen out? Taste her on your tongue?" she asked, her cunt close to your face. Close enough to feel your hot, shaky breaths against her bare skin. "Yes, my queen. I want to taste you on my tongue," you told her, seeming almost out of breath already. She pulled your face in, immediately feeling your tongue lick her slit.

Her height made it easy for you to sit on your knees and eat her out. She kept her hand firm on your head, not letting you pull away. She loved watching the way you moan as you suck on her clit. "You like have a mouth full of my pussy don't you? Filthy whore.." Odessa moaned. You pulled away for a breath and to tell her, "Yes I do, I love having my queen's pussy in my mouth," you said hurriedly, going back to tasting her.

Hearing her moan loudly was always a reward. It instantly made you wet to hear how loud she moans when you use your tongue on her. She muttered curses under her breath, slowly bucking her hips to meet with the rhythm of your tongue. Hearing her say 'fuck' or 'oh shit' was an instant turn on, especially when it progressively got more whiney as you drive her closer to climax. At this point she was riding your face, your nose bumping her clit and she rode your tongue.

"That's it, make me cum..!" she said. Her grip on your hair got tighter as she held you still to cum on your tongue. When the gripped loosened, she pulled you face back. Your cheeks were flushed and hot, chin and lips drenched in her own cum. "Now, now, don't waste it...Lick it all up," she ordered. You felt her two fingers helped collect the juices that were on your face and shoved into your face. You gagged at the intention roughness, but followed her instructions of cleaning her fingers of her own cum.

Odessa pulled her fingers away and grabbed you by the ropes of were strapped around your breast, making you stand up on your feet. You hissed in slight pain, the ropes against your back was rubbing your skin. She wasn't going to be gentle with you tonight.

Odessa laid you on you back, climbing on top of you to sit on your lap. "A special friend wants to greet ya...Come here Gracie.." She said in a teasing voice. You knew who Gracie was and how talented Odessa is with her. You felt sharp metal drag across you right breast, feeling it dragged over to the left one. You felt yourself get wet as you tried to clench your thighs together, but Odessa's larger and stronger figure stopped you.

"Such a naughty little bitch, huh? You like having a knife graze against your skin, even if it cuts you?" she asked, now dragging the blade of the side of your torse, adding the slightest bit of pressure. You yelped, "Mmm, I do! I love when you use Gracie on me..." you whimpered, feeling the knife rest on your thigh. Odessa slowly and carefully began to carve into your skin. You and Odessa have done this before, you trusted her that she wouldn't hurt you or cut too deep.

Odessa carved her initials "J.Q" making her print on you. She decided to add a heart next to the initials. She smiled to herself, 'So cute'. Odessa moved to your other thigh and simply craved "mine". Odessa moved to your stomach, carving the word "whore" into your stomach.

The stinging feeling was engraved into your body. You felt her strong figure get off of your lap, you missed her warmth. Odessa got up and grabbed the strap that was left from earlier, slipping and strapping it onto her body. She always like to tighten the harness a bit tighter, she likes to feel the strap rub into her skin and leave marks after.

"Come here.." she said. She roughly flipping you over onto your knees, head pressed into the mattress. "You ready to get fucked by your queen, yeah?" she asked, rubbing her hands over your ass before slapping her handprint into one cheek. You bit your lip, holding back your moan, "yes, my queen. I want to feel you in me..." you whined. Odessa leaned down, licking up your cunt. You moaned as she flicked her tongue against your clit. "Odessa.." you groaned, feeling another slap. She kept licking at your slit, running her tongue piercing at your clit.

You wanted nothing more than her to make you cum with her tongue, but soon she pulled away. You whined at loss of her mouth, earning a slap, "Greedy aren't ya? Nothing but a filthy slut who wants my mouth of her clit?" Odessa said, slapping your ass at every other word. You tried to ignore the stinging pain on your ass, now feeling something touch your entrance.

Odessa ran the dildo that was strapped to her up and down your pussy, "You're so wet, bet I can slide right in.." She said, dipping the tip into your needy hole. You nodded, "Yesyesyes, please put it in, my queen..! I need you to fuck me," you begged trying to push yourself down her. Just by trying that, you earned another slap.

Then Odessa spit on your cunt, "Get ready baby.." she said, sliding into you fully. You barely had time to adjust to the size before she started thrusting into you. You couldn't help yourself but moan loud like a common whore, she felt too good. Odessa watched how your ass jiggled every time you bounced back on her.

"Who's my dirty girl?"

"I am! I am, my queen!"

You felt dirty saying things like this, but it felt so good. Later you know it'll be embarrassing to think about, but not right now. The ropes were kissing your skin with burns on your wrists as you were fumbling against your restraints. Odessa grabbed you by your tied wrists, using it as leverage to help her fuck your cunt.

Your girlfriend was going so hard, you felt like she was knocking the wind out of you with every thrust. "Tell me whore, how does it feel being fucked by junker royalty?" she asked, breathing heavily.

"My queen, you feel so good...! I love how you fuck my pussy so roughly! Please don't stop!" you pleaded, feeling yourself close. The sounds you were making, your blindfold covering your sight, the slapping on skin echoing in your room, the burning feeling of your knife markings and your ropes all added to the pleasure.

She loved watching you crumbled beneath her. She decided last night to snatch off your blindfold. Your eyelids fluttered, the sudden light catching you off guard. Odessa looked into your eyes, pupils dilated due to pleasure, "Look as me when you cum, I want ya to look at me and scream my name baby..." she ordered.

