#it was a bit tough to fill out the entire list

[wolfierot]

❝ 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 ❞

thinking about pussydrunk ceo!natasha. she’s your boss, for fuck sake she’s the one who made the mistake of hiring someone she was attracted to. it’s obvious from the moment the two of you lay eyes on each other, there’s something bubbling beneath you two. she’s always been the assertive type, but that’s what happens when you run things. you have to make the right decisions, the tough calls, fire the ones that just don’t make the cut. you’d been on her chopping block, a long list of layoffs to be made and yours in bold, along with the others but the overly stubborn, red-haired, business woman couldn’t stick to the guns she’d been given.

not like the many men who worked under, all of this, her company that she started, every single effort was made by her. five years of missing holidays, her best friend’s birthday, the big moments she wished she could be a part of being the people she did have in her life was the only family she knew, until her company found it’s footing.

yet, when it comes to firing you, she can’t do it.

the entire staff at the annual ski trip, snowed in the lodge rented out for all personnel yet here she was tearing you apart body from soul, her nimble fingers thrusting in your warm and inviting cunt. what she said last time, would be the last but it was a bold, blatant lie — the both of you knew, accepting her words for what it was, a person yearning to achieve the moral and just action but never quite achieving it. natasha romanoff has traded with the devil, atoning for her sins at a later moment, firmly finding fallen grace as she lapped and fucked your slick in and out of you.

both of your bodies slippery wet, her toned and firm muscles in her forearms hard at work as the pearly white tile in the shower gave her knees a slight bruise, not that she really minds. a temporary marking on her body, tortuous as it reminds her of the one thing she hates to admit to herself….she’s too weak to give up these moments with you. she wears she sees god and all the constellations placed in the midnight sky when you cum for her.

you’re holding back, that much is clear, your grip on her hair tightens, pulling at the wet strands as the waterfalls on her perfect ass, the one you love so intensely. last night, she let you fuck her for the first time in this nine month arrangement, it’s more than you had bargained for, but fuck hearing her sing for you. delicious chants of your name spilling from her perfectly plump, heart shaped lips as you plowed her like she was a farmer’s daughter, your strap flirting with her cervix as she sunk into the bed. she took every bit of it, demanding for more and you weren’t one to argue, not when slight murmurs of mommy fell from her sinful tongue.

“this is what you wanted, right?” with greed in her eyes, she sucks your clit in your mouth, suckling on the bundle of nerves. practically living in her mouth, she spells her name out with her tongue, her fingers at a rapid pace as you grind against her face.

“nat—” involuntarily, you whine. your natural brat behavior comes boiling to the surface. her blunt fingernails claw at your abdomen as her hips grind against the hair. the louder you get the more needs she becomes for release.

at the very least, she needs to bring you to one. deep in her bones, natasha’s sure she needs your cum painting her face like you were made to do.

“that’s daddy to you, fucking brat.” she slips a third finger into your weeping cunt, your tits bounce as you ride erratically, pretending it was the nine inch strap, the baby blue plastic cock that fades into pink, filling you up.

“daddy, thought you said you didn’t want this pussy again?” natasha almost doesn’t catch it, to pussy sucking your slit back in her mouth when she’s not barking orders at you. it’s what you fucking deserve, her cruelty, fondling her breasts in the kitchen when anyone one of her employees could have walked in. devastatingly, there wasn’t one plea to stop you. she let you touch her, slowly unbutton the white crispy button up as you sucked on her nipple, your teeth grazing the sensitive pierced flesh, tongue circling the pebbled bud before moving on to the next. intentionally, your free hand squeezing the one not being used. there was nothing in the world you love less than her tits.

for just a moment, you thought about how full they must have been when she had her daughter, lactating onto her shirt. fuck, you’d suck every last drop if she would have let you, but back then you were just some bright-eyed assistant pining after a married woman. now, you’re getting fucked by her, post separation from her wife. the woman whose lack of sex drive killed their relationship, along with the cheating natasha later found out about, so she did the one thing that knew would piss off her now ex-wife.

fucked the assistant she always knew that pissed her off to no end.

was it really your fault? secretly, she took pride in blaming you for the situation at hand. you had the perfect tits, the supple ass she could spend hours fucking her tongue with, the pussy she would fuck into your folds were puffy and whiny, the clit she would rub and pinch until she saw those pretty eyes roll back. as if it were fate in the stars, or just the fact she loves fucking you, natasha would make it happen more often than not.

she told herself it would just be a one time thing but then she tasted your pussy, sending her into an insatiable frenzy. the first time she heard you moan, hands gripping her desk tightly as she spanked your ass with every thrust of her hips, her cock hitting you with such a brute force, you didn’t even know it was capable. natasha didn’t even know she liked being called daddy until she heard it from you, now she needs it like a fucking fix. if she doesn’t get it, she become irritable, yelling at any and every staff member, hounding them to send you to the office to your office, m’gonna to ream her fucking ass, but little did anyone else know she meant it in a literal sense.

“mhm, i think someone is ready to be good for daddy. so fucking close, aren’t you slut? c’mon yeah? think you can be extra good and cum on my tits? i’ll let you clean it up with your tongue, yeah?” her sinful, deprived, fucking hot words make your body slump against the shower door, your pussy squirting instantaneously as she purposely buts a bounce to her movements, perfect breasts taunting you as she nudges your puckered hole with her pinky, rimming some of your slick with it.

natasha peaks up through her eyelashes, hooded eyes drunk on the sweet taste of your cunt, watching as you crumble into yourself. your hips bucking, even convulsing as you paint her face, her throat, and more gloriously even your tits. even more so, you’re thankful the water from the shower head is cascading down her tattooed spine, wanting the privilege of cleaning it up herself.

the older woman is unrelenting as her fingers rub over your clit at a rapid rate, your cunt unwillingly to stop as your cum coats her in it.

“good fucking girl, oh fuck, so good for me. soak daddy’s tits, yeah?” you whimper out her name, another cry of pleasure is released when she fucked your cum back into you. reminding you of just how violently she can make your orgasms be.

quickly you muster as much strength as you come down from your high, pinning her against the glass door, licking and sucking at her full breasts. you spend even more time sucking on them than you did before. pushing them together as you suffocate yourself motor-boating the most perfect pair of tits in the world as natasha moans and slightly giggles as you do so. natasha throws her head against the glass as your skilled tongue flicks over her sensitive nipples, pulling at the barbell, pushing it back and forth as you suck it back into your mouth, releasing with an obnoxious pop before moving to the next.

“m’gonna cum if you don’t stop.” you’re surprised from the confession but you move past it before gently whispering in her ear after you’ve licked every last bit of your cum off of her. “can’t have that now can we? not when i know you’re dying to have my cock inside you, again.”

natasha lets you fuck her on the bed, then against the dresser as she sits on the top holding her knees to her chest as you piston fuck her into another dimension, and when the two of you are finally spent for the night, she wonders why she thought she wanted to get out of this. if she has to pay for your salary herself so be it, the last thing she has on her mind as she falls asleep holding you is if she’s going to fire you.

natasha knows now she never will. 

[nevert-the-guy]

Tagged by @princeoftheroses

I'll tag... @kennylotl @nonjuxtaposed @happilyatomiccomputer @azinareen and @mothsandfoxes , if any of you wanna come in on this.

[cosmic-whispers]

Find Out - Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel overhears a conversation you have with your friends where you admit your feelings for him. When he decides to confront you, he finds you in a rather compromising position. 

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: kind of a creepy, pervy Az (lol, he watches reader touch herself), secondhand embarrassment, SMUT (oral-both, shadow play hehe)

A/N: ngl, writing has been tough lately. I feel like I’m just trying to push words out and it’s taking forever to get anything out. Anyways, this is cute, I guess, but still not sure how I feel about it. This was inspired by a request i got.  I hope you enjoy 6.7k works of Azriel just buffering and being a mess and a little bit of a creep (but we can’t stop loving him). Also, this is nasty. Enjoy!

