#im exhausted I have no idea if this is coherent at all

[ninyard]

I didn't like when andrew said renee was useful?

Like weren't they friends idk it sounded weird

Okay maybe this is me being the big ol Andrew Minyard apologist that I am but I’m not sure he means that in the way that it seems. Prepare yourself for my silly thoughts:

Andrew and Neil got to this place in their conversation by Neil asking how Andrew can be so disconnected from his teammates. Neil feels he has to let them in, let them be his "friends", let them get to know him. So how has Andrew managed to keep them at such a distance, to avoid letting them in? Because he doesn't want to. Andrew just says they're not interesting enough.

Neil is already wondering what's going on between Andrew and Renee at this point. So he sort of backtracks on himself then - Andrew actually has let people stand in, and Renee is one of them.

And Andrew knows everyone is betting on him and Renee. He’s quick with the, “You expected a different answer?” because I think he knows there’s a high likelihood somebody has told Neil about this bet, and given Neil’s “That’s it?” I think he could also tell that Neil thought that him and Renee could’ve been a thing (or at least that that was the only way he could make sense of their relationship).

Andrew is quick. We know he is. So I think he would've realised exactly what Neil was curious about when he mentioned her name and then said "She's not interesting?" (Which really means “Is she different?” Or “Are you actually more than that and not saying it?”)

Then right after that, there's this -

Andrew thinks it's obvious. Andrew calls him stupid, Andrew mocks him. Andrew knows why he's asking about Renee. He thinks Neil is stupid for not realising why it wont happen. He lets Neil squirm for a bit because Renee is his friend, even if he won't say that, and this just opens up the opportunity for Neil to actually talk to her.

I think he said "She's useful," because he's not going to say "She's just my friend," or "She's like me," or whatever else he could've said. Andrew is not the type of guy to turn around to Neil’s question and say ACTUALLY you are right! My friend Renee IS interesting! I forgot about her!

I think that's literally Andrew's way of saying she is his friend. Also, bearing it in mind that he's still medicated at this point - I don't think he means it in the way of "she's not my friend, she's just useful to me", but instead means it like "she just my friend, nothing more, and she's useful.” I think it’s a meaningless throwaway way to describe her. But even if he did mean it, he doesn’t mean it in a negative way. Not “Yeah. She’s useful I guess. She does things but that’s about it” but “Yeah, Renee is useful. She’s there if I need her” instead.

Does that make sense?

(And also; it’s Andrew we’re talking about. He tells Neil he hates him. I don’t think him saying that about Renee is to be taken too seriously)

But

I do actually think in some ways he means it when he says she’s useful. Renee is useful to Andrew.

She’s the only person on the team who has related to him. She the only person, before Neil, who even had the slightest idea about what Andrew had been through. Renee is useful in the way that she’s someone for him to relate to. He sees himself in her, and her the same. They understand each other. Which is probably likely a first for him. Shes spars with him. She’s his wingwoman. She’s his friend. She cares about him. She talks to him like he’s a human. (She makes him feel like less of a monster) ((not that he cares)) She’s always covered for him in the goals, too, when he’s been too sick to play. I’d say that’s pretty useful.

Idk. I’m pulling things out of nowhere because I’m too tired to think but. Yeah I think Renee is actually useful to Andrew, but I also think Andrew is Andrew and he says things he doesn’t mean, or says things that actually mean something else ALL THE TIME. So i don’t think him saying Renee is “useful” is anything demeaning against her. I think he’s winding Neil up because he knows where his line of questioning is going/coming from.

[badass-sunshine]

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[fuxuannie]

↳  pairing(s) : various hsr men x gender neutral reader

↳  synopsis : you never realized how pretty your boyfriend was when he was covered in your lipstick kisses.

↳  authors note : THAT TIKTOK TREND DRIVES ME MAD MOSTLY BECAUSE IM JEALOUS !!! i will confess to my sins i wish i could do this with someone pls,, also this is a really cute idea 

DAN HENG stands next to you as you do your makeup, staring at your various little brands of makeup that sit on your desk. As you do your eyeliner, he picks up one of your various colors of lipstick and stares at it. “Pretty shade..” He thought, resisting the urge to put some on his own lips as it was yours and really didn’t wanna possibly ruin it (or look like a fool if he did it wrong.)

You notice this, and a small light bulb pops over your head. “Do you wanna try it?” And you smile as he shyly nods, but there’s a quiet confusion when you take it from his hands and began to apply it to your own lips. 

He’s not given a second to process before you begin to kiss his lips, then his cheeks, then his neck and eventually all over his face. You’re giggling to yourself as he stands there and takes it, not complaining but there’s a fluster and red blush all over his cheeks and a tint of it on his ears. 

“It’s a perfect shade!” You exclaim, laughing at how red your boyfriend had gotten after that small interaction. 

“JING YUAAAN.” You call for him, the General walking into your room not long after as he sees you, chair facing the door and sitting in front of your mirror with two different lipstick brands in your hand. “I don’t know which one to use..” You frowned, but all he could focus on was the slight smudge of lipstick at the end of your lips.

He falls to his knees due to his height, and you can’t help but notice how pretty he looks from that angle. His golden eyes looking up at you with utter adoration, as a hand reaches out to the corner of your lips to cleanly clean it off with his thumb. “You’ll look pretty with either one, my dear.” He chuckles.

You have no idea what came over you, but you grab his face and just kiss him. Going from his lips to his cheek and to all over his face until you were decorating his soft skin with your lips. Jing Yuan doesn’t protest, in fact he’s laughing in amusement while you do so.

“Guess it was prettier on me if you were so insistent to kiss me.” He hums, pulling you close.

Your boyfriend was such a pretty sleeper, you loved to lay on top of him as he slept somewhere like the couch and just smile at how peaceful he looked as he slept. One of your favorite activities is softly kissing all over his face. he would always tell you how it brought him peace as he would rest and it was something you were happy to do for him.

One night, after a party, you two were exhausted and wanted to rest. As per usual, the blonde asked if you could kiss him to sleep.

You, completely forgetting you had the smallest bit of lipstick on your lips, was surprised at the lipstick marks all over GEPARD’s face after you sleepily kissed him. “Oops.” You’d softly chuckle, but it didn’t really have you stop. Continuing to use your boyfriend as a canvas for the art of painting his face with your pretty kisses.

This once, BLADE let you use his lap as a seat as you do your make-up. He’s on his phone as you apply your concealer, humming happily as he doesn’t really mind having you sit on him. He just doesn’t usually do it because he’s a busy man, but for once Kafka let him have a free day since she and Silverwolf were on a side mission that didn’t require his assistance.

“Blade?” You catch his attention, having him look up from his phone as you’re wearing a shade of lipstick he was unfamiliar with. “Did you buy a new one?” He asks, and you nod in response. “Mhm.” You answered, but he steals a kiss before you could even form a coherent response after that. “Ah-”

You stare at the small smudge that got on his lips, seeing him chuckle and your heart racing at the sight. “You should kiss me again. You picked a good color.” He says with a smirk, pulling you closer to him by the waist as you were never really one to refuse your boyfriend.

He doesn’t care about the potential embarrassment that could come from going to meet Kafka with all your marks all over him, he simply shrugs off the laughter coming from her as Silverwolf was simply disgusted. 

[justpuppylove]

Doll- stepdad dream smut

Stepdad!dream x afab reader smut

Kinks/warnings: Stepcest [PLEASE DONT FUCK YOUR STEP-SIBLINGS OR PARENTS. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS.], daddy kink, use of little one and other names, praising, thigh fucking, slight breeding.