Using your wrist restraints again, she pulled you up off the bed and held you close to her chest, looking down into your eyes. You could've of cried of how good you felt, "Fuck, Odessa I'm gonna cum..! Odessa!" you cried out.

She grabbed you by your face, making you keep your eyes on her while you came. Odessa helped you ride out your orgasm, "That's it, such a good girl.." she praised you, slowing down before stopping to pull out of you. Odessa laid you down on the bed gently, being aware of how sore you could be. "You did so good, babe.. Here lemme help ya," she whispered, grabbing Gracie to cut your restraints. You hummed at the feeling no longer being tied up, feeling more relaxed now.

Odessa undressed herself from her strap, leaving your shared room to grabbed ointments for your markings, water and a rag. When she came back, she immediately cleaned you up and put the ointment cream on your body.

You sat on her her lap, drank your water, and felt her fingers rub the cream into your skin, "Did I go too hard at all?" she asked, kissing your forehead. You shook your head, "No, you were perfect Dez," you smiled, leaning up to kiss her cheek. You pulled her face closer to yours, "Even then, I love it when you're rough with me," you told her, kissing her on her lips.

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[irusughost]

Tim Bradford

"Thank you again Y/N, I really appreciate you being here for me and Chris" Lucy thanked me again, passing me the cup of freshly made coffee. "No need to thank me, you're my friend" I smiled sweetly at her as I sat beside Chris on the coach. "How are you doing Chris? And don't lie to me, we're both survivors of Rosalin. I know what sh... it does to you" I pat his knee softly. He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a knock on the door. "You expecting a guest Lucy?" I asked as I rose slowly from the coach, hand floating above my gun. "No" She replies, walking cautiously to the door. I watch intensely as she turns the handle. "Tim?" Lucy asks. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. However, a sadness washed over me. Why was he here? He told me he was too busy to hang out today. His eyes met mine. "Oh Y/N Hi" I rolled my eyes and sat beside Chris. Chris looked at me sending me a warm smile, which I returned. He told me he was busy but turns up at Lucy's. I keep pushing this feeling away but he's making it hard for me, I gathered that Tim and Lucy had something going on ever since they came back from Vegas.

"Did you want to come in?" I didn't hear his reply but did hear his footsteps enter the flat, which told me instantly what his answer was. Tim carefully sat beside me, and awkward silence surrounded us. *Buzz Buzz* Saved by the bell!! I answered my phone quickly, rising to my feet as I check the ID "Lopez". I slid the green button across my screen, bringing the phone to my hear. "Y/N ah thank god" She sounded out of breath and in panic. "Lopez, you okay?" I ask. "Yes I just have a situation, Wesley is at work and I've been called in. The nanny is busy and so is Wesley's mom. Can you please come and watch Jack?" I grab my jacket and rush to put my shoes on. "Y/N what happened?" Lucy asked with concern in her voice. "Lopez has a work emergency so I'm going to watch baby Jack" She nodded understandably. Tim got up off the sofa and made his way towards me. "I'll come with you". I look up from my shoes and met Tim's eyes. "I'm good thank you" I said rather fast. I opened the door taking a step out. "At least let me drop you off, I know your cars not here. I didn't see it" .Did he check to see if I was here? Maybe he wouldn't have come if he knew I was here. I had to get to Lopez' as soon as possible to I agreed.

The car journey was silent, neither one of us started a conversation. We just sat in silence listening to the radio. "Y/N.." "I don't actually feel like talking Tim" I heard him sigh, hands turning white as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

We finally arrived, the ten minute journey felt like two hours. I jumped out the car muttering a small thank you, and made my way up the path to the Ever's residence. I raised my fist to knock but the door swung open before I could, baby Jack was thrown in my hands and Lopez zoomed passed me. "Thank you" she shouted as she ran to her car. As my eyes follow her I noticed Tim's car still there. I close my eyes taking a deep breath before I turn around and walk into the apartment.

Part2??

[sighsebstan]

but like....what happens after she opens the door for logan....like theoretically what happens (asking for a friend)

ok just for your friend ill make a pt 2 of the stream of consciousness love triangle drama fest-

when you open the door youre looking down because you dont want to look logan in the face and hes speaking to you in the softest voice he can ‘alright let me in, were talking about this’ and you step aside to let him in and he sits on one end of the couch looking at you while you close the door and take the far end of the couch with your legs scrunched up facing him which honestly is how you usually sit but its also convenient rn bc you can easily tuck your face in if you get too embarrassed again but anyway youre like ‘i know what youre gonna say-‘ but he cuts you off with a faux exasperated chuckle and it makes you look him in the eye finally and that oddly centers you ‘then will ya let me say it?’ and you dont have the ability to deny him shit especially when his eyes are staring so annoyingly softly at you and so he says ‘i think you know how i feel about you, i clearly care about you, a lot, and nothings changing that,’ hes speaking slowly and you can tell hes trying to carefully choose his words in the moment but then he takes a beat and a deep breath before he finishes his thought with ‘but wades got a point kiddo, the way i see you- the way i see us- this isnt gonna be a romantic thing’ and then ofc the tears start forming in your eyes again but this time a tear drop starts to fall down your cheek and logan gets closer so that he can put a hand on your knee while you stare up at the ceiling (and like fuck u for that logan but also you dont budge or ask him to move his hand bc <33) ‘the thing is that i know that’ you start ‘ its just that i have a ridiculous crush on you and i cant see it going away’ and it was an act of your heart betraying your brain bc your brain tells you to just accept the care and comfort that logan has always shown you platonic or not but your heart is a stupid bitch and a stubborn bitch and struggles to move on and your words hang in the air for the worlds longest minute before logan speaks up again ‘can you try? i know it might be asking a lot but ive lost enough and i really need you in my life,, youre like my own personal anchor being’ you had to snort laugh when he said that and you looked down where his hand was on your knee and youre like ‘wow that was really corny’ and he laughed with you in agreement and says ‘yeah i knew you werent gonna let that slide’ and then you shifted so that you were curled up in his side and he could have his arm around your shoulder caressing your hair which was not new to either of you and eventually he can hear your heartbeat steadily go back to a normal rhythm and he goes ‘so the wade thing’ and youre like ‘yeah the wade thing…..’ and your heart rate is right back up and he asks ‘have you ever thought of him?? like that??’ and you honestly told him ‘i didnt know it was an option i guess? it never crossed my mind he could see me like that’ and ever the wingman logan goes ‘it might be worth a shot? i mean, you know if he ever does anything to you id do whatever i can to fuckin kill him so its not like theres much to lose’ and you scoff even though you know hes being absolutely truthful and you go ‘yeah…’ and for a second you think about how great it could be with your bestie who you admittedly think is hot and you obviously love spending time with , but then again in your head your like ‘except i could lose my best friend’