The light, crisp breeze of the summer evening caressed your cheeks and gently blew your hair back as you made your way down the streets of Velaris. The setting sun set the world alight in golden hues and you cherished the last rays of sun as you made your way home to the Townhouse. 

Nesta, Emorie, and Gwyn had invited you to your first official girls night with them and the excitement had been building since earlier that morning. Having known the Inner Circle for less than two months, you were filled with appreciation at your new friends’ kindness to include you. You had finished their book recommendation and came prepared with an extensive list of notes about the characters, the romance, and the spice. You were promised a fun night full of delicious wine and riveting conversations.

You approached the house, the excitement adding a spring to your step. You were ready to relax and have fun, it had been entirely too long and you had been working entirely too hard. The rustle of flapping wings caught your attention and you turned, watching as Azriel descended from the sky, clad in his leathers and shadows swimming around him. Your heart fluttered in your chest as he landed in front of you, wings spread magnificently behind him and his siphons bathing him in a gentle blue light. 

You smiled at him as he approached you and he offered you a tired grin in return. 

“Hello, Azriel,” you said, looking up at him as he stood before you. “Welcome back.”

“It’s good to be back,” he said. His deep voice and the way his eyes remained on yours made heat rise to your face and you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from admitting just how much you missed him. He had been away for the last two weeks on a mission from Rhysand, and it was too long of a time to go without his kindness and soft smiles. 

He leaned down towards you and pulled you close, his arms wrapping around your waist and giddy excitement spread through you. Your own hands wrapped around his shoulders and he heaved a sigh, burrowing his face into the side of your neck. You knew he could hear the rapid pounding of your heart and were grateful that he didn’t mention it. 

“I missed you,” he mumbled into your neck. His warm breath spread across your skin and you shuddered in his arms, engulfed entirely in him and the scent of cedar and mist. You wished you could stay in his arms forever. 

“I missed you, too,” you admitted. He let go of you, straightening his spine, and took a step away from you. Tendrils of shadows brushed against your bare arms, making you giggle until their master reeled them back in. He began walking with you the rest of the way to the Townhouse. 

“I hope these past two weeks without me have not been too hard on you,” he teased, gently bumping your shoulder. 

“It’s been dreadful. Rhysand and Nesta won’t leave me alone without my favorite shadowsinger there to protect me.”

“I believe I’m the only shadowsinger you know.” He smiled playfully at you, his eyes shining with amusement. You smiled back at him, taking the opportunity to admire just how breathtaking Azriel was when he was relaxed and smiling. 

“You're in a good mood,” you commented. “I take it your mission went well?”

“Yes, surprisingly,” he commented, although he did not elaborate further. 

You decided to press your luck. Curiosity ruled you, and you wondered why Rhysand had you research cult organizations within the continent. You pondered whether that was something that Azriel was sent to handle.  “Why did Rhys send you all the way to Montesere?”

“Careful, I might begin suspecting you're a spy sent to infiltrate Velaris,” he teased, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. If you hadn’t known him as well as you did, the slight flicker of amusement in the corner of his lips may have gone completely unnoticed. 

“Oh, no, you’ve discovered my evil plot. Is the big, bad Spymaster going to take me to his dungeon?”

You teased him, but the sudden image of you chained in his torture chamber, fully nude, and being punished in rather enjoyable ways flashed through your mind and you nearly gasped out loud. 

He leaned down close to your ear and murmured, “keep teasing me, and I just might need to.” His deep, gravelly voice echoed pleasantly in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and adding fuel to the images filtering through your mind. You struggled to formulate a coherent response and gratefulness filled you as you made it to the Townhouse. 

He smirked as he opened the door for you, allowing you to enter the home before following after you. You took two steps before being intercepted by your friend. Nesta was smirking at you as she noticed the Illyrian behind you. Although you had never admitted your feelings to her, Nesta had quickly guessed your infatuation with the bat boy trailing behind you. She had tried encouraging you to pursue him but you had always turned her ideas down knowing that he did not feel the same for you. 

“Welcome back, Azriel,” she said and he nodded at her in thanks. 

“(Y/N),” she said, shifting her attention back to you, “I was going to ask what took you so long, but I think I’ve got a pretty good idea now.” Her gaze shifted back to Azriel and you glared at her. 

“I lost track of time in the city library,” you said, defending yourself against her. 

“Right.” 

Azriel still lingered behind you and Nesta shifted her attention back to him. “She’s mine tonight, Spymaster. Find someone else to spend your time with. It’s her first girl’s night and I won’t let anyone interrupt. We’re going to get her to spill all her dirty secrets!”

“Nesta!” you exclaimed, laughing at your friend’s enthusiasm.

“Good luck, (Y/N),” Azriel said and you glanced back up at him. He winked at you and you felt heat rise to your cheeks and ears. 

“Thanks, I have a strong suspicion that I’ll need it.”

“You’re both being very dramatic. All she needs is some good alcohol in her system,” Nesta said, taking your arm and pulling you away from the Shadowsinger and into the living room. You glanced back at him one last time, catching his honey gaze. Butterflies erupted in your stomach when he smiled at you and you gave him a quick wave, quickly turning your attention to Emorie and Gwyn, who waited for you with excited smiles on their faces. 

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Sleep would not claim Azriel. The time neared midnight and despite the gathering downstairs, the house was quiet. He had bathed, washing the grime off and felt infinitely better. Yet, when he laid down, he found himself wide awake, rushing thoughts infiltrating his mind. Thoughts of you infiltrated his mind full speed. He could not stop thinking about you, and the ache that he felt in his heart every time he saw you. He tried to drown the image of you smiling by concentrating on thoughts of his successful mission and all the useful information he had gathered, but his concentration would wane entirely too quickly back to you. 

He decided on a midnight snack, hoping something sweet and perhaps a boring book would lull him to sleep. He descended the stairs silently, pajama pants hanging lowly on his hips and his bare chest exposed. 

He made his way toward the kitchen, steps as silent as the night, until your sweet laugh stopped him short. 

“Pour her more wine!” he heard Emorie exclaim and the sound of liquid pouring into glass followed. 

“Come on, (Y/N),” Nesta teased. “I already know you have a crush on him. You just have to admit it to all of us.”

His heart stopped in his chest, shock washing over him like ice water. You had feelings for someone? A ripple of anger surged through him as he imagined this unknown, faceless male that had stolen his mate away from him.

He had felt nothing but utter bliss the moment that the bond had snapped for him. You had been working with Rhysand and Amren researching ancient scrolls for a week and he had just returned from a brief stint in the Spring Court. He remembered that summer afternoon, walking into the library in the House of Wind, an unfamiliar scent mixing with the air. He had found you pouring over a massive tome, hair a bit frazzled and an exasperated look on your face. You had looked at him then–the rays of sunshine coming in from the windows making your face gleam. His heart had belonged to you the moment your eyes had met; his admiration for you–his soulmate–quickly turning into love as he got to know you. 

And you had no idea.

He had wanted to tell you, but doubts had quickly clouded his judgement. Initially, he convinced himself that you might not be ready for the level of commitment that the bond often implied. But it quickly turned into self-doubt–how could he confess and force the affliction of having him as your mate on to you? He was not worthy of you. And now he was too late. Now, he would be forced to watch you fall in love with someone else. 

Your giggle broke him out of his thoughts. “If you already know, then why do I need to say it?”

“Because it’s good to confess your feelings instead of keeping them bottled up,” Gwyn said. “Please, (Y/N), you know I have no interest in a romantic relationship right now. I have to live vicariously through you!”

“Fine,” you said, an exasperated sigh escaping you. You paused for a moment, the clinking of the wine glass chiming softly in Azriel’s ear. His shadows were desperate for release, fighting against their master to go to you, but he reeled them in tightly, unwilling to give his position away. 

“You cannot say anything to him. I really like him and I don’t need you three meddling and ruining our friendship.”

“Yes, yes. Now who is it?” Emorie said. 

“Mother above, look at how embarrassed she looks; she is so in love!” Nesta exclaimed and you groaned, but did not deny it. 

Gwyn squealed and Emorie joined her giggling as they drunkenly promised to keep your secrets. 

“Who is it?” Nesta teased. 

