#it is a really unsafe way to carry yourself

[formulafanfics13]

Split the deck - MV1, LN4, CL16 🔥

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summary: A drunken game of strip poker in Max’s Monaco apartment quickly spirals into something darker, hotter, and far less innocent. You’re already his. Already trained, already obedient. But tonight, Max wants to show you off. Wants to share what he’s taught you. Wants to watch you be broken open by the men who used to love you and the one who’s always been too scared to touch you — until now.

warnings: 18+, gangbang, dom!max, ex!charles, shy!lando, oral (f & m receiving), choking, spanking, bondage (wrist/ankle restraints), blindfolding, degradation, praise, spit, face-fucking, double penetration reference, submissive reader, slight humiliation, slight dacryphilia, power dynamics, unprotected sex, possessiveness, praise kink, voyeurism, use of "sir", begging, unsafe levels of emotional tension under smut, references to previous relationship with Charles and current dynamic with Max

It always started with drinking. Always.

Max didn't play fair, not with his hands, not with his mind, not with his mouth. You were curled in his lap on the floor of the Monaco flat, barely wearing anything, your hair a mess, your lips slick and kiss-swollen. The music was low, a lazy beat thudding through the speakers, but it was mostly drowned out by the tension that had been suffocating the room for hours.

Strip poker. That had been Max's idea.

And of course, everyone had agreed, stupid, stupid boys with god complexes and unresolved feelings, all a little too drunk and all pretending it was just a game.

You'd started in sweats and a tee. Max in his training gear. Lando in jeans and a hoodie. Charles, well, Charles always dressed like he knew he'd be undressing. Black shirt already undone, eyes dangerous.

Now? You were in Max's boxers and a lace bra. Lando was shirtless, cheeks pink, mouth parted. Charles was down to his jeans, hair falling in his eyes, legs spread like he knew he was still entitled to space he hadn't earned in months.

And Max? Max was still fully dressed.

"Un-fucking-believable," Lando groaned, slumping back on his palms. "He's not even trying to lose."

"That's because he doesn't need to," Charles muttered, sipping tequila. "He already won."

Your heart jumped at the way he looked at you when he said it. You didn't respond. You couldn't. Not when Max's hand was resting on your bare thigh, thumb tracing idle circles like a warning.

The next round passed in a blur. Cards, laughter, tension, heat. Max won again. Of course. "Off," he said simply, nodding toward your last sock.

You pulled it off slowly, deliberately, like it was worth something. Charles watched the whole time. Lando looked away, but not really. Not for long.

Then Max laid his cards out one last time, face unreadable, and said, "Final round."

You lost. So did Charles.

"Fucking hell," you breathed, more to yourself than anyone.

Max stood. Silent. Towering. He leaned down and scooped you into his arms like it was nothing. You yelped and grabbed onto him instinctively, clinging.

"I'll be back," he said to the room. Cool. Calm. Unapologetic.

Lando stared. Charles blinked. Max didn't wait.

He carried you down the hallway with that same unbothered confidence that made him so hard to fight, or refuse. The second the door shut behind him, the silence hit you like a thunderclap.

He didn't speak right away. Just dropped you onto the center of the bed and looked down at you like you were art. Something obscene. Something his.

You sat up on your elbows, heart pounding.

"I want to tie you up," he said. Blunt. "Blindfold you."

Your mouth went dry. "Now?"

Max's smirk was lazy, dangerous. "Do you trust me?"

You nodded instantly. "Yes."

"Do you want to say your safe words?"

"Yellow and red," you whispered. "I remember."

"Good girl."

He kissed your jaw, your throat, your shoulder. Every kiss sank the power deeper, every touch slowed your breath, until you were pliant and begging inside. He tied your wrists first, soft black silk, looped through the headboard. His mouth brushed your pulse. "Tell me if it's too tight."

"It's perfect."

Then your ankles, spread and open, tied to each side of the bed. You gasped at the sensation, already aching, already squirming.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he whispered. "So fucking good for me." He stood back and admired you for a moment. The way your skin flushed. The way your chest rose and fell. Then he held the blindfold out. "You sure?"

You nodded, throat tight. "Yes, Max."

Darkness swallowed you whole. The silence was unbearable.

Your body was already on edge, skin hot, every nerve lit up, clenching around nothing. You could hear Max somewhere in the room. Breathing. Smiling.

Then footsteps. Then the door opened. Your heart nearly stopped.

"Come in," Max said, cool and easy. "She's ready."

A beat. No one moved. Then, steps. More than one. A breath caught. A door clicked shut.

You tugged at the restraints, nervous and high already.

Max came close. You could feel his heat. He bent down and whispered in your ear, "Be good. Be still. Let them use you. You're mine, but tonight, I'm sharing."

You moaned without meaning to.

Then he said it, loud, to the others: "Have fun with her. Whatever you want. I'll watch."

They didn't touch you at first. And that made it worse. You could hear them, shifting, breathing, the way the air changed when someone moved closer to the bed. You could feel their eyes on you, spread and helpless, trembling in the dark.

Max's voice was the only thing anchoring you. "She said yes," he said lazily. "She begged, actually. Didn't even ask what I'd make her do. Just asked if she could be good for me."

A breath, maybe Charles. "Is this your thing now?" he said, his voice like gravel. "Letting other men fuck your girlfriend?"

"She's not mine tonight," Max replied, calm as ever. "She's yours. Both of yours. Do what you want. Just don't break her."

That was the last thing said. The first touch came seconds later, a hand, rougher than Max's, wrapping around your throat.

You gasped before you could stop it.

"Still so fucking sensitive," Charles murmured, his breath hot against your cheek. "You always made that noise when I grabbed you."

Your lips parted, but you didn't speak. Max had told you to be still. Good girls didn't talk unless they were told.

"Fuck," Charles hissed. "This is... different."

He climbed on the bed, straddling your waist. The mattress dipped. His fingers brushed your breast. A slap landed sharp across your chest, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting. You flinched.

"That didn't take long," Max muttered somewhere behind you. "Already whimpering for your ex."

"Jealous?" Charles snapped.

"No," Max said simply. "Hard."

A hand dragged down your body, slow, exploring, possessive.

"You fucking like this?" Charles growled in your ear. "Being tied up? Blindfolded? Letting me see you like this even after what we were?"

You whimpered, squirming. He pinched your nipple. You cried out. "Answer me."

"Yes," you gasped. "Yes- please, Charles-"

He slapped you again, this time across the face. Your head snapped to the side. Not enough to hurt, just enough to shame. "Fucking slut," he spat. "Look at you."

"I can't," you whispered.

"Oh, I know. That's what makes it better."

You felt him shift lower. His mouth found your breast, biting, sucking, tongue unforgiving. His hand slipped between your legs and groaned when he felt how wet you were.

"Fucking soaked," he snarled. "Max, you lucky bastard."

"Treat her right," Max said, voice darker now. "Or I'll remind you why you lost her."

"Lost?" Charles barked a laugh. "I had her first."

And then his mouth was on your cunt. You nearly sobbed.

His tongue was cruel, fast, rough, relentless. He didn't tease. He devoured. Your hips lifted involuntarily and he gripped them down, fingers bruising.

Your moans filled the room.

"Fuck, Charles-!"

"Such a fucking mess," he growled. "God, I missed this pussy."

You were close already. Too close.

Max's voice came again, lower this time. "You don't come yet."

You nodded desperately, fighting it. "Yes, sir."

Charles chuckled darkly. "Still calling him sir, even now?"

He didn't stop, only got rougher. He added two fingers without warning, curling them hard, tongue flicking your clit. You screamed.

Max didn't stop him. You held it as long as you could. When the orgasm ripped through you, you were already sobbing.

"Sorry- I'm sorry- I couldn't-"

Max's footsteps approached. You couldn't see him, but you felt him. That heat. That authority. He leaned down. "You'll be punished later."

You moaned. Another voice, hesitant, softer. "Can I?" Lando.

Your heart stuttered.

"You sure?" Max asked.

"She's okay?"

"She's perfect."

You could barely breathe. You felt Lando kneel beside you. His hand was gentler, his touch trembling.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

"Yes," you gasped. "Please. I want you. Lando-"

His lips were soft on yours. Gentle. Like he didn't belong here. Like he was breaking a rule. You opened your mouth for him anyway. His tongue brushed yours, tentative, sweet. Then he pulled back, breath ragged.

"She's beautiful like this," he murmured.

Max chuckled. "She was made for it."

Lando kissed your neck. Your shoulder. His hands ghosted over your ribs, your stomach, your hips. You could feel how hard he was, the way he shifted, trying to hide it.

"She wants your cock in her mouth," Max said suddenly.

Lando froze.

"Go ahead," Max added. "She loves it. She's already gagging for it."

You were. "Come here," you whispered, mouth open. "Please, Lando. Let me."

It was all the invitation he needed. You felt him shift, move over your head. His cock nudged your lips, hot, hard, leaking.

You moaned around him when he pushed in. Gagged when he hit the back of your throat. He stopped instantly.

"Fuck- I'm sorry-"

You shook your head as much as the restraints would allow. "Do it. Fuck my mouth. Please."

Max laughed darkly from his corner. "You heard her."

Lando's hands threaded through your hair, and this time, he didn't hold back. He started slow. Then faster. Harder. His breath became ragged. His moans quiet, desperate. You were sobbing now, tears beneath the blindfold, drool down your chin, cunt still throbbing from Charles's assault.

"Jesus," Lando gasped. "Fuck- she's-"

"Perfect," Max said again. "I know."

You heard Charles again, shifting back on the bed. "Open her up for me."

Lando moaned but kept thrusting, mouth-fucking you like he'd been waiting forever.

You felt Charles between your legs again, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

He didn't wait. He didn't warn. He pushed inside with one brutal thrust. You screamed around Lando's cock, hips lifting.

"Fucking hell," Charles growled. "She's tighter than I remember."

"She's trained now," Max said. "Obedient. That's why she's mine."

Charles slammed into you again. "She'll never be yours."

Your body was writhing, helpless and strung out, mouth full, cunt stretched, both holes used, your ex fucking your pussy while your best friend fucked your throat.

You couldn't see Max, but you could feel his gaze. His approval. His control. It made you wetter. It made you sob. You came again, screaming around Lando, trembling, clenching, shaking.

Charles didn't slow. Lando whimpered. "I'm close-"

"Come in her mouth," Max ordered.

Lando obeyed. He groaned as he spilled down your throat, holding you still, whispering apologies even while you swallowed it all.

When he pulled out, you were gasping. Max moved again. "She needs a break."

"No," you rasped. "Please-don't stop-"

Charles growled low. "Still greedy?"

He slammed into you once more and came with a grunt, hips jerking, spilling deep inside. You were shaking, ruined. Wrecked. Barely breathing.

And Max? Max hadn't touched you once.

[ellealyssum]

come into my arms ✦ sylus x reader ✦ fluff/smut ✦ 1.6k words

It's almost unbelievable how much this man really loves pleasing you.

established relationship, v in p sex, creampie, unsafe sex, face sitting, dirty talk?, aftercare, fem!reader, not suitable for readers under 18

loosely inspired by sylus's upcoming "magnum opus" card because the tub in that bathroom would definitely seat two. he is the epitome of "i can do it myself/i know but let me" and i need him so bad. also i might do a chapter 2 for this if you guys like it! (however i fear this may be bad and it's been sitting in my drafts for several days help)

also on ao3

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 You didn't really know what princess treatment entailed before you met Sylus. You'd been looking after yourself your whole life and the concept of other people doing things for you was strange at first. Sometimes it was just small things, like opening doors for you or picking up something you'd dropped. You'd thank him, a little pleasantly surprised, but it didn't strike you as anything unusual. Sylus seemed like a chivalrous man. You didn't even mind all that much when he insisted on paying for all your dates himself. You knew how disgustingly rich he was, and it was nice not to worry about affording things for once. But then you noticed how he'd buy you anything your gaze lingered on for more than five seconds, whether it be a chocolate bar or a pair of diamond earrings. And he kept picking you up and carrying you places when you were perfectly capable of walking all by yourself, thank you very much.

 "I know you're capable, kitten," he'd explained with a smirk. "I just happen to enjoy carrying you around." That's when you realised this man loved to please you. And he excelled at it in every possible way.

 Sex hadn't been something you'd had much experience with prior to your relationship with Sylus. It's not that you didn't like the idea of it, and you got yourself off plenty. You simply hadn't found someone you were comfortable exploring with. You didn't really know what you liked, and the thought of trusting someone enough to help you figure it out was daunting. But Sylus treated making you feel safe like it was his full-time job, and God was he good at it.

 A month ago you would have never imagined yourself gripping the headboard as you sat on Sylus's face, but now it was a common occurrence. You whimper at the way the bridge of his nose rubs against your clit as he fucks your swollen cunt with his tongue. His hands are wrapped around your thighs, keeping you firmly in place against his mouth. You can't help but grind against his face and his moan vibrates through your pussy. Your hand makes it's way down to fist in his hair, almost of it's own volition. "God, Sy, I'm gonna come," you whine, and he pulls you impossibly closer, encouraging you to let go. Your walls squeeze around his tongue as you come undone above him, thighs trembling as he licks up as much of your slick as he can.

 Tenderly, he helps you climb down his body to lay on his chest. His hard length nudges your thigh. "You taste good, kitten." He kisses you, rubbing his tongue along yours. You can taste yourself on his lips and it sends a delightful shiver down your spine. "Seems you agree with me." You roll your eyes at him, then yelp as he flips you over, laying you back with your head on the pillow.