[shiestys0rcerer]

Hiraeth- S.G

﹒⋆ homesickness for a home to which you cannot return ﹒⋆

✧ Suguru Geto x Oc, eventual Satoru Gojo x Reader

✧ warnings : harassment?, cringe maybe, a work in progress

✧ Hireath Series: Chapter One

✧ Authors Note: Posted this on Wattpad but wanted to try it on tumblr, lmk what yall think :3 My first time writing so this might be a little ass but trust I have a vision 🙌, also this is kinda like a flashback? It’s just how they started dating tbh. NOT REVISED!!

✧ Summary: She wasn't exactly sure what made her realize she was in love with him. It could've been the fact that her heart raced when his eyes lingered on her a second longer than usual, or maybe it was the mere fact she constantly daydreamed about doing things with him that crossed the line of friendship.

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2005

The three teens walked through the park together. The beautiful scenery around them began to show as the sun started to set, creating a beautiful gold overcast that filled the sky. The occasional gentle breeze of wind offered a cool contrast to the warm weather.

"I must admit I enjoy moments like these. It's nice not having any work to do." Suguru spoke.

"Exactly! No cursed spirits, no teachers, no higher ups, just putting an end to the day by being at the park with my best friends.” Gojo sighed as he walked with his hands behind his head.

"Please don't jinx us, the moment you say anything positive we'll end up having to deal with some stupid cursed spirit." Sayori groaned as she walked behind the two.

"C'mon lighten up. It's not often we get a chance to be off duty all at the same time." Gojo said as he turned to look at her.

"Oh believe me I'm beyond ecstatic about this, I just don't want our peace ruined by getting a random assigned mission before we even get there." Sayori explained.

The three continued talking as they strolled down the walking trail for another ten minutes before they arrived at an open area. There were people scattered all over the place. Families were sat on blankets, having picnics. Children ran around in groups playing. Even the occasional couple on their romantic evening walked by. Overall it was a nice change of scenery for the young sorcerers.

They instantly made their way to the first empty spot they saw. They spread out their blanket on the floor and began setting up their picnic. Once all the food was laid out they grabbed a plate and began loading it up with food.

"Damn leave some food for the rest of us." Sayori said as she looked at Gojo's plate.

"What? I'm hungry." He argued.

"You're always hungry." Suguru deadpanned as he grabbed a napkin.

"I am not!" He bickered as he placed his hand over his chest in an offended manner.

"No, no he's right, you were literally eating the dessert we packed in my bag on the way here." Sayori laughed.

The trio continued talking and eating for awhile before Satoru's phone rang. He checked the caller ID and instantly picked up. Silence fell over the other two as they watched his face drop with the quick conversation.

"Yaga called. Said he needed me to come in because the higher ups want to talk to me." Satoru groaned as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Do you want us to go back with you?" Suguru asked as he watched Satoru get up.

"Nah, it's fine. You guys enjoy the rest of your day, I'll see you two later." He said waving his hand as he walked off.

Silence once again fell over the two. It wasn't often Sayori got the chance to hang out with Suguru alone. Though she was excited she'd finally be able to talk to him without Gojo interfering every two seconds. If anything this worked out perfectly. They had the rest of the day free, maybe she could find the time and courage to tell him how she felt.

"Well at least it wasn't us." She broke the silence as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

"Yeah thankfully.” Suguru replied, before he stood up and began stretching. He closed his eyes as he pulled his arms behind his head, his shirt lifting up a little, revealing his torso.

Sayori very quickly took notice of his skin and shamelessly kept watching as he stretched. Though her trance was broken when the wind picked up and almost blew away the empty plastic wrappers laying on the blanket. As soon as she went to grab them he stopped stretching.

"Stupid trash ruining the moment." She mumbled quietly as she crumbled the wrapper. After being broken from her trance she decided to clean up and collect all the trash in the bag they brought the food in.

As Sayori began to walk over to the trash bin she noticed a man standing by a tree. She accidentally locked eyes with him, but she just looked away and carried on. When she looked back up she noticed he started walking towards the trash bin as well. Though she still shrugged it off and continued on. However he reached the bins and just stood there.

"Oh god please don't let him start talking to me. Just let me do this one thing in peace." She prayed as she reached the bin.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here alone?" The man whistled. He didn't look homeless but he reeked of alcohol.