Azriel knew it was wrong to eavesdrop. He knew he should leave well enough alone and go back to his room and accept any decision you made as long as you were happy. His heart was already shattered within his chest; anything else he heard would just be salt on the wound. But his feet remained firm in their place, his shadows growing deathly silent around him as he waited for your answer. A fucking masochist is what he was. 

“You already know it’s Azriel.”

He was stunned into a daze for a moment, before warmth began to spread from his chest to the tip of his fingers and he did not even register the corners of his lips rising into a smile. 

“He’s just so kind and sweet and gentle. A little mysterious, but that’s the best part,” you continued, giggling. “He’s made me feel so welcome and he likes spending time with me. I feel like I can be myself around him. It doesn’t hurt that he’s so damn gorgeous. I can barely look at him!”

“I think you should tell him! I see the way he looks at you,” Emorie said. He wanted to hug her. 

“I don’t know. I don’t think he feels the same way and I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you said and he rolled his eyes at you. Silly, little thing. How could you not know that you were the single most important thing in his life? How could you not know how his heart beat for you and only you?

“Well, I think you should put your big girl pants on and tell him,” Nesta said. “Just think about all the fun you’ll get to have!”

An image of you, kneeling ass up in his bed, flashed through his mind and he had to fight the dirty thoughts in his head to be able to focus. 

“Yes!” Emorie exclaimed. “You know that the size of Illyrian wings correlates with their dick size! If we’re just going off his wings, that male is packing.”

The entire group began laughing and unadulterated male pride surged within him. If only they knew how accurate they were. 

“I suppose the wings could be fun,” you said and trailed off.

“But?” Gwyn asked, baiting you into answering and Azriel vowed to get her that book she had been talking about non stop.

You giggled before answering. “But I’ve always wondered what he can do with those little shadows.”

The squeals and laughter grew loud. He heard a chair being pushed back, and quickly drew back up the stairs and into his bedroom without a sound, a smile etched on his face. 

This was not like him. The regularly stoic, unfeeling Spymaster of the Night Court felt giddy. He knew that the bond had not snapped for you yet. You were falling for him entirely on your own and he felt his heart swell with emotion. 

He knew sleep would not come to him that night. While it would usually evade him due to nightmares or too many thoughts, he knew that night would only be filled with the thought of you. You had feelings for him. You fantasized about him. He sat on his balcony, nursing a cup of wine as he looked up at the stars and contemplated the future. He was so damn close to having you. 

Your room was across from his, deliberately chosen by Rhys in an effort to get Azriel to get closer to you. He had heard you enter your chambers within the last hour and had to force his shadows to stay put, although he was finding it harder and harder to contain himself. He debated whether to go to you or not. 

You had feelings for him–had admitted as much out loud. Yet, apprehension still clung to him. Having a crush on him did not mean that you would accept the bond. Accept him. Perhaps you needed more time to solidify your feelings. Or perhaps he was being a coward and should speak with you, before his opportunity fades away from him. 

He stood decidedly and traversed the length of his room with large strides. He crossed the hallway and gently rapped his knuckles against your door before he could second-guess himself. There was no going back. 

He took a deep breath as no sound greeted him. 

He knocked on the door again, to the same answering silence. 

“(Y/N)?” he called out. He slowly pushed the door open, ensuring it was quiet in case you had fallen asleep. Glancing into the room, he found it completely empty. He had not heard you leave and his shadows had not detected you either. A pang of worry worked its way down his spine, before he heard a sound from the adjoining bath room. 

“Mmm.” It was your voice, low and husky and full of pleasure. He froze on the spot, blood rushing to his face and further south and he heard his heartbeat loud in his ears. He was hardly conscious of his legs, moving him closer and closer to the door until he was standing right in front of it. He stared at the dark wood, imagining what sight would greet him if he opened the door. 

You moaned once more and he gasped as the husky scent of your arousal reached his nose. It was making him slightly delirious, and he rested his head against the wooden surface of the door, trying to compose himself. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but realized too late that it had been a mistake. Your heady scent invaded every crevice of his brain and it felt like he was a hormonal teenager again, nothing in his brain except you. He reeled his shadows tight to himself, despite their clear desire to go to you. They angrily buzzed around his body, begging him to release them. His hand made it to the front of his pants, rubbing the throbbing erection through the soft material of his pants. 

It was wrong. It was so wrong. It was a complete invasion of your privacy, but he could not find it within himself to walk away. 

“Yes, Azriel,” you sighed and it stopped the movement of his hand short, the sound of you moaning his name lighting every nerve ending of his body on fire. It’s almost like you were a siren, summoning and enticing him and he took the bait without thought or hesitation. His hand wrapped around the handle of the door and he slowly turned it, pulling it open and making his way silently past the threshold. 

You were enveloped in the giant, ivory tub in the center of the room and faced away from him, not noticing him inside. He stayed where he was near the entrance and observed you. Your head rested back against the rim of the tub, eyes scrunched shut in pleasure, mouth opened as panting breaths escaped you. Your wet skin glistened in the faelight and he was entranced. 

You looked ethereal–like a goddess personified into flesh right before his eyes. He glanced at the mirror that stood in front of you, nearly gasping out loud at the sight of your pert nipples peeking out from the surface of the bath water. Your hand was submerged, arm moving in a quick, controlled movement as you brought pleasure to yourself. 

Gods, you were perfection. Everything about you enthralled him, excited him, and he wanted to own every part of you and for you to own every part of him. He yearned desperately for you. 

Your panting grew rapid, the moans escaping you more frequently now and he knew you were on the verge of your orgasm. His eyes remained glued to the reflection of your face, taking in every detail, every movement, every expression you made as you hit your peak. Your back arched, exposing your full breasts to his desperate gaze and he nearly came in his pants from the sight alone. 

Your body relaxed into the water and you sighed in satisfaction. Your eyes opened lazily as a delighted smile grew on your face. Looking forward, you froze as your gaze met his in the mirror. His breath caught in his chest as you gasped loud, submerging yourself further into the water and turning your body to face him. Shit. 

Your eyes were wide and your heartbeat had increased. He could almost feel the heat burning beneath your skin in embarrassment as you looked at him in shock. He tried to think of something to say, but panic began building inside of him and clouding his mind. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” you screeched.

He was frozen in shame. He should have never invaded your privacy like this. He regretted it. He did not know what possessed him to follow his primal instincts, but he cursed himself as he was unable to speak. 

“Well?” you asked, and he could feel your embarrassment slowly shifting into anger. 

“Do you normally spy on naked females?” Your tone was sharp and your lips were downturned into a frown. He could practically sense your body vibrating with unleashed wrath.

His cheeks burned bright red in embarrassment. He wished to explain himself–that he did not come to you with the intention of catching you in a vulnerable position. He simply wanted to speak with you. Encourage your feelings. But the sight of you…Your upper chest and shoulders were exposed, wet, and glistening in the dim lighting. Your hair was soaked, pushed all the way back and the curve of your neck was exposed to him, taunting his control. Your eyelashes were darkened, making your eyes all the more piercing. He was absolutely enchanted.

Azriel was a clever male. He was quick-witted and smart and knew his way out of most situations. But with you, he found himself absolutely struck dumb. His mind was blank, even as he begged himself to say something. To say anything. 

You were growing impatient. You breathed a sharp sigh through your nose and your frown deepened. Azriel wanted to punch himself when the only thing he could think of was how pretty your mouth was and how desperate he was to have it wrapped around his length. 

“You have about 3 seconds to explain yourself before I completely lose my shit and kill you.”

He knew you couldn’t kill him. It was laughable to even think of you trying. But the anger in your eyes scared him and he feared he would ruin any chance he had with you. He would never jeopardize your friendship, even if after today you decided you would never give him a chance, he needed you in his life. He could not lose you. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, breathless and absolutely captivated. “I didn’t know you were bathing–I came to speak to you. I heard a noise, so I came in and…I’m sorry.” Not the most eloquent, but at least he was able to get the words out, despite his tight throat and heavy breathing. 