 "You didn't think I was done with you, did you, sweetie?" You let him push your thighs apart and watch him stare at your sex. "I still need to fill your greedy cunt with something a little more substantial, wouldn't you agree?" Your answer is nothing but a whimper. Dirty talk was a recent discovery for the two of you, but the deliciously filthy words he uttered always turned you into a needy mess. "I can see you dripping, darling. Making a sticky mess of the bed." Two fingers stroke your labia and pull you open for him while another finger gathers up your wetness and pushes it inside you. You sigh and tighten around the digit. "Such a desperate little hole." You cry out when he adds another finger. "Listen to the noises my fingers are making inside of you. You're drenched." You can feel his breath on your exposed clit and the rhythmic squelching sounds that hit your ears have you groaning and arching your back. Pleasure surges through your body, making you feel heavy, sinking into the soft mattress. You reach down and grip his wrist, trying desperately to get him deeper inside of you. Sylus chuckles. "What do you want, love? Tell me."

 "You." You stare at him through half-lidded eyes.

 "You're going to need to be more specific, sweetie." He pulls his fingers out of you and you clench around nothing. "What do you want? My fingers?" He shows you the hand that had just been inside you, rubbing your wetness between his fingers.

 You shake your head, hair tangling against the pillow. "I want your cock."

 He rewards you with a devilish grin. "Where do you want it?"

 "Inside me." He raises an eyebrow at you. Your breasts heave along with your desperate pants. "In my pussy, Sy. Please."

 "Good girl." He strokes himself, coating his thick length with your slick. You feel his tip enter you, the slight stretch pleasant. "Still so tight, even after my fingers." You just nod, bringing your heels to his lower back, encouraging him to move. "So needy for me, princess." He leans down to kiss your breasts. "So perfect."

 He slides in slowly, letting you adjust. He's so big you can barely even think anymore, your mind so focused on the feel of him filling you up. You hear his voice as he starts to thrust. "You take me so well, pretty little pussy stretched around my fat cock." You look down and watch him slide in and out of you, coated in your wetness. "You want more, baby?" You nod eagerly, biting into your bottom lip. Your mind and body are chanting it like a prayer, moremoremoremoremore.

 He pulls out but you don't have time to complain because he's flipping you over and lifting your hips, pressing your tits into the bed as he moves a pillow beneath you. His fingers are leaving indents in your ass as he spreads you for him. He bottoms out in one swift move.

 He's so deep inside you. His cockhead kisses your cervix and drags across a spot that has you seeing stars. You feel his pace picking up, his balls slapping against your clit as his carefully crafted control recedes into nothingness. He's bent over you, breath on the back of your neck, rutting into you at a speed you can't even comprehend. You're vaguely aware that your mouth is open and you're drooling into the covers.

 "So messy for me. So beautiful. Gonna make a mess in your hot cunt. You want me to fill you up, huh?"

 "Yessssss." His words push you over the edge and you spasm around him. It's only a few seconds before he's sheathing himself fully inside you and you feel his cum, warm and thick, coating your walls in spurts.

 You don't know how long you lie there with him clinging to your back, dick softening inside you, slowly coming back to yourselves. He slides out of you with a groan and rubs your inner thighs affectionately. You can feel his spend leaking out of you and you twitch as he rubs some of the escaped fluid around your clit.

 "I love seeing you like this." He runs his big hands up and down your sides soothingly. "Thoroughly fucked and full of my cum." You mewl, satisfied and entirely worn out. "As much as I would like to stay here and admire you, my kitten needs some tender loving care." You let yourself be scooped up and carried the short distance to the bathroom. You doubt you could have walked there without wobbling around like a newborn giraffe, anyway. "Bath or shower?" Sylus asks as he gently sets you down on the tiled floor.

 "Hmm, bath." He kisses your forehead sweetly and leaves to fill the tub while you clean yourself up.

 He's bent over checking the water temperature when you're done. "I used the lavender bath salts you like." You take a deep breath in, the soothing scent filling your airways and clearing your mind. He sits in the almost-filled tub, arms out, beckoning you to join. You carefully slide in between his legs. The water is the perfect temperature and you relax easily, leaning back against Sylus's broad chest.    "Thank you, Sy."

 "It's the least I can do." He wraps his arms around your torso, holding you close.

 "I don't know how you do it."

 "Do what?"

 "Function after such an impressive... performance." You feel laughter rumble through his chest against your spine.    "Well, I have to take care of you, don't I?" You smile, knowing full-well that it was non-negotiable.

 "But I want to take care of you, too." He takes your hands, entwining his fingers with yours.

 "You already do, my love."

 "Hmm, one day I'll learn the secret to your stamina. Then I'll show you." The water covers your breasts now and you turn off the faucet.

 "My secret is you, sweetie." You shoot him an incredulous look over your shoulder. "It's true. Watching you enjoy yourself and come apart for me, knowing I'm the only person who gets to do that for you, makes me feel like I could run a whole damn marathon." It's almost unbelievable how much this man really loves pleasing you, but you suppose it sounds plausible enough.

 "You're letting the cat out of the bag, you know? Maybe I should give you a taste of your own medicine." He nuzzles into your shoulder, his familiar laugh gracing your ears. 

 "I'd love to see you try, kitten."

[eczlipse]

“Is that so?” - C.B.

summary : you show up extremely tired to your hot gamer roommates room, Choi Beomgyu.

pairing : annoyed!beomgyu x fem!reader, dom!beomgyu x sub!reader

genre + warnings : irritated!gyu, very dom beomgyu, use of nicknames (mostly jagiya (baby in korean), baby..), riding, unsafe sex. lmk if i missed any!

wc : 2.2k

You returned in your shared dorm from a long week of work and heard Beomgyu playing video games on his computer. He was playing again, and some other voices were present, too; he was chatting with his friends in a Discord call. However, he noticed you pretty quickly and slid his headphones down, looking in your direction.

"Hey. You look tired," He said with a soft chuckle and paused his game. He murmured to his friends he’d be leaving and continued over to you, “I didn't expect you to return this late. I thought we've talked about this already."

“M’Hey Beomgyu.” You whispered a bit, still feeling overwhelmed from your week’s activities.

He let out a scoff as you came back, clearly exhausted. During the week, you were given multiple shifts and hadn’t had time for yourself. Early shifts and surprising night shifts. Tonight had been friday and your last day of work for the week.

"How many times have I told you to not to overwork so much..?"

You attempted to count on your hands but failed miserably and laughed. You then scoffed and fell onto his bed.

He rolled his eyes at your failure to count, not surprised. Then, stood up from his chair and moved to sit beside you on the bed, gently grabbing your shoulders.

“And are you going to pass out on my bed?”

You chuckled a bit, “Maybe….” He let out a scoff at your bratty response and rolled his eyes. Beomgyu was tempted to push you off the bed so you’d be forced to go to your own bed.

“You’re such a pain,” he muttered softly and flicked your forehead. You let out a slight yelp at his action and slapped his shoulder and rolled your eyes. “Gyu! Why would you-“

Beomgyu chuckled, he found you cute when you were exhausted. “Oh, shut up. You deserve it for passing out on my bed.”

Grabbing your arm, he spoke once more, more irritation in his voice. “I’ll have to carry you to your own bed if you keep this up, you know.”

“I really don’t feel like getting up.”Empathizing on the really part, you pouted, you genuinely didn’t feel like moving.

Beomgyu let his head fall back, knowing that there was no way he would convince you to get up and go to your own bed. He let go of your arm and flopped on the bed beside you.

“You’re the most annoying person ever. you know that, right?”

“Sure.” You said sarcastically.

He stared at you for a moment, his eyes slowly traveled down to your lips for a split second, then back up into your eyes again.

“You must be a masochist or something. You really want to piss me off, huh?”

“Beomgyu i’m tired can I just sleep here.” You whined, you didn’t want to do anything. You were so worn out and wanted to pass out right then and there.

Beomgyu had to hold back a chuckle at your begging. After a moment of considering it, he spoke jokingly. “Hmmm… I guess so. Just don’t drool on my pillow.”

You rolled your eyes and immediately passing out on the bed. You felt comfortable having some sound in the background as you drifted away to your slumber.

You woke up while Beomgyu had been still playing games on his pc. Just then, he looked up from his desk and noticed you stirring in his bed. A smirk immediately formed on his lips and he slid his headphones down to his neck.

"Well, look who's finally awake." He chuckled amusement. You let out a soft grunt as you rubbed your eyes, those vibrant lights on his screen were too much they were almost blinding your newly awaken sight.

You felt light, a bit more awake. One thing was that, you were confused why you had been in Beomgyus room in the first place. You had always found him attractive but he’d also been a bit of a pain in the ass with his constant screaming.

He chuckled at your tired grunts, turning his chair back in your direction. He noticed the confused look on your face as you slowly got more conscious and smirked to himself.

"Still feeling tired, princess?"

He teased and leaned back on his chair, spinning it in your direction.

“Why am I here again?” You asked while attempting to get up.

“You barged into my room worn out as a skunk and begged me to let you sleep in my bed.”

“Doesn’t.. Sound like me..”

He chuckled softly at your response and nodded, amused by your denial. Beomgyu watched you sit up on the bed, and his gaze traveled slowly down your body. He noticed how your shirt was riding up from where it had been tucked into your pants earlier, exposing a small patch of skin. his eyes then glanced over your face.

"Sure…." He said sarcastically, his gaze returning to your face.

“I should uh… Go back to my room. Thanks for letting me nap here.”

Before you could climb off the bed, he spoke again. "You sure you don’t want to stay a little longer? I’m sure my bed is more comfortable than yours."

You fail to attempt a fake chuckle. Trying to be as respectful as possible, you try to reject his proposal.

“No It’s okay, I wouldn’t want to bother you. Plus, where would you sleep?”

He chuckled at your response, finding your attempt at being polite adorable. He couldn't help but toy with you a bit, enjoying the way you were getting flustered around him.

"Oh, don’t worry about that. My bed is big enough for the both of us. I'm sure I would have no problem sharing it with you."

After many back and forths of you trying to be polite and him not accepting it, the man was practically begging. Might as well accept. It’s one night, no biggie.

“Okay, fine. I’m gonna go find some pjs though. Can’t stay in this outfit.”

A satisfied grin appeared on his lips as you finally gave in after his attempts. He nodded in agreement when you mentioned finding different clothes, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Sure, go get changed. I'll be right here waiting for you."

As you walked into your room, of course all your clothes had to have been dirty. “Why didn’t I do the laundry? Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Was what you thought. The only remotely clean pair of pjs you had, had been your summer night gown. It had lace around the chest area and it was meant to be seen by no one but yourself.

After seconds of contemplating wether or not you should wear it, you give in and wear the short gown. Walking into Beomgyu’s room, he still seemed distracted by his pc.

When he heard a few footsteps near him, he looked up from the screen, jaw nearly dropped. He wasn't expecting you to come back wearing that.

Beomgyu's eyes immediately traveled down your body, noticing how small the dress really was. A soft clearing of his throat snapped him out of his stare, and he quickly looked away.

Trying not to make the situation more awkward, you decided it’s better you sparked up a conversation as he played his game. He was doing you a favour after all, your room was dirty, clothes everywhere and you were honestly too burnt out to deal with any of it.

“Soo… What game are you playing?”

“I’m just playing Overwatch. Nothing too interesting.” He hummed trying to contain himself from looking at you.

“Oh I’ve heard of Overwatch- Is it fun?” You spoke back while sitting on the edge of his bed.

He nodded in response to your question. "Yeah, it's a pretty good game. It's a lot better when you have some friends to play with though."

He sighed before speaking again “Do you wanna try?”

“Alright, i’ll try.”

You hummed while getting a bit closer. You noticed that he didn’t have another chair.

He smirked as you got closer, noticing your realization.

"Well, it looks like you'll have to share my chair with me, princess."

He teased jokingly, patting his lap as an invitation for you to sit there.

You let out a quiet gasp, wondering what he was trying to get at. Not only had you been worn out from working all week but you’d also been so needy for some action. Him telling you to sit on his lap might’ve possibly been a mistake.

As thoughts raffled through your mind, you came to the conclusion where, fine, you’d sit on his lap. Reminding yourself constantly not to do anything inappropriate.

Beomgyu had a smug look on his face as you stood there in silence, clearly thinking over your options. He knew that it would be pretty entertaining having you sit on him while he tried to play the game. Beomgyu had already prepared himself for all the things he or even you might do while being in such a compromising position, but he didn't really mind.

"Come here, y/n. I don't have all night."

You sat yourself down on his thigh and took over his mouse and keyboard.

“What do I do—”

His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist as you got situated on his lap, his chest pressed against your back. He chuckled at your question, as his chin rested on your shoulder.

"Well, just try to shoot at the enemies. It doesn't have to be perfect, hun. You can just play around and have fun."

The feeling of his presence under you felt nice. You shifted your body a bit on his lap, then began attempting to ‘Shoot the enemies.’

He tried very hard to resist the urge to tease you about the way you were squirmed on his lap, instead choosing to watch you play the game. He noticed how you shifted on his lap, feeling your body move against his own.

After watching you attempt to shoot the enemies, he let out an amused scoff and muttered near your ear.

"You really suck at this, jagiya. It's almost cute."

You sighed before speaking once more, “Beomgyu, I’ll be better than you in no time.”

"Is that so?" Beomgyu asked, a teasing glint in his eye as he watched you play. He shifted slightly, his hand reaching up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple. “Is this okay y/n?” You gasped and nodded, your movements on the controller faltering for a moment.

