#im not replaying that for a fourth time

[the-acid-pear-art]

Can't believe I never posted these. Have I not introduced Joletta to y'all? Anyway she's my last bugsnax oc and she's a journalist... Maybe.

[kazu-naito]

arranged marriage to fake dating to friends to lovers?? sign me up

[p0p-r0xx]

You can tell a lot about a Sonic fan based on what game's their favorite, I think. Because I think the fact that I like Sonic Chronicles a lot says a lot about me.

[arielluva]

i replayed turnabout trump again for like. the 5th time i think??? god its such a good case

[akihikosanada]

i better not have to eat my own words but i already know persona 2 rocks because i will not only get to see yukino and nanjo again (the two p1 favs) BUT i will get to have them on my party (though separately) in two different moments.....kiara W moments

[bellewintersroe]

Charles Leclerc x reader smut - part 2

obsessed with this man I s2g, so here’s a part 2, literally just a series full of smut, kinda spontaneous so I don’t even know where this is going, but whatever. Link to Part 1.

Since Charles and Jenny’s encounter, Jenny was left even more frustrated, and with Charles’ orders that she couldn’t cum until he was the one to make her, she struggles even more to cope with the anticipation of having him again. The aftermath of them two is a tense, giggly mess skcieifiekw Charles is really soft hasnt shown his confident side in bed yet and reader can tell.

Smut - 18+ sexting, masturbation, teasing, swearing, dirty talk. Charles is a flustered mess, almost blows it a little too quickly… oral, fingering, p in v sex. Sexual tension? Ahh I want this man so bad.

My half sister was asleep in bed next to me and all I could do was stare at the ceiling of the hotel, waiting, waiting and waiting. Why she was asleep at 8pm I’ll never know, but now I had no way from distracting myself from the real issue on my mind. Charles. After our encounter earlier all I could think about was having him again, I got butterflies whenever I thought about it, and when I replayed his words in my mind they went straight to my core.

‘Don’t touch yourself until I can’.

How on earth was I supposed to wait? My hotel room was free for three whole hours whilst Eva, my sister was with her ‘boyfriend’ that she’d met in Austria. Seeing as she’d been sneaking out and I’d kept her secret, it was her turn to keep mine. I’d kept to Charles’s words all afternoon, waiting rather impatiently, but now it was getting later and later, all I could do was laid with tightly crossed legs and scroll through my phone in a pathetic attempt to distract myself.

Charles had been texting me back and fourth all afternoon, apart from when he was training of course. The more time that passed the hornier I got. So I took myself to the bathroom, deciding to run a second shower. “Fuck this…” I muttered, locking the door and stripping off my clothes. My underwear were already dripping wet, and I sighed, annoyed by my own desperation. I could still imagine vividly the slight stretch of my tight hole around his cock, the way he’d press so hard against me that his balls would push against my ass. Before I knew it my right hand was rubbing over my clit, taking my phone in my other hand and snapping a picture of my bare tits and torso, cutting it off just before he could see where I was touching. Oops

I’d sent to him the message, stepping in the shower with my hair tied up to avoid getting it wet. Maybe it was a good idea to cool off. When my phone buzzed again, I took it with wet hands.

I thought you said you were going to wait

I’m not making myself cum, but I’m just so wet from earlier, I can’t help it

fuck you are making me hard

To this, I sent him another picture of my wet tits pressed together, fingers slightly sprawled over my pierced nipple, awaiting his response as I tightened my legs. I loved the idea of Charles being hard over me, no matter how many times we had these conversations, they never failed to turn me on more than anything. You are so fucking beautiful, I’m going to fuck you so good later

are you touching yourself? Smirking, I pulled out the camera again, leaning against the wall as I sunk down to the floor, spreading my legs and sending him a video of me rubbing my clit slowly. fuck fuck fuck Jenny im leaving in a minute

So hard for you omg

Leaning back I let out a quiet sigh, enjoying the sensation of touching myself, I was throbbing so desperately, closing my eyes and becoming lost in the moment. I imagined his fingers pushed inside of me, fingering me until I squirted down his arm, screaming his name as I tugged on his short hair. The way he’d muffle a moan if his face was pressed up to my pussy, tongue licking up and down as he made me cum all over his face. Fuck, if I continued I wouldn’t stop. I was dangerously close to losing control, so I had to pull my hand away and continue with a second shower, unable to look at Charles’ dirty words until I was done.

I will be back in 10 minutes, I’ll come get you

just as long as you’re quieter than you were earlier 😉

shut up

I giggled, realising I kinda had to rush. I had to go through the full routine again, moisturising, spraying perfume, picking out new underwear. “What’re you doing?” My sister grumbled from behind me, thick in her French accent, as I stuffed my phone into my pocket. I had to leave now. Charles was outside the room. “Uh going out, I’ll be back in the morning, don’t tell dad, cos’ I kept your boyfriend a secret!” I warned as she pfffted out a tired laugh. “Salope.” She joked as I fake gasped. “You are the slut!” I giggled, heading down the corridor, knowing my secret was safe. “Jenna?” She then asked. “C’est Charles?” I cringed at her question. She’d caught on oddly fast. “Non.” I lied, before slipping out of the room and seeing Charles stood there, hood up and a gentle smile covering his face. I immediately smile, being quiet to close the door behind me. “Bonjour.” I teased as he wrapped an arm over my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my lips, “hello.” He eyed me up and down, squeezing my shoulder before his arm dropped and he left a lazy hand on my lower back.

“Thats his room… be quiet.” I whispered, as we passed my father and step-mums room with our heads dipped. “Lucky, I am on a different floor.” He shrugged, pressing the elevator button. The whole time we were waiting for the lift I was anxiously awaiting somebody I knew to open their door or come out from down the hallway. When a door did pull open, I was grateful that we’d hopped into the lift for safety. Charles pressed the button number 7 and then I frantically pressed the close button, relieved when we began moving upwards.

