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Like can we pls pls pls pls pls get a smut where Reader sees alexias new photos for nike (though she had shown to reader some they did had the edit the impact you know) reader getting all hot and bothered and jumps on alexia qhen she gets home like do it everything with me
it’s not smut because i’ve got to save some material for bitter sweet
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The day is, for the most part, unremarkable.
You wake up at 07:26, which is two minutes before your alarm, which is irritating because you could have had those two minutes. You stare at the ceiling for a moment, assessing your bodily functions—slight stiffness in your neck from the way you slept, residual warmth from the duvet, a faint need to pee but not urgent enough to act on. Alexia is still asleep next to you, her breathing slow and deep. There’s a dent in the pillow from where she’s been lying, a strand of hair curling across her cheek. You could stay here, watch her, but then your alarm does go off, and reality intrudes.
You shower, make coffee, scroll absentmindedly through your phone, thumb moving in automatic, practised motions. You see the photos at exactly 08:02.
And that’s when everything changes.
At first, your brain doesn’t fully register what you’re looking at. There’s a moment of lag, like a buffering screen, a stutter in your synapses. Then the full weight of it hits, and it’s like being smacked in the face with a sledgehammer. A very attractive, well-lit sledgehammer.
It’s Alexia. Obviously, it’s Alexia. But it’s Nike Alexia.
Sweaty. Flexing. Half-naked.
Her abs look like they’ve been sculpted by the gods. Her arms—veins subtly pronounced, muscles taut, defined—are a work of art. There’s a slight sheen of sweat on her skin, catching the light in a way that feels almost… obscene. Her gaze is focused, intense, fixed down the lense, like she’s contemplating the meaning of life but also potentially about to fight someone.
You stare. Then you blink. Then you stare again.
Something warm pools low in your stomach, and your grip on your phone tightens. You have seen Alexia naked. Repeatedly. You live together. You have firsthand knowledge—intimate, detailed knowledge—of every inch of her body. And yet, somehow, these photos manage to feel like a personal attack.
Your first thought is: How dare she?
Your second thought is: I need to sit down.
Which you do, heavily, onto one of the kitchen stools. Your coffee is abandoned, cooling rapidly. The world outside continues as normal—birds chirping, distant traffic noise, the faint hum of the fridge—but your internal landscape has been irrevocably altered.
You should say something. React. But words fail you, so instead, you just keep staring, swiping through the photos in what can only be described as a state of near-religious awe. You don’t even realise you’re making a noise—somewhere between a sigh and a groan—until you hear movement behind you.
Then, her voice, still thick with sleep.
“What are you looking at?”
Your soul leaves your body.
You exit out of the app too quickly, fumbling with your phone like a guilty teenager caught watching something they shouldn’t be. Which is ridiculous. You are an adult. You are in a committed relationship with this woman. There is no reason for you to be acting like this.
And yet.
“Nothing,” you say, entirely unconvincing.
Alexia pads barefoot into the kitchen, wearing one of your T-shirts, her hair slightly messy. She yawns, stretching, and your eyes immediately zero in on the movement, the flex of muscle beneath skin. It is unfair that she looks this good first thing in the morning. Unethical, even.
She squints at you, then at your phone. “Why do you look like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’ve seen God.”
You take a slow, steadying breath.
“Not God,” you say. “Just Nike’s new campaign.”
She blinks. Then, the smirk starts, slow and knowing. “Ah.”
“Don’t ah me,” you say, pointing accusingly. “This is your fault.”
“My fault?” She moves to the fridge, retrieving the orange juice. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You posed.”
She laughs, pouring herself a glass. “I did.”
“You flexed.”
“I did.”
“You—” You gesture vaguely, helplessly. “You glistened.”
She tilts her head, amused. “That’s usually what happens when you’re sweating.”
“I don’t sweat like that,” you say, almost mournful. “I sweat like a normal person. You sweat like—like—” You pause, struggling to find the words. “Like a Nike advert.”
Alexia sips her juice, looking infuriatingly pleased with herself. “That’s convenient.”
You exhale sharply, dropping your head onto the counter. “I need help.”
“Probably.”
Silence stretches. You can feel her eyes on you, can hear the faint clink of her glass as she sets it down. Then, her voice, softer now, but with an unmistakable thread of amusement.
“Do you want me to sign one for you?”
Your head snaps up. “What?”
She gestures toward your phone. “A print. I can sign it for you. Make it personal.”
You gape at her, scandalised. “Do I look like the kind of person who would have a signed picture of their girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“You have my old Barça jersey framed.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“It’s—” You flounder. “It’s memorabilia. Historic.”
She raises an eyebrow. “So these pictures aren’t historic?”
“Not unless I drop dead from looking at them,” you mutter.
Alexia grins. “Want me to flex for you right now?”
You make a noise that is neither dignified nor human.
Alexia laughs. It’s light, teasing, but there’s something else behind it, something knowing. She closes the small distance between you, leans in, voice low.
“You’re blushing.”
“I’m not,” you lie.
Her hand brushes your arm, slow, deliberate. “You are.”
You swallow. Your mouth is dry. Your heart rate is—scientifically speaking—fucked.
This is fine. This is manageable.
Then, she actually flexes.
And you black out.
Metaphorically.
Mostly.
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nsfw below the cut! 1/2
This is the rewrite because I BOMBED the first draft, thinking I’d be too vulgar,, But I’m hoping this is what the people want! Sooooooo many unrealistic sexpectations polute smut and I’m hoping to be more lifelike. The format is character/length (inches) /sex skill (is unaffected by length!)