"Don't let me distract you," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Focus on the game and prove your skills."

He continued to toy with your nipple, rolling it gently between his thumb and index finger. Your hips involuntarily began to move against his thigh, the friction causing a light whimper to escape your lips.

His fingers continued to dance along your nipple, the pressure increased with each passing second. You felt the wetness between your legs growing, the heat radiating from your core as your body began to ache for release.

Slowly, he slid his hand down to your skin tenderly. He went slow, though it felt nice, his prolonged touch. You felt his calloused fingers worshipping your body through the simple act, so soft, so intimate already.

A breath hitched in your throat, though he was going so slowly, it made it hard to concentrate. His calloused fingers came in contact with your soft skin, the background noise of gunshots now distant compared to the simple tension radiating infront of you.

His fingers moved over the hem of your underwear. "Do you think you can concentrate on the game now?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

You bit your lip, your fingers trembling on the controller as he started to tease your clit. "Fuck," you cursed, your voice breathy and strained.

Beomgyu's fingers continued to circle over your underwear and later found himself teasing your clit. The rhythm increased as he felt your arousal grow. He then began pushing his fingers inside you.

You moaned, your body arching into his touch. "Fuck, Beomgyu," you panted, your eyes fluttering shut as he began to finger you.

You felt his hardened member under you, as he slowly began fumbling his belt to release himself. After having his shaft out, it hardened even more hearing your moans— As one of his hands had still been on your clit, he then pushed your underwear to the side and attempted to set himself into you.

“You’re so tight, y/n”

Beomgyu's thrusts grew harder, his cock filling you completely with each push. He leaned forward, his lips finding your neck, his teeth gently nipping at your skin.

"Cum for me," he demanded, his voice a low growl.

Your body tightened, your walls clenching around him as you approached the edge. You then cried out, your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave.

Feeling you spasm around him, Beomgyu's hips jerked, his own release following close behind. He groaned, his hold on you tightening as he pulled himself out of you and came.

A couple seconds later, you noticed that the pc screen showed that you had died. You and Beomgyu had probably been too distracted to notice, “Thought you were better than me, hm?” he whispered in your ear.

[a-sound-sol]

LoV x Autistic!Reader headcanons!

m. list

Shigaraki

his best skill is listening to you infodump. he'll play video games while still actively listening and responding to you because he knows that's how you show your love

times all your meltdowns and tracks the triggers too

he thinks you look cutest when you're in your comfy, tagless pajamas and will make sure that you know important it is to him that you're in a sensory friendly environment

if anyone in public starts to make fun of you for carrying your comfort item around, he will decay them without hesitation.

Dabi

he tries so hard to make sure the temperature is perfect for you. he knows how overstimulated you get when it's too hot or too cold.

won't hesitate to take hold of your hands and arms if you start to exhibit self injury behavior. he'd rather you hurt him than yourself.

lets you fidget with his piercings even though he knows it's a bad idea. if you really need it, he's got you. he's always got you.

the minute you say you're done, he's got you in his arms and you're headed home - even if it's mid battle.

he will burn any tags off your clothes - sometimes burning the clothes themselves on accident - but you don't care. you think it's sweet.

Twice

he will literally be whatever you need. he'll use his quirk to guard you if you're having a meltdown, so you're safe from all sides

he gives the best mindless cuddles when you're feeling overwhelmed but don't have the words

makes sure that you're safe all the time - sends like 30 texts a day

will always make sure that you know you can always say no to a mission or a trip. it's your choice, and if shigaraki has an issue with it, he will take the heat.

Toga

oh you are her ANGEL!!!! She soothes you whenever you're having a meltdown

she'll tell you stories to distract you and play with your hair too, scratching your scalp because you love that

keeps you safe at all costs, public or private. you are her favorite, and anyone who makes you feel unwelcome or unsafe is her number one enemy.

keeps your blood in a heart shaped vial not even to use it, but because she loves having a bit of you around.

Spinner

literally ends up hyperfixating on half of your special interests

quality time is everything to him, so he’ll sit with you while you basically do anything just to body double for you!

makes sure that you know you’re safe when your body tells you you’re not

he buys you something related to either a safe food item or a sensory friendly clothing item everytime he goes out because he wants to make sure you never feel any amount of discomfort

Compress

he checks in FREQUENTLY. You always get a text after he leaves and while he’s gone and when he’s on his way home and-

He will marble you if people start to overstimulate you, then he’ll bring you home immediately and start to make you tea!!

he’s one to tell you how beloved you are and that anyone who’s cruel to you will be disposed of immediately

You’re his world. He makes sure that you’re aware of that every single chance he gets. Endless cuddles!!!!

Kurogiri

hey, if you need out of a crowd? He’s got you for sure!!!

there’s a little shirakumo there too so he’s extra careful with you when you’re struggling (:

He wants to protect you, he feels the same draw to you as he feels with shigaraki

basically will do anything to keep you away from anything that may harm you, even yourself <3

Magne

she will also kill anyone who hurts you or vaguely looks at you wrong

always tells the rest of the league to leave you alone when she sees you overstimulated or even close to feeling uncomfortable

supports you being your most authentic and real self!! Never wants you to mask (:

helps you explore your identity while making you feel safe and comfortable!!!

[xoxoxyra]

The quiet that followed

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George clarke x reader angst

Synopsis: George comforts his partner after they lose a loved one.

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The apartment felt like a movie, dark, quiet and unsafe. Except for the rain drops racing down the window in streaks. It hadn’t stopped all day. The kind of rain that dulls every other emotion in your heart. Suffocating all happiness, drowning all memory. Just gray and endless. Like grief.

You sat still on the ground, hunched slightly forward, knees digging into your chest creating achy red circles. A folded letter sat in your hand, creased and covered in smudging ink after falling victim from loose tears.

You couldn’t feel most anything anymore, not really atleast. The words were already memorized, but your eyes kept finding them like you needed proof. Almost if you read it enough, maybe she’d come back. Maybe she hadn’t really gone.

The clock ticked somewhere behind you. Too loudly. You wanted to throw it across the room, to stop time from racing forward like nothing had changed.

You didn’t hear the front door open. You only felt a shift in the room a soft, familiar presence moving into your atmosphere.

George didn’t speak right away. You heard the gentle clink of keys being set on the table, the rubbery thunk of shoes being slipped off. And then, footsteps tiptoeing. He approached, unintrusive.

He sat beside you, not on the couch, but on the floor, legs stretched looking at you. When he reached over to touch your hand, you didn’t move. You couldn’t move. But the contact grounded you. A warm, loving and living thing in a world that had suddenly gone flatline.

“I got your message,” George said quietly, voice almost lost under your crackling gasps and snivels. “you shouldn’t be alone with this.”

You swallowed hard. Your voice came out cracked. “I don’t know what do to.”

He spoke softly, “nobody ever does” George gently took the letter from your hand and placed it on the coffee table. Then, without asking, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him, climbing into his lap trying to anchor yourself to life. His arms collapsed around your waist, your head against his chest. You stayed stiff for a moment, breath pulled taught in your throat.

Then your body gave in. You folded over him like a wave crashing against the shore. The sob came out sharp, guttural, from somewhere deep and scared inside you. You hated the sound of it. But most importantly, you hated how little control you had. But you didn’t stop, you couldn’t stop.

George didn’t offer any platitudes. No “She’s in a better place,” no “Everything happens for a reason.” Just arms that held tight, and a voice that murmured against the side of your head “I know.”

You clutched at the side of his shirt, as if holding him might mean he wouldn’t leave either.

He leaned back just enough to look at you. His eyes were glassy watching your pain, but steady. “You’re still here,” George said. “And I’m right here with you.”

You looked up at him, at the way he was trying to carry part of your pain without taking it from you. without attempting to fix.

It was the first time you realized how strong love could be even through silence.

You took a breath. A deep one, even if it shook. And another. And you whispered, not needing him to answer, “I miss her so much.”

His hand found yours again, fingers interlacing. “I know,” he said again. You let your head fall against his chest again. The rain kept falling, but it didn’t feel quite so cruel anymore instead morphing into comfort.

It was getting late. The kind of late where time stopped being seconds ticking and became just shadows and shaky breath. The apartment was dim, lit only by the soft flicker of a lamp with a dying light bulb.

You were curled into the his body limbs heavy, catching yourself somewhere between sleep and sorrow. You hadn’t moved in what felt like hours. There was nothing left in you to move.

The air was thick and bunched in your throat, resisting against being breathed in. Full of stories untold and goodbyes left unsaid.

You opened your eyes just enough to see George’s lips moving his voice dulled by the humming of the refrigerator and the weight in your chest. You tried to nod, but even that felt like too much effort. Your lips parted, but no words came only a broken sigh.

He didn’t ask you to get up. Didn’t suggest going to bed. He just slid one arm under your knees, the other around your back, and lifted you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You let your head fall against his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin something like cedar and love. The world swayed gently as he carried you, and for the first time that day, you let yourself fully give in. No performance. No pretending to be okay. Just a weight not even George could lift at the moment.

His heartbeat was steady beneath your cheek, a slow rhythm that seemed to speak words worth listening to.

The sheets were cool when George laid you down, tucking the blanket up around your shoulder with careful hands after he lay down next to you. His thumb brushed over your temple, comforting and warm.

You didnt move, You didn’t have to you knew you were safe. Sleep pulled at you in thick waves, and this time you didn’t fight it. You let go.

Because a different feeling was holding you now, comfort. It was still mixed with grief. But now, it had a place to rest, deep within your heart, buried beneath George’s love.

[tickettride]

I’ve just seen a face | 1

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

pairing is johnny davis x f!reader

in which the man you've been staring at all night long at a party meets you in the kitchen, and suggests to walk you out where it's safer. the only danger is not being able to stop kissing him.

word count: 2k

warnings: 18+ (mdni), alcohol, mention of weed, men being creeps, smoking, sexual tension, kissing and a touch of fluff?, "girls are prettier without glasses" speech (ugh), maybe a few mistakes and nonsense

• read the second part here

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful. — The Picture of Dorian Gray

 

Johnny’s lips hovered over yours, mixing his warm breath with your shaky exhales. You had never felt so connected to another human being before. Never felt your soul leaving your body that way. And here you were now, nose-to-nose with a man you didn't even know.

A deep, unwavering sexual tension had tethered you to Johnny for hours. Even since you had stepped into the house, actually. It had been hard to see right through the smoke, even more since you had decided to ditch your glasses for the night, just for the experience. Well, it had been a fucking mistake. All the faces were blurry, and you swore you introduced yourself twice to the same people, all of them hoisting their beer and exchanging looks you didn't quite understand.

It doesn’t matter, your friends told you. They won’t remember anything the next morning. You supposed it was a relief, to think people would forget about you in just a few hours. At least until you saw that guy who had been standing in a corner the whole time. 

No, not a guy. A real man, with broad shoulders and a certain way of carrying himself. Even from across the room, you knew he was respected.

It had taken you longer than necessary to reach the kitchen behind a group of wobbly men, bumping into shoulders and apologizing inaudibly. Someone talked to you but you barely paid any attention, giving a small "okay" instead as you focused on getting to the kitchen in one piece.

Rubbing your eyelid tiredly, you nearly scratched your eye out when a hand closed around your wrist, though it felt warm and gentle.

“Hey.”

The man from the corner was looking down at you, worry flickering in his eyes. So close to you, he was even more handsome. Full lips, a face that carried memories. Clearly, he had seen a lot.

“Ya need help?”

“No?” You dragged the syllable, confused as you shot a look at your friends. The three of them had crashed on a couch, their loud laughter drawing attention. You might have looked drunk though, you gave him that. “I’m just headin’ for the kitchen. Gotta drink some water before I start feelin’ all…”

Your vague hand motion made his lips twitch in amusement, which pulled a smile to your lips too. It slightly faded when he removed his hand from you, and you turned back around.

So he had noticed you.

A strong scent of alcohol and weed burned your nostrils when you walked over to the sink, your eyes sweeping over the room to find where the glasses were stocked. Littered cups filled with some sort of alcohol mix had your nose wrinkled up at the smell, wondering what was wrong with those people. Did they really enjoy drinking this? Finally, stacked glasses that seemed clean enough caught your eyes.

And now that same man was standing at the threshold.

“I’m old enough to be left on my own, y'know," you said sarcastically, almost nervous to be left alone with him. Was he one of the creeps? Or just a man bored to death?

In response, he nodded like you had made a great point. “Just don’t want ya to feel unsafe, is all.”

You shrugged, retrieving a glass, checking it was somewhat clean, and filling it with water. “I know how to throw a punch. I've been taught the basics.”

“Show me, then.”

The three words made your heartbeat faster. With your free hand, you closed your fist, barely thinking. 

“Nah. Ya’d break your thumb like that.”

Your gaze flitted to your hand for a second. “Yeah. Probably.”

Another nod was addressed to you, and a moment of silence wrapped you both in a comfortable bubble. You drank the water silently while he kept his eyes on you, which would have looked truly odd did he not seem safe. He looked exhausted, though. Maybe a bit entertained. Maybe like he’d been waiting for someone like you to light up his evening.

“I’m Johnny.”

You gave your name back, watching his smile that definitely shouldn’t have caused a hot nudge in your lower body, considering he would surely move on from you the next day.

Still, the tension choked you as he stepped further into the room, picking up a bottle of beer in a bucket. Your hand tightened against the glass when you opened your mouth to ask where he was from–the usual small talk you used when silence made you uneasy–and instantly closed it as two bearded men barged in, ruining the moment.