A/N: im gonna step away from the Wilbur smut for a sec but I’ll make sure to make my way through those requests soon :3

Your mom introduced your stepdad dream a few months ago and he seemed like a decent enough guy. You were against your mom dating again after your father passed away but you eventually came around to the idea of dream staying with you guys. This isn’t to say you see him as a father figure, he treats you like his child in some ways but there’s just always been something off about you guys having a “father-child relationship”. He’s always been pretty touchy with you and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. At first it was playful touching, nothing coherently sexual about it, but then it progressed into you sitting on his lap and him running his hand up your thigh. Of course your mom never knew of any of this and you hoped she never would, you felt so guilty every time it happened but for some reason that made you even more turned on.

You walked into your bedroom and shut the door. You ran to your bed and flopped down; utterly exhausted. Exams were getting the best of you but you finally had some time to rest. Then you heard a knock on your door.

“Doll, do you want to watch a movie with me? Your mom is gone for the weekend and I’m bored.” Dream said, dragging out the D in bored. You were so tired but how could you say no to dream?

“Sure I’ll be down in a minute, pick out a movie for us.” You said reluctantly dragging your body off of your bed. You hear him turn away and start walking back downstairs as you head over to your closet. You get out a oversized shirt that dream had gave you as a hand-me-down and you change into it. You wanted to be comfortable so you took off your bra and didn’t put any shorts on so you were just in his shirt and your underwear. When you were done you made your way downstairs to dream cooking popcorn in the kitchen. You walk into the kitchen to grab a few snacks and go to sit them onto the living room table. You hear the microwave ding and you walk back into the kitchen to see dream putting the popcorn into a big bowl. You squeeze past dream, grinding against him as you do so, to look for the salt. You hear him let out a groan before walking up behind you, pressing your stomach up to the counter top as you feel his hard dick against your ass. You let out a whimper as he reaches up into the cupboard to grab the salt out.

“Is this what you were looking for darling~?” He asked you, putting the salt infront of your face but keep your bodies in the same position. All you could let out is a little ‘mhm’ as he backs away, walking into the living room. He presses play as you follow him onto the couch as you see him pat his lap, signaling for you to sit on it. You feel your face grow red as you press yourself onto his lap, his dick pressing onto your pussy as you let out a small moan. “What’s wrong baby?” Dream says as he feels his way up your thigh. You respond to him by pressing yourself harder onto his dick, “Is this the problem little one?” He says pressing has fingers onto your clothed pussy. “Awe, you’re soaking wet. Do you need daddy to take care of you?” He asks. You nod, “I need your words sweetheart”. “Yes daddy, please take care of me.” You say highly embarrassed. He giggles into your ear as he begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear, your hand shoots to his and you try to press yourself onto his hand. He slides your underwear down before sliding off his own. His hard dick shoots up as he makes you wrap your thighs around his dick. He starts thigh fucking you while both hands are squeezing your thighs. You hold onto his wrists while he kisses the back of your neck. Your pretty moans and his groans fill the room. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve needed this doll. Ive needed to use your pretty little body so bad.” He says before fucking your thighs faster. His precum and your wetness covering your thighs as his dick slides between your folds and hits your clit in just the right way. “Ah~ gonna cum daddy” you moan, squeezing his wrists. “Cum for me, you’re doing so good” he says as he removes one of his hands from your thigh to circle your clit instead.

He cums all over your thighs as you cum onto his dick. He picks your body up and turns you around to face him. He kisses you as he slides his dick inside of you, making your yelp. “Shh~ its okay, I have you. Daddy has you.” He says as he pulls you closer, slowly pushing his dick in until he bottoms out. He begins fucking into you, making you bounce on him. He lifts your shirt up and watches your tits bounce as you move up and down on him. He smirks at how embarrassed you got at this. “Is my little baby embarrassed? You’re so adorable.” He said before grabbing one of your hands, holding it as he fucks into you harder. Your moans get louder and louder as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming. “Just like that, cum for me baby.” He says before playing with one of your tits. “I’m going to cum inside of you okay? Can you handle that doll?” He asks. He let out a few yes’s before cumming on his dick for the second time. He slams into you a few more times before spilling his seed into your pussy.

He pulls you off of his dick and gets a paper towel to clean you both up with. He puts his clothes back on before sliding your underwear back onto you. He lays on the couch and pulls you in. The credits of the movie roll as you fall asleep.

[floydsmuse]

Love on a swing

warnings: none! it’s all fluff <3

pairing: Bob floyd x reader (no y/n)

description: after a long exhausting day, you make it home to Bob & he lovingly comforts you on your porch swing. (wc 1k+)

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a/n: hi ! i just wanted to say thank you for all of the love & support i’ve been receiving lately, especially on my last fic :,) im so glad you all enjoyed it! i hope you like this one too :) as always, likes & comments are great! reblogs are appreciated too🥰🩷 tysm again!

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It had just been one of those days. You weren’t quite feeling like yourself & on top of that, work was chaotic. Everyone needed you for something, you were constantly on your feet & you didn’t even have an opportunity to take proper time for yourself during your shift. To make matters even worse you had woken up not feeling great mentally & were heavily considering taking a personal day. But, of course someone called in & you were needed at work.

You just couldn’t wait to get home to your husband. Bob had already left before he could see you in a distressed state, instead bidding you goodbye with a kiss on your forehead while you were sleeping & leaving a little note on your nightstand like he always did before he’d head off to work, telling you that you were gonna rock today & that he loved you more than you’d ever know. That note did give you some motivation to have a better outlook on the day, but you still had your doubts. You knew today wasn’t going to be entirely easy.

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After a long & exhausting shift, the clock had reached 5 & you were finally off. You made it through the day in one piece. Relieved & giving yourself a pat on the back, you practically run out of the workplace, hoping into your car & heading on home.

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Around 20 minutes later, you made it to your destination. Bob’s car was in the driveway & you couldn’t have been more happy to see that he’d made it home at a reasonable time, knowing that he tended to get held up at work or sometimes he’d be dragged out to the hard deck to go drinking on occasion and play pool, even though he’d always much rather be at home with you. You noticed the porch light was on & you figured Bob was most likely reading on the little wooden swing that you had gotten installed when you two first moved in. You always dreamed of having one & when you brought up the idea to Bob, he loved it & got it put in immediately. You had spent countless evenings sitting on it, admiring the sunset with your husband or reading together for hours on end & sharing cups of tea. You felt so at bliss when you two shared moments on that swing.

Snapping yourself out of your reminiscing & not wanting to make Bob wait any longer, you hop out of the car & make your way to the front porch. You had been right. Bob was sitting on the swing, steadily rocking back & forth, wearing his comfy grey sweats & a navy blue crewneck, reading a book. His eyes snapped up towards you & that crooked smile swept across his face. You were sure you looked exhausted & out of it, but you couldn’t help but return a smile back at him.

“Hi my love, come sit. Tell me all about your day.” Bob greeted & patted the spot next to him on the swing, inviting you to come sit. You looked down sheepishly, but headed towards him & sat down. Bob placed his book to the side and reached for your hands, clasping them together. He brought them up to his lips & placed a sweet kiss to your knuckles.

You honestly didn’t know where to start. the whole day was just a mess & you weren’t even sure if you could coherently put into words how you were feeling. Bob was always so patient with you, which you greatly appreciated. He would never pry or pressure you into expressing how you were feeling if you weren’t up to it. He would also never judge you for your feelings & always reminded, more so encouraged you to just let yourself feel freely and unapologetically. He wanted you to know that he’d always be there for you. Through thick & through thin. you decided you didn’t want to talk about it, your brain cloudy & your body feeling weighted. You look up at him finally finding your voice,

“Could you just…Hold me please?” You asked in a whisper. Bob doesn’t hesitate. He pulls you straight into his arms, with his chin resting on top of your head and your legs draping over his lap. He quickly removes your shoes, making sure that you’re comfortable & allowing a chance for your sore feet to breathe & break away from their restraints. you snuggle into him, burying your face into his warm chest. His musk was just emanating off of him & was somewhat grounding you back down to earth. Making you realize that you were now in your safe place & you could finally let the stress of the day go.