"Why the hell do I even bother." Sayori groaned mentally as the emptied the bag in the trash.

"Come home with me baby, I can give you some company and show you a good time." The man continued, a smirk growing on his face.

"Ew.." the only thought that ran through her mind.

"Ah! No thank you!." She declined as she waved him off and turned around.

"It's not like you have a boyfriend anyways so just come home with me." He snapped.

"Oh so he's just an asshole, got it!" She remarked mentally rolling her eyes.

At the moment she could've just knocked him out. Even without her cursed technique she could easily overpower him in a second. Though something in his statement struck a cord and left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"What makes you think I wouldn't have a boyfriend?”Sayori asked.

"Because you're alone, and even if you did have a boyfriend, what kind of idiot lets his woman walk off alone. A real man like me wouldn't treat you that way." He slurred.

"A real man wouldn't harass a girl at the park either but okay." She thought to herself.

"He doesn't control my every move. I left to throw away the trash from our date. That I was very much enjoying until you came along." She lied as she looked him up and down.

"Hm, not buying the excuse, sorry sweetheart." The man said with a smug look on his face. Sayori was one step away from punching him, but she was set on proving him wrong

"Hey, Suguru! Can you please come here!" She called.

"Man, I hope this doesn't make things weird between us, hopefully he'll understand.."

Suguru was better than this man in every way possibly. Suguru was tall, caring, sweet, and attractive. The drunk on the other hand lacked in every category a woman could have for her standard in men.

Once he heard her calling he immediately walked over. Taking notice of the man, and Sayori's happy face he couldn't help but feel confused. He walked up  to the side of her, and she immediately snaked her hand around his waist, taking him by surprise.

"Well you wanted to see my boyfriend so.. here he is." Sayori smiled.

Suguru, now understanding his role in the situation, smirks as he relaxes his shoulders. He rested his hand on the small of Sayori's back, causing her to freeze for a second.

"I'm sorry, baby is this drunk bothering you?" Suguru cooed as he played along.

Sayori’s mind quite literally exploded in that moment. The nickname itself made her face heat up. Though for the sake of her act..and selfishly her self, she continued to play along.

The mans eyes just widened in shock. Which honestly was enough of a reaction for Sayori but she wanted to see how far she could push it.

"Yup, and get this, said you were an idiot for letting me out of your sight." Sayori added.

"Maybe I am for letting my you walk around while's there jobless drunks patrolling the area. C'mon my love we're leaving. Suguru said locking eyes with the man, who still was wide eyed. Though Sayori was almost matching his expression. She was in complete shock of his response to this situation.

"Keep it together, you look just as shocked as the drunk." Sayori thought as she regained her composure.

Suguru turned to walk away, still intertwined with Sayori, though as much as she wanted to stay that way, she let go and ran back to the drunk.

"Too late sweetheart you missed your chance.” The man smirked. 

Though it didn't last long because as soon as Sayori was a foot away from him her fist make quick contact with his face. Knocking him out cold. She immediately ran back to Suguru and grabbed his hand and ran with him to a different spot.

They made their way to a tree a good distance from the drunk man, and stood under it. It was closer to the pond and had an overall nicer view than where they were before. However it was far from others, and in a more secluded area. 

"I can't believe you just punched him like that." Suguru said almost astonished.

"Hopefully he'll wake up and realize that harassing girls in the park is a dick move. Or maybe the police will pick him up and take him in for being passed out drunk in public. Either way it's a win-win. He learns a a valuable lesson and I get the satisfaction of seeing the shock on his face when you came in." She said with a sense of justice in her voice.

Sayori looked at Suguru before turning to the view. The sun had begun to set, casting a beautiful mix of purple in the sky. The moon had been just starting to rise and peaked out through the purple sky. Below it was the pond, which still had a few people in the little swan boats pedaling around.

"The view is beautiful isn't it?" Sayori asked as she sat down and looked out at the pond.

"It is." Suguru simply replied smiling as he looked at her.

She could still feel his gaze on her. This felt like a dream. Almost everything she has wished for has come true today in one form or another. Without giving it another thought she opened her mouth.

"Hey Suguru… I'm in love with you." She admitted, her gaze still focused on the pond as her heart beat picked up.

He laughed quietly, before he spoke. “I‘ve waited so long to hear those words.”

[preciadosbass]

9/8/24 [draft from friday — DAY OF THE TRIBUTE CONCERT!! i promise this gets interesting]

woke up at 9 watched the rest of that pierce the veil giant jenga interview while feeding boris. afterwards i got dressed into the same thing as yesterday because it was all set out [silverstein shirt, checkered black + white/black and red studded belts, knee high converse, band bracelets, diy can tab necklace, a big-ish chain, black ripped skinny jeans, danger days mcr zip up, and my pin covered backpack.]

once id done i rushed outside to cuddle with him [boris] and tried to spend as much time with him as possible before leaving. i came back inside at 10:35 and straightened my hair with the new straighteners that my hairdresser dropped off. it didn’t work even though i was doing the exact thing she had done previously when i got my hair dyed for the first time so i tried again. once that didn’t work my mum called my hairdresser and she gave me some tips but i ended up doing my hair AGAIN [11] with the old straighteners and it sort of worked, but my hair obviously looked fried.