Trey Clover - 6. Exactly 6. - 7/10
-First measured it as a late preteen, and left the ruler in his bathroom!!! Got caught right away, his family still jokes about it,,
-He’s trimmed but not shaven (can’t avoid razor bumps no matter how hard he tries), with little moles near the base that give him heart attacks whenever they grow. Once tmi’ed Cater drunkenly with a “They’re on my money makerrrr :(“ then threatened him into taking it to the grave
-Trey is FANTASTIC at fingering, and talks about ass like he’s kneading dough but in sexy way!! Loves doing it while spooning, he says there’s no better way to stay close <3
Cater Diamond - 5ish - 4/10
-Cater takes PREMIUM nudes, and knows how to hide them real easy! He’s got this alternate network rigged up by this ignihyde kid, and- Oh! More pics and less talking? Blocked :D You’re required to listen to his rants for any play (not that it’s good)
-He is FULLY shaven and always keeps moisturized- he looks wayyy too much at his own balls to be normal, but at least he tastes clean! (Also talks about being uncut a LOT, everyone knows)
-Your poor boyfie gets SO sweaty when he’s on top, it’s a mercy to let him lay back and get spoiled,, I mean, can you blame him? The closest he’s gotten to penetration was some blowie he paid for on snapspell.. Please keep touching him! He’s got a spankbank to feed!
Leona Kingscholar - 4 - 2/10
-You can describe sex with Leona in one word. Sloppy. There’s just sweat and slick everywhere!! He might not have the highest libido, or any creative positions in his repertoire, but he’s a professional at laying down and taking it!
-For any regular sessions, you have to be the one to initiate- It’s not that he doesn’t want it, but time passes pretty quickly when you’re asleep,, Some good morning fun’ll perk him right up! (He’s started to blame you for being late to practice. It’s getting harder to hide your “secret hacks” from Epel,,)
-Nobody has time to stay shaven when you only get six hours of daylight. You are SO lucky that the hair’s thin, but unless you’re doing it in the shower there’s no way to avoid the sweat :(
Vil Schoenheit - 6, closer to five - 4/10
-The ONLY reason his ss is so low, is his inexperience! He’s the perfect man in every other aspect, but do you really want to sneak off set after set for mid hookups? Is it even worth it?
-Once he’s in a groove, sex with Vil is amazing- But the aftercare is what you’re really after. A warm compress and fruity snack is just what you need after “oral” or “digital” (He doesn’t let you use the fun words like “blowie” or “handy”. Sex is deadly serious with him, excluding a few giggles!)
-Vil may start off with a slow sex drive and high standards, but the lure of quickies is too strong!! Suddenly he needs your mouth on his daily, and he feels pathetic :( So long as you don’t make fun of his “perfectly normal sexual appetite”, you’ll continue being gifted with his presence. Be very careful what you say and touch!
#twst yuu#twst#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#yuu twisted wonderland#twst x reader#trey clover x reader#cater diamond x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#rook hunt x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader
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FUCK AWFFF COLLEGE RODRICK
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everybody gave you two the kind of “really, him?” “how’d he get her?” sidelong glances when you’d started dating in high school. you’d basically swooned over him the first time you’d met at school—but for most of your classmates, the way he’d chase people down to convince them to attend his band’s shows rubbed them the wrong way. most people would describe Rodrick as ‘desperate’—but they weren’t fucking him, so they didn’t know how truly desperate he was, did they? either way, it didn’t matter. you wanted him, you had him hook, line and sinker. you weren’t exactly upset that people weren’t trying to snatch your boyfriend from you—you got his shaggy hair that was always too long, his hands calloused from the drum sticks, his nervous smile that he tried to play off as a smirk. you got him. you liked it that way.
you went off to college together, and Rodrick looked different by the end of freshman year. he was different. he laughed at the frat boys and grimaced at the music they played at parties. sure, he’d always been into different stuff—but now he was confident about it. he liked his music. he liked his friends. he liked his band. and, of course, he liked you (doesn’t count though. that’s not controversial. everyone knows you’re hot.)
you noticed this change in confidence before anyone else did. before it showed in his eyes and his clothes, it showed in the way he grabbed your face to kiss you, tangled his hands in your hair, grinned into your mouth. it showed in the way his fingers dug into his hips when he was fucking you, the way he ran his mouth. it had always been “this is so hot” “i can’t believe i’m fucking you” “you’re so hot” with him. now, he was boldly moaning “you like that, huh? i can feel it” he chuckled at the way you gushed around him when he was buried inside of you, he loved it, and now he wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it.
people did notice him now, though. his new favorite bomber jacket did wonders for him, and his arms had gotten a little bigger underneath it. he wasn’t ‘hunky’ now, by any means, but in college people were a lot more forgiving of the eyeliner-and-unsuccessful-band thing. it wasn’t lame and desperate here, it was cool and niche. you two weren’t hot girl and “he makes me laugh” loser like they called you in high school—now you were hot girl and cool drummer boyfriend.
but even now that people actually come to his band’s dimly-lit club and coffee shop gigs, and buy some tees from the merch table, and giggle a little, waving their fingers and going “heyyy Rodrick, you were great this weekend!” when they walk past him on campus, it doesn’t really matter. you’re the one he searches for when he’s playing, grinning proudly at you in the crowd. you’re the one who sits shotgun in the band van, leaning on the center console while he tells you how pretty you’ve looked all night. you’re the one who passes out on Rodrick’s shitty dorm mattress with him, tangled together and attempting to kiss but failing because you’re both so exhausted, and the one who wakes up the next morning and watches him yawn and ruffle his hand through his dark hair, moving sluggishly through the dorm without a shirt and with eyeliner from last night still smeared on his face.