Bob rocked you both back & forth gently, soothingly rubbing up & down your back. He would place gentle kisses to your forehead, & run his fingers through your hair. You let out little hums of content here & there, feeling a type of peace you were yearning for throughout the day. Bob radiated a warmth that was just unmatched & he always made it his mission to take care of you.

You two stayed like this, cuddled up & rocking back & forth until the sun went down. The sounds of nature & the occasional car driving by was the only thing heard. You were really trying not to let the exhaustion completely take over, but your eyes were drawing heavy. Your body was completely relaxed & the sound of Bob’s heartbeat was starting to fade in & out of your ears. You were falling under a sleep spell. but before you could drift off completely, you lifted your head, it feeling heavy on your shoulders & were immediately met with Bob’s kind blue eyes. He too looked sleepy & almost ready to doze off. You were about to speak & ask to go inside to bed, but he beat you to it,

“This has been lovely, but it looks like you’re about ready to head off to bed. What do you say my love?” Bob asks, with a yawn cutting in at the end. You nod your head up at him,

“Yes Bobby, I’m ready for bed now.” You ironically let out a yawn of your own too & the both of you couldn’t help but chuckle at that. You were about to unravel yourself out of his grasp to get up, but Bob stops you & lifts you up bridal style,

“I got ya sweets, let’s get you inside.” You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder & you two headed into the house.

Bob placed you down onto your bed. helping you strip out off your work clothes & retrieving one of his t-shirts in the drawer. You lifted your arms in compliance & he slipped the shirt onto your body. He gently grabbed your face, big palms swallowing up your cheeks & giving them a playful little squeeze. You let out a breathy giggle & Bob leans in to place a lingering kiss to your lips. He slips out of his sweats and crewneck, leaving him in just his boxers. He removes his glasses, as you get under the covers. Bob follows suit.

Getting into a comfy position, you lay your head onto his warm bare chest and his left arm instinctively wraps around your torso. Once you’re fully situated, you turn to face him,

“Thank you for always taking care of me Bobby.” You say sleepily, snuggling deeper into his chest & finally letting tiredness take over you.

“No need to thank me my love. I will always take care of you, always.”

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[toournextadventure]

I LOVE your Wednesday! I was wondering if you can write a Wednesday/gn!Reader where the reader writes to her a love letter and wants to give it to her with a black rose but they see Xavier give to her the cellphone so, thinking they're dating, Reader just throws away the letter and the rose.

Wednesday finds them..

Looky looky here, two fics in one day. This one was fun to write, I loved the idea!

im no poet

You were no writer. No amount of your rambling thoughts could compare to those of Shakespeare, Hemingway, or even Wednesday Addams. All those big emotions came out in actions, not words, and not even your mouth could keep up or properly convey all you wanted to. No, most of those big, bottled up feelings ended up left unspoken.

But for Wednesday, you gave it a try.

It had started with a very heated debate about the phrase “actions speak louder than words.” She, of course, had opted to disagree, claiming her words spoke pretty loud. They sure do, you thought as you shook your head and counter-argued. It was by no means an argument, much more of an actual debate with each side presenting their case.

You lost. Because, as you had previously pointed out, you were not good with your words.

Not a bad thing though, you realised once you sat down to try and write out how you felt. The first few paragraphs were messy; no structure, no reason, barely coherent. You crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it into the corner of the room, not even attempting to hit the trash can. But you pulled out another piece of paper and started again.

It took half a notebook before you could even start making sense of your words. Even then, it wasn’t what you wanted to say. How could you even start to explain why you were writing such a letter? Should you start it off with “Hello, I think I’m in love with you?” Words wouldn’t work.

Words wouldn’t work.

You put your pen to paper - the third pen you had ruined so far - and started explaining your emotions the only way you knew how: with actions. The feelings she envoked in you couldn’t be put into words, not so simply. No, because she made you want to live, and living was such a beautiful thing. That rare smile of hers made you feel as if you were running through the farm of your childhood. Laughing as you ran up and down the crop rows until your bare feet were dirty and tired and you collapsed in the field with the feeling of utter peace that only a child could experience.

Being with her made you want to do every little thing she had never considered was important to her. It made you want to bring her coffee whenever she was writing, or turning the page of her music as she played. You would connect your headphones whenever she came in because you knew she liked the silence. Or grabbing all the songs she enjoyed and turning them into a personalised record that she could use without having to switch them out all the time.

When it was all said and done, you had exhausted five pens, half a notebook, and came out with three pages of a written confession.

You had asked Miss Thornhill if you could raid the greenhouse. It wasn’t that you were a teacher’s pet, but you knew how to kiss up when needed. She agreed quickly, and all you had to give up were a few Saturdays of your time to help clean up and organise. A fair trade, no consideration needed.

The Black Dahlias weren’t in bloom, so you hoped Wednesday would settle for a black rose. That was still romantic, right? It was black, at least, that had to count for something. A small envelope, a single black rose, your bright shining face. What more could she want?

“I already put my number in it,” Xavier’s voice rang out even though he was talking fairly quietly.

He bought her a phone. The very thing she had adamantly refused to become a slave to. Yet she took it from him anyway. Oh, you thought with a furrow of your brows. Suddenly the items in your hand felt like lead, weighing you down and you almost wished they would drag you under the ground to escape.

It had been a crapshoot to make a move, you knew that anyway, but it still hurt nonetheless. Wednesday gave the equivalent of a smile, and you nodded to yourself in silent acceptance. You wouldn’t ever wish to put her in a position to “choose” between two people. So instead you turned around and started walking off. You only paused at a trash can to drop the rose and letter inside, patting the cold silver can twice before walking away.

You didn’t see Wednesday watch you leave with worry in her eyes.

“Go see,” Xavier said with a gesture of his head.

Wednesday didn’t hesitate to walk over to the trash can and pick up the rose and envelope. The sight of the flower made her heart race; had you gotten that for her? What had possessed you to get her something like that? You knew she was difficult to get along with, why would you go out of your way to get her a rose in her favourite colour?

And the envelope. It had her name on it.

“What’s their number?” Wednesday asked Xavier. He gave her a smile and gestured for her to hand him her phone.

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You practically fell onto the bench in the lockerroom of your hometown gym. After getting out of school a few weeks ago, you had thrown yourself into helping out at the gym. The owner was a family friend and he had quickly accepted your offer. It was an added bonus that he gave you full access to the gym, too.

It was almost time to start closing up, but you had managed to get a good workout in once everyone was gone. Hell, you deserved it, the girl you were in love with was very clearly not in love with you. In fact, she was nice and happy, and even though that’s all you wanted, it still hurt. 

You never even told her, your mind thought.

“Oh shut up,” you mumbled as your head fell into your hands.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself up to your feet and grabbed your change of clothes from your bag. Maybe you just needed to change and get home so you could wallow in your self-pity and fall asleep with some Kitchen Nightmares on in the background. That would surely keep your mind busy. God, you were pathetic.

You were pulling your clean shirt back over your head when your phone vibrated against the bench. No one should have been texting you this late, everyone you talked to knew you were usually asleep. Besides, why would they be texting you this late? Didn’t they know you were in mourning?

The screen lit up when you held your face over it, still adjusting your clothes to fit properly.

Unknown Number: You forgot this. 1 Attachment.

“Oh fuck.” It was a photo of the rose and envelope with Wednesday’s name on it.