“What did you want to speak to me about that was so pressing you had to walk in on me and stay?” you questioned, anger still lingering in your expression, but you weren’t banishing him away.

“I overheard you tell the girls that you have feelings for me.” Your anger shifted into shock for a moment, before turning back into embarrassment. You broke eye contact with him, looking away, eyes panicked and eyebrows scrunched together in worry. He wanted to comfort you, but within seconds, your expression stilled, morphing back into anger and you turned your eyes back to him. 

You glared at him, anger and indignation seeping from you. “Well, if you wanted to turn me down, save it. I never expected anything from you. Now, please leave.”

He wanted to laugh, but knew that you would not take it well. Turn you down? He would be the most foolish male in the whole of Prythian to let you go. 

“How could I ever turn you down when you’re all I ever think about?” You were silent at his confession, and your glare softened. “How could I ever turn you down when I have been in love with you since the second that I met you? How could I ever turn down my mate?” 

You were stunned, eyes widening and you stared at him, unblinkingly. 

“...Your mate?” you said. Your voice sounded small and the vulnerable expression on your face nearly broke his heart. “How long have you known?”

“It snapped for me the day I met you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? You didn’t want it?”

“Of course I want it,” he said and took a step toward you. You didn’t stop him. You stared at him, your beautiful eyes wide and lined with unshed tears. “You’re everything I ever dreamed of and more. I wanted you to feel it on your own time. I didn’t want to pressure you. I know that I come with a lot of baggage and that I don’t deserve your love. And I’m sorry about this. I’ve just dreamt about seeing you like this for so long. I’ve imagined what your skin would feel like, your lips…”.

He knew he was rambling and finally decided to have some self-preservation. “I’m so sorry for invading your privacy, (Y/N). I’ll leave now.”

He turned away in shame, taking a step toward the door before your soft voice stopped him. 

“Find out,” you breathed. His gaze found you again, your eyes softened and a small smile played on your lips.

He grew nervous and he felt his throat tighten. His shadows coiled around him anxiously waiting.“What do you mean?” 

“How my skin feels like, my lips…”

You stood, droplets of bath water sliding down smooth, soft skin. His eyes widened and his breath caught in his chest as he traced a drop down between your breasts, down your navel, and down to the curls between your thighs. You stood bare before him–the most exquisite sight he had ever beheld. Your breath quickened, drawing his attention back to your perfect breasts. He envisioned himself walking up to you, taking a peak into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the supple skin. 

“(Y/N).” He sighed your name, quietly and reverently. His gaze returned to your face, piercing eyes meeting yours and every fiber of his being felt like it was being lit on fire.

He took a step towards you, his hand extending out as if to touch you, but he pulled it back. His shadows and wings were held taught against him, and his body nearly vibrated at having you this close and completely vulnerable before him. You stepped out of the tub and on to the plush rug on the floor and took a step toward him. He stared, afraid to move or even blink, as you approached him and closed the distance between you. This had to be a dream, a vivid fantasy his cruel mind was inventing. But you stood in front of him, real, completely naked and dripping wet and he was painfully hard beneath his pants. 

“Find out,” you murmured, close enough that your warm breath brushed against the skin of his bare chest. Before he was aware of what you had done, your hand wrapped around the back of his neck, bringing him closer and you pressed your lips against his. 

He froze for a moment, shock overtaking him before elation began growing and spreading throughout his being. His arms came up, wrapping around your bare waist and he pulled you closer to him as he began to eagerly kiss you back. He was addicted, your taste and the softness of your lips against his overwhelming his senses. He could not think. All he could smell was you. All he could hear was your breathing and the beating of your heart. All he could feel was the pleasant heat between your lips and the warmth of your skin on his. 

He could not stop his hands from roaming your skin, large hands touching any part of you he could get to, savoring the feeling of you in his arms. His touch reached the plump skin of your ass and he could not help but to give the meaty flesh a squeeze. You moaned, the sound like heaven to his ears, and he took the opportunity to dive his tongue into your mouth. Your arms squeezed him tighter to you, pulling him down to your height. His hands slid to your thighs and he stood up straight, carrying you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

He stepped forward, pressing your back against the floor length mirror on the wall and his lips began to trail the delicate skin of your neck. You sighed, going pliant and melting into his arms. 

“You said my name,” he murmured against you, one of his hands roaming to your front. The feel of your breast in his hand left him nearly breathless. 

“What?” you gasped as he bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder. Fuck, you were delicious. He could not get enough of you. 

“Were you thinking of me while you were touching yourself?” he teased. He pressed his hips against yours and pinched your nipple; your gasp and the slight friction made a shiver run down his spine. Excitement, hope, and love flooded his senses as he finally had you in his arms. 

“You weren’t supposed to see,” you said sheepishly, turning your face away from him in embarrassment. 

He took the opportunity and began kissing down your jaw and neck, the soft gasps escaping you exciting him more. His hands returned to your thighs, hoisting you higher in his embrace and he attached his mouth to your nipple. You were mesmerizing, absolutely beautiful and his heart beat hard in his chest. He could not wait to drown in the silkiness of your skin, the feel of your hands on his body, your kisses, your essence…He was starving for you. 

He licked at your skin, sucking the delicate nub and pinching it between his teeth, your soft sounds encouraging him. Your hands gripped his shoulders, fingernails digging into the skin and he shuddered at the stinging pleasure. 

You moaned as he sucked on your nipple hard, and your hands began to wander the exposed skin of his chest, your small fingers traveling the terrain with purpose, dipping along his muscles and caressing his tattoos affectionately. He savored the feeling of you touching him, your warmth, how it felt to have you in his arms. His heart beat erratically in his chest and he feared you would put an end to it. He feared you would never allow him this close to you again. So he took his time to memorize you, so that if nothing else, he could have this night for the rest of his life. 

Your hands traveled up his neck, and you tilted his jaw up. He looked up at you in awe as you leaned down and pressed your lips against his once more. Your kiss was addicting–soft and passionate, desperate and accepting. He barely registered your hand sneaking down and pushing his sweatpants down his hips, leaving him just as bare as you were. 

You wiggled in his arms and he lowered you, leaning down and keeping his lips pressed firmly to yours. His tongue pressed at the seam of your lips and you breathed a laugh as you broke apart from him. He almost whimpered at the loss of your lips.

“Fuck, Az, you’re so hot,” you mumbled as you began pressing kisses down his chest. His hands clung to your shoulders and he hissed as you bit his nipple. You giggled, smiling up at him cheekily. 

“Fucking tease,” he growled.

“Should I make it up to you?” you asked, sinking down to your knees in front of him. 

Shock flew throughout his body as you pressed your mouth against his cock, hands coming up to wrap around him. Soft, tiny licks to his shaft made him twitch in your hands and you smiled up at him. You gently sucked the tip into your mouth and his heart stuttered in his chest. 

“Sweetheart,” he started, his voice tight and restrained. Despite wanting desperately to fuck into your mouth with reckless abandon, he didn’t want you to feel forced to do this for him. “You don’t have to.”

“I know,” you murmured. The vibrations of your voice traveled along his cock, up his spine, and caused his brain to malfunction for a moment. “I want to.”

Before he could formulate a response in his mind, you sucked his cock into your mouth, deep into your throat and your hands gripped whatever you were not able to stuff inside of your mouth. 

“Fuck!” He had died. He had ascended to the heavens, he was sure of it. This was the most exquisite, erotic experience of his life. You began dragging your mouth to the tip and back up the shaft; the suction of your mouth and the tightness of your throat was pure perfection. He could hardly believe that you were real. His hand came up and wrapped around your hair, desperate for anything to ground him to the earth. 

He stared at your face and your eyes shifted up, looking at him through your lashes and he groaned at the sight of just how deep you were taking him. 

“Stop,” he begged. He needed you to stop before he was not able to contain himself any longer. He wanted to be inside of you when he came. 

You ignored his plea, suctioning your cheeks in and sucking him harder. He felt his balls tighten and he whimpered.

“Fuck, please,” he groaned and pulled your hair hard, tugging your head back and away from him. You moaned and your eyes sparked with interest at his roughness. Interesting. He made a mental note to explore that in the future with you if he ever got the chance. 