once that was over and done with i checked on boris and made an outfit check for the fell out boy + the black charade concert. at 12 my mum handed me one of my depop packages thatd come so i opened it in my room and it was my frank iero + gerard way posters!! on the back of the frank one [showing his tattoos at the time] was a poster of the band in full; the back of the gerard photo had two extra photos of ray + mikey and text that im yet to read; and the back of a mcr poster with a little text about mcr being anti objectifying [etc] had frank explaining the meanings behind his tattoos. [photos at end]

i also took a few photos of this deceased moth my dad found for me a few months ago. i’ve been meaning to for ages because i know it’s too far gone for me to actually preserve it. because i was already ready to leave i kind of just paced around and went over to boris every now and then while watching jackass edits. i said my long goodbyes to boris and we left for the hotel at 1. i once again listened to the [unconfirmed] concert setlist on the way there. the drive was about 3 hours and once we’d eventually got to bedford we put all our stuff in the hotel room and set off to do some charity shopping [thrifting].

just like yesterday, there was only around 2 that were open and none of my family had any luck — but we did see two unopened shops and kept them in mind to possibly check out tomorrow before leaving for home. after that and briefly looking around town we went back to the hotel. my parents stayed there with me and my sister for a while until going out for dinner. while they were away, my sister connected her nintendo switch to the tv and i played a few silly games with her.

this lasted up until 7:10 when my parents got back. i hadn’t been told what time the concert was and my dad just so happened to check the time and we had to leave. thank god he checked because we would’ve missed it otherwise. we left just 5 minutes later and rushed around town. we tried to go through a shopping centre as a shortcut, but we got halfway in before we were told that the door in the direction we were heading had already been locked. so we frantically got out and started asking people where the venue was.

we did ask people earlier but nobody knew. we came across this really friendly couple that asked who were we’re going to see and i honestly thought they were about to come along. they seemed to so into the whole thing. when had thanked them and were walking off i heard the woman say something to her partner and i’m suspecting it was about both me and my dad dressing matching with our clothes. we arrived at the venue at 7:40 with quite a decent amount of time to spare. my dad asked the security woman where the best area for us to stand would be [due to our height] and she showed us to a heightened platform. we went to stand there but saw the barrier was somehow not even full.

i stood right in the centre of the stage at the barrier. i took a few photos of my place in the crowd because i’ll probably never be this close to a live band ever again and took a few selfies with my dad. the concert started at 8:10. fell out boy we’re on first and they were phenomenal. most of the stuff they played were from american beauty/american psycho so there were a few songs i didn’t know off by heart. i took lots of videos and finally had the chance to jump when ‘patrick’ jestured to. with the other two concerts i’ve been to i haven’t been able to because at cavalera conspiracy, i was seated; and at pierce the veil, i was perched on a pillar on the tips of my toes. i really liked the way ‘pete’ played bass. the guy singing as patrick also pointed at me a ton and gave me the mic for the song saturday. it was AWESOME.

here are the songs i know they played: ‘love from the other side’, ‘the phoenix’, ‘uma thurman’, ‘grand theft autumn/where is your boy tonight’, ‘a little less sixteen candles, a little more “touch me”’, ‘this ain’t a scene, it’s an arms race’, ‘saturday’ [‘gerard way’ came out for the screaming part], ‘i don’t care’, ‘centuries’, ‘thnks fr th mmrs’, ‘my songs know what you did in the dark’ [[light em up]], and ‘sugar, we’re goin down’. during the interval the person next to me complimented my dads pierce the veil shirt and we joked about it because it’s mine, he was just dressed up like me. the same person asked if i’d seen pierce the the veil and said they went to a show too. my dad also got me a pint of water and i tucked it behind the amp infront of me.

at 9:30 ‘the foundations of decay’ started playing so me + everyone else knew that the mcr tribute would be on soon. sure enough they did, in the killjoys outfits. [‘gerard’ had even put on a bright red wig] i especially loved the whole atmosphere even more when they came on. everyone got extra pumped as soon as they started playing and admittedly i did too after seeing mikey’s signature bass and the person playing his ‘role’. they played nanana first and i didn’t see in the moment, but my dad was singing along to it. at 10 there was a small interval and the band switched into black parade outfits — and OH MY GOD did ‘frank’ act so much like actual frank. nobody was really recording ‘mikey’ and when he noticed i was, he looked at me directly [a couple times] and purposely went up to front and played his bass on the speaker infront of me. also, when they played ‘i don’t love you’ ‘gerard’ came into the crowd and at one point was right behind me and i didn’t notice for ages XD

it’s magical when there’s nothing like this around your actual area and this is the closest you’ll get. seeing someone act as mikey is enough for me. the songs i know they played were: ‘look alive sunshine’ [i was full on screaming this im so surprised i didn’t mess up like i usually do], ‘nanana’, ‘this is how i disappear’, ‘the sharpest lives’, planetary [[GO!]], ‘thank you for the venom’, ‘helena’, ‘the end.’, ‘dead!’, ‘mama’, ‘teenagers’, ‘famous last words’, ‘im not okay [[i promise]], ‘welcome to the black parade’ [‘frank’ went right infront of me and pointed at my camera during this]

the concert finished at 10:30 [they took a photo of them + the crowd and mikey sat on my water lmaoa] and i had a look at the merch before realising my dad had walked off. when i found him he was asking if they had any setlists and the backing guitarist from fell out boy shook his head but he got me a black charade pick from his amp which is 100x better!!!! [photo at end] on the way out of the venue i got a picture with ‘gerard’ and went on about the pick and the bass the entire walk back to the hotel. [media of concert at end.] once we’d gotten back to our room i told mum about the concert and showed her a few videos. afterwards i noticed jackass was on tv so i watched that for a while up until 1 when i had a tiny nap.