You: I’m sorry. You can toss it I didn’t know about Xavier

Oh god, why was this happening? Why did this have to happen? Getting silently rejected was hard enough, but now there was going to be humiliation too? You lifted your hands to grab the sides of your head as you started pacing, trying to keep yourself grounded. That’s it, you weren’t going back to Nevermore. Nope, you were going to run away, maybe live in the woods and find a Bigfoot family to take care of you.

The phone vibrated again and you rushed over.

Unknown: Did you mean it? What you wrote.

“Fuck!” You shouted. What did you say? There’s no way you could say “Yes, Wednesday, I meant every word of devotion that I wrote on that letter. Tell your boyfriend I said hi.” But if you didn’t let her know now, it was going to eat away at you until the day you died. Fuck fuck fuck!

You grabbed the phone and typed out the one word, but your thumbs stilled over the “send” button while your heart tried to beat out of your chest.

You pressed send.

You: Yes

“Oh shit,” you groaned. Your hands were getting clammy. “Why did I do that.” Oh god. Oh shit. Why wasn’t she answering? There goes any chance of even being friends again. You were going to have to change your name and run away. Surely your family would understand, right? Yeah, they could even help you come up with a new identity.

The vibration against the bench was about to send you into a frenzy.

Unknown: Call me tomorrow night. We can watch the new Scream movie.

You had never typed so fast in your life.

You: Is this a date?

The text couldn’t come quickly enough.

Unknown: Yes. But if you tell anyone, I will remove your tongue.

You stared at your phone in utter disbelief. A date. With Wednesday Addams. A real date with the girl you were highkey in love with. Your letter had worked. It had worked!

You: It’s a date

A smile took over your face as you put your phone back into your bag. You had a date.

“Fuck yes!” You shouted as you threw your fist in the air. You were definitely calling out of work tomorrow.

[decolonize-the-everything]

Okay so idk who's been following me since 2020 or if I even posted it here, but I did mention that it was weird as fuck for the state to go after protesters day after day month after month and doing essentially nothing? Like there was no coherent goal or method.

Protesters would protest, cops would show up, cops would tell them to disperse, protesters stayed, and violence would ensue. There was a script. They never did anything new. What they did wasn't even effective but night after night they did it again and again. Kettle, brutality, war crimes, and black bag arrests.

Once August hit it kinda felt like they must have had another motive. Like what's the point? To the what end?

I think they wanted names (conspirators) in the system and I think they wanted to know how long we'd last. I think under Trump they had a lot of fantasies about turning us back 100 years of progress and I think the protests gave them an idea of how hard we'd fight if they did. His MAGA rhetoric specifically coupled with his racism, phobias, and the insane amount of support he had made that a very real possibility.

We've known for years if not decades that they'd make a direct attack on our rights. Hatred had been steadily boiling, none of our rights were ever codified, and really all it takes under those circumstances is one shitty politician. We've always been at the edge of our seats.

Trump primed us for them.

And I think once 2021 rolled around and no laws passed to hold cops accountable were passed they got comfortable. Protests has mostly stopped. Support for protests died long before that though, it started dying it's slow death as soon as Chauvin was indicted. As soon as the first clip of a water bottle flew across a cop's head went viral.

And now we're all too fucking exhausted to do again. Right in time for them to snatch Roe v Wade.

And honestly, I don't think they're done peeling our rights away. They just passed law allowing child labor again in fact.

We ALL are under attack right now. BIPOC, queer people, disabled people, neurodivergents, women, etc.

Im gonna be very fucking real and say if we don't start protesting over something and soon then I'm Very Very concerned terrified about where we'll be in the next 5 years.

[baraqi]

haha guess who it is.. yeah it's stuco sunoo anon (again) im back with another sunoo smut because i think about him too much, this isn't proofread so don't come at me if it's bad

"s-sun.. no more.." you muttered into sunoo's neck, your breathing heavy as you held his hand in yours to keep yourself grounded. he pressed a loving kiss to your temple, dismissively saying, "one more, love. you can give me one more, can't you?"

you had forgotten how many times those words had left his mouth already in the past few hours. his fingers hadn't left your swollen folds since you two had gotten home, almost as if he was drunk on you.

and maybe he was drunk, drunk with the way he could spend hours making you unravel and fall apart, drunk from the pretty sounds you would make for him, drunk from the sweet way you'd moan out his name.

you squirmed in his lap as he held you in place, chuckling when you tried to escape his searing touch. the pace of his fingers never slowed down and you couldn't even form coherent sentences at this point. your entire being was overtaken by him, his scent, his everything.

"pretty, so pretty for me" he whispered in your ear before latching his lips onto your neck, leaving love bites that he knew would be visible tomorrow. "too much-! can't-" you said before he shushed you, his pace fastening if that was even possible.

you cried out his name as you came for the nth time, breathing heavily in relief as he finally slipped his fingers out of your abused hole. he spread your folds apart, watching your cum drip out with a glint in his eyes.

the sound of him unzipping his pants shortly after had your breath hitching and it got you even wetter, as embarrassed as you were to admit it, and by the way sunoo chuckled, he had noticed. "you're so cute, wanna ruin you so fucking bad.."

in retrospect, you were already ruined; your thighs were dirtied with your own release, your face tear-striken and you were practically trembling from exhaustion — yet it didn't stop you from wanting more.

you whined when he decided to tease you, running the tip of his cock between your folds at an agonizingly slow pace and pushing the head in only to pull out again. he raised an eyebrow at your sound of protest, almost as if daring you to misbehave.

his expression morphed into a mischievous smile as an idea popped up in his head, "tell me, y/n.. why should i give you my dick? don't you think ive made you cum enough times?" you quickly shook your head, tears forming in your eyes as another chuckle left him.

"what a greedy little thing.. if you want me inside of you, then you'll have to beg." he said in a commanding tone, stroking your cheek with his left hand. you flushed in embarrassment, your pride getting the best of you as you remained silent. "not gonna speak, princess? that's fine, i guess we're done for tonight."

"wait-! no-" you panickedly spoke as he smirked, knowing you would've caved. "please.. need you inside of me, need you to make me feel good the way only you can, need you to cum inside of me and make me yours, please, sunoo."

"you're gonna be the death of me one day," he whined playfully before impatiently shoving his entire length into you in one go, almost making you scream his name as he stretched you out. holding your hips down on his lap to make sure you wouldn't squirm, he thrusted up into you at a brutal, unforgiving pace.

he was practically hitting your cervix, the blissful sensation ridding you of any rational thought he hadn't fucked out of you yet. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your climax inched closer and you swore that you saw stars when sunoo rubbed your clit with his thumb, making you squirt all over his now-drenched pants.

he thrusted into you a few more times, helping you ride out your orgasm before he came too, filling you up to the brim. he watched as you panted tiredly in his hold, his eyes then lowering to where you two were connected and also where a mixture of his and your cum laid.

you felt empty when he pulled out, pouting at the sensation and making him laugh cutely in the process as if he hadn't just railed you. he laid you down on the bed, getting up to grab a wet cloth and cleaning off your body with it.

after both you and him finished cleaning up, he went to get you a glass of water and a loving smile spread across his features when he came back to your shared bedroom only to find you fast asleep.

i swear HE will be the death of me he’s out to get me

[lizarddiary]

My quest on finding out if I want to fantasia to a miqo'te or stay as an au'ra is becoming harder by the day. Mainly, because Tahla is now kind of becoming a character in my mind. She would be Nara’s adopted sister.

Nara’s story is not fleshed out enough. It would be easy to give her a sister and make it coherent. Since I'm also planning on giving them clashing personalities, it can also become a very interesting dynamic between them. Tahla’s the strong one, punch first, ask questions later type of person. While Nara is all about diplomacy and trying to diffuse every issue with words and her wits. 