“I say, "You ain’t goin’ nowhere, motherfucker",” the first one spat, waving a gun in the air. “I captured you.”

Swallowing thickly at the sight of the small handgun, you set the glass back down into the sink and glanced over at Johnny. Your senses returned to you enough to do some calculations. From what you could see, you could slip beside him and make your way back to your friends swiftly. But those two creeps had spotted you, standing there like an outsider or just a woman, and nerves started filling your body as you hyped yourself up to take the few steps toward freedom. There was no way you were staying there to risk being shot accidentally. What a stupid end that would make.

Johnny’s brow furrowed at those guys and back at you, sensing your discomfort. He tipped the drink to his mouth, taking a long sip as you took a deep breath. 

“I think I’ll head out,” you announced quietly, ignoring the men’s hot gazes on your back.

It was a shame to leave so fast, but maybe you just weren’t meant to be talking to Johnny. You believed in all that stuff fiercely.

Johnny’s head turned around, watching behind him before meeting your eyes again. “I can’t see your friends.”

“Oh, they must be smokin’ somewhere out there.”

Giving a small nod, he stepped closer to you and left his beer near the sink. “I’ll walk ya out.”

You cleared your throat, trying to alleviate the lump forming from the thoughts racing through your brain. His hand settled on your lower back as he guided you to the back door, and you didn’t think once. Perhaps you'd finally have that time alone with him, after all. He didn’t look like he wanted to leave either.

The cold breeze hit you in the face as you squinted through the darkness, praying hard not to fall or trip or do anything embarrassing in front of him. And that was exactly what you did. The couple of stairs were poorly lighted, and there was only one idiot to miss that one step. You.

“Shit,” you stumbled, chuckling awkwardly when you felt Johnny’s hand on your waist, making sure you were not collapsing.

“Alright?”

“Yeah,” you replied quickly, unable to stop yourself from smiling. 

Maybe it was his big hands on you, or maybe it was just the one beer you had drunk, but the wind seemed less cold, less aggressive on your skin. God, he looked so... attractive.

A small smile graced his lips as he gazed down at you, almost checking you out. “Should’ve slowed down on the beers.”

Another giggle escaped your lips, trying not to shrink under his gaze. “It’s not about the beers, promise. I just can’t see nothin’ without my glasses.”

“You lost ‘em?” Johnny asked, a wrinkle appearing between his brows. 

“No. Um… I’ve been told girls are prettier without glasses.”

He made a sound. Kept frowning. That was your cue to blabber on. 

“Not that I found myself… unattractive. I just thought I could try one night without wearin' them. Which was really stupid, considerin’ I’ve almost died at least twice.”

You pursued your lips as you caught a whiff of his scent on his leather jacket, willing yourself to shut up and flee. As you were supposed to. And yet, as dumb as you sounded, Johnny’s eyes were fixed on yours and did not leave for a moment. He was listening carefully, blocking out the world to hear your silly explanation. 

“You’re not unattractive,” he said in a low voice. "I bet they make ya look even prettier."

“How would you know?” your tone matched his, your blood heating another degree. 

Johnny came closer, raising his hands to run his thumbs above your cheeks, where your glasses usually fell. His eyes were ringed with dark circles, but they were beautiful. Dark. Full of fantasies. 

“Just imaginin’,” his raspy voice sent a hot shiver down your spine. "I've been lookin' at ya since you walked in, but I hadn’t noticed those freckles right there."

Your heart hammered in your chest. It was all going so fast, but the mere thought of slowing things down was absurd. You couldn’t think of anything but feeling his lips on yours. Moving your body with his. Feeling so wanted he might die, and you as well. You usually were careful and rather shy when it came to flirting, but why would you resist the temptation now?

The party didn’t matter. The people out there didn’t matter. Hell, even your friends didn’t matter. It was only you and the man you had checked out (ogled) all night, the man who had made sure you were feeling safe, the man who had caught you in his arms like they did in the movies. 

It did feel like a movie anyway. None of this felt real. 

“I can’t see much, but you look pretty attractive too,” you dared to say, though you wished you had sounded bolder. 

His lips nearly touched yours. The top of your noses did, causing you to chuckle. What was even happening?

“See me better now?” Johnny muttered, angling his face.

"Much better."

"Good."

You had known a few men, kissed a few of them, but nothing had ever come close to this particular moment. Nothing had ever felt so exciting, so hot and passionate. You didn’t want him to forget you. Fuck, you were sure you would think of these minutes until your last breath. You needed to have him, even for a short moment.

Nose-to-nose with a man you didn't even know.

“Johnny?”

“Mmm?”

“I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Emboldened by his widening smile, you closed what little distance was left between your mouths and pressed a soft kiss against his lips, just testing the waters. You hadn’t expected it to feel that good. Like a taste of heaven. Gripping his shoulders, you drew yourself high against his chest and slipped your tongue into his mouth, a tiny sound mixing with a groan of his. His hands pressed against your back, holding your waist like a fragile doll as yours slid to the back of his head. Fuelled by the need to make him moan again, you wrapped both arms up around his neck until you were shamelessly making out on the grass, wishing he could do something to alleviate the burning in your body. It was bewitching.

You were out of breath when you landed on your feet again, as though you had just taken a trip to the stars for a minute. Clearly, Johnny was as dazed as you were. 

Looking over his shoulder, you found no less than ten faces peering out the window, and a couple more watching from the front porch. Smoking. You bet your friends had seen it all. 

“Shit,” you whispered, at a loss for words. 

Johnny ran his thumb over your lip, his eyes tracing his own movements as he did. ‘Tell me where ya live.”

Forgetting everything about the safety rules you had always followed when it came to men, you whispered, “Next to the shoe store. I work there on weekends.”

The detail had slipped out, but you just wished he would suggest picking you up someday. Don’t let him forget you, your brain kept saying. You couldn’t be anticipating the saddest goodbye of your life yet.

“You’re workin’ tomorrow?”

A bit of hope flickered in your chest. Men usually fucked off after getting what they wanted, but he seemed really into you. That was unreal.

“Tomorrow’s Friday,” you grinned playfully, chuckling as he nodded. 

"Tomorrow’s Friday," Johnny repeated, realizing his mistake. "Guess I don’t wanna spend one day waitin’ to see ya again."

“Me either,” you admitted lowly, removing a strand of hair sticking to your lips. “You can—you can still come on Saturday, if you want to.”

“You’ve been on a motorcycle before?” 

You shook your head, wondering why you felt so bashful all of a sudden. Johnny’s lips curved at your hesitancy, holding your gaze for a moment. His eyes full of promises again.

“Hmm. Ya should leave before I keep ya out here with me,” he declared, snapping you out of your thoughts as he squeezed your hip gently and stepped backward. 

And with that, the moment was gone.

“Saturday, then?” you asked, just to make sure. 

You sounded almost desperate, but you couldn’t care. There was something scary about being so attracted to someone so fast. What if a simple change of heart left you heartbroken?

“Saturday,” Johnny confirmed, making it sound like it was years away. 

You dropped your gaze for a second and raised it again to look at him one last time, the steadying sounds of your breathings filling the cold air. Johnny broke the eye-contact to check that your friends were still standing in the distance.

“Ya need help walkin’ over there?”

The question made you smile. “I’ll be alright. I’ll try to walk in a straight line and avoid people."

Johnny’s stare could have been a good reason to stay with him and let him keep you, but after a second of hesitancy, you willed yourself to utter a small ‘Well, see you, then’. You made a beeline to your friends, blinking a couple of times as though your vision would become clear again. 

You shot one look behind. Johnny was waiting for you to reach the others, not moving.

They all shouted in your ear when you stepped on the tiled floor, but you weren’t listening. Just thinking of how fast it all could change when you least expected it. You weren't fully sure he'd really show up in two days, so you crossed your fingers during the whole ride back home and hoped he wouldn't forget. You were already longing for this man’s touch.

[luckybyler]

This was a reply to someone else, but I'm making this its own post because so many people are being so evil right now re: Noah Schnapp.

You can find other, longer explanations with history and all, but all the places I've seen more or less agree with this:

So you're all calling people to cancel Noah because he's in favor of a Jewish nation in what is today Israel. Which is a perfectly reasonable, decent and educated opinion to have, especially when you, to use a trendy term, "educate yourself" and find out why the state of Israel was created.

11000 dead Palestinians, half of them children

According to Hamas. Don't forget that, ever. They're the current, official government of Gaza, thus they're the ones who give numbers. This means that the real number could be 10, 1 million, anything in between. What I've read is that they probably give more of less accurate total numbers. What they fail to do, however, is distinguish between Hamas militants and civilians, and beteween civilians killed by IDF strikes, civilians killed by failed Hamas or Palestininan Islamic Jihad's rockets (which happens a lot), and Palestinians murdered by Hamas/PIJ (which also happens, a whole damn lot). They also don't specify how many civilians they have prevented or tried to prevent from evacuating or receiving aid.

11k dead people is a horrible number. Even 1 dead person is a horrible number. However, urban warfare in such a densely populated area is its own kind of hell, especially when the other side is fond of using civilians as human shields in every way possible. The fact that the number is 11k and not 50k, 100k, and so on, indicates that the IDF have indeed done a lot to minimize deaths. You don't genocide people by doing roof knocks, opening evacuation lines, dropping guided bombs, putting up an Iron Dome to deal with rockets while avoiding escalation, etc. simply because actual genocide, while a lot worse, is also cheaper, easier and faster than what they're doing. This is important because caling every act of war genocide dilutes the word, and there are actual genocides happening around the world. Also, there is a difference between striking military targets and causing civilian deaths as a side effect (what the IDF is doing) and planning and carrying out a massacre deliberately targeting civilians and inflicting as much pain and humilliation as possible on them. And there is a difference between doing so by breaking a ceasefire (which is what Hamas did), and defending your country because if you don't do that a terrorist group will anhilate you (which is what the IDF is doing).

Back to Noah. So far, these are the things that people have tried to cancel him for:

Traveling to Israel (a completely normal thing)

Having Israeli friends (another completely normal thing)

Condemning Hamas' horrible attack on October 7th (the decent thing to do)

Posting a statement saying he feels unsafe as a Jewish person in the US (which, given the rise of antisemitic acts in the world, including the US, including where he lives and where he studies, is a valid feeling to have)

Signing a letter, along with Shawn Levy, Brett Gelman, Ross Duffer and I think Cara Buono, asking Biden to press for the liberation of every hostage by Hamas. This especially shows the utter ignorance of the cancellers because, as it turns out, caring about every hostage implies a slowdown of IDF's actions (and, at the time, a delay of a ground invasion).

Supporting the existence and preservation of the state of Israel (once again, a completely normal thing). The fact that people are turning against him for these things says to me that the real reason you are all hating Noah is beacuse:

He's Jewish. Like, really really Jewish.

And the fact that this all comes from a place of antisemitism isn't hidden at all: I've seen y'all on here, on Twitter, Reddit, every other social media calling him slurs (such as "cunt"), censoring his name, pretending he's not part of the cast, asking the Duffers/Netflix to fire him, wishing him failure, doxxing him, calling on his classmates to physically assault him, etc. He doesn't need to educate himself: you guys are already teaching him a great lesson on why a Jewish state is necessary. If that's the treament he gets from his own "fans", what can he expect from the world at large?

[lazyneonrabbitt]

The beast of Mordor

Adar x reader | SMUT🔞

Mordor has monsters, and no one was stupid enough to cross its borders, right?

What can I say, the discord said Beauty and the Beast and it kinda went unhinged from there on.

The woods were unsafe ever since the mountain spewed fire and darkened the sky. Never in your long life had you seen a land so gray.

You knew it to be the middle of the day as you left at first light in your own lands not too far off the reclaimed lands now named Mordor.

The woods were unsafe but you would never travel around its vast area only to fetch products on the other side where your merchant friend had settled.

With sword and dagger you traveled light, on foot as horses were too loud and would alert the monsters hiding in the shadows. Nocturnal beasts, deformed and bloodthirsty. Or, at least that's what the stories said. No one had ever met a beast and lived.

Deep in thought your calculated steps faltered and something snapped under your foot, the sound ringing out throughout the forest.

You froze at the noise, dagger up in defense as you took in your surroundings.

Nothing.

It looked like you were truly alone in the area and took up your pace, moving on to be out of the woods as quick as possible.

You had been walking nonstop ever since you broke the branch, the panic never really leaving causing you to forget to keep track of your directions.

You had no idea where you were.

You were lost in cursed lands with no way of backtracking or seeking out the sun to figure out your location.

Fear rose in your chest, its grasp constricting your airways as a soft faltering gasp left your lips and tears started brimming your eyes. In all your ages you had never felt fear like this.

Until a noise caught your ears.

It was everywhere around you. A low rumbling sound. Gutteral and deep, raising the hairs in your neck as you drew sword and dagger in defense once more.

The sound worsened before it died down, being followed by a voice speaking in an unknown tongue, distorted by evil itself.

Fear crept so far inside you you hadn't even noticed the fog had thickened in these parts of the woods. No matter where you looked, all around you were tones of gray. Ashen lands shrouded in a thick fog that forced itself into your lungs with each breath.

"Intruder."

The voice centered behind you all of a sudden and you ran. Your legs carrying you through the dark lands but to no avail. A heavy weight settled against your back and threw you to the ground and you were forced onto your back.

You waited for the pain that would end it all, eyes shut and body rigid but nothing ever came.