“I need to fuck you,” he said, leaning down and gripping your hips, lifting you in his arms once more. He carried you with ease to the countertop, sitting you on it and slotting himself between your legs. You hissed at the coldness of the marble beneath you, but it didn’t stop you from kissing him again. He wrapped his arms fully around you, engulfing you in him as his wings dipped forward. You fell pliant in his arms and for a brief moment, the exhilarating thought crossed his mind that you would let him do anything he wanted to you. 

With you distracted, he took the opportunity, sending his shadows to pin your legs to the marble beneath you and your arms to the mirror behind you. You gasped in shock as he broke away from you, taking a few steps back and observing you.

“Azriel?” you gasped, looking at him with love-drunk eyes. He did not answer, taking the time to drink you in. Your perfect face, desperation clinging to your expression. Your breasts were on full display for him. His eyes wandered further down your exquisite figure, stopping at your glistening cunt. You were completely exposed to him. 

“You wanted to know how I use my shadows during sex,” he stated and you gasped, embarrassment flooding your features as you realized that he had overheard more of your conversation than you expected. “You’re about to find out.”

His shadows spread across the expanse of your body as Azriel stood firmly planted where he stood, observing the delectable sight before him. The shadows curled around your nipples, twisting them and pinching them and you let out a cry of pleasure, arching your back. He sent more of them lower on your body, softly caressing the seam at your center and you whined. 

“How does it feel?” he asked, wanting to know just how good you felt. 

“It’s so good Azriel,” you moaned. The shadows at your cunt squeezed against your clit and you screamed, your chest rising rapidly as you became breathless. 

“I-I”ve never felt anything like this,” you nearly sobbed. Your wetness dripped out of you, and he watched in cruel anticipation as your body writhed–right on brink of climax from his shadows alone. 

“Azriel, please, I need you.” He chuckled lowly at your plea for him. He had no intention of touching you just yet. 

“Is that it?” he taunted. “I think you can do better than that.”

You yelled in pleasure as his shadows gave a particularly tight pinch on your clit. 

“Azriel! Please! Please, I need your cock inside of me, I need to touch you. I need you to fuck me, please!” you cried out, just before hitting your peak. You groaned loudly as you arched your back. Your cum squirted out of you and he groaned, taking quick strides towards you and stuffing his face into your pussy, desperate for a taste of you. He drank your sweet juices and his tongue rubbed relentlessly against your clit, prolonging your orgasm as much as possible. 

He slowly called his shadows back to him, releasing you from their hold and he crawled his way back up your body, pressing soft kisses against your skin. He pressed a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.

“Someone’s a desperate, little slut,” he said and you smiled, leaning into him and nipping his lip. 

“Only for you,” you said, and spread your legs open, revealing your messy cunt to him once more. 

He stared for a moment before you gripped his face and brought his attention back to your face. “Well? Are you going to give this desperate, little slut what she wants?”

He was blown away at your insolent, bratty attitude. The normally shy, quiet, sweet girl was gone, replaced by a wild, untamed goddess of sex and beauty. He wanted to tease you, but he was absolutely mesmerized and knew he needed to fuck you, desperate for the feel of you and for his release. 

He lined himself up at your entrance and slowly slid inside of you. Your eyes rolled back and you tilted your head back in pleasure as every inch of his dick slowly slid into your tight hole. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration. The heat, the tightness, the wetness was driving him wild and he wanted to rut into you recklessly. But he went slow until he bottomed out. You were stuffed to the brim, his head nestling tight against your cervix. 

He began fucking into you in earnest, the friction driving him delirious. He craved every single touch you surrendered to him. He wished to be so deep inside of you that he did not know where one ended and the other began. The golden string tying his soul to yours sang in his chest, bright and unyielding, and it brought tears to his eyes as the floodgates of the bond suddenly opened, your emotions of pleasure and admiration and love flooding into his heart. 

Your eyes widened, tears lining them and you smiled brilliantly at him. 

“My mate,” you whispered, feeling the bond open on your end. He returned your smile, unbridled and open, and the bond between you glowed–incandescent and fierce and all-consuming. 

He surrendered to his emotions, fucking into you with abandonment and a newfound ferocity. You screamed in pleasure and you clenched around him, making him gasp. The sight of your face, contorted in pleasure, the glow of your skin, still damp and gleaming with sweat, your scent intermingled with the unmistakable musk of sex, the feeling of your tight cunt wrapping around him and accommodating his impressive length perfectly–it was all too much for him. 

He was hanging on the precipice, determined to bring you to your high before falling off the edge. He was so close and so were you. He never thought he would ever feel such pleasure from sex. Sex had always been good, great even. But with you, it was something else entirely. With the golden thread now formed between the two of you, the feeling of your pleasure increased his tenfold and his heart swelled with uncontrollable love. No one would ever compare to you–he would never want anyone else. 

You sobbed in pleasure as your pussy clenched tight around him and you came with a scream. Your arms clutched him to you, and he groaned loudly as your walls fluttered around him. His pleasure built to a peak and his vision went white as he came inside of you. He buried himself to the hilt, as deep as he could go and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, your entire body pressed against him.

The room was silent for a few moments. Azriel pressed his head against your panting chest, your breathing and the beat of your heart a comforting rhythm in his ear. Your hand gently ran through his hair, playing with the soft strands and gently combing through the tangles. 

 He looked up at you and found your eyes already fixed on him. He smiled softly and pressed a kiss against your jaw. 

“I’m sorry I was creeping on you,” he said sheepishly. 

You laughed and leaned down to press a kiss against his head. “I’m sure I can think of some ways you can make it up to me. Maybe I’ll have to tie you up and force you to watch me pleasure myself all night long.”

He glared up at you. “You’re a fucking tease.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” He couldn’t wait to find out.

[httpsdana]

You could do one with Cubarsi where he gets stressed and is rude to the reader, but then regrets it and makes up with him and becomes the sweetest and kindest.

Breaking The Silence~Pau Cubarsi

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The first sign that something was wrong was the way Pau slammed the door when he came home. y/n had never seen him like this before. Usually, his greetings were warm, his smile easy, but tonight, his eyes were dark and his expression hard.

“Hey,” y/n said cautiously, watching him as he tossed his bag onto the couch with more force than necessary. “Everything alright?”

He didn’t even look at her. “Just leave me alone.” he mumbled

The words stung. y/n had planned a quiet evening together, maybe a movie and takeout to help him unwind after what she assumed was a tough day. But the sharpness in his tone made her hesitate.

“Okay,” she replied softly, trying to mask the hurt in her voice. “If you need to talk, I’m here.”

He didn’t respond, his back still turned to her as he walked into the kitchen. y/n stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. This wasn’t like Pau at all. She knew he was under a lot of stress, but he had never been this distant, this… cold.

Deciding to give him space, she retreated to the living room, sinking into the couch and trying to focus on something, anything, other than the growing knot of worry in her stomach.

She turned on the TV, flipping through channels without really paying attention to what was on. Her mind kept drifting back to Pau, to the way his shoulders had been tense, the way he didn’t even glance in her direction.

She tried to brush it off, telling herself that he just needed some time to cool down. But as the minutes ticked by, the silence in the apartment became almost suffocating. y/n could hear him moving around in the kitchen, the clatter of dishes and the sound of the fridge door opening and closing. He was making dinner, but there was no usual banter, no easy conversation as they often had.

After a while, y/n couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to know what was going on.

She stood up and made her way to the kitchen, where Pau was standing at the stove, stirring something in a pot. He didn’t acknowledge her when she walked in, his focus entirely on the task at hand.

“Pau,” she began cautiously, leaning against the counter. “What’s going on? You’ve been really quiet since you got home.”

He didn’t answer right away, his jaw clenched as he continued to stir. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and tense. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

She frowned, concern mixing with frustration. “But you’re obviously upset. If something’s bothering you, we should talk about it.”

“I said I don’t want to talk about it,” he snapped, his tone sharper than before.