He laughed at my frantic behaviour, coming up behind me and making eye contact with me through the mirror in the lift. “You look so good.” He muttered, voice getting lower as he stepped closer towards me, hooking an arm over my chest.

Smiling back up to him, I watched as he dipped his head inhaling the scent of my hair. “You smell good!” His words made me laugh now, feeling him nuzzle his nose into my freshly washed hair. “You weirdo!” I giggled, digging my bum back into his hips as he groaned, moving the hair back with a kiss to my neck. “Mmm, ça m'excite.” He admitted it turned him on as I hummed, running a hand over his clothed arm.

He mimicked my hum, leaving several kisses on my skin as I gasped out a soft sigh, just as the lift doors opened. There was two different couples stood wide eyed, luckily I didn’t recognise either of them as Charles cleared his throat, lowering his head and leading me out of the lift with his hand. Once we’d past them, both of us giggled, sharing a kiss whilst he used his keycard to open the hotel door.

Oh my god, his room was nice, 10x better than mine and Eva’s and I wasn’t surprised. I turned back to him with my jaw dropped. “It’s so nice in here!”

“It is… I gotta shower and I’ll be back with you, put whatever you want on the TV.” He glanced me up and down as I nodded, sitting down on the plush bed and leaning back. “Ugh, so comfy.”

“I know!” He exclaimed, stripping off his hoody and tossing it straight onto my head playfully. His phone was still in the pocket, luckily it didn’t hit my head but it didn’t stop him from rushing over.

“I am sorry! I forgot that was in there! Are you okay?” He laughed, scanning over me as he held my face. “I’m okay, you idiot.” I laughed, playfully tapping his face as he pressed a kiss to my forehead, and then again to my lips. Charles jumped up quick, almost child like. “Ok, I will go shower now.”

Whilst he was showering, I was struggling to work the TV, everything was in French, or German. I mean we were in Austria, I just struggled to follow the language when it was on the TV. In the end I settled for some French sitcom whilst I awaited Charles to be finished in the shower.

10 minutes later, Charles walked back out in a fresh pair of Calvin Kleins, practically diving on the bed with a playful look in his eyes. “Don’t look at me half naked.” He half joked as I giggled. “What?! I barley even saw you!”

“Good…” he spun around on the bed, resting next to me against the headboard. “What are you watching this for?!” Charles spluttered out a laugh, taking the control that had been resting in my hand. “It’s my favourite TV show.” I sarcastically spoke. “Can’t you tell?” “No, I can’t.” He laughed sheepishly, clearly thinking I was being serious. “I’m being sarcastic, I don’t even know what they’re saying. Their French is too quick. Le mien est lent.” I told him mine was slow, longing out the sentence as Charles scanned over my face. His gaze dropping down to my lips. “You sound good when you speak French.”

“Hm?” The corner of my lip perked, pulling my knees up slightly to bend, but Charles had other ideas. His hand smoothed down my thigh, nudging it back on the bed as I swallowed harshly. “It’s a shame I could not hear you in those videos earlier.” He muttered sending a wave of butterflies through my lower stomach. “I had to be quiet.” “You didn’t cum did you?” He asked, hand pausing as his fingers just about nudged under the hem of my grey jogging shorts. “No, I listened.” I teased, watching a smile grow on his face. “Now I have finally got you alone.” Charles smirked, his fingers continuing their way up to rest on my inner thigh. “About time.” I moaned, watching him sit up slightly so he could nudge his lips against mine to steal a kiss. I could feel his smile against my mouth the whole time, it made it a little hard to kiss, but I didn’t care, his excitement was a compliment to me. Plus, I’d been waiting for this all day. The playful tone in the room soon switched up to something heavier as he lay between my legs, kissing me hungrily with his tongue rolling over mine. There was that thick tension between the two of us again, one that made me pull his hips further into my own. We didn’t have to speak to let one another know how badly we yearned for this. I was wet just from kissing, and Charles didn’t hesitate to slip off my shorts, discarding them next to us on the bed.

“I want to taste you… can I taste you?” He asked, fingers inching closer up my thigh, teasing around the area as I writhed, not being down for this teasing. After months of fantasising about this, and him saying how badly he wanted his mouth on my pussy, my dream was finally coming to life.

“Yeah.” I weakly spoke, hand on his head as he worked his way down my body. Oh god, oh god, I was already breathing heavy, but this was just making my chest heave and fall at a ridiculous pace. “Are you sure?” He breathed, lips pressing a kiss to the lace of my thongs. “Mmh, please.” I moaned as he let out a soft chuckle, fingers nipping under the edge of my skinny underwear. “I like this.” He whispered before sliding them down my legs. I gulped, fidgeting my legs as he nudged them open, leaning in and finally licking a stripe up my pussy. The two of us simultaneously groaned. “Mmm, Charles.” I cooed, as he hummed, licking over me once again. The heat from his tongue, followed by his lips wrapping around my clit sent me onto a whole other planet. “You taste so good, baby.” He uttered, barely breaking away from his movements as he sucked over my clit again. He looked away, shyly, rubbing his hands up and under my tight shirt, squeezing at my tits. “Couldn’t stop staring at these tits.” He admitted as I let out a louder moan, feeling him pinch at the pierced buds. “So sexy.” He commented before licking up and down over my sensitive clit once again. “Charles.” My body jerked, knees trapping his head as he continued his assault on my core. “Oh my god, you feel so god.” I finally spoke, feeling him smile as I whined, grinding my hips against his mouth. “How can I make you cum, baby, with my fingers?” He asked, seeming a little unsure as I nodded with a pleasured sigh. Charles wiped the back of his mouth before kissing me, tracing once finger down my naval, over my slit and easily pushing into my wetness. “Oh, fuck.” I gasped as he hummed, nodding besides me as he kept pushing his finger in and out. “Keep- keep going.” I gasped, hearing the squelching of my wetness against his fingers, my own hand moved down to assist his, rubbing over my clit as Charles kissed at my cheek.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day. About you.” Charles admitted as I moaned, dropping my head against his for support. “Keep talking to me.” I whined, desperate to hear more. “About how tight your pussy felt, how badly I wanted to cum in there… can you take two?” He hummed as I moaned out loud, hand grabbing at his prominent bulge, desperate for something to hold onto.