As you ever so slowly dared to open your eyes your surroundings became clearer again, as if the fog had dispersed around you.

You allowed yourself to sit up and try to assess the situation. To find whatever it was that attacked you but again you found yourself alone. In a clearing this time.

No plants grew in this soil beneath you. Only deep clawmarks broke the otherwise even ground. The trees surrounding you bore the same marks, giving the area an even more eery look.

You had to run.

Shifting your weight to get up, you were suddenly back on the ground. The impact had you again shut your eyes in panic and knocked the air from your lungs and none dared to enter as a weight pressed down, denying you of a much needed intake of breath.

"Open."

Something touched your brow and pulled it upward, forcing you to open your eyes and stare at the being now standing over you.

It sat on its haunches towering over you, a blackened arm outstretched to your head.

You now understood why no one dared to venture into Mordor.

"Elleth."

Your brows furrowed at the creature's speech.

"Sindarin?" The word left your lips before your head caught up with it. He just called you an elven woman in your own tongue. What was this thing?

In return the pressure on your chest increased and a huff of warm, rotten breath fanned your face as the beast crowded over you even further.

You wanted to close your eyes again, turn your head away as the beast crushed your chest but instead of doing so it moved its claw off your chest and held your jaw, prying open your mouth and moving your head to its will.

You had no option but to take it all in. From the long black hair that hung in thick strands framing its face, scarred and torn scales adorning its cheeks, up to its temples where the skin blended into thick horns that curled up and forward like a crown. Deep black eyes held cold blue irises, dark circles under it contrasting its otherwise pale skin.

The beast felt your breaths evening out and let out a noise akin to a breathy laugh, showing a maw full of sharp teeth, its tongue darting out to graze past its fangs.

Its jaws opened then, lunging forward at your head.

Without thinking you blocked, hands grabbing onto the protruding horns and taking its ears along with them earning a rumbling noise as it stopped immediately. You pulled your hands back and laid them flat on the ground beside your head, palms up. The creatures ears swished as its head shook, looking you dead in the eye and letting out a roar inches away from your face.

You watched the pitch black arm raise, claws gleaming and a torn wing twitching at its shoulder.

This was it.

The claw swiped down and tore fabric and flesh, leaving only shallow cuts that earned the beast a whimper.

The cold air came in contact with your skin, your body reacting in the worst way as you laid exposed underneafh the large monstrous being.

Once more its maw opened but instead of lunging at your head its tongue found your chest, curling it around a perked nipple with eager energy.

Your breath hitched as you tried your hardest not to let the beast hear a noise out of you, not a peep as its tongue violated your chest and its clawed hand traveled south, dragging the rough pads of its fingers across your stomach and shredding any fabric left in its way to where it wished to be.

Where your mouth kept quiet your body betrayed you as the beast moved its head south and inhaled once, twice, taking in your scent and letting out a clicking growl before shoving its face between your thighs.

"H..ahh stop it!" Your hands flew out to grab its horns again but instead of stopping like it did before it only let out a vibrating humm against your core, worsening your situation even further.

You pushed at its head with all your might but it easily overpowered you, especially now with your strength leaving your body as you neared a most unwanted orgasm. It did not help that the creature felt the need to shove its entire tongue down your entrance and swirl it in exploration. Its fangs grazed your skin and it continued humming and growling, adding even more sensation to the already overwhelming assault. You begged it to stop, whines now flowing freely from you as you tried to squirm out of its grasp but it only pulled away after your walls clenched as you came.

You couldn't even register your hands still rested on the beast's horns until it moved back up your body, nuzzling at your tears and wiping a combination of drool and your slick across your cheek.

With a claw on your hip to move you around the creature shuffled until it had your legs on each side of its waist.

"N..no. No no please no!" You knew it wouldn't work yet you still tried to pry yourself from its grasp.

"No, Adar." The beast tilted its head, moving closer to your face. With raised brows its ear perked. "Speak." It snarled.

"No, Adar.. Please."

You felt the beast's length twitch at the call of what you assumed to be his name.

"Yes, elleth."

With your hips still held in one massive clawed hand he rose to his upper body to full height, staring you down as if you were his next meal. Cracking sounded as his wings unfurled behind his back and framed his already impressive being.

The scars that ran across Adar's face extended down his chest and along his absomen. Thick raised lines ran in a pattern down his body and along his arms, one of them being much worse for wear with the shoulder slumped and the wing hanging down against the ground. There was no way he could still fly with those things.

Still he looked as threatening as he could be.

It was an impossible task to remove your gaze from him. Your gaze that slowly traveled lower to where your hips laid against his and his large member rested between your folds.

It was as black as his scaled flesh, ridges over its entire impressive length and already leaking for you.

Fear crept back over you after your moment of distraction. He wouldn't. ..would he?

You watched and compared. "Y.. you won't fit. I'll tear!" You were back to squirming and trying to reason with the monster but he took none of it into consideration, yoir fear only adding fuel to his already raging fire.

"Still, Elleth." Even as you willed all your strength to shove your hands between your thighs to cover yourself you failed as you were easily maneuvered back into a position he preffered, now with the head of his cock pressed against your entrance. Its girth already stretched your lips past anything you ever had inside and with the addition of each ridge, one, two, tree the pain turned into something else. Fear ebbed away and made place for something far more dangerous.

Thr large, monstrous cock inside of you started to feel.. good.

Adar could feel your change and let go of all restraint, rutting into you with a purpose and pulling the most delicious sounds from you until he pulled you over the edge once more.

You cried out in pleasure, walls squeezing around his cock but his pace did not falter.

"Ahh--Adar slow.." your hand grasped at your stomach where with each thrust you felt him move inside of you through your skin. The sharp bones of his hips slammed against the back of your thighs at a rough pace. You were going to be bruised inside and out once he was finished with you.

Adar's face came back down to mouth at your chest as he fucked into you, soft grunts and growls informing you he felt pleasure as well. His entire being enveloped you, his touch everywhere overhwelming you easily. So much you didn't notice the hand moving between the two if you or stutter in his hips, just the soft roar that acompanied it as he spilled his load deep inside of you without stopping.

You felt warm, safe even with this beast hunched over you. The valar would abandon you for falling into this darkness that this beast led you into. That Adar led you into.

Adar's teeth were at your throat, his claws raking thin lines over your torso as he lost himself in the moment. His noises became more prominent the second your hands found his ears. Rubbing at the very tips of them pulled sweet purrs from his throat.

In return his hand snaked its way down your stomach, resting right above where he entered you and rubbed to find your clit, ever so careful not to nick you with his claws.

At his first touch you cried out his name, giving his ears a harsh tug making him fuck into you even harder, feeling the swell at the base of his cock press firmly against your entrance.

His fingers pressed harder and you tugged, he deepened his thrusts until you felt the thick knot slip past your lips and he stilled suddenly with a choked roar. The stretch of his swollen base pulled another orgasm from you, your body giving up entirely and slumping down barely able to catch your breath.

Adar's arms wrapped around your small frame and he let himself fall onto his back, keeping you on top of him as he waited for his knot to deflate.

"Ow."

Your simple outing of discomfort had Adar chuckle, murmuring an apology as he stroked your back.

Tattered clothes still hung off your limbs as your mind wandered. You had to find new clothes somehow. Were you going to see your friend after all and explain all of this? Would you lie? You trusted her enough to keep your secrets, and even if you came up with an excuse she'd give you nee clothes regardless.

"Loud.." your beaat beneath you spoke, no doubt refering to your racing mind.

Adar let you go, to see your friend and return home after. He assured you safe passage through his lands and marked trees so you'd find your way. He was kind in a way.

Home was less kind.

They interrogated you immediately on arrival. You weapons and gear were gone and you showed up in another region's garments. Besides you reeked of filth and acts unspeakable for an elf of your rank to smell of in public.

You were scolded and sent away but day after day the stares and complaints never left. No matter how much you scrubbed your skin or used every scented item in your possession and that of the merchant the smell would not leave your body.

You isolated yourself after a while. It had to be at least one moon's phase when a sudden realisation came to you in the middle of the night.

Without a second thought you took your most important belongings and left once more for the dark lands of Mordor.

"Adar?" You called out from the path he had carved for you, following it in hopes he would dwell near it.

"Adar? It's me, Elleth." Your name was still unknown to him, so you tried the name he called you before.

"..Elleth?" The name echoed back all around you, but this time it did not strike fear into you.

"Elleth." It echoed once more, now from just one single direction and you stepped towards it with excitement you never thought you had in you.

Before you in the thick greenery your beast sat, clearly just woken up by your calls. "You return." He did not expect you to.

"They care for me no longer. I smell of you no matter how long I scrub myself clean." Your tone was sad and your arms curled around yourself in what almost looked like shame.

"It's like the smell comes from inside of me." You let yourself slump to the ground at his side, legs crossed under you and fave hidden from his view. "I didn't even realize until tonight.."

Adar kept his gaze on you, letting you speak your needed words before he'd act.

"I haven't bled since then."

In a sudden flurry of moves you were once more on your back pinned to the forest floor. Only now you were being aggressively sniffed at, Adar's purrs almost being drowned out by it.

Once he was done he sat back on his haunches in front of you, his eyes closed i concentration. You watched him with curious eyes as you sat up as well, taking in his form that changed right before your eyes.

The sound of cracking bones accompanied the grimace on his face as his wings disappeared from behind him and his whole self took a more approachable form.

His animalistic legs kept their shape and scales, as did patches on his shoulders and temples. His claws were no longer the size of your entire fingers and his eyes now resembled those of a normal being. The horned crown stayed in place, albeit now smaller along with his ears too.

"I assume you'd prefer this form, as a fair elven lady." His voice caught you off guard with how gorgeous it sounded, deep and inviting.

"For now this is fine." You smiled up at his now less beastly form. "It's nice to be able to talk to you like this, it's difficult for you when you're big."

With a nod to agree Adar stood and offered you a hand, using his other to take the bag from you and sling it over his shoulder. As he turned you could see the scarring on his back, the black scaled skin running along just his shoulderblades where scarred stumps sat with thin red lines going down to his waist.

"Come." He called from a few steps away. "We have a village. My children would love to meet their new mother."

"And their new sibling as well, soon."

[jantober]

Orphic

Orphic

(adj.) mysterious and entrancing;

beyond ordinary understanding

Pairings : Seo Moonjo x reader

Genre : slight fluff

Summary : the first encounter

Warning : first person pov and slight mention of blood

At the rooftop, I am trying to clear off my mind with the night breeze hitting my face. It is quite surprising that this kind of residence has a rooftop which leads to this view. It was quiet when suddenly “You're the new tenant?” I quickly turn my head towards the sound. I see a tall figure of a man with formal clothing, white shirt and black trousers, pretty neat for someone who lives here. He slowly walks towards me, closing each gap between us. I realized that I might’ve been silent for too long, I tilted my head up to look him in the face and answered “..ah..yes..” I am pretty awkward with strangers, but he is a different case, he makes me more uncomfortable, maybe because his height makes me feel unsafe. I sense something off from him and that just adds to my sensitive nature, I try not to think much about it and shrug it off. “The rooms feel suffocating aren't they? I like to go here and drink some beers, it feels less lonely up here. Speaking of beers... I brought some, do you want to drink?” His voice is deep, strangely soothing, and a hint of friendliness in contrast to his dull energy. It appears that he wants to be seen as approachable. “..sure, I would like one.” I answered, I am still uncomfortable nonetheless.

His hands open up the plastic bag that he carried and take a can of beer out of it as well as hand it to me. Even though my eyes look at his hand, but in a split second, from my peripheral vision I can see his smile, not a friendly one I suppose, it's hard to pinpoint what makes his smile feel disturbing. I grab the can of beer out of his hand and let out a simple ‘thank you’. I open the can of beer then drink it while my eyes are looking out to the view. I can hear another can pop off beside me, no question who it is, except maybe it IS a question, after all I haven't gotten his name.

“So.. you live in room 303?” His question almost caused me to choke on my beer, I immediately wondered how he knew about that. As if he can read my mind, he instantly adds “..ah.. the landlady told me before..” Although his addition seems unconvincing, I still shrug it off. I nod to his question “yes, I do.. What about you?” “room 304” Once again I just nod and sip my beer again. Despite being uncomfortable beside him, I feel a little bad because I can sense he tried to have a conversation with me and I somewhat dismiss him. What if it's just my sensitivity? Maybe he is not that bad, maybe he is a good person..? Maybe…

At this point, I don't even know why I haven't asked for his name. My eyes are still looking at the view in front of me, despite knowing the tall man beside me is staring at me. A lot of questions pop up in my mind but I am afraid to ask them. He just seems a bit too.. out of this place..? He seems to have a decent job, considering what he is wearing, I wonder why he would stay at this place. “..are you a painter?” Once again.. he manages to shock me a little. My gaze shifts towards him. ‘How does he know?’ That is the first thing that came to my mind. I know that he knows I am confused with his question. Without a word coming out of my mouth, he cleared himself by adding his way of thought. “I see some paint on your hand.” After hearing his words, I immediately check my hand and there is actually some stain on my hand. I am baffled since I remember I washed my hands before. “..I won't call myself a painter, I just like to draw and color them.. I like making art..” That last sentence comes out a bit weak, embarrassed even, since people around me always look down at me when I say I wanted to be a painter. Their judgemental eyes, their mocking expression, and their ‘advice’ are engraved into my memory. “You really.. considering painting as your job..?” “You're gonna graduate soon, get yourself some actual job” “why would you even learn drawing, it's no use” “You know, you should find a real job since you're already graduated.” Their judgements are true of course, painting or drawing is not a real job, I can't get money out of them. But I can't help it, it is frustrating, sometimes I just wanna bang their head to the wall and use their blood on my painting- wait.. stop it. And also that is why I am here, staying in this residence while getting myself a ‘real’ job.