my sister got to sleep quite quickly so after getting into my onesie i asked my parents questions about boris. my mum got mad because of how panicky i was getting but i did eventually finish and then said goodnight to boris via a picture of him while sitting in the bathtub [😭]. im not sure when i went to sleep, but i’m guessing 2:30. photos below ⬇️

have a good day/night O_o

[specialagentlokitty]

Castle x reader - not what I thought

Part two:

A/N: thanks to @nyxiethesimp for helping with this part💜

Can you do part two of not what I thought where Reader sees Castle where she was and her pack kidnapped him so that Reader can get her revenge, but she doesn't because she realizes from Jason that it was Beckett who convinced Castle that it was her that did it due to the evidence that was planted by one of her pack members? And maybe Castle got turned by one of the Reader's pack member by complete accident? If not it's cool. - Anon💜

Castle stood in front of the screen, watching the live footage of you they had, a way to keep an eye on you while they worked on the case.

“Wow, I didn’t know they had massive houses there.” Ryan said.

“Most werewolves come from a line of prestigious families, a lot of them are really wealthy it’s why they don’t usually work.” Jason said.

They glanced at him.

“So, what does that make you aside from a werewolf attorney?” Esposito asked.

Jason glanced at him, flashing him a smile.

“Warlock, most of us attorneys will be warlocks as our magic can be used to contain our clients if need be.”

“Do you get to chose your jobs?” Castle asked him.

Jason turned away from the footage, shaking his head.

“No, we submit a series of exam scores, and then our chosen city decide what we would best be suited for and fund our education if it’s needed.”

Beckett turned to him.

“So, (Y/N) didn’t choose to be a detective?”

“I can’t reveal that information, it is not my place to say. I can tell you my client loved their job.”

“Can you tell us anything to help?”

Jason pointed to the screen, tapping it a couple of taps.

“Just watch, perhaps what you see will not be a cold blooded killer.”

With that Jason walked away, and they all turned back to the screen, watching as you stood in front of a large house.

Most days you would do this, just stand in front of the house.

Nobody would come out, but you would stand there for a while before you would leave, in your departure a handful of small flowers left on the doorstep that usually got swept away by the wind.

You crouched down, resting your arms on your knees, staring at the doors.

More specifically the marking that was on the door.

“You know staring at the house will not change anything.”

“I’m aware Jason, just like I’m aware you should be in the city.”

“Regular checkup, it only takes a few seconds to places a doorway between here and there.”

You turned your gaze to him, and slowly stood up.

“They’re watching.”

“I don’t care.”

“They can see that symbol, and it’s only a matter of time until they find out what it means.”

You said nothing, you simply turned around and began to walk away.

“They can help you, you just need to stop being so stubborn!”

You spun around, a deep growl rumbling through you.

“They turned their backs on me!”

“I understand that, but they will work this case either way. You know this. You know them.”

You turned around and walked away without a word.

You didn’t care, you didn’t care they were watching right now, you didn’t care what they were doing.

You wanted nothing more to do with them, so you kept to yourself, even as your phone started to ring the next day.

All you had to do was look at the caller ID and you carried on ignoring them as they tried to call you and text you.

There was a knock on your hotel room door, and you looked up as Jason walked in, holding some papers in his hand.

“You’re free to go, all charges against you have been dropped.”

You frowned, taking the papers from him.

It was an official letter of apology from Beckett, and you tossed it aside, looking at the one underneath it.

“Reinstatement papers.”

You looked at him, dropping them in the floor.

“Come on, you wanted this job ever since you were a kid, don’t throw it away now.”

“Humans aren’t worth anything, and I refuse to go back there. If anything it’s just made me realise how much I despise them. And I would rather be alone.”

He sighed.

“Very well, but should you do wish you are free to return to the city.”

You watched him leave, and you sat there watching your phone ring over and over again.

The noise was driving you insane, everything was getting to you, and you couldn’t do it anymore.

You didn’t want to have to worry about the nonsense of the human world, of being labelled a monster or a threat.

So, you decided you were going to leave, and that’s what you did, you left everything behind, disappearing.

“Anything?” Beckett asked.

“No, straight to voicemail again. The hotel said they checked out a day ago.” Ryan said.

“All their belongings are still in the hotel, Jason is bringing them back now.”

Castle walked in, setting his cup on a desk.

“What’s going on? Is (Y/N) back yet?” He asked.

The three shared a look, they didn’t want to break his heart, but they had no choice in the matter now.

“Castle they’re gone.” Beckett spoke softly.

“Gone where? Are they coming back?”

“No dude they uh.. they’ve left. The moment they were in the clear they left and they’ve not been seen since.”

Castle nearly dropped his cup as he picked it up, so he quickly set it back down.

Ryan handed over his phone and castle carefully watched the footage from a store on the edges on the town.

It was you, walking over, you took a deep breath, and you seemed to debate something and you vanished into the distanced just walking away.

“They left willingly.”

“Well you have to find them!” He snapped.

“We can’t, right now we have a case that still needs solved, but after we can do everything we can to find (Y/N).” Beckett said.

He looked at her, but he nodded his head because he knew she was right.

He turned you could look after yourself, but he still couldn’t help but worry. So, the first chance he got he went to follow your footsteps, trying to find you himself.

Because he needed to apologise.

He did try to ask around, but nobody was willing to talk to him, so he decided to follow your footsteps exactly from where you were last seen.

And that was the biggest mistake he made.

He couldn’t even remember falling unconscious, but when he woke up, he was cold, shivering, and his head hurt.