“Yeah.” Charles pushed his second finger into my tightness as my breath hitched, feeling the intensity of his fingers jabbing at my G-spot. “I imagined you cumming all down my fingers.” His accent was doing wonders for me and soon it was my turn to talk back. “Gonna make me cum Charles, fuck, do you want me to?”

“Yes, baby, oui, jouis pour moi.” He instructed me to cum for him, my stomach curling and tightening as I let out a louder gasp, squeezing the head of his cock as he let out an inward groan. “Cum for me and I will fuck you so good.” He told me, “Charles!” I warned, hand moving to snatch at his flexed arm as I choked out several moans. “I-I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I gasped, feeling the overwhelming pleasure soon rattle through me. I felt myself release from below, squirting on him as I let out a borderline scream, covering my mouth but Charles pulled my hand away. “That’s it, that’s it.” He cooed me through my orgasm as I sobbed out, body writhing and twitching as he milked my orgasm.

“Tu as giclé pour moi. Tu es tellement bon.” He muttered gently, easing his fingers out of me once my body had relaxed. “What? I don’t know what tha’ means.” I panted furiously. “I don’t know it in English, you… you know.” He gestured down to my below. “Squirted?” I awkwardly said as he nodded. “Yes, I lost my English.” “Mmm, it’s okay.” I hushed, pulling him in for a kiss as I swiped my hand down to rub over his cock. “You’re so hard.” I moaned as he let out a breathy sigh against my mouth. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” I urged him on, taking a hold and rubbing more at his cock.

“I need to fuck you.” Charles then spoke, “I need to- putain, c'est trop bon.” He cut himself off with a curse in French, hips jumping when I squeezed his dick. He made out with me for a little longer, breathing heavy as I quickened my pace. “Non, non… I am taking care of you.” He seemed to fight an internal battle, but didn’t push me away. “I like doing this, Charles, making you feel good.” I cooed as he moaned out loud now. “C'est trop rapide. Putain, si tu n'arrêtes pas ça ira trop vite.” (This is too quick. Fuck, if you don’t stop it will happen too quick).

“What will happen too quick?” I bucked my naked hips up at him as he quickly stopped me. “Non, non, non. Give me a minute-“ he exhaled quickly, freezing and stopping my hand from touching him. “Are you okay?”

“You just nearly make me cum too fast.” For some reason, his words spurred me on further, but I knew I couldn’t continue to tease. “It’s okay.” I whispered, turning around and stripping my top off. Charles eyes were constantly on me, and it was within no time that he was pushing me under his body. “You can fuck me exactly how you wanted to now.” I giggled as he bit down on his lips, kicking off his underwear. “You want this?” He asked, pumping at his cock. So fucking hard and long, he was the perfect size. “Yeah… do you?”

“So much.” He cooed, easing himself in once again. I gasped, snatching at his shoulders. This time, the burn was a little harsher than before, but I pushed through it, knowing I was just a little sore from earlier. “Is it ok?” Charles let out a groan, with a noise like that how could I ever stop? “Fuck me.” I begged, moving my hips up until he finally began thrusting in and out of me. “Does that feel okay?” I could tell he was holding himself back, straining as he held himself up to wait for my answer. “It’s good.” I panted with a reassuring smile. “You feel so good.” This made hun smile as he moved forwards to kiss me much deeper now.

“Oh, yeah.” Charles moaned directly into my ear making me sigh out in utter pleasure, feeling his hand holding the back of my head. “Harder.”

“Harder?” He looked back as I nodded. “Please, I need it.” I spoke through almost gritted teeth as he rested his hands either side of me, beginning to fuck into me at a pace that I could barely moan properly at. He was so good, his hips were slapping against my own, the bed beginning to squeak at our antics.

I took his hand, running it over my breasts and throat teasingly. “Oh god.” He closed his eyes, tending his jaw as he thrusted into me harsher. With each intense thrust I yelled out, snatching and scratching at his back as Charles hissed. His cock was filling me up, stretching my pussy out, my legs were wide and he was slotted so perfectly between them. Sinful noises filled the room as we continued with our passionate fucking. I couldn’t stop, neither could he, it was like a desperation as we chased one another’s orgasms. Every time we’d start off sweet and slow it’s like something inside of us clicked and an animalistic side came out. I tugged on Charles’s wrist, pushing his hand onto my neck as he groaned. “You will make me cum, fuck! You will make me come, Jen- jouis avec moi. jouis avec moi, baby!” We were spooning, my leg stretched up as he frantically fucked me like there was no tomorrow.

“Cum together?” I repeated. “Oui!” He gasped out, tightening his grip on my neck as I rolled my eyes back, feeling him rubbing over my clit. The pace was overwhelming, I could no longer hold back the anticipation racking up inside of me. “Okay, cum, cum inside me, fuck, give it to me- Ah, I’m cumming!” My voice raised as Charles gasped out, fucking his seed into me as he came with a satisfied moan, simultaneous to my own. “Fuck, fuck. I just came so hard.” Charles choked out, his tight grip loosening do rub over my skin. I was exhaling loudly, body jolting and jittering from the aftershocks of my orgasm. “So did I.” I sighed, feeling him milking the last of his cum inside of me, body dripping with sweat as he gently rested an arm over me. “Just stay like this.” Charles cooed, pulling me close as I hummed, snuggling into his back. “Are you okay?”

“Tired.” I responded feeling him lifting his head to take a look at me. “Tu as bien fait ma belle.” (You did so good, my beautiful). An undeniable smile grew on my face. “So did you…”

[jai-lovely]

Me and you

Five Hargreeves x female reader

Blue. If you could imagine what blue would feel like thats i feel right now.