Again, he opens his mouth, his deep and soothing voice snap me to reality. “I actually do something similar.. I dismantle, assemble, and recreate.” My gaze lands on his face, trying to make sense of his words. My confusion is visible to him, but this time he doesn't add any explanation. Our eye contact lasts longer than it should be, even though I can't look through his eyes clearly with his bangs covering them a bit. It just makes his intention more unreadable. “What kind of painting style do you like?” He asks. Without any further thinking, I straight away answer “.. Impressionism.” “Why?” This question successfully makes me stunned, not because I can't answer it, but this is my first time hearing someone interested and not judged me over something I love. “It's just because.. they're beautiful in their own way, they're not trying to mimic exactly the real thing, the painting just has the essence of the thing.” I explain as I smile, finally feel somewhat connected with another person whom I talk to. “You must be really good at painting.” He smiles at me. This is my first time hearing someone appreciate what I actually love to do, honestly I am getting flustered as I smile back at him shyly. “..ah I'm not that good yet.” And give an awkward chuckle. The night passed on by sipping on beer and stealing glances.

I guess being here isn't that bad as I thought it would be. Just as I thought my life would change for the better, instead it is gonna be my downfall.

It's my first time writing, I hope you guys enjoy it well. If there's anything that could be improved, please let me know! ☺️

[hellsslibrary]

hiiii could I get an nsfw alphabet with satan from obey me? :D

I love that little angry cat sm<3

#a.n. : I may or may not have gotten too carried away with this, so be warned, dears... And someone asked me for a bunch of SMAUs, so I'll probably do them hehe.

MASTERLIST IS HERE.

!!Warnings: top!dom!male!reader, sub!bottom!Satan, praise kink, easy pet play, intimacy, mention of many kinks with —fication and where there is someone else in sex in the "NO" part, oral sex, tiny mention of rimming, safe and unsafe sex, a description of sperm and his dick is a little strange(I just find it cool that it might be somehow different for demons, but I wasn’t really into it... Yet), tiny mention of breeding.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

SO... I could talk about this for hours, but he's probably one of the fastest to bounce back after sex, even if you've literally fucked the life out of him. And I think he would be quite independent? That is, he doesn't really need anything from you other than a few reassuring words, compliments and maybe a glass of water (although he will be very grateful if you do anything else). It’s just that he is quite capable of cleaning up on his own, and then washing himself (and you if you want), but if you insist on doing it yourself, he won’t say a word against it.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

If we talk about himself, then it seems to me that this is his brain (forgive me, please, but not sincerely). Like, he is very proud of his knowledge and thinks that this is the most important thing in life! And he's more than capable of applying that knowledge in a sexual manner, too.

You? Hands, probably. It doesn't matter which part. It doesn't matter if they're muscular or skinny or have scars or whatever. He just loves your hands, especially your palms. He can intertwine with your fingers, look at the lines on the inside of your palm, he absolutely enjoys the way you squeeze his thighs/waist/neck/arms and well... Yes, they look attractive.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He's picky. And he's a low-key pervert. Most likely, he will want you to wear a condom. But if you beg him enough or he's in a place where he just wants it fast, he'll want you to cum inside him, even if it doesn't happen often. Also loves it when you cum on his face, but will NEVER tell you about it or suggest it until you suggest it or accidentally cum on his face and see his reaction.

About his sperm? It seems to me that its consistency is quite normal. Not too runny, but not too thick either. It has a green sheen mixed with creamy white... And it most likely tastes absolutely nothing, well, tasteless.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I didn't know what to choose, but imagine... He would never agree to completely public sex or sex in general where someone can see you completely during the process, because he becomes vulnerable, he shows you the side, which he doesn’t show to anyone. BUT!!! I really think he would really like the idea of ​​being heard (especially by someone you know, but we won't point fingers). He secretly wants his moans, sobs, whimpers (maybe even screams) to be heard, so that everyone can hear that you make him feel good. So that everyone can hear your sounds, your praise only for him, your thrusts only for him, your everything only for him. But he will never agree to this, nah.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

It seems to me that he has little, if any, physical experience. He was angry at everyone and everything before you came into his life, after all. But mentally? Oh god, you'll never realize he didn't have much experience (or any at all) unless you ask him about it. So yes, he knows what he's doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Well... Missionary? Yes. This may be the most common, most used position, but that's what he likes. He can see your face and so can you. He can touch you everywhere and so can you. He feels you close, feels your every breath, hears your every sound, sees how your body tenses from your movements. It's very intimate for him. And he can intertwine your fingers!!! Charming.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Him and 'goofiness' in the same sentence? It sounds funny, but it's not. I think he's completely focused on the act of somehow making a joke or doing something funny. He can't even think of doing something like that, but he'll laugh if you do it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It's not necessarily the cleanest, but it's okay down there. He gets his hair cut periodically, so there is practically no hair there. I think the color is absolutely the same as above, maybe even lighter. And I think his hair there is not spiky at all? He's a prickly guy, but he has soft hair in both places. :p

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

HE'S SO ROMANTIC, FUCK. You understand, right? He himself is very soft (towards you, of course), and he absolutely loves to create some kind of intimate, loving atmosphere. And he has so many references from books that it gets crazier every time. But he is also ready to dwell on a little romance, like whispering about love to each other, holding hands, or just being close (until the beast awakens in you or him).

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I don't think he really needs it. He doesn't find it too exciting or helpful, so he'll just take a cold shower or call you if you're free... But what if you're not around, but you tease him somehow? He will do it. Many times. More than amount of fingers you have. More than teeth... More than your every hair... And you'll die once you're within his reach again, but it will be nice.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Definitely a kink for praise (maybe even for praising him higher than he is, almost worship). He just wants to make sure that he is good, that he is the best, that he does everything perfectly. Definitely easy pet play! Both ways too! He will be happy to put on ears, a collar, a tail for you (maybe something else, if you wish). And he will be absolutely finished if you do the same and then fuck him. Maybe sex in risky places? For example, in his room, where a book or even a stack can fall on you at any moment, and you will continue to have sex like rabbits (or Lucifer’s office, but this is not so fun... And most likely murderous).

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bed. Yours most likely. He’s just more comfortable and safe there (if there’s a lock on your door and the other 6 demons aren’t breaking in on you 24/7, yes). Besides the bed? He likes sex against a wall/closet/door or something. He likes standing sex, where you hold him up against something vertically.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

I think he's the hardest to excite out of the cast as a whole. But, to be honest, he is a simple man... Some intimate touches or words from you are more than enough for him to get aroused. Nothing too risque or unusual, just you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As I indicated earlier, threesomes or more (public sex, cuckolding and similar things too)! Besides? Bimbofification, sissification, dollification, yes. And most likely, he doesn’t like breeding, but he won’t say a word if you ONLY want to TALK about the fact that he could get pregnant.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He absolutely loves sucking you off more than the other way around. Just the weight of your cock on his tongue, the taste of you, the way you react... It turns him on. Turns him on a lot. Physically inexperienced, mentally a whore (no worse than Asmo♡, of course).

Although he loves it when you suck him off too! It feels good and he likes to know that you want to please him, even if he insists it's not necessary! Speaking of rimming, by the way... I don't think he would be a fan, hehe, but why not. Although he won't cum from this, no.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I think he would really like the slow, sensual rhythm. That rhythm where you take your time, where you enjoy every inch of each other's skin, where you can feel each other's every reaction and just lose yourself in the experience.

Although, if he rides you... Say goodbye to your dick, man, wish it only good luck. He comes off on you at times like these, so it's going to be fast, hard and merciless.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

No, he's not a fan of that at all. As I said just above, he likes to stretch out the moment and enjoy the leisurely time. But if you have a high libido or you just really want to have sex with him, but you don’t have time, then he won’t refuse. But he won’t offer it himself.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He fantasizes about it a lot, but really doesn't like taking risks. He loves to experiment a little with you, try new things, it's always good to discuss each other's desires even if you don't like them, just to know in advance! But nothing too risqué or kinky, that's not his cup of tea.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He's a demon. He has great stamina. But he guesses the moment when you can no longer do it and stops there. Can last for several hours without getting tired, but likes to stop for a few good rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Apart from the collars and obvious ears and tail, then no. He is not a big fan of toys, as he thinks that you satisfy each other very well. But he will keep and use anything you offer him or buy him.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Oh, he loves it. This happens very rarely as he is not patient when it comes to you. But when he wants and can, it will be one of the sweetest tortures for you. You will be torn between the desire to continue or get to the main thing.

He doesn't particularly like being teased back though (obviously). But he is completely willing to endure for you as long as you want.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not the loudest, not the quietest. Maybe a very tight six out of ten... He will moan, groan, maybe even whimper, but most of the time it's in your ear or in your pillow, but even without that he's pretty average.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

You once had sex while he was reading a book to you. And he managed to read it without stuttering, only pausing to catch his breath when you sped up or he neared orgasm. You took it personally and thought that you could very well change it... He lost his voice after the next time (not that he minded, since it was short-lived and his voice was clearly the most insignificant problem while he could barely sit upright).

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Nice 5 and a half inches, still soft. And almost 7 when he is erect. Completely straight from head to base. He has a pair of green veins that run vertically from the very bottom to the top. And his head has a slight green tint. (Someday I'll write headcanons for characters' dicks in their demonic forms, someday...)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Practically zero. He is absolutely not exciting until it is you. The same person who can stand watching the sexiest porn he likes or something like that and not get aroused. But when is it you? He's already hard as a rock.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn't need sleep after sex as he doesn't get too tired, but will sleep with you if it's night or you ask. Usually he falls asleep immediately after you finish cleaning and he is on your chest, but he pretends and waits for you to fall asleep, and then falls asleep himself, making sure that everything is in order.

[softpascalito]

Here cums Santa Claus - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Jackson needs a Santa Claus - and Joel is the perfect fit. Getting to have you on his lap is just a bonus.

aka

The one where Joel is dressed up as Santa Claus and you get to ride him.

Relationships: Joel Miller x F!Reader WC: 1800 Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Christmas Smut, Penis In Vagina Sex, Unsafe Sex, Established Relationship, Costumes, Lap Sex, Riding, Rough Sex, Creampie, Female Reader, No use of y/n, Alcohol (one glass of whiskey), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Miller as Santa Claus, Age Difference (not specified) Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: pun intended. this is smut. beware.

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“Is that all of them?”

You try to keep yourself from giggling as you take in the grumpy face of the man beside you. It's half hidden by the fluffy, white fake-beard that's already starting to come off at the edges. His salt-and-pepper hair is hidden by a white and red Christmas hat, matching the rest of his Santa Claus Outfit. It's a little improvised, put together from what you could find in the small clothing selection that Jackson uses to make sure there's enough to go around.

You're still not quite sure how you managed to talk him into this: Dressing up and letting each and every kid in Jackson climb onto the chair and tell him their wishes. The first time he stepped out of his room after changing, you could barely hold it together, the way he looked like the most  miserable Santa Claus you've ever seen, pouting even under his fake beard.

But when the first child comes in and practically storms into his arms, you see the way he changes, a version of him you've rarely been witness to before. He's amazing with the kids, even maneuvering around the more difficult wishes with a smile and a joke that makes them laugh.

Now that you're alone, a small groan leaves Joel's mouth as he gets up, glaring at you and one hand reaches out to pull you a little closer, the green skirt that comes with your own Christmas Elf outfit giving him a way to steer your body towards him. When you're flush against him, his gloved hand gently squeezes your thigh, inching upwards.

“You're supposed to be Santa Claus, not some pervy old man touching his elves,” you mutter as you take in his gaze that has somehow shifted to one a lot more mischievous than it was a minute ago.

“Santa is a hard-working man. I'm sure he is allowed some fun once the kids are gone,” Joel smirks, a low grumble vibrating in his throat as he gives your thigh another squeeze before letting go.

You can practically feel Joel staring at your legs as you hurry back to your house, the red tights under your skirt doing almost nothing to protect you from the cold.

Joel grunts as he kicks off his snowy boots and makes a beeline for the whiskey, sinking into his favorite armchair by the fireplace as he pours himself a glass.

“You want a drink?” He calls through the house and smiles to himself when yell back, “Dying to have one.”

Joel's smile widens a little more when you reappear in the doorway a moment later, carrying a small plate with cookies and placing them on the small table in front of him, muttering “Maybe this stupid outfit has its upsides.”

He hands you your whiskey and you let your glass linger in the air for a few seconds, gently toasting with Joel before you take a few sips.

You're more than aware that the gaze Joel had earlier is back and he shamelessly lets his eyes roam over your body, taking in the way the outfit frames your curves just perfectly. He will never be caught saying it out loud but seeing what you'd wear as his helper if he were to agree to be Santa- it affected his decision more than a little bit.

“They were all really happy, you know? The kids,” you say gently, reaching for a cookie and eating it in one bite.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know,” Joel mumbles, softening a bit. It brought back memories of Christmas before the Outbreak for him as well. His gaze is still on you when he nudges your knee a little, “You didn't get your turn.”

A blush creeps up your cheeks, immediately catching up on what he is asking for, “I may be a littler younger than you but I'm not a child anymore.” Joel chuckles softly, taking another sip from his whiskey as he watches you, waiting.