you’re the one he’s fucking—his people-pleaser desperate-for-validation tendencies are still very intact when it comes to you. his eyes still practically pop out of his head every time he sees your tits, he still has to squeeze his eyes shut when you dirty talk because the sound of your voice drives him insane, and he still rolls his eyes hard when you tell him that no, he can’t eat you out right now, you have to go to class. the audacity. at the end of the day, he’s your Rodrick, no matter how many other people are suddenly paying attention to him
#this picture is giving me a fucking pressure headache i’m foaming at the mouth#not proofread i think i blacked out#thinking: rodrick heffley ₊˚⊹ ♡#rodrick heffley x you#rodrick heffley drabble#rodrick heffley x reader smut#doawk rodrick#rodrick x reader#rodrick heffley x reader#rodrick heffley smut#rodrick heffley one shot#rodrick heffley imagine#rodrick heffley fanfiction#rodrick fanfic#rodrick heffley#rodrick x y/n#rodrick imagines#rodrick smut#rodrick heffley x y/n#rodrick heffley x you smut#rodrick x you smut#rodrick x you#rodrick heffley x female reader#rodrick heffley x fem!reader
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Hello there
First of all, a huge thank you for all the effort you put in for us to find stories we love.
I was just wondering if you have any stories along these lines
An "Accidentally Married AU" but not one where they get drunk and get married. More like one of them comes from a different culture/is some sort of creature and the other completes a mating ritual without realising. The closest I've found for this is here:
Don't Wake a Sleeping Bear(Dragon) - ZehWulf - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
But I was wondering if you knew of any others?
Your help is very much appreciated here!
Have a lovely day.
Hi! Here are some fics where they are accidentally married/bonded for reasons other than being drunk. Mind the tags on a couple of these!...
Intertwined by greygerbil (G)
After switching bodies, Aziraphale and Crowley have a matching small but persistent problem.
Vows by Bookwormgal (T)
Crowley certainly didn't do it on purpose. It wasn't something that he exactly planned. But a moment of desperation and stubbornness gave birth to the creation of something new. A bond forged of power, hope, devotion, love, and promises that he would never break. It isn't often that a demon metaphysically half-marries an angel.
Help, I Accidentally Married a Fae by fruchox (T)
Crowley hadn't meant to fall through a Faerie and into an accidental marriage with the Fae Ruler, Aziraphale. It's just that, as time passes, and as they overcome the problems that stand in front of getting Crowley home, he's not sure he wants to go back to his world after all.
The mortifying ordeal of being un-known by Gay_internet_mafia (T)
Tasked with securing a surrogate for the second coming he does not want to come, Aziraphale seeks out his demon. Only for Crowley to have no memory of him at all. Can they solve the mystery and see Crowley's memories returned? And what will he think of Aziraphale once they do?
I’m Your Landsailor by IneffableDoll (T)
In a small seaside town called Tadfield, one of the last places on Earth where humans and magic coexist, an exiled selkie and a human who ran away from her life accidentally get themselves married in the oldest, most binding sense. The two are forced to stay together until they can find a way to undo it and free the other from their accidental marriage. It sure would be complicated if they started to fall for each other in the process…
Offerings by fenrislorsrai (M)
“Come home with me then. Stay and talk.” “Are you… inviting me in?” They are nowhere near a building to go into. They are just reaching the first crossroad on a very long walk home. He is clearly asking something Anthony doesn’t quite grasp the meaning of, but can tell it is something huge and life changing. “I don’t know what that means. What does it matter if you’re everywhere and nowhere if I ask you to be somewhere?” Ế̵͇̠V̷̯̇Ĕ̷̞̬͠R̸̖̭͋Y̵̬̟̅T̶̜̺͠H̴̖͉̾I̸̦̠̽̽N̶̯̈́G̴̫͎͋ As a young man, Anthony saw Death and invited it in. Gave it a home. Gave it a life. Bought that time with the blood of others. Now he’s growing older. His last victim nearly took him. Death comes for everyone. Anthony accepts this. Knows he’ll die too. Have to leave Death alone. And Death can’t accept that. detailed notes about potentially triggering content at the start of each chapter. Rated M for graphic violence On healing from trauma and the importance of stories & rituals for dealing with that which would otherwise destroy us. On finding the words to describe what happened without those very words causing you greater pain. Also pining while married
And the one you mentioned...
Don't Wake a Sleeping Bear(Dragon) by ZehWulf (T)
Crowley's a mage on the run from goons from Lucifer's court, but a twisted ankle means he has to find a hiding spot for the night and fast. Luckily, there's a nearby, hopefully empty cave he can hide in! :D
- Mod D
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— IF PEACE IS AN OPTION
pairing: Imogen Kol (oc) x Bix Caleen rating: Mature words: 1k warnings: light allusions to intimacy summary: local evil woman has been Domesticated™️ and doesn’t realize it, but she’s okay with that.
notes: this is an oldie I spruced up because I wanted to post something soft and fluffy for Valentine’s Week. Enjoy a brief view of what a normal life could be like for them!
The apartment was quiet. While traffic outside had picked up, the constant hum and buzz of speeders were muffled by the thick transparisteel windows, allowing for a peaceful atmosphere in the grey glow of a stormy dawn. Gentle rain patter broke through the monotony of artificial sounds and caused Imogen to stir in bed.
As her eyes blinked open, she took note of her lover’s arm draped loosely over her waist and smiled at the warmth of her embrace. No matter how many times Imogen woke up like this, it still filled her with a deep gratification she struggled to describe – one she did not know she needed and could no longer see herself without.