Sitting on a bench watching Five pace back and fourth isn't something I'd do for fun but when you do everything for you family and they just leave you first chance they get I don't blame him.

"Five would you stop pacing and mumbling your giving me a headache" I say while rubbing the frown on my forehead "Y/n we are sitting outside in the middle of the night with no where to go" he pauses "Everyone went there different ways"

He raises his voice while throwing his arms in the air pacing even more.

In the distance I hear a group of teenagers walking past us "Hey pretty lady" one of them screams while the others hype him up, high fiving each other and whistling "assholes" I mumble sinking into my seat growing uncomfortable, its not like its rare to be cat called im just not used to it.

I see five's shoulders tense as his back faces the group, before I could ask him if he's okay he aggressively walking towards the group of guys "Five? Five what are you doing? Five!" I am now sitting straight up while one of fives hands reach for the guys collar I see the other hand reach into the guys pocket pulling out a wallet "Not bad, not bad at all" he says as he takes out three twentys.

Five gets off of him and makes his way back to me "let's go find a motel or something, yeah?" He says holding out his hand for me, I put my palm on his and intertwine are fingers standing up and following his lead.

[Time skip]

Flopping on the squeaky hotel bed I lay down like a starfish while staring at the ceiling, I feel five sit next to me and stare at the wall "What the hell are we going to do" he speaks up while putting his head in his hands gripping his hair, "Hey hey hey calm down okay " I pause "how about I run us a bath then we will go to sleep and figure out everything kinks out in the morning, mhm" I sit up and look at him "okay" He smiles softly, I swear I could have melted right then and there.

Now laying in bed with Fives arm around my waist and my head on his bear chest I start to replay the events of the past few weeks of saving the world, after a few minutes I feel a hand rubbing the back of my head I instantly relax into his touch, I don't even remember falling asleep all I remember is Fives voice "Goodnight my love".

[icrypop]

I am sorry but I can't help but put this here is some flowers 😨😨🥲😔😔😔🌺🌺🌺🌺🌸🌸🌸

Ok so y'know how the whole reading dying for a second time how about we escalate that to FOUR TIMES YES FOURTH TIME🤭 (lol they really gonna have some trauma lol 😋👌) and reader still is able to live but has a hard time trying to cope with it ( poor y/n) but that's nothing for what the Yandere lovesick team is feeling 😭😭😭😭

Just imagine them creating a plan with the parents still freaking out and haveing a mental breakdown for the forth time that day creating a plan that reader should just stay in the graveyard for the rest of the time that their in the phantom realm

And ofc it's the team is yandere because who doesn't love yanderes 🤭😃☺️👌but do what makes you feel comfortable ofc and TAKE YO TIME ❗️❗️❗️❗️

-by ohmydearesthowiluvu72 ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ

Poly! Yandere! SBG Gang x reader who dies 4 times

The Gang!

Warnings: Extreme yandere tendencies, possessiveness, manipulation, veiled threats

OOOhhh jeez this wassss a good request! Im so sleepy guys lmao buuuttt im almost through with th requests, then ill make the announcements :') ANywayyy hope this meets expectations!

-Writer Icy<3

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The tension in the air after the fourth time the reader dies is suffocating. Each death shakes the Yandere School Bus Graveyard gang to their core, and with every life-threatening moment, their fear of losing the reader forever becomes unbearable. 

But the fourth time? The reader’s seemingly miraculous ability to cling to life begins to take its toll on both them and the gang. The reader, worn down physically and emotionally, struggles with the trauma of dying again and again. Each time they come back, it’s harder to find peace in the world around them. Sleep is elusive, memories of each near-death weighing heavily on their chest, making it hard to breathe. 

But for the gang? Their love and obsession take a darker turn. Witnessing the reader's deaths leaves them unstable, hearts racing with anxiety and a need to protect. Something in their minds snaps. They can’t let it happen again. They **won’t** let it happen again. 

Yandere Gang’s Reaction After the Fourth Death:

Ashlynn:

Ashlynn’s breakdown is quiet but devastating. She paces back and forth, wringing her hands until her knuckles turn white. Every time she closes her eyes, she can still see the reader’s lifeless body. It's a replay in her head that she can't turn off. She becomes obsessed with the idea that they need to keep the reader isolated, constantly muttering under her breath about ways to keep them safe. 

“Away from everyone… from the danger… no one can hurt them in the graveyard.”

She starts sketching out plans in her notebook, a frantic scrawl detailing how they’ll live in the bus graveyard. “It’s safer there. We’ll make sure they never have to leave. Ever.” Her obsession with protecting the reader takes over every thought, and she clutches her notebook like it’s the key to their survival.

Ashlynn’s hands tremble as she clutches the reader’s face, her eyes wild with desperation. “You can’t leave us again,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “I won’t survive it. None of us will. You belong with us now.”

She presses her forehead to theirs, her breath coming in shallow gasps as tears spill down her cheeks. “We’ll protect you. We’ll keep you safe. No more dying. No more pain.”

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Tyler:

Tyler is furious—at the Phantom Realm, at the world, at everything that keeps pulling the reader back into danger. His anger is overwhelming, and he spends hours punching the side of the abandoned buses, his fists bleeding. He can’t control the rage he feels for being powerless every time the reader dies. But beneath all the anger, there’s fear. Fear that one day, the reader won’t come back.

“We have to lock them away,” Tyler says, his voice gruff but laced with desperation. “No more risks. No more chances. We keep them with us, where they belong. Forever.”

Tyler is the first to suggest that the reader never leave the bus graveyard. He’s willing to do anything, even if it means confining them. As long as the reader is alive, that’s all that matters.

Tyler pulls the reader close, his grip almost too tight, his chest heaving with barely restrained anger. “I swear, if anything tries to take you from me again, I’ll destroy it,” he growls. “I don’t care what I have to do. You’re staying with us.”

He buries his face in their neck, his lips brushing their skin as he speaks, his voice low and possessive. “You belong to me—to all of us. Don’t even think about leaving again.”