His legs are slightly spread, his broad thighs catching your gaze and with a small sigh you give in, lowering yourself onto his left leg, “Fine.”

“Now, what would you like for Christmas?” Joel asks, his deep voice lower than it was before. You're still naive enough to think that that's all he's trying to do, possibly coax out some wish that he can fulfill for you. It's absolutely not what he’s trying to do.

“Let’s see- a new dress would be nice. Or some coffee,” you answer truthfully and Joel nods. His gaze is focused on his whiskey, the way he balances it on one and you on the other leg, “Anything else?”

You shake your head no as he puts his glass away and reaches for you instead, hand sneaking up your thigh like it had done earlier. A small breath of surprise leaves your throat as you feel his fingers inching over your skin, painfully slowly traveling into the direction of your core.

“And you've been a good girl this year, hm?” He mutters. You open your mouth to reply- when the tips of his fingers finally reach your crotch and despite the tights you're wearing being non-see-through, he knows your body well enough to find your favorite spot instantly. His finger flies over it, teasing you with a gentle, calculated touch and whatever answer you would've given turns into a whiny moan instead.

Joel smirks a little as he sees your body reacting and he uses his free hand to grope your breast, the thin fabric of your costume leaving practically nothing to the imagination.

Your own hands begin wandering as well, cupping his face before you realize he's still wearing that stupid fake beard. A little rougher than you intend, you rip it off. Joel doesn't mind. It only stings for a moment- until your lips are on his, pressing your tongue against his lips eagerly.

“Fuck, Joel-” you whisper when you come up for air, already out of breath. He just grunts slightly, the smirk returning to his face.

“Think you can be a good girl for me now?” He mumbles, focused on twisting your nipples through your shirt and you whimper, nodding at his question.

Maybe you’d make it to the bedroom for once, if you both weren’t so fucking impatient.

Joel is hard in his pants, the erection creating a more than visible bulge on the velvety, red fabric and you massage him gently, fingers ghosting over his cock as you clench down on nothing at the thought of having him fill you up.

The hand on your breast leaves to join the other one between your thighs and in one swift motion, Joel rips your tights apart, growling like an animal as he is met with the sight of your already dripping cunt.

“You're so wet already, darlin’,” he praises, sliding one finger through your folds, “Fucking killed me to see you in that skirt and not be able to do anything about it.”

Your hands almost automatically fly to his belt, your body already shaking with the need to feel him inside of you, to have him as close as he possibly can. Joel pushes his pants down with one hand, just far enough for him to pull his cock out.

He's already fully hard, an indication that he wasn't lying about the way he felt about your skirt. It only makes you more eager.

“Can I ride you?” You ask breathlessly, running your finger down his veiny cock and gently cupping his balls below.

“Fuck, you have to ask?” Joel mutters, chuckling a little at that. He helps you change your position so that you’re hovering above him, his hands placed firmly on your hips for support.

You both groan in unison as you lower yourself onto him, his dick sliding into you with little resistance. It's perfect. You can feel the way his skin brushes against yours inside of you, pushing itself further inside until you're fully seated.

“Taking me so well, darlin’,” Joel whispers, running his hands up and down your sides as he waits for you to adjust to the intrusion. It's a lot, he knows that much, but you've reassured him time and time again that it's the good kind of a lot.

His lips find your throat, nibbling softly on the skin he can reach, occasionally sucking on it and eliciting a few sharp gasps from you. You both simultaneously begin to move, finding a shared rhythm. You bouncing up and down while he moves below you, pistoning himself further into your depths.

“ ‘tis all I need for Christmas,” he breathes, pulling you down onto him with a little more force. “Just need this sweet pussy around my cock, squeezing me so goddamn tight-”

He knows you're already close by the way your muscles are becoming more tense with each thrust, the pleasure that's building in your stomach physically mirrored in them. There's a small sting on the back of his head as you carelessly push his Christmas hat off to bury your fingers in his hair and pull on it, matching his pace.

“Fuck, feels like it’s already Christmas-” You agree, your voice shaking with the way he’s fucking into you. Joel licks a stripe up your neck, “Gonna be a good girl now and come for me?”

Your answer turns into a drawn-out moan as you feel Joel hitting your cervix and a few moments later, you're clenching down on him like your life depends on it, muscles seemingly drawing his cock in further and further.

It feels delicious, the way your body so clearly wants him, wants the one thing that he can give you and Joel fucks you through your orgasm as he too feels himself tipping over the edge. Your walls are painted with ropes of white cum as he finishes inside of you, his arms wrapping themselves around your body to pull you in closer.

His head is buried in your chest as you both slowly come down from your high, your fingers and nose in his hair. He feels the way your breath goes fast on his skin, sighing softly, so content with the way you are so impossibly entangled.

“I love you.”

It's quiet, so quiet that you almost don't hear him. The pleasure that was in your stomach a few moments ago appears again, this time in your chest. You pull Joel a little closer, feeling him soften inside of you as you place a gentle kiss on his head.

“I love you too.”

notes: if you liked this, please consider leaving a little comment or reblogging, it makes me grin just like joel <3

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "Your love life situation now"

take a breath and choose the photo or number that calls you the most to read about your current love situation (self, platonic, romantic), what you may need to do or how you can deal with it to make it better, make it evolve or change. reminder I don't read the energy of crushes you are not at least slightly in contact with.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one pile, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

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pile 1

I think you are the pile already in a relationship or something of that type: even if it's not official/labeled, it's like it is (or will be soon, yay you!). For some of you things may go well at this time (especially if you're in a knowing each other-stage/first dates) but for others, there may be difficult times (which is okay in every relationship, it happens for things to go "bad" here and there). The message here is to remind yourself of why you got together, and that you can always talk about your feelings, without the fear of being judged or abandoned (as it probably happened in your past relationships, please be aware of your triggers and fears). Some of you are probably over-stressing on something that is not that big as your fears and triggers want you to believe. A direct calm open communication with your partner could help you solve it all and find your way back to happiness and stability. The choice is yours ofc. I think you need to learn that you can overcome obstacles with your partner, the moment you know you're both being open, true and you can trust and respect each other for the people you are. Nurture yourself as different people but together, nurture your relationship and talk about your needs, both yours and theirs. You don't have to be the only one carrying the weight of the connection and the emotional stress of it.

And if it's your situation, I want to remind you that stressing over what someone else may think of you and each of their reactions over you (either if you're together but even more if you don't know where you stand despite the signs -for a few) won't change anything but just bring more confusion to you. You cannot control them nor their emotions or what they think of you, you cannot really understand every move cause you may be analyzing them through your eyes, your life experience and your triggers, and that won't bring you any objective real answer. You can control what you make mean about you every and each of their behaviours and words (these don't change your worth or deservance); and you can only control yourself and how you behave and think. Without a real honest conversation, it's hard to really read someone else's mind, especially if it's someone we see through the eyes of love, need and fear (of losing/hurting us) too. BTW you don't have to be the first one hurting them if you fear being hurt by them. You can still talk about it: it could just be an exaggeration of your mind feeling unsafe in a new situation (or in the revival of an old similar one).

song: you give love a bad name | bon jovi

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pile 2

Slightly different from pile 1, you may be in a situationship that's not so defined yet or there may be someone interested in you (and you in them) and you may be more or less in contact with them already... somehow. Or you have been in the past (not exes tbh, more like an old acquaintance or "friend").

There's some kind of test going on, maybe not for everyone but for some of you: it's to see if you're ready to let love in for real (for some it could be the first love/crush and may have fears related to their vulnerability and openness, may have some walls around their heart). You may be experiencing confusion in your situation, and try to find a balance within but it's not so easy ofc. You're called to ground yourself and remember that you can stay in control only of your own life (same message I got for pile 1 in the last paragraph) and that you shouldn't change yourself to please anyone, especially someone you're supposed to fall in love with. Masks in love are never useful, they won't help you grow, they'll just make things and *your* life more complicated. Even knowing in details about this person's feelings for you (which you may be stressing on the most and that's also pretty normal/common) won't make it any different: this is your need to know that things will go well before taking a move, to calm your mind and anxiety. But we cannot control others and we cannot always know it all beforehands: at times we just have to wait, try our best and see. To take a risk: even if it won't go well this time, we'll survive and we'll have made a nice experience. Someone not liking you as you'd like to, doesn't mean you're not worthy or you need to change yourself for them: it just means you're not good for that person (and very likely vice versa). Stay true to who you are. Ofc I'm not telling you to go ahead and confess your love out of the blue. What I'm saying is: take your time. Rushing for an answer or for a result, takes away the joy of knowing the other and experiencing other situations with them. It takes you away from the present life, which is what you're here to live. Don't stress over the future, enjoy your now. Live it well and fully. Focus on learning about the other and falling in love moment after moment. Let them fall for you too (some may need a bit more time and effort, some may fall for us first and we need more time and effort to realize our feelings -especially if we don't get the usual "butterflies in the stomach", which may happen too). Whatever it will be in the future, it'll never be time wasted.

Anyway, change in sight in love. BUT please, do let things take their time. Never rush them. Accompany your person and yourself in this path of knowing each other and enjoying each other company first. Or find ways to communicate a bit more, without stressing too much about saying the wrong thing: just be you. I think for a bunch of you, there's someone that will come in your life just for you, but you may end up being in contact with someone else before, again to kinda test you and see where you at in your healing about love (if applies), or to give you another pov/experience in love matters/to make you ready for them.

BTW: what is love for you? (and don't answer "baby don't hurt me don't hurt me no more" please lol)

song: 21 questions | 50 cent, nate dogg

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pile 3

You may be single ("and ready to mingle") and pretty lonely atm. You may have friends around you ofc (or you may be searching for them and not romantic love), but none is a *possible* love interest. I think you're not seeing what is going on around you, and possibly you're not even supposed to. TBH, this pile could also be about self love.

Now, if you are searching for romantic or platonic love, something is being prepared. And it may happen quite suddenly as well. Maybe you don't expect that cause you've been alone for a while, but you know, things can change at any given minute, especially if you too have changed/worked on yourself. "Let yourself be surprised, get ready". It seems you will receive a long awaited gift, maybe also in a quite sudden and weird way too, like through a new endeavour or idea or an invitation somewhere, and you deciding to give it a try even if it's something you generally wouldn't have done. So yeah, it will happen when and how you least expect it. Try to stay calm and enjoy the process, focus on you, remember you can afford anything, even new things and uncomfortable unknown situations (you may be a bit rusty when it comes to making friends/knowing people). You're stronger than you can imagine. This is something that is going to heal you on different levels, especially your inner child (maybe you'll learn to receive your desires again). You can really write your story here, just let Universe surprise you. To get there, try to not let worries sabotage you: start by slowly getting to know you and your fears, what you need and desire in love/friendship. Be open about your real needs: do not downplay them or deem them as too much. Maybe journal/write them down. How should your partner be and behave with you? Try to envision their character/traits and, try also to be objective by acknowledging also their own needs and possible boundaries. What could you compromise on and what not? Be the first one giving to yourself, acknowledging your needs and respecting/loving yourself. By entering this energy, you'll attract people that will balance it too and help you heal (and vice versa).

For those that may have been dealing with a break up or some love-related trauma and now may need to heal themselves: take your time to heal and grieve on what has been. Process your feelings with no fear, and allow to give yourself closure on this situation by letting it all out (move, journal...). Take yourself on a date, know and love your self again. Meet your needs, be nice and respect your own pace. Talk with others, and just go slow. However you are feeling, it's valid. This is a reminder that someone will come in your life just to stay and love you as you deserve, but first you need to be ready for them and don't let the triggers and unmet needs this relationship left inside of you, ruin that beautiful bond. Close with all that pain, get back to yourself. "And let yourself be surprised".

song: promise | ciara

[drdemonprince]

hey, so this is super random and I’m not sure if you have thought about this but figured I’d ask: (came to my mind after reading your story in *unmasking* about intervening in street harassment)

I’m audhd and it really affects my sensory processing, social/ situational awareness etc since it’s hard for me to discern which stimuli are important in any given situation. I’m also realizing that I never really feel unsafe as a single woman in a dense city environment, even when my friends feel unsafe. Makes it hard to trust my own intuition about that kinda stuff since everyone I know apart from myself has that experience.

Question is, do you happen to have any info/ best practices about situational awareness and judging the danger of potentially sketchy situations? Walking around the city at night, creepy rural gas station, online hookup, greyhound bus alone etc.

Everything online says “trust your intuition” but my intuition always says “ehh it’ll be fine” lol.

The truth is, it usually WILL be fine. Most people's *~magical crime and danger intuition~* is a combination of true crime slop, inaccurate media coverage of the crime rate inflating their anxieties, and classism and racism. The vast majority of crimes are not committed by random strangers lurking in the dark, but between individuals who know one another and in circumstances that are at least somewhat explicable, and so you do not need magic empath powers to determine if you will be safe somewhere or not.

The way you keep relatively safe is by informing yourself of the facts, not the hype -- look up the actual crime statistics for your area, for example, though be highly skeptical of them. These figures are collected by the police state and we cannot trust them to define what safety or unsafety even IS, as they are the source of the danger for the majority of us. What they classify as crime and where they bother to enforce crime is highly skewed, and itself can create massive misapprehensions. So make sure to also speak with people in the communities you are visiting about what happens to them and the general vibe. Also spend a lot of time out in your community yourself, observing things, talking to people, hanging out, maybe volunteering, and learning the lay of the land. You'll have more people around to help you if you ever need it, and you'll find more occasions where your help is needed, too!