Slowly sitting up, castle looked around the room, a small bit of light coming in from a vent high in the corner of the room but there was no way to get up there.

He scanned the room, trying to find something to help him, that when he realised he wasn’t alone.

In the corner a large mass of fur curled up, and he froze in fear.

Were they going to kill him? Did they want that animal to do it?

From where he was sat, and where the animal was laid he couldn’t get a better look at it, and he didn’t want to.

He slowly got up, trying to see if there was anything to put some distance between him and the animal, but the moment he got up the animal lifted its head, and he froze.

After a moment of staring at one another, the large wolf slowly put their head back down.

“You’re a werewolf right?” He asked.

It eased his fear a little bit, but not much.

He moved around with a little more ease, but he still couldn’t find a way out, so he slowly sat back down, wrapping his arms around himself.

“Do you know why we’re here?” He asked.

The werewolf made a noise, getting up and walking into a different corner of the room.

“Who are you?”

He carried on trying to ask questions, but he finally came to the conclusion the werewolf wasn’t interested, and he sighed.

The air inside the room was that cold he could see his breath when he breathed, and no matter what he did he couldn’t get warm.

He glanced at the werewolf again, wondering if that’s what you would look like in that form, maybe you were out there right now running around as big as that.

He didn’t know you were right across from him.

“I knew a werewolf…” he mumbled.

This caught your attention, but you kept your gaze away from him.

“They were great… funny… smart… sometimes a bit angry but it wasn’t all the time..”

Castle sighed to himself.

“I promised them I would always have their back… and I turned away from them when they needed it the most…”

You slowly and quietly turned your head to look at him, laying it on the ground.

“They ran away… and I thought maybe I could find them…”

Castle reached into his jacket pocket, and he felt around until he found a photo and he pulled it out with a smile.

“I always keep this photo of them, it’s a group photo but it was the first time they smiled, and it was so bright. I realised I wanted to see them smile more often..”

Castle felt tears in his eyes.

“God I just.. I wish I had told them everything I loved about them… I wish I had just believed them and maybe they wouldn’t have left… they wouldn’t hate me…”

He took a deep breath.

“I screwed up…”

He rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes.

“I shouldn’t have believed Beckett.. she convinced me it was (Y/N), and it wasn’t… but she’d never been wrong before, she was usually right…”

This made your furious, and you held back a growl.

You dug your claws into the floor, of course he would believe her over you, he always did.

“I hope (Y/N) is okay..”

Castle began to tear up as he remembered about his family, and everybody back home who probably had absolutely no idea where he was.

You watched him for a few minutes, and slowly you got up, walking over thin quietly you laid down next to him, curling yourself around him as like a protective wall.

“Thank you..” he whispered.

He laid down, resting his head on your side, trying to get as much warmth as he possible could.

You rested your head on your paws, and you just watched him.

“Do you… think they would forgive me…?” He whispered.

You made a noise, and he chuckled a little.

“I don’t understand werewolf.”

Castle sighed, hands running through your fur.

“I still remember everything they did for me. From helping Alexis, to every single time they saved me. God I wanted to tell them how much I loved them, but I was too worried about what would happen…”

You tensed up a little.

“Maybe I’ll tell them when we get out of here…”

You couldn’t believe what you had just heard, but you didn’t want to let on that you had heard it.

Because how could you know he was telling the truth? For all you knew he could be lying, maybe it was the fear of dying.

But you didn’t exactly want him to die either, so you kept close to him, keeping him as warm as possible at the expense of your own health.

You had to keep him safe, and alive, for everybody who was waiting for him to come home, everybody who was looking for him.

Sometimes he would ramble, but other times he would just stay quiet.

And you weren’t sure how long he had left, but in your desperation to keep him alive when the door opened you didn’t care who it was, you were immediately alert.

You snarled, baring your teeth and snapping your jaws at anybody who got close.

But when castle willingly went over you tried to get up to follow him, but you had been in that room much longer then him, and the cold had taken its toll.

“Hey, come on, it’s alright.” Ryan smiled.

You fell to the floor, and your body changed back to your human form.

Pale, hurt, covered in died blood.

“(Y/N)!” Esposito and Ryan yelled.

Beckett and castle spun around down the hallway to see the two men rushing out of the room, one holding your unconscious body while the other was in the phone.

Castle couldn’t believe his eyes, he just stared at you until his body gave way to exhaustion, and he fell to the floor

[meiko3323]

Maxine (Arlefuri kiddo)

finally decided its time to sit down and finish designing her! you may see this is just a sketch, as ive yet to finalize the colour scheme of her outfit, im still weighing my options. split bw black and lavender/ purple for the dominant colour. the former looks cool, but the latter prob fits her motif better. anyway, for now let me tell you a bit more abt her:

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Name: Maxine (prefers Max for short)

Pronouns: she/ her

Vision: (undecided)

Weapon: (undecided)

outfit details (in case its hard to read):

- has an arm band on her right arm, gifted to her by her friend [REDACTED]. it has the (teyvatian) letter M embroidered on it, for her first name

- has a side pouch on her belt w some basic first aid stuff and dog treats

- short fingerless gloves on both hands

- has both elbow and knee guards that are in a water drop shape w an X inside

- has a dagger strapped to the top of her left boot

- forgot to note: the center bit on top of her tie is a romaritime flower, to mirror the one on her head

About Max (childhood):

due to Arlecchino often having to be away on Harbinger/ Fatui missions, Max was raised mainly by Furina. that said, Arle does try her best to be there for her daughter, spending time w her whenever shes free, and often brings Max little souvenirs from her travels.

while Max was a baby, Furina took a sabbatical from her directing work to raise her. she instilled in Max an appreciation of the arts, with her skillful reenactments, and puppet shows of various plays and stories. once Max is a bit older, Furina starts taking up jobs again, leaving her child in Neuvillettes care at the Palais Mermonia, and picking her up at the end of the day. Neuvi doesnt mind, as Max is a well-behaved kid and either brings books w her to read, or draws while shes there. Sedene and the other melusines take a shine to her, making sure Max never has a shortage of snacks and tea throughout the day.