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Taylor:

Taylor has been crying nonstop since the reader’s fourth death. The fear of losing them has shattered her completely. She can't handle the thought of watching them die again. Her normally confident demeanor is gone, replaced by a fragile, scared version of herself. She clings to the reader, holding them too tightly, not wanting to let go even for a second.

“We need to stay in the graveyard. It’s safe there,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “We’ll make it home. We won’t let anything hurt you again.”

Her possessiveness deepens as she becomes more attached, unwilling to let the reader out of her sight. Taylor's need for control grows stronger, fueled by the fear of ever seeing the reader disappear again.

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Aiden:

Aiden’s calm, composed facade finally cracks after the fourth time the reader dies. He tries to stay calm and fake a smile, but his hands tremble, and there’s a haunted look in his eyes. “This can’t keep happening,” he murmurs, pacing the floor of the bus. His mind races with thoughts on how to keep the reader safe, and he becomes consumed with the idea of trapping them in the graveyard permanently.

“We can make it comfortable,” he insists to the others. “No more risks. If they stay here, they’ll live. We’ll make sure of it.”

Aiden begins drawing up plans for turning the graveyard into a livable space, obsessively organizing every detail. He’s determined that the reader will never leave again—and he’ll make sure they’re kept safe, no matter the cost.

Aiden’s fingers trace the outline of the reader’s wrist, his touch light but filled with silent possessiveness. “We’re never letting you go,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with unspoken threats. “Not this time. You’re ours now.”

His lips curve into a smile, cold and sharp, as he leans in close. “We’ll keep you safe. No one will take you away from us. Not ever again.”

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Ben:

Ben’s response is chillingly silent. He hasn’t spoken much since the fourth time the reader died, his mind spinning with dark thoughts. Ben’s anger has always simmered beneath the surface, but now it’s boiling over. He’s not just angry at anyone who looks at the reader—he’s angry at the world itself for trying to take them away.

“We’ll keep them hidden,” Ben finally says, his voice eerily calm and out of earshot.

His possessiveness intensifies as he starts planning how to keep the reader hidden from the world. Ben is the one who suggests using the bus graveyard as a permanent home, a place where the reader will never be in danger again—and no one will ever find them.

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Logan:

Logan’s reaction is all-consuming guilt. Each time the reader dies, it feels like a piece of him dies with them. He believes that if he were stronger, faster, smarter, he could have prevented it. Now, his guilt mixes with desperation. He’s the one who suggests that they don’t just live in the graveyard—they trick the reader into staying on one of the buses.

“No one will find them there,” Logan says, his voice shaking. “We can seal it off. They’ll be safe. We can protect them.”

Logan’s willingness to imprison the reader comes from a place of overwhelming fear. He’s terrified that the next time they die, it will be for real. And he can’t live in a world without them.

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The Plan:

The gang agrees unanimously that the reader must be kept in the bus graveyard, away from the dangers of the Phantom Realm and the real world. They can’t risk losing the reader again. They become obsessed with transforming the graveyard into a permanent home, where the reader can live in isolation with them.

Each member of the gang takes on a different role—Aiden and Ashlynn make the plans, Tyler and Ben handle the physical labor, and Taylor and Logan ensure that the reader never tries to leave. Every time the reader expresses discomfort or fear, they’re met with soft reassurances and veiled threats. 

“This is for your own good,” they all say, their voices filled with devotion. “We won’t let anything happen to you again. You’re safe now.”

The reader’s trauma from dying multiple times only makes them more vulnerable, and the gang takes advantage of that vulnerability, keeping them close at all times. They’ve already lost the reader too many times—they won’t let it happen again.

Ever.

[mousemannation]

The crowd was actively cheering for aiava bcs she's Australian BUT was also cheering for Collins in her points and when she won BUT THEN Collins decided to tell the crowd to go and get their paycheck.

I’d have to watch the match replay to verify this although i have heard the crowd get rowdy at other matches so I wouldn’t put it past them to have booed some of the times- or just generally been noisy at inappropriate times. Like during Draper v Kokkinakis I don’t think the crowd were really booing Jack but near the end of the fourth they were getting frequent warnings from the umpire for being noisy during/in between serves.

they’ve posted her on court now, it obviously doesn’t include what was happening during the match but you can hear the crowd booing for this. I think having a whole crowd boo you is never going to put you in a good position, but yeah Danielle’s response is not doing herself any favours.

I guess it comes down to what you expect from players in the face of a crowd that’s against them. Should they throw it back at them or should they not engage? I personally think they should not engage, which is why I find Danielle’s actions distasteful- but if you’re the sort of person who thinks players should be allowed to egg the crowd on then you probably disagree with me.

I know the elephant in the room for any discussions about Danielle is whether the “outcry” is a misogynistic double standard. I’ve been really trying to look over my opinions and see if im falling into misogynistic stereotypes, but on this case I personally don’t think I am. I think by and large yes, Danielle is subject to more scrutiny as a woman, but I also think my personal feelings on this subject match how I feel about anyone behaving this way.

Some mild ribbing of the crowd is passable, but to literally take the mic and be sarcastic and talk about all the money you’re going to earn just doesn’t sit right with me.

[cerise-angel]

waiting game +18

gator tillman x reader

notes: nothing much just sad smut cause im sad and horny. hope you guys like it 💕

Gator watches you cleaning up the windows of his room, from afar, with the goddamned vape on his mouth, as usual. He knows that his parents dont pay you well enough for the immaculate cleaning you do. He wonders why you do it so perfectly, but then again, he remembers his parents would fire you if the cleaning wasnt spotless. And like you told him once, shit job with shit pay its better than no job and no pay.