Follow some basic, common sense advice to avoid making oneself especially vulnerable, but don't over-isolate yourself. Things like keeping one earbud out of your ear when walking home alone at night and not keeping a purse open on the train are always sensible maneuvers; carrying pepper spray or a gun that will more likely be used to harm you is not. Learn how to de-escalate people if you don't already know -- acting calm, making your posture non-threatening but confident, moving slowly and predictably, avoiding provocative eye contact, changing the subject of conversation, engaging a victim of harassment and pretending to know them in order to drag them away from a bad situation, etc. These things will be helpful to you if a situation arises, and the more prepared you feel, the less anxious you ever have to be.

Honestly, moving through the world with a "this feels fine / seems fine" energy is ITSELF massively protective. I have ALWAYS walked around alone at night, even when I was a small 18 year old "girl," including in areas where the majority of women of my then-demographic would have not felt "safe" going out on their own. By and large, I was completely fine. People really don't want to mess with you if you seem like you have a handle on your shit and are not afraid of them.

The worst that ever happened to me was a guy grabbing my tit -- in broad daylight on a sunday on a train packed full of people. It really couldn't have been avoided. And a guy flashing me -- again in midday in a family oriented neighborhood many would deem safe. I survived these things, and I defended myself by getting aggressive with the guys who did them, and physically attacking them, which scared them off. I'm glad I did what I did, and I'm glad I wasn't so intimidated by the possibility of scary stranger danger that I kept myself sequestered away.

The few other times anyone made me uncomfortable, it was things like leering comments or walking alongside me for a block, hitting on me (sometimes, yes, late at night), but because I was able to be assertive, unbothered, and stand my ground, the guys always gave up or were scared off (by me). And this reaction from me is one I largely credit to having no instinctual "stranger danger" crime intuition of the sort most white women are conditioned to have.

In short, I think your instincts might be more accurate to reality than your friends' are. It's good to look around and pay attention to things, to learn to recognize patterns, to study one's area, to speak to people in your community and know what's going on, and to prepare oneself for hard situations, which WILL happen to you sometimes no matter what you do. but the world is rarely as scary as it's made out to be.

[ohwaitimthewriter]

Listen. Noa w/ a human, mate or friend, that's scared of the dark

Bad: Scared. He doesn't ever want them to be scared, or feel unsafe. He'd beat up the concept of darkness if he could. They can't see in the dark so they might end up stumbling over stuff or injuring themselves in other ways

Good: They cling to him while they sleep. They hold his hand in dark areas. They're doing it scared (he's proud of them)

Omg I love!! I might write something about it if you guys want to but in the meantime:

Just think about the first time it happened, Noa would be so confused because you manage to hide it quite well (by never staying late at the communal bonfire or always coming back to the village when out at the right time before dark) and I think he would even be on alert himself because why are you scared? Why are you clinging on to him like this? You might have seen a predator or something that could threaten both of your lives!

And you are SHAKING omg and you curl up on yourself a little bit and 😭 Bet Noa would wrap you in his arms and he would tighten his grip on you to stop your shaking, resting his head above yours and WHY NOT CRADLING YOU OMG I HAVE THOUGHTS, he’d be so soft with you and even if your fingers are gripping at his fur so tightly he can feel your nails digging into his skin, he will lead you out of the forest and if you can’t walk, he’d carry you either on his back or in his arms, drawing some soothing patterns on your arm around his neck or wherever his hand is holding you (might be your back or the side of your ribcage if you’re in his arms). The warmth of his hand would keep you grounded and I can easily picture him not using words to try to calm you down because he doesn’t really understand why you’re so scared of the dark but if Noa doesn’t trust his voice, he trusts his actions, he knows his body can and will support you! So lean on him, hold him tight, even hide your face in his fur if needed, he will be here for you!

Also, you’ll end up with a trail of torches from the communal bonfire to your hut (if you’re friend) or to your shared nest (if you’re mated) to light up your way at night and you’ll ALWAYS find a fire in your hut/nest to welcome you, Noa is making sure of that!

[dearsnow]

SEDATED

- you and your hookup buddy are looking for vastly different things in life. or, in which you discover that love can be a drug. (natasha “phoenix” trace x fem!reader, angst, alexa play casual by chappell roan & sedated by hozier ⚠️ SEX IS A PROMINENT THEME although it’s not a full explicit smut. 18+ only please)

word count: 1,221

a/n - wowww ok so this might be ooc but whatever, if it’s based on a hozier song it really can’t be that bad 🎉 and this is also my first explicitly 18+ story 💖 minors look away. idk if i’ll ever write actual smut because i would get embarrassed and it’s awkward but you never know <3

You’re her escape. When Natasha presses her lips to the column of your neck, your hands carding through her loose hair, it’s like nothing else in the world matters. She can pull you close, feeling your heartbeat against her own as her hand slips down underneath your panties. She can shiver under the heat of your quickening breath. She can pull sounds from your lips that no one else has ever managed to. The best part is that when you’re a mess underneath her, she can’t think of anything but you.

She has a lot to distract herself from, currently. Every training session pushes her harder and every additional deployment seems to become longer and tougher. Everything in her screams bloody murder when she stops to think about the work she’s doing and the lives that are at risk. It certainly doesn’t help that her father just passed away, right before she met you.

When she saw you in that bar, with your dress just short enough to get her riled up and heels just high enough to make you look unbearably sexy, she knew she needed to get in your pants. Unfortunately for you, your pants were the only thing she wanted. You were just what she needed to distract herself.

Natasha walked up to you as you were ordering a drink from the woman behind the counter, who you later learned was named Penny. She nodded to Penny and purred, “Put that on my tab.”

You turned around, eyebrows slightly furrowed in a way that made Natasha’s pulse pump faster. “Hello.” You weren’t mad that this gorgeous woman had just forcibly paid for your drink, but you were more wondering why.

“Hey.” She pulled a stool close to you and sat down, her thigh sliding between the gap in your own. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing all alone?” Ah, flirting.

The line was cheesy and the both of you knew it, but it didn’t stop a broad smile from working its way up your face. “Waiting for another beautiful woman to sit down next to me. Now that you’re here, I think that goal has been checked off.”

You fell head over heels that night.

When she’s taking you apart with her mouth, fingers, anything, your heart stutters her name. She’s so giving, like her entire goal is to make your legs shake so badly she’ll have to carry you to the bathroom. The few times she’s allowed you to touch her, feel her, kiss her, and press your own fingers into her warmth, you feel like this is what you want to do for the rest of your life.

Natasha is gorgeous and fiery and bold, but never once has she made you feel unsafe. It’s like she’s completely in tune with everything that makes you tick— everything that you so hopelessly need.

Despite this, despite how desperately you want her to stay, she always leaves. It’s a ritual at this point; you have sex, she kisses you on the forehead, she dresses and uses the bathroom, and then walks out the door without so much as a glance backwards. You feel yourself breaking every single time.

“Natasha,” you whisper, pulling your bedsheets up to cover your exposed chest, “can you stay? Please, just this once.”

She turns around, already clothed. The look in her eyes is hard, like bedrock that hasn’t been dug up. Your gaze is sad in comparison. “I can’t.”

The lights in your room are dim. They soften her features, and as you reach to pull a shirt over your head, you almost believe that her expression may turn sweet yet. Almost.

“Why not?” You question. God, she thinks, you’re making this so hard. She can’t stay. If she stays, she won’t be able to come back again. Don’t you understand that? If she forms one more connection, one more goddamn person that she cares about, she thinks she might shatter.

She watches you pull up a pair of shorts, too, over your new, clean underwear. “Because I can’t. It’s better if we never cross that line, okay? We can fuck, but anything more than that just won’t work out.”

“And why is that, Nat? Do you just not like me enough to have a real relationship?” She can hear the challenge in your voice.

“Don’t call me that.” She states, opening your bedroom door with the intention to leave. “I can’t do anything serious.”

There’s anger pooling in your stomach. You understand not wanting a relationship, trust me, you do. But her tone is taut with curtness, like she doesn’t want to waste words on you. Like she never viewed you as a person, just a warm body. “And I can’t do what we’ve been doing anymore. I want you, Natasha, and if we’re just going to fuck around without ever finding out, I’m done.”

“Then we’re done.” She says simply. You feel something inside of you snap.

“Why is it that you just want me to play with? I thought there was at least some sense of care. I’m… I’m not going to stop you, but I need a reason.”

She sighs, turning around to face you. It’s night outside, far past the hour that anyone should be driving. Far past the hour that people should leave by. “You, this, what we’ve been doing sedates shit. Sex sedates shit. It’s an escape, alright? If I start actually liking you, that distraction is gone, and I’ll have to go back to square one.” She spits. There’s a certain vulnerability in her expression, one you never noticed before. “I really need that escape right now.”

Her last sentence is quiet, almost whispered. You reach out to touch her, and she flinches away. “Is the stability of a relationship not enough of an escape?”

She shakes her head, tight-lipped.

“I just wish you had told me sooner.” You falter.

She crosses your house with ease, pausing just long enough to hear your words and reply. “If I had, would you still have fucked me?”

It hurts. It hurts so bad you think if your legs had been any weaker, they would have given out from the sheer weight of her words. She never liked you, never wanted you. It all but presses you into the floor. You reach around her to unlock your front door, eyes brimming with tears. “No.”

She hesitates before stepping out. “Then I’m glad we had fun while we could. You’ll find what you want someday.”

“I wanted it to be you.” You’re crying now, and she looks at you like you’re a puppy with footprints on its haunches. It’s pity, pure pity. She gives you one last kiss on the cheek.

“I never did.”

With that, she steps out into the night, and you watch her go. When she gets into her car and drives away, you close your door with your back and slide down its wood paneling.

Sobs wrack your body as you bring your knees up to your chest. She was what you looked forward to in the mornings, and you were what she looked forward to in the dead of night. For once, you yourself feel like you might need some sedation.

It’s too bad that your only shot at it just walked away.

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In the spirit of me fucking up my knee, could I request a short thing of Keqing/HSR Bronya princess carrying an injured reader?

~Teeth

(Also heya how’s it going?)

Hello, Teeth!! It's been a while! A lot has happened. Normally I'd say that I hope you've been doing well, but the fucked up knee speaks for itself. Not sure how you hurt your knee exactly or how bad it is, so I apologize if anything written here is medically unsafe/incorrect!

Keqing would go full asian mom style. She'd scold you for being careless, saying things like "I told you to be careful!" and to "stop being so reckless!" while dressing your injury. Her words sting, but you can tell that she cares with how careful she's being with you. Also, she insists on carrying you the same way a few days even after you've recovered. Acts strict, but you can get away with a lot more with her during the time that you're recovering. She'll even let you use her lap as a pillow.

"Ow!" You hiss in pain as Keqing tightens the makeshift bandage around your knee. She glares up at you, eyes full of disappointment and irritation, yet also with a hint of worry that only you could discern. "Well, maybe if someone wasn't being such an idiot..."

"Still, be more gentle! You're dealing with an injured person here, y'know?" You complain, and the other woman rolls her eyes in response. "I'm sure it isn't as bad as you make it out to be if you still have the energy to whine."

Suddenly, Keqing stands up and lifts you into her arms with ease, carrying you bridal style as she starts walking. You yelp in surprise. "What are you-"

"Taking a certain idiot to the infirmary." You sort of just stare at her awestruck because she's rarely so... gentle? It's hard to find the right words to describe it, but you're sure this kind of opportunity is rare.

"What, you think I'd let you walk around with an injured knee?"

"Honestly, yeah, a little bit." As soon as you said those words without thinking, you were sure she'd put you down out of annoyance and tell you that you're free to go to the infirmary yourself, but she only stays silent.

"Whatever. Just... don't worry me again like that, okay?"

Bronya... would definitely overreact. There's no other way to word it. Her expression would be akin to a wounded puppy. She'll have all of the best doctors in Belobog taking care of you and the most luxurious bed for you to lay on even if your injury isn't that bad. Qlipoth bless her soul if the doctors even mention the possibility of your injury permanently impairing you, because she is most definitely going into cardiac arrest. After you recover, she makes it a point to ensure every place in Belobog is accessible to people who can't walk.

Although Bronya works as the Supreme Guardian, she's spent most of her life on the battlefield and she's learned many useful techniques from her experience. One of them is basic medical care.

She's not a professional, but her know-how has saved a few comrades' lives. Still, Bronya most certainly didn't expect that she'd have to use this skill of hers on you of all people.

"Bronya... I'm okay now. Really." You say; an attempt to console the very obviously distressed woman in front of you. With how much she's frowning, anyone that saw her would think that she was the one with an injury.

"No." Bronya responds, and honestly, this is the first time you've heard her so... stern. She knows that you aren't lying, but she sure as hell isn't risking your wound getting worse. "We need to get you to a doctor."

On second thought, it's too dangerous to move you around; it'd be better to have a doctor come here themselves. Still, the nearest doctor is much too far away, so Bronya decides to carry you there instead.

As soon as she picks you up, her mind races with a million thoughts all at once. What if it leaves a scar? What if you aren't able to walk normally again? Aeons forbid, what if you won't be able to walk at all? However dramatic, just the thought has her heart sinking.

She senses your unease and takes a deep breath, pressing a small kiss to your forehead. Perhaps her emotions have gotten the better of her. "I'm sorry, my love. You know how I worry for you." She smiles reassuringly. Whether she's trying to reassure you or herself, you don't know.