After a few prolonged moments waiting for her senses to come into full focus, Imogen carefully moved Bix’s arm aside, though a huge part of her loathed to do so. If she were a lazier individual, she would simply stay right where she was and slip back into slumber. But routine beckoned her toward a new day.
The bounty hunter pulled herself out of bed and stretched. Some of her more troublesome joints made satisfying pops and she glanced over her shoulder to check if the noise broke through the other woman’s unconscious state. Luckily, it seemed to go unnoticed and she went to wash up.
One thing Imogen missed about spending most of her downtime on her ship was the refresher. The apartment’s was sufficient, but her converted pleasure yacht still had a certain amount of luxury Imogen had grown a special appreciation for. Including polished chromium walls and a waterfall shower head with water that always flowed at the perfect temperature.
This inferior one would do, she supposed. For now.
Cool air greeted her skin when she eventually stepped back out of the refresher. Imogen had taken her time, but Bix still lay fast asleep exactly as she had left her. Her eyes lingered on the seemingly comatose mechanic while she gathered her clothes and dressed herself, wondering if she would awaken on her own any time soon. Fog lined the windows near the bed, ironically appearing like a wall of frost against the now torrent of rain outside, and the heat that pooled into the small space must have made her more lethargic.
Imogen did have to admit that one of the best sights she ever witnessed was Bix Caleen sleeping soundly. Ever since Ferrix, her slumber has been a fretful thing more often than not. The mechanic would curl in on herself and twitch restlessly as nightmares twisted her soft features. Imogen hated nights like that when even her comfort did little to discourage her beloved's demons. It was a rare sight to witness her in a truly peaceful slumber, though it was gradually becoming more frequent as time carried on.
The very last thing Imogen wanted to do was disturb such an occurrence, but Bix had overslept at this point. Imogen had moved all over the apartment without so much as a stir from the woman in bed. She had half a mind to admit defeat — it’s not as if they had any pressing matters on this particular day, but she knew Bix wouldn't be pleased about wasting too much daylight.
As carefully as she could, Imogen crawled back into bed beside Bix. Her gaze shifted all over her unburdened features, silently counting the stray beauty marks and tracing the shape of her lips. Imogen smiled fondly to herself and leaned in to press a delicate kiss right between Bix's eyebrows. Then she kissed the bridge of her nose. The corner of her mouth.
By the time Imogen reached her lips, Bix inhaled deeply and instinctively returned the affection. Her hand clumsily reached up and a light chuckle escaped Imogen in between their kisses as Bix assertively pulled the bounty hunter on top of her. The warmth of the mechanic's body seeped into Imogen's cool skin and she felt herself relax against her, banishing any sense of urgency to part her lips and invite a richer indulgence.
Imogen's amusement grew when she felt Bix's free hand work its way underneath her shirt to caress up the curve of her spine. "I only meant to wake you."
"I'm awake," Bix muttered, wrapping her legs around Imogen's hips.
"Yes, and now I feel far less inclined to surrender you to the day."
"Then don't. Keep me all to yourself."
Those words filled Imogen with a contentment so sweet that a broad grin made her cheeks hurt. "And so I shall."
As she nuzzled against Bix's neck to lay gentle kisses down the path of her pulse, Imogen found herself feeling rather sentimental.
She wondered what it would be like to have this every morning – to be utterly free of all that made her empty inside. Peace was never a concept within her reach, she accepted that long ago, yet there were many things Imogen previously believed to be unattainable. Like the woman beneath her that had seen her darkness and loved her anyway.
“Would you like a cup of caf, darling?” Imogen asked in a sultry tone, peppering more kisses across her lover’s chest. “I was about to put a pot on.”
“In a minute,” Bix responded distractedly, humming as she ran her fingers through Imogen’s hair.
Imogen laughed again – well, more of an amused exhale that turned into a low, soft song at the back of her throat and in her chest, but it was a sound closer to a laugh than any other living being was privy to. She found it charming that her continued contact was more of a priority than the warm, decadent drink Bix had an insatiable craving for most days, especially on cold mornings such as these. It filled Imogen with pride to hold a higher space than that comfort.
“I love your laugh,” Bix rasped, still half-asleep, and pulled Imogen back up to meet her lips again.
“And I adore the sound of your voice after a full night of rest,” she responded against her lover’s mouth, greedily soaking up the unconditional affection.
Perhaps if Imogen fought hard enough, there may be a life truly worth living after everything was said and done. There was only one way to find out.
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#oc insp: imogen kol#ship insp: if i had a heart#prompts: if I had a heart#bix caleen#pov mean ass feral cat gets domesticated#Imogen offers to make coffee but I’m gonna be so for real it’s a toss up if she actually knows how to use the space coffee maker or not#the kitchen is her nemesis#I really should write a continuation to this scene where Bix is like#‘do you even know how to turn it on’#and Imogen gets super defensive like 'um. OF COURSE I do and even if I didn’t I’m not an IDIOT. how hard could it be???'#cut to her coming back after 15 minutes like ‘so I’m going out and getting you coffee do you want me to get breakfast too?’
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i wish there were more documentation games. like lemme be a scientist on an alien planet. i wanna have a little journal where i write observations about the flora, fauna, and customs on the native inhabitants and then go on to the next planet. no combat, or very combat optional. planets have different overall climates and danger ratings. you gotta maintain your ship, and assess the planet to determine what safety measures need to be put in place before you land. level-ups include automation of safety scans, making the ship sturdier so you don’t have to wash/repair it as often, and little miniature drones/rovers that you can have to the more mundane and menial work, or just to travel around on. idk i just wanna explore and document stuff, is that too much to ask?