The harshness in his voice caught her off guard, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to respond. She had never seen him like this, so closed off and angry. It was like there was a wall between them, one that hadn’t been there before.

“Pau, please,” she said, her voice softening. “I just want to help.”

He turned to her then, his eyes flashing with something she couldn’t quite point out. “Help? You want to help?” His voice was rising, filled with frustration. “You can’t help, okay? You don’t understand what I’m dealing with right now. Just stop trying to fix everything!”

His words were like a slap to the face. She had always been there for him, supporting him through everything, and to hear him dismiss her concern so harshly… it hurt. She felt her throat tighten, and her vision blurred slightly as tears threatened to spill over.

But instead of letting him see how much his words affected her, she swallowed down the hurt and nodded stiffly. “Fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “If that’s what you want.”

She turned on her heel and walked out of the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t believe how quickly things had escalated, how quickly he had pushed her away. It wasn’t like Pau at all, and that scared you more than anything.

Back in the living room, y/n sat down on the couch, her mind racing. She didn’t know what to do, how to fix this. Part of her wanted to go back in there and force him to talk, to make him see how much he was hurting her, but another part of her was too tired, too worn down by his anger to try.

So, instead, she decided to do exactly what he asked: she left him alone.

y/n spent the next few hours in silence, the only sound in the apartment coming from the TV, which she wasn’t really watching. She tried to read, to distract herself with her phone, but nothing could pull her out of the pit of anxiety that had formed in her stomach. The longer the silence stretched on, the more her mind spiraled, wondering what she had done wrong, why he was acting this way.

Eventually, Pau came from the kitchen with two plates of food. He set one down in front of y/n on the coffee table without a word, then sat down on the other end of the couch with his own plate.

y/n glanced at the food, her appetite completely gone. But she didn’t want to make things worse by refusing to eat, so she picked up her fork and forced herself to take a few bites. The tension between them could be cut by a knife , and the silence was so thick they could almost choke on it.

After a few minutes, Pau sighed heavily, setting his plate down.

“I’m sorry,” he said, but there was a sharpness to his voice that made it clear he wasn’t ready to truly apologize. It felt more like an obligation than genuine apology.

She didn’t respond, just continued eating in silence. If he wanted space, she’d give it to him. If he wanted her to leave him alone, then she would. But that didn’t mean she was going to make it easy for him.

Pau glanced at her noticing her lack of response. His frustration flared again.

“Are you really going to do this? Give me the silent treatment now?” he huffed, rolling his eyes.

She still didn’t answer, though her hands tightened around her fork. She wasn’t going to let him bait her into another argument. She was too tired, too drained.

He huffed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. Be like that. I’m going for a walk.”

He stood up abruptly, grabbing his keys from the table and heading for the door. He didn’t even look back as he left, the door slamming behind him with a force that made her flinch.

Once he was gone, the apartment felt quiet. y/n set her plate down, unable to eat another bite. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over, and she buried her face in her hands, trying to stifle the sobs that wracked her body.

She couldn’t understand what had happened, how things had gone so wrong so quickly. She had always been able to talk things out with Pau, to work through whatever problems they faced together. But this time, it felt different. This time, it felt like he was slipping away from her, and she didn’t know how to stop it.

Time passed in a blur as she sat there, letting the silence of the apartment settle around her like a heavy blanket. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and all she wanted was for things to go back to the way they were.

When Pau finally returned, it was late. She hadn’t moved from her spot on the couch, though the TV had long since been turned off. She heard the door open and close softly, followed by the sound of his footsteps as he walked through the apartment.

He hesitated in the doorway of the living room, his eyes taking in the sight of his girlfriend curled up on the couch, her face buried in her arms. He could see the dry tears on her cheeks, and it hit him like a punch to the gut.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice different now, no longer sharp, but filled with regret.

She didn’t look up, didn’t acknowledge him at all.

Pau’s heart clenched, and he walked over to the couch, sitting down beside her. He reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away from his touch.

The rejection stung, but he knew he deserved it. He had pushed her too far, and now he was facing the consequences.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, his voice breaking slightly. “I really am. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I was just… I don’t know. I was overwhelmed, and I didn’t know how to handle it, and I lashed out. But that’s not an excuse for the way I treated you. You didn’t deserve that.”

She still didn’t say anything, but she could see the way her shoulders shook slightly, could hear the small, choked breaths she was trying to hide. His chest tightened with guilt, and he wished he could take back every harsh word, every moment of coldness.

“I’m an idiot,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was so caught up in my own head that I didn’t see what I was doing to you. I was so caught up in my own head that I didn’t see what I was doing to you. I let my frustration and stress get the better of me, and instead of leaning on you like I should have, I pushed you away. That’s the last thing I wanted to do, and I’m sorry.”

He waited, hoping she’d say something, anything. But she remained silent, her back still turned to him. The silence was suffocating, and it made Pau’s heart ache even more. He deserved this, he knew that, but it didn’t make it any easier.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice cracking, “talk to me. Yell at me, scream at me, anything. Just…say something”

The room was filled with a heavy silence, and for a moment, Pau was terrified that she was going to walk away again. But then she finally spoke, her voice thick with emotion.

“You really hurt me, Pau,” she said quietly, still not turning to face him. “I was just trying to be there for you, and you made me feel like I was the problem. Like I wasn’t enough.”

Her words hit him like a train. He had never intended to make her feel that way, but he had done exactly that, and the realization cut deep.

“I know,” he said, his voice trembling. “And I’m so sorry. You are more than enough, more than I deserve, honestly. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I was stupid, and I took my anger out on you because I didn’t know how to deal with everything going on in my head. But that was wrong. I love you, and the last thing I want to do is make you feel like you’re not enough.” he said, his voice full of regret and guilt

y/n finally turned to face him, and the sight of the tears in her eyes made his heart break all over again. “Then why did you do it? Why did you push me away like that?”

Pau ran a hand through his hair, his expression pained. “I don’t know. I was overwhelmed, and I guess… I guess I didn’t want you to see me like that, struggling. I didn’t want to burden you with all the stuff going on in my head. But I realize now that was a mistake. I should’ve come to you instead of pushing you away. You’re the one person who’s always been there for me, and I hurt you. I’m so sorry.”

She stared at him for a long moment, searching his eyes for the truth in his words. He could see the hurt there, the pain he had caused her, and it made his chest tighten with guilt. He had never wanted to hurt her, but he had, and now he had to make things right.

“Can you forgive me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”

There was a long pause, and Pau held his breath, waiting for her response. Then, finally, she nodded, though her eyes were still filled with hurt.

“I forgive you, but… it’s going to take time. I need to trust that you won’t push me away like that again.” she said, her voice low and thick from crying

He nodded, understanding. “I’ll prove it to you. I’ll show you every day how much you mean to me, how much I love you. I’ll never push you away again. I promise.”

For the first time since the argument, she allowed herself to lean into him, resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, as if afraid she might slip away. The tension in the room began to ease, replaced by a sense of peace.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice still shaky but filled with sincerity. “But please, don’t shut me out again. I want to help you, to be there for you, even when things get tough.”

Pau tightened his hold on her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I won’t,” he promised. “I’ll talk to you, I’ll let you in. We’ll get through everything together, I swear.”

They both sat there in silence for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of the argument slowly lifting.

Later that night, as they both lay in bed, Pau held her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her body. The air between them was no longer heavy with tension but filled with a quiet, fragile understanding.

As y/n drifted off to sleep, the last thing she heard was Pau whispering in her ear, his voice filled with affection and love, “I’m sorry. I love you so much.”

[copperbadge]

I came home last night and as I usually do, unpacked pretty much immediately; as I moved from room to room I kept being confused because parts of my home seemed weirdly clean. And then I'd remember "Oh yeah...because I cleaned it."

I did work on digital cleaning the entire time I was in Texas but it was tough to write about, mainly because I didn't get a ton of time to write in general. But getting back home again...

[ID: Two images of a three-tier metal cart from Ikea, the Rashult, fully assembled; the first shows it in the living room after being built, and the second show it in its new home under my kitchen worktable, next to a chest of drawers, filled with tupperware.]