Gator assumes youre right, but he doesnt understand really. He doesn't need to. His dad owns the city, and pretty soon Gator will too. He's contemplating whether he should or not go talk to you, remembering the first time you two chatted. Mostly he spoke, talking about how pretty you were to be doing such a nasty job. And how prettier you would look like on his mattress. He said grinning, like he knew you, like he thought he could win you. You stared at him with dead eyes, the gaze on them much similar to the deers he sometimes shot with his father. Made him flinch. "I need this job Gator. And not even you will fuck this for me." He stills replays this phrase on his mind every night, sometimes while touching himself, showing you that you need him, not the job. Sometimes when he had a rough day, he thinks about what you meant, and why he couldnt answer properly, leaving you with a stuttered and whiny "Fuck you."

He stares at you now, unabashedly, hazel eyes greedily tracing the swell of your breasts on the tight tank top. They follow to his favorite part of you, pretty chest and neck glinting with sweat and a bit of sudsy water from the window. When he feels youre about to look at him, he decides to stare at your thighs and ass covered by a pair of black sweatpants. He chuckles, when his eyes stare back up at your face, your eyes angry at him. Before you can say or do anything, he reaches to you, inhaling smoke from the vape and blowing it against the window you just finished cleaning. He leans against the wall, smiling fondly at you.

You sigh, rolling your eyes and catching the bucket with soapy water to clean it again. Gator waits for you to finish, eyeing you greedily, thinking about your soft skin against his, your hands cleaning him with the same focus you clean his house, before blowing a big puff of lychee scented smoke against the glass. He smiles again, like a mischievous kid. Which he is. Again, you sigh, grabbing the yellow sponge from the bucket, ready to clean again. This is not what Gator wants. He wants your attention. He wants you to give him some reaction, to curse at him, to smack his chest so he can hold your arms, press you to the wall and kiss you. But you dont seem willing to play his games today. He hates that.

Huffing, he does the most annoying thing that he can think of and kick the full bucket. The soapy water runs on the wooden deck, that you had cleaned prior. Throwing the sponge at his chest, almost crying from frustration (this is the fourth time this week that Gator decides to taunt you) you snap.

"What is it Gator?"

He looks at you with small eyes, like hes ready for a lecture from his mother. When he doesnt speak, just keep looking at you with his puppy eyes, you groan, walking past him to fetch the kicked bucket. Gator stops you, manly hands grabbing at your sides. You curse at him, too tired for this. He doesnt seem to care, dragging you inside the house, ignoring how you try to fight him, nails digging at his biceps and foot glued to the ground. At his room, he gently releases you, locking the door patiently while you curse and cry at him. He reaches to you, rough hands holding your face before licking your tears. Even though you dont want to, your body betrays you, the whole situation too familiar, you hug him, enjoying his body warm and affection.

"I miss you. I want you. I need you. Please."

Each phrase is punctuated with a sloppy kiss to your lips. You only nod, and he knows that means that you miss him too, that you want him too. His mouth devours you, plump lips caressing every inch of skin they can find. You whine, because you want him to kiss your lips, to taste your spit, and he complies right away. He tastes like peanut butter and artificial lychee flavoring. You dont mind. He tastes like him, and even though it pains you to admit, that is your favorite taste.

"I dont wanna get fired." You mutter while his hands help you to get rid of the tank top.

"You wont. And if you were, that makes it easier for us."

You pull away from him. Again, Gator doesnt understand that you need this job. That being fired wont be good because theres no way in heaven that his parents will let you two stay together. Because he is a Tillman, and you are the cleaning lady. And you know that Gator wont do shit to try to keep you. Not really. He looks at you, searching for what he did wrong, why are you crying and hiding from him again. Gator reaches to you, pulling you to sit in his lap, holding you the way you do when his father shits on his head. With glossy eyes you look up to him.

"I think I love you. Tell me how is that going to make anything easier."

Gator is in shock. He swallows air, heart beat racing, this is everything he wanted to hear from you since the fourth time he kissed your chapped lips. He doesnt know what to say, and you take his silence as a bad thing. Hurting you try to get away from his embrace, before he snaps out of his transe. Gator pulls you back to him, glueing his mouth to yours, a mess of spit and tears. He cant talk, but he can show you. His hands free you from your old bra, pulling your pants off. You help him get out of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers in a rush. He never stops kissing you. His hand cups your pussy, while the other touches your nipple in a agonizing pace. He licks into your mouth pulling your panties down and plunging two fingers in. You moan softly, trying to rub one of your clothed feet on his dick. He gasps softly, adjusting your feet against him, fucking you faster, kissing your lips so hard that you feel them bruising. Gator quickly takes his fingers off you, replacing them with his swollen cock. He sets a brutal but gentle pace, making sure you feel all of him. Your hands grab at his biceps, his back, his ass, every part of him you can reach. He holds your hands at the top of your head, squeezing them in sync with how your pussy squeezes him. When you come, crying softly on his chest, he smiles proudly. You cradle his chin with both of your hands bringing his lips to yours. He comes eagerly inside you, filling you up, and resting his spent body on top of yours. Your arms and legs are still tangled on his torso, locking him on you. Gator enjoys that, feeling on his skin how much you need him. When you release your grip, he rolls to your side, pulling you to him.

"I can try to make it easier." You decide to believe him for now.

[robobarbie]

whats up gamer. my buddy. i just want u to know u have ruined my life i have been final fantasy clean for 3 years!!!! and all of a sudden after my fourth replay of toasters good ending i was like hmm maybe i could download final fantasy and then!!!!! the 24 hour maintenance happened which lead to my 5th replay of toasters route im stuck in a loop man get me out!!! get me out!!! anyway love ur work every time i realize toaster isnt real i go througb multiple stages of grief i am not living i am merely surviving im almost at 200 frontline matches kn pvp im close to getting the fuckimg mount okay bye

another life destroyed. ur welcome

[solvisun]

hi solvia ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ i hope your first day of the year has gone well !! i have a few questions if you don’t mind? just to get to know you better ‹𝟹

what made you fall for tsukishima? :3

which fic of yours was your favorite to write?

what is your favorite thing about yourself?