#can you tell from this post that pokémon legends arceus is one of my favorite games?#because it is#video games#it doesn’t have to be exactly like i described#but i just wanna take notes and feel productive#like i’m sending the info back to a galactic research organization or something#and they tell me “good job! very good info :)#and i get a little sticker to put on my notebook
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Genuine question as I am curious — I know it’s pretty obvious with his expressions/ body language that Daniel seemed shy/insecure(?) about having his braces, but has he ever outright said anything about feeling that way with them? Just out of curiosity as I am new around here!
“I feel very different in terms of looks. Fortunately, experience also bought me better looks. I’m not really too fond of showing people photos of me when I was younger”
#well he doesn’t exactly say he was self-conscious of his braces but he was definitely very self-conscious about how he looked#it’s always very interesting to me the way Daniel talks about his younger self#it’s so different from how other f1 drivers talk about their early days#he’s so self-critical of younger him that I wish he was a bit more forgiving of younger him#the way he’s admitted he was never a standout talent during his karting days#that he was so hesitant to get involved in battles that his dad got mad at him#the way on the gypsy tales podcast he talks about Motocross riders being fearless and how he doesn’t have that until jase interrupts him -#to say how how mad he is because just a few days ago he was throwing a car around on a street circuit at some 300kph#the way in this video with will he describes himself walking into the paddock like a ‘headless chick’#the way he has said so many times he was scared to move away from home. how uncertain he was he would ever succeed#and then that one video towards the end of 2022 when he says ‘I was just Daniel then’ in reference to his younger self#like he has such a distinct way of looking at his younger self. like he views that part of him almost as a separate entity from the him now#and I guess that’s because it took a lot of work and years to build that confidence of becoming Daniel ricciardo#a confidence he got as he managed to survive the shark tank of the red bull junior academy#a confidence he got from beating his 4x wdc teammate. from winning the most insane races#and that confidence then getting completely decimated in the space of a few months in 2022#and even now the more he says he is confident you can still see that tiny hesitancy#how every time he gets a good result you see how he yearns to lean back into his confident Daniel schtick#and he may just completely embrace it soon anyway <3#daniel ricciardo#anon ask
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WAIT A DAMN MINUTE
Okay, finally, we’re at a gravesite. Time to finally put this vampire Maxim theory to rest because I’m pretty sure now he’s just dead. I am ready to accept that and move forward treating it as an AU, just show me his grave.
…??? Why is there only one grave?
Okay, yeah that’s Lydie’s grave. That doesn’t surprise me, she literally died in his arms so we know for a fact he saw/held her body at some point with no indication that he lost track of it. Until it’s explicitly said that the grave is actually empty, it’s safe to assume that this all but explicitly confirms Juste buried her body.
So where the fuck is Maxim’s grave??? It should be somewhere nearby?!
This is the wall of graves they showed in that original teaser, is he there in—HIS NAME ISN’T ON FUCKING ANY OF THESE?!
IF THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE HIS GRAVE WHY THE FUCK IS HIS NAME NOT HERE?!?!
MAXIM DOESN’T HAVE A GRAVE?!
HE DOESN’T HAVE A GRAVE?!
The way the tree is positioned in all these shots implies the tree might be a substitute for Maxim’s grave, especially in this last shot where it that branch is acting like an arm wrapping around Lydie’s grave.
We know Juste held her body, Lydie’s grave all but directly confirms he eventually buried that body.
Having a tree in place of Maxim’s grave implies HE DIDN’T BURY MAXIM’S BODY.
IF HE DIDN’T BURY MAXIM’S BODY THEN
THEN THAT MEANS—?!
Oh my god, Justebox might actually be canon. Holy shit.
#castlevania nocturne#juste belmont#maxim kinschine#castlevania#Justebox#I literally went into this season fully anticipating ‘vampire Maxim’ to get shot down#That theory was more than half a joke#It was born of the fact that I really did not like Maxim and Lydie seemingly got fridged#So the entire theory was made with the self awareness that I was clinging to this tiny possibility that it wasn’t actually true#That at least *one of them was still alive#It was originally riding on Juste not having explicitly described how exactly Maxim died or what happened to his body#When he did give us a fairly clear picture of how Lydie died along with her grave in the original teaser of season 2 implying he buried her#It was literally just ‘oh well we haven’t been shown his grave yet’#Can you imagine my actual disbelief when I got to this scene expecting to finally see his grave#AND HE DOESN’T FUCKING HAVE ONE
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.... what's the brand look like?
also do the others ever see it? what's their reactions to it?
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Darn it wolf you’re so good at making me want to write things /pos. Mostly because I think of an answer and realize it would take a while to type out, and I decide just writing it would be faster lol. Another short scene bhdgbkgdgjhd
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Wind knew he shouldn’t be eavesdropping.
But he couldn’t sleep, not after the day he’d had, and he’d snuck into the kitchen to ask if he could have something to eat, but instead he found Legend and Hyrule and Twilight all talking together in whispered voices.
And Wind could never resist whispered voices.
“...glad we got you out,” Twilight was saying as Wind crept to the doorway. “The capital is going to be hopping mad after all this, and they deserve it.”
Hyrule almost smiled. “Can’t say I’m sorry to hear that. Wish I could see the looks on some of my supervisor’s faces. They wouldn’t expect me to actually escape.”
“Didn’t you ever fight back against them?” Legend asked, and though his tone was sharp, Wind thought he just seemed confused, like he couldn’t image anyone not trying to escape from the situation Hyrule had been in.
“I used to,” Hyrule said softly, and the room quieted.
Hyrule looked at his lap, and exhaled, tugging the blanket around his shoulders a little tighter around himself.