I already have tons of ideas for them! For their childhood, their relationship with their adoptive mother, their reasons to become adventurers… Both would have the echo, and it would make my own story a two-WOLs kind of story. And I really, really like the idea.

But my issue right now is that as I play with Tahla, I realize that I love playing as a miqo’te way more than I ever liked playing as an au’ra. I love their animations, their emotes, the voice options… I can be masc and femme as I please, too. And some glams look amazing on them. 

I know a solution would be having an alt, but I don’t quite like the idea. If anything just because I hate having to play the whole game again. Early ARR is really exhausting and I already had enough playing it once. Having to attune to all the aetherytes again, unlock all the special locations, glams, dyes… If I want to play as a miqo’te, I want to play with my actual character.

And that is an issue, because if I keep going with the idea of the sisters I would also change this account. For it to be not just about Nara, but also Tahla. So I would need to have both characters for Gposes and stuff.

Sorry for all this ramble, I’m terrible at making decisions. Especially if they involve spending money. 

In the meantime, I took some more photos of Tahla to showcase her personality a little bit more!

Full body with some casual clothes (sadly this is not a glam, I had to equip those).

"... and then I told 'im "Fuck ye, ye pice of shite!" " "Tahla... have you been drinking?"

Enjoying the cool and pleasant air of the night.

"Don't get too confident, you scum. I might be short, but I know how land a punch!"

[mizuta]

god im tired (longer winded ramble under the cut about disability?)

the thing they dont tell you. about being the son of two disabled parents, two people who hate themselves more than they could hate you, a woman who swears up and down that her becoming disabled enough to need a wheelchair full time is the worst thing thats ever happened to her, thats Ruined her life.

the thing they dont tell you is their constant insistance that you can do better and are just lazy warps your fucking perspective to yourself until its unrecognizeable. they push themselves until theyre now falling apart at the seams with worse and worse damages that couldve maybe been avoided somewhat and refuse to allow you to be 'weak' and 'need help'.

they dont tell you that when youre navigating constant persistant wrist pain at 22, when your cognitive functions have always been bad but not bad enough, that youre never gonna feel like you deserve help or accommodations. that you cant do math or numbers and thats a larger symptom of something, of when words blur together and you read chunks of writing as nonsensical regularly, when you hear one thing but someone said something completely different and you have to just bashfully laugh it off.

when your language function breaks down and youre speaking in fragmented sentences. no proper grammar. the words are hard and dont make sense and youre just desperately screaming in your own wy trying to be heard. you get told that one might be a symptom of your psychosis but fuck nobody ever told you that wasnt normal to begin with other than making fun of you when your guards down.

when you can barely tell time between two days from each other and your disassociative disorder makes you all lose so many gaps in time, and youre not mad at each other for that, but you just kind of wonder because between that and how much time doesnt exist to you all and how much you forget from adhd to the point that entire days are forgotten after youve lived them, when youre so exhausted and your head feels like fog 80% of the time, when your mood tracker never puts you above a 5 on the mental health scale on your best days.

when you know damn fucking well youre not abled enough, but nobody tells you that youll constantly be told youre not disabled enough, either. not abled or disabled. some fucking other thing, something thats useless, something thats just fucking pointless.

its like, i know im mentally ill. severe clinical depression. adhd. probably cptsd that im still coming to terms with. likely ocd. possibly autistic as well its hard to tell. psychosis. but im also in pain pretty regularly, but its 'only' wrist pain, so does it matter? i cant think straight most days of the week and its a genuine struggle full of spoons to keep my speech coherent and just tonight alone i keep hallucinating my bathroom lights on and getting up and discovering when i come to turn them off theyre already off.

ive been sick for a week and a half and i could barely manage to get out of bed and shower twice. or get a sports drink so i didnt just... faint. i need constant access to electrolyte water/sports drinks or my near-constant dizziness and lightheadedness and sometimes physical pain gets way worse, rather than 'manageable and liveable'. i feel like im going fucking insane.

all signs point to me having asthma. my parents literally think im insane at the idea. i have so much breathing trouble and this last week i couldnt breathe for multiple 10 minute chunks because i went to work sick because i need the money.

christ almighty. not abled. not disabled enough. cant quantify my cognitive problems because itll never be 'enough'. god.

im so fucking tired, dude. i just want to sleep for a really, really long time

[maliciousmalfeasance]

i don't get to walk very much lately

not because im short on time, or lovely places to go- but because my body has been playing a nasty trick on me- or maybe my body is the trick- it all feels like one big, terrible drawn out joke that stopped being funny before it even left the lips of whoever's been telling it over and over for the last 2 years.

Worse yet- I keep falling for it. (ha ha, get it? Because I fall over...) I keep entertaining the idea that it's better now! I'm seeing slight improvements so who knows maybe soon I can pack the shower chair away and never look at it again and I can walk down to the lake and sit there like I did- a week- years ago- eons away from now. It's silly. I see my partner witnessing it, each time. The wind up, the expectation and maybe- even the actual merciful plateau for a while. Enough energy to garden and clean and get a start on the mountain of "when im doing better" tasks that keeps growing and looming in my periphery. And then- I hit the wall again. My body knocks me out and drags me aching and cursing back to bed. I've no idea how long I'll be back at square one.

I haven't been able to go for walks often- is what I'm saying. Which is what has made the few times I have been able to go for walks, so magical. I've been really into moss! Strange fixation to have when there are many more pressing and beautiful things to snatch my attention but I find I keep my eyes down a lot as a general habit (better keep an eye on these feet- you never know where they're going) and I find an inordinate amount of comfort in little tufts of green tucked into the darkest, dankest crevices of suburbia and bush land.

Same goes for lichen, fungi, and just life in general. I've been keeping fish and plants and- maintaining little islands of life is excellent enrichment in my enclosure, I gotta say. I love the reminder that life persists even when I feel so cut off and vulnerable and sick. I love my snails and shrimp and fish. I get disproportionately sad when I can't manage to work on my gardening and fish-keeping projects. Watching shows and movies is still a fun thing to do with others but when I'm by myself it's really lost its lustre. I can't help but associate watching tv with being exhausted and barely functioning at this point because when I'm too tired and unwell to think coherently, I watch something to try and keep myself occupied and awake.

Anyways all this to say- I want to document my walks some more, and my outings in general. With film wherever possible, because this way I can surround myself with images of outside and hope when I'm in this rut again next. Because something tells me this rut is going to remain a frequent stop in my life- might as well make it a nice little rut to get stuck in. My body is forcing a lot of rest on me at the moment. That is what it is. Better not to turn the rest into torture by sucking all the joy out.

I hope your life has opportunities for rest, too. And life! I recommend keeping plants-if you need plant advice I'm no expert but I can try my best. If you can't keep plants alive consider yourself a plant and keep yourself well watered and make sure you get some sun on your leaves and soil on your soles (souls? you heathens.) occasionally.

[raksh-writes]

So.

Its 5 am.

Its past dawn, I think. Its definitely light already. The birds wont shut up right outside my window.

I havent slept a wink yet.

And I have no idea what to do

[fischltao]

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

[windvexer]

Hey Chicken. I've been having lots of new ideas about my path and what i want it to look like which is veryyy cool, i love feeling inspired! But it almost feels like im drowning in ideas and possibilities so i would like to journal and reflect on my priorities and get a pretty good picture of what is it I want. Can you give me some prompts? What can i ask myself that will help me sort of put all these ideas into place and get a coherent picture of my path. Thank youuuu, i hope i was clear in my ask lol

Introspective journaling questions and activities for those who are veryyy inspired but also feeling a little overwhelmed:

Why do you want to practice magic?

What are the top three things that you hope your magical practice will bring you?