oh my goodness ieva you don't know this but i am buzzing at the sudden questions JKAJAKJSA let me just...collect my thoughts & hopefully i won't ramble too much now..

to be completely honest with you i wasn't as obsessed with him as i am now. sure, i felt incredibly proud of him when he got his moment during the shiratorizawa vs karasuno arc, but i wasn't as attached, considering that i forgot about him over the years </3 but when i reread/rewatched haikyuu last december, and that my type/attraction already changed as time had passed, he suddenly looked so...beautiful to me. he was already at first but...i felt more drawn to him now, i keep replaying that scene in my head when he first met kags and sho and he obviously showed his disdain for 'passionate people,' how he found love again for volleyball, and..i really see myself in him. maybe because i've changed, or understood better of myself, but something about him tugs at my heartstrings. if that makes sense haha. it's like coming back to a home full of love and passion you never knew you still had within you. him for volleyball and me with writing, because i loathed my writing up until december. and i never knew i could find joy again in this hobby, not until i gave the chance to write him, with no expectations afterwards. just the simple pleasure of indulging in your own hobby :]

obviously hershey's kisses which i'm writing now <3 fourth chapter is being written as i type this out <33 im trying to channel my experience based feelings on this fic & hope to succeed <333 here, i'll spoil you a bit <3

there’s a rosiness colouring his cheeks that almost seemed to look natural, he twists and flexes his wrists when he’s trying to distract himself—of what, exactly? a knowing smirk curls up on your lips. to you, you read him like an open journal, to everyone else, he’s as reserved as a safe. “stop staring,” he says, sounding dry that translates to, ‘i know what you’re thinking,’ but the way his gaze flicks to the ground betrays him. “who’s staring?” you tease, feeling coy.

thats a hard question WHAT lol, uhm. i guess it's the recent way i feel secure in being independent and all <3 how i can be really chill in my relationships, letting people go or accepting that time does stretch your distance. but also being open if they ever want to come back in my life. im just a chill girl overall 😭

ANYWAY thank you for this heueheu i’ll be sending questions later too if that’s ok!!! have a good day/night luv <3

[yonglixx]

Hello! I am a baby stay - very enthusiastic and very confused!

I have questions but I keep seeing "fake fan" posts. Are stays usually excited about new stays joining or are they mean to new stays? Can I ask questions online or will stays be upset because I don't know very much?

Can you explain their names? I get confused by Minho and ¿Jeongin? - are those just other names for lee know and IN? Do other members have alternate names? Sometimes I can't figure out ship names and I think it's because of this. Han gets called something else too I think sometimes.

Thank you!

Hi:) sorry for taking too long to answer I was busy but im glad you're a fan:) so to answer your first question , no Stays don't mind at all!! I mean we all started as baby stays so I know it might seem scary but people are always happy and Im not sure where these "fake fan" posts are coming from , I personally have never seen them but ofc there will always be toxic fans (every fandom has it so thats expected but we have more good fans than toxic so thats good). Also, people are generally happy to receive any type of ask and they will not be mean at all, unless they are just a mean person haha (don't get discouraged , like I said more good fans than mean or toxics fans haha).

For your second question, yes they are just simply nicknames so they all have them , here are some commons ones and a good post on quora. And I know its confusing (I accidentally tagged them wrong in my posts when I was a baby stay haha so its all good nobody expects you to learn their names and nicknames right away, you'll get used to it as you go).

For your third question , completion albums like replay are divided into A side and B side so the B side tracks are with no psychical release so online but here is a google simple explanation: "SKZ-RECORD is a collection of songs by members of Stray Kids that were not formally released. These include special tracks, covers and other non-promotional projects released by the members on YouTube. SKZ-PLAYER is a collection of video projects by members of Stray Kids that were not formally released." And no not all skz songs are gonna have Music videos sadly but I don't think anyone really does that.

And for your fourth question, the only subunit that was established , I think before they became official is 3racha (han, Bang Chan, and changbin and also rap-line) and they produce the majority of their music so song writing, composing, and producing. The rest of the rachas followed this and while danceracha (Lino, Felix, Hyunjin) are the main dance group , so they lead, and sometimes help with choreography but they are not as established as 3racha but they are known to be I guess the "best" so thats why they lead, especially Lino. (he used to be a backup dancer for BTS). And then there is vocalrachca which is mainly Seungmin and I.N. All of this is confusing I know but don't worry, you will get it as you go.

For your last question, 'shipping' like in a friendship way is totally okay and we all do it but not more than that, like there are people who always just take it too far and it is very inappropriate and the members have not said anything unless its just to entertain their friendship 'ships' for fun. So when it comes to "shipping" just use common sense I guess, these are real people and we see them together all the time bc they are a group/freinds so you can't speculate on their personal or relationship status'. It's just deeply uncomfortable, unethical, and just weird so as long as its just for friendship like you will see a lot of people tag some posts with their favorite duo as "hyunlix" which is Felix and hyunjin for example but nothing weird. So here is again a great thread from Quora for those names.

Lastly, I just want to say I hope I answered your questions or some of them at least, its very confusing like I said, so just take it easy and be respectful and have fun and I hope you enjoy being a stay and thank you for asking:)

[emmetofthestars]

king is egotistical as hell right. its hard to say. he is, but im always thinking about things besides his ego. from the very first moments that i played we love katamari reroll, he felt so much more different from katamari damacy reroll. yes, they added a replay mechanic, and they incorporated it by king asking if you want to try again - but he asks. he asks if you want to go home now or if you want to try again. its something so miniscule but means alot to me. everything of his attitude changes in we love, like hes really thinking things over now (he himself says hes, well, busy thinking about the future.) and its very strange. in my head theres still a great disconnect between katamari damacy king, and we love katamari king. from the outfit to how he talks to what he tells the prince. egotistical sure. but why in we love is he suddenly "softer"? the game over screen is in no way less violent or hurtful in either game, but in katamari he outright disowns prince, or atleast refuses to acknowledge him any more. in we love he insists, he shouldve been better. he shouldve tried harder, shouldnt have been a let down. look what youve done to the fans (our admirers! our source of validation!). the whole thing about katamari in general is how hard it is to dance around that whole line of the games tone. you cant take any of the games completely seriously, but there is also merit in what happens and what king says, and it seriously kind of hurts my brain to think about it.