I finally came to the conclusion that trying to keep all my tupperware in a cabinet simply wasn't working, so I bought a cart that I knew would fit under the table and finally got to assemble and fill it. Thanks @deesarrachi for suggesting this kind of cart on a previous post!

Assembling the cart and filling it with storage containers -- including sorting the containers to make sure no container went in without its lid -- took up pretty much an entire 52-minute episode of The Worst Idea of All Time, though I also used some of that time to scrub the grease off the kitchen hood and cover it with adhesive plastic that I can just change out every so often. And I changed the sheets on the bed since I needed to do laundry anyway, so tonight I go to bed with an organized tupperware shelf and new bedlinens, like I'm my own stereotypical 1950s housewife.

As we get to the end of the month I'm taking stock of what I got accomplished and while I didn't do some things I normally do (scrub the bathroom down and steam-clean some high-traffic areas, mainly) I did accomplish a lot of more permanent things. The bathroom will always get dirty again, but -- for example -- the tupperware has a new permanent home where it will stay more organized.

And I've still got a few days left! I have more than a few days' worth of work, but the momentum may carry me into December, and if not at least I have a list of stuff to do once I've had a bit of a break. And for today I get to rest, because tomorrow I'm back to work and the week will be busy. Feeling pretty accomplished right now, though.

[sp-by-april]

Can we get some kyley b x reader but like make it really rough with some hair pulling,biting,choking, degrading,slapping (freakbob is calling)

I know you've been waiting on this one for a while!! Sorry I don't have a big grasp on Kyley-B as a character so it was driving me nuts lol. I honestly don't know how I managed to finish this other than straight up perseverance. I hope it's ok!!!

Kyley-B x F!Reader

[Send me a prompt that makes you FERAL] [Kyle Broflovski Master List]

My boyfriend could be a lot. They called him Kyley-B. I’m not sure who gave him the nickname, but it stuck. He was a tough guy, really rough and tumble and I loved that about him. Not long into dating, I found out that was also something he brought into the bedroom.

The first time we were together was intense.

We were at some dive bar and he pulled me into their dirty little bathroom and locked the door.

The next thing I knew he was kissing me, pushing his tongue in my mouth and I wanted to melt. He was a surprisingly good kisser. He always turned me on just the way his tongue moved in my mouth.

He broke our kiss and grabbed me by the waist, turning me around to face the mirror and sink.

“I wanna know if you’re really worth my attention,” He smacked my ass, “Bend over, Babe,”

I did as instructed and he hiked up my skirt, then he unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down to his thighs.

He squeezed my ass so hard I almost winced and then his fingers found my naked slit. He hated when I wore panties, it was a deal I made when we got together so I learned to go without them.

“I can’t believe you,” He started to rub his cock along my slit, picking up my arousal and spreading it over my delicate folds, “What kind of slut gets this wet, already?”

He pushed right in and I gasped. He was so big, I whined as my body stretched to accommodate him.

Kyley thrust hard and fast right away. He didn’t start slower like most guys or even attempt to build up to anything. I couldn’t even be upset about it, because he had a great cock. He was massaging my sweet spot so fucking lusciously with every single stroke, I was moaning almost instantly.

His hand ran up my back and then he grabbed a handful of my hair.

I whined and he thrust so hard into me that my entire body twitched.

He pulled so fucking hard I was almost staring at the ceiling, “Is that the best you can do?”

He let go of my hair and soon his hand slid down and curled around my little throat.

He leaned over me and put his mouth to my ear, “I can feel your pussy get tighter every time I hurt you,”

He used his hold on me to pull down even harder onto his cock. I bit my lip and tried my best to keep it together as he pounded into me but he found that unacceptable.

His other hand reached around my hip until his fingers found my clit. He started to rub me in tight little circles and I could hardly stand it. I moaned shamelessly as all the pleasure he was pushing onto me was just too much.

My back arched and I cried out as every muscle in my body seized up. The wave of bliss that crashed into me was more intense than anything I’d ever felt before. My soft, warm walls closed up all around him and my core grasped onto him like the needy little slut he wanted me to be.

Suddenly his hips jerked into me and he groaned so loud, it filled up the tiny bathroom completely. His body shuddered and I could feel every bit of his cock pulsing rapidly as he shot me full of hot, wet spurts.

His hand finally dropped from my throat as the other smacked my ass on the growing sore spot that I knew would be bruised the next day, “I knew you could do it,”

He pulled my skirt down and smirked at me in the mirror, “You can pick your own reward tonight,”

I decided I wanted him to fuck me again.

[nyxnightshade1332]

Expectations When Expecting (Book 1)

Chapter 13

Chapter 14:

"Okay, now we just sprinkle on a little powdered sugar, and..." Yuu watched in fascination as Trey expertly sifted powdered sugar onto the tart.

The entire room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, when Trey stood back.

"Finished!" Ace and Grim remarked excitedly. Yuu smiled, pleased with the image.

"Fin...ished..." Deuce said halfheartedly.

"Hey." Ace nudged Yuu slightly, leaning in to whisper. "Did something happen to him while you were shopping?"

"Yeah. He's still in shock." She laughed awkwardly. "I think I broke him."

"For sixteen years, I was so sure..." Deuce lamented, returning to muttering.

Ace watched with a raised eyebrow. "... Yeah, whatever." He said dismissively. "I'm pretty beat. Making tarts sure takes it outta you."

Yuu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is the big tough fella tired?" She teased. "Guess you should be lucky we agreed to help~" She grinned, noticing Ace's embarrassed blush.

"Yeah, fine. Thanks for the help." He huffed, looking away.

Yuu chuckled kindly. "You're welcome!" She said, returning her gaze to the table she was wiping down.

"Hey fam!" A voice resounded in the kitchen, making Yuu jump slightly as she looked up to see a familiar ginger.

"Holy shit, this ain't moving!" She grumbled to herself. "Oh yeah! 'Sup Cater!" She called back, attempting to scrub off a bit of solidified paste from the wood.

"LOL, You look wrecked." Cater remarked. "Are the tarts done? Ooh, those look sooo cute! Lemme snap a quick pic for Magicam!" Cater smiled, scampering over to where Trey was, holding a very pretty-looking tart.

"What, NOW you decide to show up?" Ace retorted, annoyed and cranky.

"I just came to see how hard my little newbs were working." Cater said, leaning against the desk nonchalantly.

"It's tough work if you're not used to it. But there's no better cure for the ails of fatigue than something sweet from the oven!" Trey announced, placing a warm tart in front of the group. "Help yourself to some of this tart."

The group celebrated at the thought of getting to try their work.

"Pretty funny how you managed to show right when it was ready to eat, Cater." Ace remarked, scowling slightly when Cater laughed.

"Someone's gotta be the official taster!" The older ginger smiled.

"That smells so good..." Grim purred, sniffing the air as his mouth began to water. "Glossy chestnuts on top, fluffy cream below... I can't wait another second, I'm going in!"

Grim seemed to jump into his tart, completely disregarding the fork and simply taking a large bite. Yuu felt her stomach growl at how hungry she was, making her pick the fork up and take a small piece.

"Yuuum! Liked and subscriiibed!" She heard Cater beside her as she put the fork in her mouth.

"This is like something from a fancy bakery." Deuce praised.

"Rich in flavor, yet not too sweet... It's like chestnuts are dancing across my tongue!" Grim laughed.

"Is that... a good thing?" Trey questioned, seeming to look at Yuu, who had remained silent as she took her first bite.

Yuu had been hit with a sweet flavor, but it didn't have a heavy texture that would overwhelm her. She smiled. "Wow. It's good!"

Trey chuckled at her childish delight. "I'm glad you like it!"

"Oh, Trey! You gotta do the thing." Cater smiled.

"The thing? Oh..." Trey asked before his features lit up at the realization. "That."

"Uh, wanna fill me in here?" Ace suggested, completely lost.

Yuu watched as Trey pulled out his magic pen, confused. "What's that for?" She asked him. The taller boy simply smiled at her.