“I got found pretty young, I was... two, I think. Don’t remember my family. But yeah, I got scooped up and put into training before I can remember. It wasn’t so bad at first, learning how to use my powers, and help people. This nice lady named Mipha taught me about healing, and I was happy to be able to help the people they sent to us sometimes. But...”
Hyrule’s voice dimmed.
“I don’t know when it happened exactly. I was maybe seven? But one day Mipha was gone, and suddenly I was seeing dozens of hurt people a day, and I was expected to heal all of them. I had to heal even tiny scratches, and after I started passing out regularly, I realized I couldn’t stay. I made a break for it.”
“You didn’t make it though,” Legend realized quietly.
“...No. I got caught and dragged back. I just got a warning for some reason that first time, and I tried a bunch more times, even when I started actually getting punished and put under higher security. And I didn’t stop trying to get away until... Dark stepped in.”
“You met Dark?” Twilight gaped, and Hyrule nodded.
“Only for a few minutes. He wanted to see the troublesome healer himself. He was awful, honestly. Took one look at me, and... and then he sent me away for branding,” he finished in a whisper.
The room was stunned into silence.
“I thought that was a myth,” Legend finally said, his face white.
Hyrule visibly swallowed, and lifted up his sleeve, revealing an angry red mark burnt into his shoulder. Wind felt his breath catch, and couldn’t help leaning in to try and look at it better. Cruel lines were burned deep into Hyrule’s skin, ones that looked like they stretched down his back and onto his chest as well, and even though Wind couldn’t see it the best, his stomach lurched.
“It’s not,” Hyrule whispered. “And they said next time I tried to escape, they’d do it on my face too.”
Legend abruptly stood up and stalked away, slamming the door to the backyard as he left. Hyrule startled, but Twilight patted his arm.
“He’s not mad at you, kid. He’s mad at the situation, and the people who did this to you,” he explained gently, and Hyrule looked away, pulling his shirt up and blanket over his shoulders.
Twilight glanced at the doorway where Wind was hiding, and Wind had a feeling he knew he was there.
“We should head to bed anyway. We can talk more tomorrow.”
#no I don’t know exactly what the brand looks like#dark link doesn’t have a symbol really otherwise I’d use that#and ganon doesn’t have one aside from the gerudo thing I think#...the beauty of writing in that I don’t have to actually DESCRIBE it XD#answers from the floor#lovely hero of the wolf#downfall IAU#writing from the floor#fic#tw injury#???#tw branding#wow that’s a tag. okay.
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good news!! i am 25% of the way done with the first draft of my portfolio!! (read: partway through like 50 pages of intensely jargon driven mini essays that are each evaluated by several arcane and strangely worded rubrics)
bad news!! the intense euphoria of nearly being at the point where i can Finally take a break and do what i want without the stress of deadlines hanging over me for the first time in nearly a year paired with the soul-crushing reality of needing to finish the remaining 75% of this project is giving me such intense waves of anxiety and nausea that it is actively preventing me from working on more of the project
#want to scream and yell and bite and rattle the bars of my cage like LET ME OUT!!!!!#LET ME OUUUUUUUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!#with any luck though i will Never have to do this again#unless it gets kicked back at me by the evaluators in which case i’m kind of screwed#which doesn’t help my stress levels#writing these essays feels like those mini games in mario where you have to trace a path that disappears after the first few seconds#where i spend a long and tedious time on it and then i check the rubric and i’m like#way off#and have to go back and revise it#because these things are sooooooo dependent on shades of nuance it’s unreal#they’re long ass prompts with incredibly specific keywords and no real indication of what exactly they want#but then you look back at something you’ve written and go AH JESUS FUCK……..#because you identified and described instead of explaining#and also you focused on Your Process instead of What Made You Choose Your Process#it’s insane.
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something so nefarious about not being able to be yourself (being a lesbian) around your family (ESPECIALLY relatives in taiwan/china and family friends here/taiwan) because you’d be ostracized like crazy and potentially lose out on your cultural ties that you spent your whole life building and maintaining
#thinking about this a lot because yes my mom is actively praying the gay away but in the same breath asked if she could use my gay friend a#a beard for me so that she can stop ppl from trying to set me up on blind dates with men#we’ve got some contradictory behaviour here but i’ll take whatever i can get#ALSO! i get why she’s praying the gay away she just doesn’t want me to be ostracized and have ppl see me differently (negatively)#but at some point she’s gotta realize she can’t shield me from that + i’m already actively experiencing it with her saur here we are#also like it’s my life to live i accept the hardships that come with being true to myself#the feeling of freedom and living life with sincerity outweighs the negativity#but also at the same time … i wish i didn’t have to hide and pretend im someone im not just to be able to have connections to my culture#WELP!#i’ve got more thoughts on this and i wish i could be more eloquent and have a more nuanced take on it all but i also don’t have the words t#describe just exactly how it makes me feel and how i would go about combatting this#also like obviously ppl around my age and millennials cousins are not going to be homophobic and ostracize me but so much of community are#the relationships you have with your elders#//
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Norman&Skip portraits using lasso fill! Mister space man… space me a man LMAO
And some additional doodles of these two I haven’t posted yet!