what im saying is- its hard for me to even take we love katamaris cutscenes seriously. with kings occasional fourth wall breaks, it makes me think he doesnt take it seriously either, which is extremely hard to process for me. when i got papas mask present, he hands it to me without another word, which seems to be clear he has unresolved feelings about him, but also, this is katamari damacy, so does it actually MATTER? in the game where king and queen met because they had a meet cute (bumped into eachother and fell in love)? a game depicting physical emotional abuse in what are honestly very melodramatic cutscenes, next to king popping and saying "he cant wait for the next episode"? you cant exactly say they wanted people to actually take them seriously- instead its more like a sort of story thats supposed to inspire emotion on purpose, with intent, in the sense that its MEANT to be cheesy and overly emotional. its fucked up when king cries and kneels to papa in a literal tone, but in the story its meant to be their honest reconciliation, given the cutscene right after is papa, king and queen reunited. SERIOUSLY it makes my brain hurt. i love stories but i know that to convert something like that into an actual deep narrative seems like it would betray author intent, and would also just make me feel in the wrong.

at the same time... if im going to make comics and writing, how the hell do i translate this? king is abusive. but its clearly a result of generational trauma, nevermind being in the royal family. he has no idea how to live like an adult because he was never taught that. what with his pondering in we love, it makes me think hes starting to regret some things, but its hard to tell whats going on in his head at any point. its no wonder hes so opaque, of course. not just his upbringing influences him, but the tone of the game, because theyre not going to have king ever be 100% honest about his deep feelings- itd betray the tone of the game in a way that feels silly. like, if he would break down talking about papa, itd probably happen in a way that you ALSO cant take it seriously. theres always some element of ridiculousness in anything katamari, right? alot of things i think about. of course, i can never see something like this and not start thinking about it deeply regardless. dont even get me started on my opinions about kings outfits and his style, which i consider way too important.

im excluding any game past we love btw. only katamari and we love were directed by keita, which makes them the only accurate representations of king, in my opinion. the "king beats the shit out of prince" game over from me & my katamari is also really fucked up, but ultimately worthless, because seriously, i doubt any of the games gets kings character right after we love- when they cant even get his style of clothing right.

[shinakazami1]

AJDJSG HIII ILU I JUST HAD TO THROW U A CURVE BALL but seriously I did have a Borderlands phase and I can 1000% understand the Rhys brainworms so I needed to hear more of yours :D ALSO AWE thank you!

I might as well ask your thoughts on Rufu- PSYCH! Thoughts on Goal?? >:3

BRO U HAD?? YOU HAD THEM ALL DEAR LORT I HANDSHAKE U im doing reverse Mel hyperfix run I see!!

But now, it's time for g-g-g-g-

GOAL

(I hadn't played the games and hadn't consumed any content in a long time so. We will see how this will go. Ouuu I might replay it too,,)

How I feel about this character

The fact she started as the stereotype of sleeping beauty (and well... Sort of went through it a lot KSJEJRJSJSHD) BUT THEN LIKE. WHEN SHE WAS CONCIOUS (GOOD LORT THIS SOUNDS BAD) SHE SLAYED.

Just as I mentioned in my Borderlands girlies, Deponia ones are also strong af. And Goal is one of the examples. She lived in a utopia (well not on Utopia but Elysium but u know) and went on the trip because she wanted to make sure. She was Cletus' fiance and seemed to care about him but when she learnt about state of Deponia, what did she do? She ATE that and immediately was like 'we gonna inform them all'. And like I feel the disc is a great social commentary esp since only women got those. Horrible misoginism around, to be able to erase someone's being so easily, or split it to main factors, eughhhh. Yet! It brings such an interesting narrative!!

Lady Goal - all the upbringing she went to. The perfection others got into her brain

Baby Goal - the childhood he lost, the innocence and care in the world

Spunky Goal - adventurous. The part that got to talk most on Deponia, and in the fourth game imo.

The fact the internalised conflict got shown so well in the game. And then the self betrayal, only for her to come back once again.

And then again, in Goodbye Deponia. Goal kept on reinforcing herself as an independent fella who still sometimes fell for Rufus' lies. The fact that till the end, her own goal (haha) of getting to Ulysess and telling about Deponia worked out, and then, she had to lose Rufus just hurts a lot. The fact she didn't want to let herself mourn, that she had to bring back Rufus because he never gave up during the story - ough. She lost her home. She lost so much. And in the end, she let herself accept it and go.

She saw the world with a pink eye monocle. Cus she kept on calling Rufus and other people out. She could do so on Elysium probably, seeing her upbringing but also, she had to go opposite to her Lady training.

She's a great character. Truly

All the people I ship romantically with this character

BRO you single handedly made me like her with all the clones. Rufus, Cletus, Argus, though for Argus mostly as funny enemies-besties.

But... GoalxToni for life,,,

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I want to see her act more with rest of the squad. Lotti, June, Hermes, Doc, Bambina,,, there are a lot I think if she had more time, would love to have her around.

My unpopular opinion about this character

This fandom has great takes so I don't think I have any. I'm a bit too rusty tho sjshsh

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

L... Less sleep....

[paopujuice]

tagged by @homunyas and @mellowgoop to share my top ten games! full kh series in first place as usual. also caved and accepted that yes three of the spots actually do belong to zelda for real literally. i like them too much (linky wake switch also shares its spot with dx of course). next time i replay twipri it will probably secure a fourth spot. i dont want to talk about tenth place i actually genuinely cannot believe im putting it on the list and i dont know how long it will last but unfortunately um. yeah hi

im bad at tag games im not tagging anyone specific but any pals who see this and wanna do it, consider yourselves tagged (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