What are the limitations of magic?

How does magic work?

Make a pie chart for the following categories: Self-Healing, Manifestation, Spiritual Connection, Other. How much space do you ideally want each slice to take up? How much space do they all take up right now?

How comfortable are you with the concept of gods? What about spirits?

What topics of research or practice are you not going to do right now? Why is that?

If you can only study ONE thing in-depth at a time, and you have to study it for an entire month before moving on, what are the first five things you would study?

Make a list of the major problems and limitations you are feeling in your life right now - including repetitive/chronic daily annoyances that are reducing your quality of life. Just make the list, that's it.

Pretend you're an RPG character and you have 25 points to spend on areas of magical specialization: Defense and Boundaries, Prosperity and Success, Offense and Malefica, Healing and Empowering, Relationships, Communication, Glamours and Illusion. The points are a metaphor for how you would ideally like to invest your time and energy.

How much time would you ideally like to spend researching versus practicing? Judge this in %s, not hours/minutes.

How much time would you like to spend on practical magic, versus spiritual self-development?

How often would you ideally like to work magic. Daily? Weekly? Monthly?

The more often we do magic and divination, the more drained we become. What is your plan for protecting your own energy to ensure you don't become exhausted or burn out?

[rjshepherd]

I need more submissive karl in heat 👀 with the same partner from before. Maybe their first time being exposed to karl in such a state? Let The Service Top Shine And Praise The Good Boy

ok its spicy under the read more as usual lads

- so im not a HUGE fan of making people, particularly abused men with agency into little UWU helpless baby subs when it comes to sex.

but that being said

karl is a little helpless when it comes to heats. They come on so strong and he is still a human, unlike the lycans. he’s just not equipped to deal with so many hormones flooding his body at once, even after having heats by years. he sort of just. malfunctions. Can't do things that yesterday he could do with ease, struggles with basic tasks because he's out of his mind with fever and horny. i don't know if id say "he needs an adult" but he def needs someone sober and not lust drunk to keep him out of trouble and remind him to eat.

- this submissiveness is absolutely not by choice. were it up to him he'd keep the bravado even when bottoming. He forces himself to keep going, pretend hes not having this kind of heat until he literally collapses with either fever or exhaustion and is usually just stuck lying where he fell until a lycan comes across him or the heat wears off. its a little different with you around but either way, hes not happy about this situation and he's sure as hell going to let you know about it.

- He cant take care of this himself so he's dependent on you. but that doesn't mean he's a patient man. i always say he's a bottom but he's not the most submissive person alive. there's a lot of "hurry up and fuck me already" or " get moving i cant wait any longer". its a cross between demanding and begging. if he can move without too much pain, he likes to top from the bottom if you know what i mean.

- i think the first time you came across him like this was different. You had NO IDEA what to expect and probably didn't even realise he was in such pain because he was so adept at hiding. now days you can tell, maybe even have a calendar so you can prep a few days before. but the first time was an absolute shit show. i can see it happening in a few different scenarios, you can choose which one you like best:

1. Karl wanders into the lycans den, desperate for some relief from his heat. the hormones have him almost floating towards the other infected like a loonytoons character smelling food, hes powerless to stop its pull on him. after a few hours of searching you finally find him in the lycans den, looking bloodied, like he's been in a fight. You dont know it until later, but that's just how lycans mate. there's no difference between fighting and fucking for them and this is how karl as been dealing with things for years. You freak out, dragging his semi-conscious ass from the bottom of the lycan pile and back to the factory to patch him up. When he finally comes to he's almost feral; he's having trouble making coherent sentences, body freaking out because he's not surrounded by the scent of the lycans. Feverish and painfully aroused in seconds he tries to shy away, get up and go back to the lycans but he's just too weak. He tries to hide his embarrassment from you as he spreads his legs, making a space for you between them. i see a smile creep onto your face as you realise what he's asking you to do for him. Imagine his surprise when you do actually clamber onto his bed whispering sweet nothings "dont worry darling, im here now. ill take care of you."

2. after a few days of just avoiding you, snapping at you and generally being a grumpy unlikeable fuck you both crack. You get upset first and that sets off karl. Hes shouting and shaking and finally he just slides down the wall, too tired to put up a fight anymore. before you know it he's angry crying from the stress of it all and finally just tells you whats wrong: he's harder than a slab of concrete and needs you, just you, to fuck him so he can finally get some peace. sitting on the floor of the bathroom or something it's hard not to see the tenting in his jeans " that looks painful." you mutter " want your alpha to take care of you?" you offer.

Karl whimpers, hand flying to his mouth to stifle the sound. EVENTUALLY he nods, letting you know he's game "good boy" you murmur crouching down in front of him . just your words had such an effect on him? he must be really suffering. so why didn't he just ask? pride probably. maybe he was embarrassed that you or your scent affected him so much. you're just a tiny uninfected human how can you have such influence over the most powerful lord in the village?

having you crouch there, gazing right through his tough facade is doing things to him. He's a little hesitant at first, spreading his legs or bending over to present himself to you. but it's such a sweet gesture, who are you to deny him? you literally fuck him into the floor where he fell, in the middle of the factory where anyone could see. maybe he uses his powers to help you lift him up so you can fuck him against the wall. he's taking most of his weight but he's acting like its all you, clinging to you for dear life as you rock his world. don't forget to praise him as you go, he is your good boy after all.

3. karl wakes up besides you with the worst heat he's ever had. His scent doesn't actually affect you but yours is REALLY affecting him. you can definitely smell his, regardless. If this is how strong it is for you, it must be absolutely MADDENING for poor karl. it's like a fog that's filled the whole room. Karl is almost incoherent with lust, able to do little more than whimper and beg for you to help him out. how you've come around to becoming the alpha's alpha is beyond you, but you aren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

His hands are already down the front of his shorts, desperately trying to find some relief for himself but he just cant . He's dropped all pretense of shyness or embarrassment; he just doesnt care at all right now. you have a little chuckle to yourself "so shameless." you laugh , leaning over him. you inhale deeply running your tongue along the shell of his ear. Karl shudders "a-are you going to help me or not?" he huffs, eyes clenched shut . You answer his question by clamping your teeth down on his neck. Karl keens, back arching in pleasure but its not enough to push him over the edge. you slap his hands away to take care of him yourself. He's hopeless when he's like this. "you keep forgetting darling." you say as you sooth the bite with a kiss " no one can touch you like i can." i think this is one of the few times Karl ever submits to you completely : He needs you but he doesn't just want you to bred him, no, he wants to be yours, wants you to mark him for the whole pack to see. you have a blank cheque for mayhem. Make as much of a mess of Karl as you want, cover him in bites and kisses from head to toe, fuck him so hard he can't sit down for days or love him so gently he clings to you and cries in joy when he finally finds relief from this heat. He's yours now, you can do whatever you want with him ~

in the days after , karl is walking around with a love drunk expression, black and blue from bites and hickeys but happier than he's been in weeks. The other lords might raise a few eyebrows but as long as you two are together ,who cares what they think?

there you go nonnie, i enjoyed this IMMENSELY. in fact i genuinely might take all 3 of these scenarios and write some ftm or pegging specific reader x karl stuff. its good shit and since ive fleshed it out here half the work is done already lmao. theres a lot of karl fics out there rn but theyre all top, macho karl taking care of the reader ( which is great dont get me wrong) but i like to cater to a different audience ~

[cr4yolaas]

can i request reader falling out of love w Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli and Childe?