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#my art#described#dimension 20#a starstruck odyssey#norman takamori#skip takamori#you can tell those doodles are from a bit ago cus it’s pre me deciding that I rly liked when ppl drew norm with a mullet and doing that in-#-my own art LMAO#how did Skip get hurt? who knows exactly. Norman was very protective of him while he was recovering. he’s upset because he just wants to be-#-back with Norman in his body but they told him he’s gotta wait till the bandages are ready to come off. and that’s just NOT FAIR!!!!!#so WHAT if one of the bandages comes off and gets lost in Norman’s gray matter. come ONNNNNNNNN#(he does understand why he’s being told he’s gotta wait. still doesn’t make it sucks any less tho!!!!)#so a lot of Skip being angry and upset and the rest of the crew having to get Norman to calm him down. just letting Skip know he’s there.#*Skip voice* ‘as soon as these bandages come off it is on SIGHT. goin STRAIGHT into your brain Norman!!!!!!’#‘mhm I hear you Skip. you know you can’t actually see tho.’ ‘how. dare you.’ WHDVDJS#skipperskip
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Trying different things to manage chiari pain and fuckin….. I tried emulating a neck brace with a sweater and now definitely going to order an actual neck brace. I did not think it would help this much :|
goddamn I’m gonna look like Coraline’s mom (Mel, not the other mother. Other mother specifically didn’t wear the neck brace)
#still very undereducated about chiari. Don’t know what tf I’m doing man it just hurts in ways I have trouble describing?#like imagine a headache that doesn’t feel like any headache you’ve ever had. Hope this helps#need to do additional testing to see if I have a syrinx but the last mri tests cost 300$ copay#buddy I can’t afford to get this stuff I need done. {Closes eyes forever}#gil text post#I almost said sry about posting less art but no I’m in pain I don’t think I am exactly a content machine rn
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ngl. unconsciously disengaging from this website has been hdjfkg kinda good for my mental health overall? like yes im still dhdjfjf left out of a lot of stuff BUT i see it less so that means my feelings don’t get as hurt lmao. functionally that’s more or less the same thing probably?
going recluse isn’t what i ever want to do (& I didn’t even do it on purpose, just got busy and had a low social battery because of it) but aside from me being overall comfortable by myself, it just kind of seems like it’s where people are content to leave me. doesn’t feel great but it is what it is.
#not rly on discord servers for the same reason tbh#got tired of trying to interject my awkward attempts at participation#I mean people can still @ me but i just don’t have it in me for the server stuff#my social perception is low enough that I can’t tell what the right move is but high enough I know when I fucked up#idk if I’m just not built for larger groups or if it’s something else :(#wish I knew so I could work around it but it’s not exactly a perfect experiment#so w/e. I do kind of miss it a bit but I also feel like my absence doesn’t make a difference#which is a sad thought in itself but that’s how it goes#idk I think in general I’m in a weird spot where I make an impression but it’s never a vital one to the dynamic ?#I do sometimes doubt like. what I bring to interactions in general lately#doesn’t feel like much if I’m being honest. I mean I think I’m at least moderately interesting but djfjf who knows#weirdly settled with myself as a person but I’m thinking that cost is probably an isolating one#knowing a lot of people just never breaking past that surface level#sucks. not much else to describe it as.#idk I’m sure this is bad for me but I think I’ve kind of already messed up first impressions#it’s so stupid but I keep encountering the same dynamic of either we Click fairly quickly or we just don’t really at all#and I feel like that’s wrong of me bc I know some people need time but unless that initial click happens I just seem to falter??#idk idk idk I guess lately it’s like I feel alone/lonely but I don’t feel like I’m wanting to return to anything#bc I never felt like I really had a place there to start with#weird feeling. very weird feeling.#logging back off now dhjfkf
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liveblogging my descent into madness
#okay okay okay okay okay okay okay#my supervisor set a new deadline for Now. tonight#bc he wants to meet tomorrow 2 with more draft to talk about#rn im on 4 full pages and trying to figure out what the hell my analysis would practically look like step by step#which is hard when im not that good at stats and this is actually one of the things he should be helping me with#and he evaded questions when I did ask him abt#but! getting annoyed doesn’t help me now#I am putting together bullet point steps to help me get my head round it bc it’s midnight and I’m having trouble like#keeping how exactly the methods work straight in my head#generalised linear mixed models! woo!! I don’t know whether they substitute for finding an association between two factors first or are like#subsequent step to that. more refined. gives amount of variance in x due to y that can be explained by z factor#if I had more time I’d be able to figure this out and I will want to ask about this so maybe that’s worth leaving for now as long as I know#roughly what outputs I’m expecting and what things I’ll need to separate for each hypothesis#ohhhhhhh wait I’m describing summary statistics. Im saying I’ll do summary statistics for each factor first before I do a glmm#eg for spatial effect I need to see the correlation between distance and occupancy in individual sites#and whether there’s a difference in the average distance between my two groups#wait so that’s not a correlation it’s comparing two categories and seeing whether their distributions differ which. anova? non parametric?#dude i have no idea at this point I think this is smth I have to ask about#okay. so I haven’t touched my extension section and I want to have something there that he can give feedback on#so for each of my objectives I’ll detail an experiment I couldn’t do that would advance the objective somehow#in the first two that’ll be quantification#or do I do that? what did he say last week#okay im going now I got shit to do#deeply sorry to anyone who is still reading these science is hard and I’m TIRED#luke.txt
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ONE LAST TIME, R. SUNA
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sum. two months into your relationship with your current boyfriend, your ex-fwb finally sends you a voicenote to let you know exactly how he feels about it.
feat. rintaro suna
cw. ex-fwb!suna, cheating, mutual masturbation (kinda lol), jealousy, dirty talk, anal mention, pillow humping, possessiveness, degradation
wc. 1.2k
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When you posted your first official pictures of you and your new boyfriend, you had expected Suna to react…negatively. You basically braced for impact the moment you hit post, but all you got from him was an Instagram notification and two texts.
sunarin liked your post.
rin ;)
lmk if you want me to delete our pics. and hmu when you two break up :p
You never bothered replying, initially not sure how to reply, and then forgetting about the texts entirely. The two of you barely have any contact for a few weeks after that, but he's obviously keeping up with your socials; liking every post and viewing every story. It doesn't bother you, but it's weird going cold turkey on your relationship like that. You had expected him to reach out for some sort of closure. You wanted him to.