About Martin:

Martin is her loyal canine companion. she found him as a puppy, tangled in some fishing nets. of course she begs her parents to take him in, and they acquiesce on the condition that he is her responsibility now. since then Martin never leaves her side, even accompanying her on Hearth missions

About Max (hobbies): Max really likes nature, and ever since she found Martin stuck in nets carelessly left behind by some fishers, she took to cleaning litter in her free time.

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i think thats all ive got for now ^^

im a sucker for animal companions, so ofc i had to give her a dog. he is named Martin after my dads german shepherd he had when i was a baby 🐶

Max's redacted friend that gave her the arm band is a future oc im working on cuz yes, shes gonna have friends, two of them in fact! no spoilers as to which genshin couples theyll be kiddos of, but any of yall that know me will probably have some good guesses 😸

still cant believe i went from thinking id never design an oc, to having a whole 3 now

thank you to my entire hoyofam for inspiring me and cheering me on thru this process, yalls fervent support means the world to me 💕

[theshippirate22]

As duly promised, it's Hunter trauma hour on the ship. *Muah* to @your-stranger-halfblood-things and @ineffablyat221bboilingisles for being the most excellent audience a girl could ask for. TW: Implied suicide, vomiting, blood

There were damp sticky spots on both sides of Hunter’s legs. 

His grip tightened on his calves and forced his kneecaps tighter against his temples. 

Kristen, the poor paramedic, tried speaking to him again. It had been about fifteen minutes since the team had originally arrived and Jake had gotten him out of the house and onto the front step, at which point his head went between his knees and didn’t come up again. 

He was lucky, Kristen thought. She’d had to prepare herself in the ambulance on the way over to come upon the scene. She expected blood, maybe gore. It happened with suicides and it was nauseating. 

Not this time though. There was blood, but not much. She’d hit her head as she went down and that’s where it was from, but it really wasn’t much. 

Hunter had tried to clean it off of her. That’s how Jake and Kristen had found him, frantically wiping blood from her head like that would be enough to heal her. Now, his hands were smeared in it and there were hand prints on either side of his legs from where he grabbed at them. It would never come out of his jeans. As if he’d ever want to wear the jeans again. She was sure if he ever managed to get the jeans on again, it would end with him keeled over a toilet, hyperventilating. 

Because he wasn’t lucky. There was nothing lucky about it. Gore or not, this would arguably be the most horrific thing he’d ever see in his whole life. That happened with suicides too.

Jake and Mitch had gotten the girl's body on the stretcher and draped a sheet over it. Kristen stopped trying to get Hunter's attention while they wheeled it out, in fear that he would see it and simply disappear between his legs again.

People from the neighborhood had started to come out into their yards to stare morbidly at the scene unfolding. Come to gawk at the police cruisers and silent ambulance and the poor girl next door who was dead. Fucking dead.

Jake and Mitch hoisted the body into the ambulance. An officer came out of the house and reported, "We've gotten a hold of the dad. He's gonna meet us at the hospital for the autopsy. She's been IDed, more or less, but we'll get a confirmation from him."

Kristen looked over in time to see the car veer to a stop at the curb and the artificial red-haired woman that leapt out in a panic. "HUNTER!" She cried, running up the grass to him.

Hunter, at the sound of her voice, lifted his head finally and dropped his shoulders in relief. "Missy?"

"Hunter, oh God, Hunter, my god," she rambled incoherently, smoothing his hair and holding his face consolingly.

"What are you doing here?" He mumbled, pulling her palm from the corner of his mouth.

"What..." she fell silent. "You called me. Remember? You said... You... Remember...? Hunter....?"

Hunter tore his face away in just enough to lean over the porch step and vomit into the flowerbed.

"Yeah, I've got it," Missy murmured, pulling out her phone to relay Hunter's number to the police deputy asking about it.

"Just have him come by the station when he's, uh, not... when he's feeling better," he said awkwardly, copying the number down on his notepad. Then, he added apologetically, "We have to get a statement."

"Mmhmm," she nodded numbly. "Normally, he'd be... happy to comply... it's, um, you know."

The deputy nodded, equally uncomfortably.

They had had Missy ID Amber too, just in case, and just the sight of her nearly had Missy joining Hunter keeled over the mulch. Now, the ambulance was heading down the street to the hospital in heavy, grotesque silence.

Hunter had thrown up twice more, and then plunged between his knees again. He had mumbled "I should go with her..." as they started to drive off, and Missy had reassured gently that it was okay. That no one expected him to do that.

The most horrifying thing was that he didn’t argue.

She ran her fingernails up and down his back without thinking. He kept his head down and dry-heaved.

"It's my fault," he gasped absently. "It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

"It's not," she murmured. "It's not. It's not."

The sun had begun to go down when he'd initially gotten to the house, and now it dipped so low behind the horizon that all that remained in the sky was a hazy yellow-orange glow.

No, that was wrong, Hunter thought, as he looked at it through his fingers. It wasn't yellow, or orange.

It was Amber.