— nothing gold can stay // diluc , kaeya , zhongli , childe

warnings . break ups , semi unhealthy / unstable relationship , falling out of love , heartbreak , trauma implications if u squint

a / n . SHAWTY . . . this took too loNG .im so sorry omg these suck so bad and theyr so awkwardly written but ill explain stuff after SNJDD

# DILUC

you had fallen for his cold and mysterious exterior, his locks crafted of cherry wine seeping with something you longed for.

he was beyond admirable, what with his consistent ( yet energy draining ) work at the winery and occasionally at the tavern, and his duty as mondstadt’s “ darknight hero. “

diluc loved you equally, shown through his kind acts and soft words.

and you, on the other hand, had been obsessed with the idea of being in love. you were just never good at it.

the door creaked open, heavy footsteps padding against the wooden floor, the sound more than recognizable. diluc stepped into the bedroom, greeted by your form as you sat slouched upon the couch. " you’re home, " you spoke in a hushed tone, for if your voice was too loud, you might as well awaken the resting ghosts.

" yes, i am. sorry for making you wait. how have you been? " a soft hum left your lips at the question. the man sat beside you, arm loosely draped over your shoulders as he held you to his chest, the feeling of your head against his skin spawning butterflies in his ribcage. he listened as you ran through the events of the past few days, warm hands carding through his hair.

this scenario felt all too familiar. it was repetitive, almost. diluc would leave for a handful of days, or even weeks, and return home to your embrace.

too familiar.

however, before you could dwell on it any longer, you had dozed off into sleep, lullabies of the disappearing moonlight seeping into your weary limbs.

the morning came sooner than expected. your eyes remained bleary from rest, shoulders drooping down to the mattress as you sat up.

diluc had his arms wrapped around your torso, even as you readjusted yourself to get out of bed, exhaustion scribed onto his face of cotton from nights of fighting.

" stay, " you heard him mumble, the word barely coherent. any other time, you would’ve given in, succumbed to his lovesick desires, but just this once, you chose to leave him.

a groan left his mouth at your movement. his breath reeked, you could smell it even as you stepped further away from the bed.

there was no sense of guilt or regret as you shut the bedroom door behind you, a soft click resonating from the handle. any other time you would’ve stayed with him. this time just wasn’t any other time.

oddly enough, it felt refreshing. the air outside of the bedroom felt light and sweet, a bold contrast to the breeze dripping through the window that was cracked the slightest bit. it was suffocating in there, the remnants of your relationship with diluc scratching away at your patience, eating your tender bones, grabbing onto your throat and shoving you further into the man’s adoration for you.

you were beginning to disappoint yourself. the thoughts that ran through your hands, unfinished mental sentences flashing one by one, they sickened you.

and so, as you sat on the floor in front of the bedroom door, you wept silently.

you didn’t want to come to terms with it.

unfortunately, it finally hit you when you started looking into his eyes more often, searching for a hint of any expression of unwanting, of dispensability. the stars you once saw were gone, the galaxy shredded apart, constellations disbanded. there was no milky way in his gaze, you didn’t see any. you just saw eyes.

your hands trembled as you stood outside the door to his study, the wooden door laughing at your stupid yet pure anxiety. thankfully, you had a sliver of self control, the saline tears welling up in your stomach never falling out.

diluc came out before you could come in. " love, hello, " he greeted, voice disgustingly sweet and dulcet and everything you wanted. but you didn’t want him. not anymore, apparently.

" hey. " you grimaced at the way you shook, voice far from calm and steady. your nervousness was blatant, displayed on every inch of your flesh for the whole world to see — for diluc to see. he looked at you expectantly, waiting for your next words as you stood before him, feeling so small under his stare although not malicious. eventually, the syllables came up to your throat, dreadfully so. " i’m leaving for the next few days. i thought i’d let you know. "

" for what? do i need to accompany you? "

your hands immediately waved in front of your face, dismissing his question. " no, not at all. it’s only for a bit. i’ll be fine, it’s not too far. "

diluc, in all his oblivious glory, believed you. and so, he nodded with a hum. he mentioned helping you pack your things right after, to which you quickly declined.

love with the cherry - haired man was sweet. too sweet. overwhelmingly sweet. his fingers dripped with both crimson and with the droplets of the sun, always careful with you, as if you’d break beneath his touch.

you left later that night. the winery slowly became a mere dot behind you, your footsteps leading you on the path towards liyue.

you couldn’t bear to be near him anymore. it was too suffocating. you grew tired of it — and for that, you loathed yourself.

but maybe, it was for the better.

# KAEYA

ever the flirtatious man, you had fallen for his pure charm and allure in both his looks and his words.

with midnight locks that dripped with galaxies and moonlight, he had stolen your heart

and unfortunately, you wanted it back.

a teasing grin rest on his features, features that were so soft yet so tainted by his past, marred by the grasping hands of his sins.

you sat in front of him, the wine glass in your hand losing all weight and at the same time sitting heavily upon your fingers. jumbled words lay entangled in your thoughts, the night seeping into the dark room as you shared this moment with kaeya.

from his lips, chapped and yet oh so soft, emerged a joke — one you’ve probably heard many times before. the syllables were garbled, static, white noise in your blemished ears. the old ghouls crawled on your shoulders, hissing into your head, replacing kaeya’s toneless melodies with your pretty little melancholic requiems.

" y/n, " his change in volume, somehow, shook you from your trance. there was that hint of pity and concern, one that always seemed to be there recently.

a small breath left your mouth in response. you noticed the way his eyebrow furrowed at this, the plastic grin written onto his skin sinking into a frown. " let’s go to sleep. you look out of it. "

mindlessly, you obliged, the glass nearly slipping out of your hold as you lifted yourself up from the chair.

escapism lied in kaeya’s affection.

what was real felt unreal, the unreal feeling real. it was at this point that you had absolutely lost it, buried yourself in your pitiful hole of sorrow. you had built castles in the clouds with soft smiles and echoing laughter, only for the foundation to crumble at your feet.

and you did nothing about it.

instead, you found otherworldly comfort in kaeya’s arms, your flesh lined by his as you chose to cast away the black sludge of misery that lay atop your weathered spine.

kaeya gave you a form of escapism, and you took it without second thought.

he, on the other hand, bore the weight of his sins and his past. all he had to do was coat it in sugar, sprinkle on some glitter to cure it all. teasing remarks and taunting smirks encased the bile in his throat.

of course, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it down like this for long — and so, he turned to you.

you, in all your porcelain and glassy glory, were his form of comfort, of fantasy. he had built his sanity on your skin, on your touch, on your presence.

he loved you for that.

you returned the golden drops of sunlight and humorous words he hid behind, sharing them just as he had. a perfect match, he had told himself, with a hopeful grin that was genuine and real, contrast to those playful smirks he would send to the people on the streets.

only now did he begin to lose that hope. his jokes and remarks melted into plastic, smiles practiced and molded into shape with his marred hands.

perhaps you’d understand.

you sat next to kaeya, trying desperately to listen closely as he spoke to his brother. the tavern reeked of alcohol, cheers of drunken men and women erupting and dancing amongst the walls. a small hole of pity lay in your stomach for diluc.

the drink before you was half empty, the color swirling about. dandelion fingers held onto the handle of the glass, however, there was no movement to drink any of the liquids within, dull eyes opting to stare at the wine instead.

a laugh erupted from the blueberry - haired man beside you, that all too familiar grin painted onto his sunkissed face as sweet rotting heaven slipped between the cracks in his teeth. you could tell he was at that light and airy state, his heavy bones slouching against the wooden stool as he rambled on about some encounter he had earlier today, his words slurred and the syllables lacking all sense of soberness.

how you wished to laugh along with him, to smile at his jokes, to sink into him as his tone slowly dissipated with every shot of alcohol.

but alas, your throat was dry, weeds scratching against your flesh, prohibiting you from doing what you once did with such ease. not even the wine could fix it.

diluc, of course, noticed the blank expression. his hand tapped on the bar counter in front of you to grab your attention. " are you alright? " he questions, genuine concern in his voice. " you should head home now. this fool is too drunk to head back later in the night. "

a small hum barely escaped from your throat, your arms circling around kaeya’s blackened shoulders. his limbs lay heavy in your hold, his feet dragging along the cobblestone as you dragged him home. more incoherent sentences left his lips, the sound slowly becoming unbearable.

you dropped kaeya on the bed, his body splayed across the mattress, taking up any space on the bed you might’ve had. and for some odd reason, it comforted you. the idea of having to leave the room and sleep on the couch instead sounded much better than struggling to lay on whatever small spot of the bed.

why?

you didn’t want to dwell on it. you’d much rather move on, cast it aside and find comfort in kaeya’s loose holds and butterfly kisses and drunken giggles.

you didn’t want to leave the one body that held escapism for you. but you had already fallen out, and you weren't sure on how to get back in.