Halloween swings by in no time, and (much to you boyfriend’s dismay) you dress up as a sexy nurse. You don’t remember much of the night, but you do know that you posted a picture of you and your friends all dressed up on your story before getting blackout drunk.
Your phone dies early on in the night. Your friends take good care of you up until it’s time to bring you back home, and you don’t wake up until the afternoon. You don’t check your phone until a couple hours after that—long after it's been turned on and charged to 100%.
When you finally check it, two particular notifications catch your attention.
sunarin liked your story.
rin ;)
Voice Message
The voice message is 12 minutes long.
You exit your texts immediately, opting to distract yourself by tending to your other notifications. It doesn’t help much. Your mind races, wondering what he was talking about for so long and if it was really so important that he reached out after almost four months of near-silence.
You toss your phone onto your bed, shaking your head. You try to ignore it, cleaning the bathroom and folding the laundry and vacuuming the living room all in an effort to forget about the lengthy recording sitting in your phone.
But it doesn’t take long for the curiosity gnawing at you to win.
You practically run back to your bedroom, grabbing your phone and sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed. Your fingers move quickly across the screen, hitting play without hesitation.
The first 8 seconds are nearly silent, and you start to wonder if it’s possible that he sent such a long message by mistake.
But then you hear a heavy sigh.
“I like your costume.” His tone is hushed, like he’s telling you a secret. “You look hot.”
There’s another moment of silence, like he’s giving you a chance to change your mind and stop listening.
But then Suna moans and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.
“You never answered my text, y’know. When I asked if you wanted me to delete our pictures. So, uh, I kept ‘em.”
Oh.
Oh fuck.
“I’m looking at one right now. It’s from last Halloween. When you-“ His breath hitches. “When you went as a Playboy Bunny.”
You remember. Suna dressed as Hugh Hefner and the two of you went to a party together. Then he took you back to his apartment and fucked you while you were still wearing the bunny ears and bowtie.
You’re pretty positive you’re not wearing the bodysuit in the picture he’s looking at.
“I don’t know how much of this night you actually remember, but I can describe the picture for you.”
You tense, anticipation sending goosebumps up your arms.
“You’re kneeling on the ground, looking up at the camera, and you’ve still got those bunny ears on your head.”
This voice message is going in the last direction you thought it would. Is he—?
“You’ve got cum all over your face, baby.” He laughs to himself before continuing. “And you’re sticking your tongue out like a fucking whore.”
Suna takes a ragged breath, a sound you're all too familiar with. It confirms your suspicions—he’s definitely jerking off.
“That was a good night. We had a lot of good nights.” He sounds miffed all of a sudden. “I seriously doubt the boyfriend is fucking you as good as I did.”
You suppress a shiver. A pang of guilt heats your chest at the mention of your boyfriend. You should stop listening. Delete the message. Tell him to delete the pictures and then probably block him.
Or you could let the message keep playing.
Suna inhales sharply, followed by a shaky moan. You swear you can hear the sound of his fist stroking his dick.
“I hope you’re not letting him put it in your ass like you let me. That’s our thing, okay?”
Under different circumstances you would have laughed.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “And I hope you’re not letting him spit in your fucking mouth. Or–shit–doing that thing where you’d suck me off with your head hanging upside down off the bed.” He falters at the end of the sentence, groaning into the phone.
“I’m not gonna–” he interrupts himself, sighing deeply. “I’m not gonna pretend I’ve been happy for you. I miss you.”
You feel hot all over, a heady combination of annoyance and arousal and embarrassment. There’s a dull throbbing between your legs and in the back of your mind you wonder if this is what Suna wanted when he sent the message.
“Just–just let me fuck you one more time. Okay princess? I’ll make it sooo good for you,” he whines. You can hear his hand picking up speed.
“It’s still early. Two months is nothing, it won’t even count as cheating.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “God, just one last time. Please?”
Without thinking, you grab a pillow and position yourself over it in a straddle. You won’t let him fuck you, but that doesn’t mean he can’t make you come one last time.
“I promise I’ll do that thing you like with my tongue. And you can pick all the positions if you want to.” There’s a tremble in his voice. “Or just lay there. I’ll do all the work.”
You grind into the pillow beneath you, picturing the expression you know he’d be wearing if he were in front of you–batting those dark eyelashes with raised eyebrows, just barely able to control the smug curve of his lips.
Heat pools in your gut and a whimper falls from your lips. Suna keeps talking.
“I know you miss me. You have to. You’re probably touching yourself to this right now.”
You gasp softly and rock your hips faster.
“Such a fucking slut.” You hear the telltale quiver in his voice that tells you he’s getting close. “My fucking slut.”
You moan, his words giving you flashbacks.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, I’m coming,” he rasps, before letting off a series of moans and whimpers that almost make you concede. You grind harder into the pillow beneath you, imagining Suna in his room, chest heaving, talking into the phone and making himself come to pictures of you.
That does it. A tsunami of pleasure washes over you, forcing your body to tense before you go limp, collapsing onto your bed with a shudder.
You and Suna breathe in tandem, both of you catching your breath.
You hear another laugh through the phone. “Damn, that was a lot.” There’s the sound of sheets rustling. “Kinda made a mess, princess.”
He’s silent for another few beats before clearing his throat. “Text me, okay?” he says quietly. “Please.”
The voice message ends.
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part two
#suna smut#suna x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou smut#haikyuu smut#hq smut#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#fatherbrat ♱ library#sunarin#hq#tw cheating
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