# ZHONGLI

his wide knowledge of history was fascinating, something worth obsessing over

zhongli always had something about liyue’s history to share with you, almost as if it were his entire personality

you were beyond enamored.

he was always a simple man, even with his broad knowledge — that was what you had fallen for

just how long til you’d get sick of it ?

sunlit dust filtered through the window curtains, the sky just starting to light up. blended tones of moss and obsidian and barely blooming marigolds painted the horizon.

a sea of charcoal rest beside your thighs. zhongli was bound to wake up anytime soon, saying that he preferred getting up early so he’d have more time to do his work. it was because of this that you had begun waking up before him, most often at five a.m., just to greet him as he awoke. it was a habit you weren’t sure you’d grow out of.

eventually, the man beside you stirred awake, eyelids crafted of porcelain stars flitting open. “ good morning, dearest, “ he spoke in a low tone, voice somewhat raspy.

" morning. "

this was a routine — you wake up, he wakes up, he greets you, you greet him, breakfast. a routine that had become so engraved into your head, from the moment you fell into a relationship with him up to now.

routines just so happened to be favored by zhongli. simplicity was something he craved. you’d always admired him for that.

you admired him for many things.

til, soon, those very traits you had fallen for became the very things you held distate towards.

the thought made you ache.

yet another thing to ponder on for the rest of the day — or perhaps, the rest of eternity. however, as you sat beside his awakening form, beautiful and carved from the hands of the heavens, you wouldn’t think of it for now.

zhongli was quite attentive.

how sad that it would turn against you soon.

there was no way he could not notice the way your face would dull, no longer lit up by the angels’ fingertips, but instead replaced with the shadows the light created. he couldn’t have not seen how you’d lost interest in his historical ramblings, words carefully thought, yet falling upon deaf ears.

the thought of you leaving him made him crumble. fortunately, this was something he was able to conceal. letting you know sounded far worse.

letting you know meant you would let go sooner.

it made him chuckle, the genuine desperation he had to hold onto every inch of you. you stood atop the rail of a balcony, out of reach, as his hands struggled to grasp onto any piece of you. the more he reached, the more he risked falling over the edge.

it was a risk he was willing to take.

you didn’t know when it happened. you didn’t want to know. instead, you chose to ignore it, disregard it for forever, because you too didn’t want to let go. you were attached, holding onto the idea of having someone there for comfort, to fill that empty space in your small home, to find solace in someone else’s body heat. it was a concept that you found so painstakingly addicting.

perhaps it was when his words blurred into white noise, the sentences becoming an empty marsh in your head. those touches you once craved felt sharp against your skin, unfamiliar, uncomforting. maybe it was then that you had fallen out of the pit of love. you just didn’t want to admit it.

it left a disgusting pit in your stomach, angst churning in your lungs as you thought it over. shadows of your own regret gripped onto your flesh, ripping away at every piece of sanity you had left.

you simply didn’t want to let go. however, forever doesn’t last long. forever isn’t really forever, and no matter how much the word " eternity " fell from your lips it never meant anything.

in the end, you left.

you escaped the hands that gnawed away at you, turning away and never coming back.

zhongli didn’t know. but when he woke up to the cold spot on the bed, the house barren and dripping with sorrow, he finally realized.

you had left before he could hold onto you.

# CHILDE

you had always adored his energy, admiring the excitement that constantly spilled from the cracks between his teeth

grin plastered across his pale features, the sunlight dripping off of his shoulders as he spoke breathlessly — that was what you fell in love with.

childe promised to protect you always

perhaps it went too far, became too overwhelming

you wanted it no longer

weathered bones lay sprawled on the cold floor, the ginger’s form looming over yours. his hands were placed firmly on the sides of your head, as he spoke through ragged breaths, " good job. " a cracked hum just barely escaped from your lips, followed by a groan as you slithered out from beneath him. he sat hunched over, head hung low as he chugged his water.

galaxies stained your skin whilst crimson kissed your flesh. the sensation was not one formed by malice, no, but instead by protective affection.

the ginger crawled over to the spot beside you. heavy arms sneaked around your torso, his touch feeling comfortably uncomfortable, the contact eliciting no expression out of you whatsoever.

when had his presence become so unfamiliar?

the sunset bathed your bare flesh through the glass of the window, an experience you had long missed. your body was still moist from your shower who lasted who knows how long. your gaze drifted down to the scars drawn across your limbs, faint red lines staring right back. you held no hatred for them, not at all, however, that didn’t erase the ache they left.

your spine collapsed against the floorboards of your bedroom, a thump bouncing off the walls.

childe was probably standing in the middle of the golden house, waiting for your arrival — which should have been over 15 minutes ago. but alas, you found comfort in the way the sun caressed your form, indulging in the touch of the sky.

maybe, just this once, you’d spoil yourself.

a day of rest turned into three, three days into weeks. the idea of showing up to any sparring practice with childe had been washed away by your sea of euphoria, euphoria that stemmed from the feeling of finally being relaxed.

of course you still loved him.

didn’t you?

the soft smile that pulled at your lips thinned into a line at the thought. you swore to love him forever, after all.

when you heard the gentle knocks at your door, you grimaced, painfully so. despite the sour feeling gnawing at your ribcage, the hands of the ghouls that occupied your home scratching away at your hesitant form, you opened the door.

the man greeted you with a nervous smile, no sign of joy swimming in his eyes, the glimmer he once wore lost in clouds of melancholy.

" hi, " you uttered out, the word burning on your tongue as you stared at the floor.

" are you alright? " he questioned, genuine concern laced in the syllables, and yet, you couldn’t help but ridicule him mentally for being so foolish.

silence followed.

your lips hung open, the same sentence that rung in your head threatening to spill from your teeth. childe merely stared, almost as if he were begging for you to speak, to say something that would relieve his worries the slightest bit. or rather, worsen them.

his name was the first thing to fall from your mouth, the sound garbled and painstakingly unfamiliar. " i think we should stop seeing each other. "

there was no regret behind your tone — there never would be.

notes . omg ok so i should probably explain this bc its such a mess

rdr falls out of love with diluc bc they were only in love w the idea of him and his yk like darknight hero persona .

rdr falls out of love with kaeya bc ( buckle up ) of how suffocating it was to keep lying . they both used their wine and laughter and jokes as a form of coping with trauma nd because of this they thot they were the right ppl for each other without realizing they were lying to each other . rdr's like past and stuff catches up to them and theyre so drained and exhausted of all the giggles .

rdr falls out of love with zhongli bc he's simply too simple , too routine . he rambled on for moments on end about who knows what anymore , and honestly id have too small of an attention span myself to keep up with him lol .

rdr falls out of love with childe bc of his protectiveness / brashness (?) . he's too hyper and too focused on these little training sessions with you . its exhausting and you're not for it anymore .