"You'll see. Now, what's everyone's favorite food?" He gestured toward the first year ginger.

"Me?" Ace questioned, pointing at himself. Trey nodded. "Probably cherry pie. Or hamburgers." Ace said.

"Canned tuna's at the top of my list. Then maybe cheese omelets, roast meat, pudding..." Grim began to list, wracking his brain in a pathetic attempt to decide.

"Dude, just pick one." Deuce muttered before answering. "If I had to pick, I guess I'd say... omelet rice?"

"I like a nice lamb chop with diablo sauce." Cater announced with a smile, turning to Yuu excitedly.

"I'd say..." Yuu thought for a while, eyebrows furrowed while she narrowed down her list. She felt the slight pull of her craving something that she'd been longing for for years. "Maybe my grandmother's tamales. Specifically the ones she called chope." She said, recalling her family's rare visits to Mexico in her youth, and the mouthwatering scent that wafted out of the pot as the tamales cooked. She felt her stomach growl at the thought, making her blush.

Yuu looked over to Trey, who had an amused smirk on his face. He lifted his pen. "All right, you've got it... Let's 'Paint the Roses'!" He called.

Yuu watched the room bathe in rose red light for a brief moment before disappearing. She watched, eyes wide and curious.

"Huh? What does that mean?" Deuce questioned.

"Take another bite of your tart and see." Trey remarked with a cheeky smile, pushing his glasses up.

Ace tentatively took one more bite before his eyes widened. "Huh? How- Now it tastes like cherry pie!" He looked at the tart, as if conforming that he was still eating a chestnut tart.

Grim picked his slice up, taking another bite. "It's just like canned tuna!" He yelped, taking another bite. " Now it tastes like a cheese omelet! And grilled meat!" He swallowed, excited with each bite. "And pudding!"

Yuu took her fork, lifting it up to her nose, smelling it. Its scent seemed to not have changed. He put the forkfull into her mouth.

She froze, recognizing the familiar saltiness of the masa, and the spice of the pork. Her eyes filled with tears, threatening to cascade down her face. She wiped them away.

"Wow." She said, untrusting of her ability to speak without crying. She took another bite, melting at the flavor.

"Neat trick, eh?" Cater shot her a smile. "That's gotta be a hit when Trey's having tea with the ladies."

"It's very impressive." Deuce smiled, eyes bright. "Is changing flavors your signature spell, Trey?"

"Technically, it's 'overwriting characteristics.' I can change taste, color, smell, whatever." Trey informed, eating a bit from his own tart. "It only lasts for a little while, though. But it is kinda like covering up the real thing hence, 'painting.'" He explained, handing Yuu a napkin which she accepted gratefully, wiping away any stray tears.

"If I had magic like that, I could be eatin' canned tuna every meal of every day! That's way better than Riddle's stupid collar magic!" Grim remarked with a gulp.

"Oh, that's in a whole other league. His signature spell is a weapon. Mine's just childish prestidigitation." Trey said, hiding his face a bit. "Speaking of Riddle - it's too late to give him these now. Let's call it a day and do it tomorrow." He suggested, quickly changing the topic with ease. "Don't forget that tomorrow's the unbirthday party. You don't want to be late."

"Yuu, can I crash with you again? It doesn't sound like I'll be allowed back in my own dorm tonight." Ace asked the young woman, who simply nodded, pushing back the empty feeling in her heart.

"Yeah. But you still have to clean if you want to stay in a room." She informed, placing her fork down on the now empty plate, before Grabbing Grim's. She smiled as Ace gave a loud groan.

"Again, seriously?" Cater asked incredulously.

"It isn't right to keep mooching off of Yuu, Ace." Deuce said, a strange look on his face.

"Yeah, it ain't! If you wanna stay tonight, you gotta pay for the privilege! Ten cans of tuna!" Grim demanded, standing upright to glare at Ace.

"Aww, What?! Guess I'm sleeping outside, then." Ace sulked, throwing his best puppy-dog eyes at Yuu. She rolled her eyes.

"Nice try, Trappola. But I have the high ground." She teased.

"Why don't you go and stay at Yuu's dorm too, Deuce, so you can keep an eye on him?" Trey suggested, making Deuce seem to perk up. "As vice housewarden, I can issue you a sleepover pass."

"That's our Trey, always spoiling the newbs. What fun for you." Cater chuckled before looking at her. "Ooh, maybe I'll come too! What do you say, Yuu?" He wrapped his arm over her.

"No pass for you." Trey said, shooting down Cater's idea.

Cater sighed, sulking. "Aww. Sad trumpet... Womp womp wooomp."

Trey shook his head, turning to Yuu apologetically. "Sorry to dump them all on you, Yuu. At least it's just for tonight."

She sighed, looking at the boys. "Nah, it's fine. I could use a bit of help cleaning my rustic, 'dump of a dorm' anyway."

Trey's eyes widened and he blushed in embarrassment, realizing that she'd just quoted him. "Ah- I..." Trey began, making Yuu laugh.

"Relax, I'm just teasing." She assured, turning to leave with Grim hopping into her arms. " I'll see you guys tomorrow, if I can successfully wake Ace, Deuce, and Grim."

.

.

.

Once Yuu opened the door to Ramshackle, she watched Ace throw his bag to the couch. "Tomorrow's the unbirthday party. Finally, I'm gonna get rid of this stupid collar! Just you wait, Riddle!" Ace announced, stretching as he jumped onto the couch, sending a literal cloud of deep seeded dust out into the air.

After a couple of minutes of hacking their lungs out and having no choice but to open all of the windows, Yuu turned to Ace with a glare.

"Really?! Was your goal to kill us all by suffocation?!" She cried.

"Forgot how dusty it was..." Ace said awkwardly, shaking the dust off of a new blanket. With about a half-hour of Yuu's scolding, she managed to get Ace to clean a room while Deuce had agreed to clean his own.

Once the cleaning was done, the group sat around a table, reading cards. Yuu read over her cards awkwardly, barely understanding the game, which had been old maid.

"Hahaha! How're you THIS bad at playing old maid?" Ace snickered as Yuu helplessly looked over her cards.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I've never played!" She huffed, before setting down her cards, noticing Grim's ears flatten and droop when he looked at his cards.

"Darn! I got the old maid again!" He cried, throwing his cards down.

Yuu groaned, as she picked up the cups, walking to the kitchen and placing the cups in the sink. Those are future Yuu's problem. She thought to herself, making her way to the lounge again.

"Bed time, boys!" She announced, making them groan.

"Aww, c'mon! One more game?" Ace suggested, anxiously tugging at his collar. Yuu rolled her eyes, empathy pooling into her heart, swaying her judgment. She sighed.

"...Fine. But we're playing one of my games this time." 

Chapter 15

[chaosandcrimson]

no way is that NADIA CALHOUN.. they’re a 30-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being STRICT  &  CALLOUS but there are some people who have seen them being PRAGMATIC  &  TOUGH.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of bruised knuckles, the roar of a motorcycle, and how the ground trembles during an explosion, but that could just be because they’re considered the DETERMINATOR around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

So, they killed Cassandra first 'cause she feared the worst And tried to tell the town So, they set my life in flames, I regret to say Do you believe me now?

OVERVIEW

Name: Nadia Ieisha Calhoun

FKA: Nadia Ieisha Dasai-Shehadi

Nickname(s): Calhoun (by associates), Dee (by friends)

DOB: April 11, 2094

Age: 30

FC: Pinar Deniz

Height: 6'0"

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Unemployed / Odd Jobs / Activist

Relationship Status: Single (Closed)

[+] authoritative, pragmatic, tough [–] strict, callous, resentful

BIOGRAPHY

tw: death

Nadia was born to a no-nonsense sergeant, working for a private military contractor called Vanguard Security, and a mid-level corporate executive. Her mom was killed in action when Nadia was 2 years old.

When she was 4 years old, her father got remarried to the heiress of the Dasai fortune—the family who owns the largest of the Big Three corporations—which quickly elevated their position in the city. She was adopted by her stepmother and put in the line of succession, but her new stepbrother, who was slightly younger than her, wasn't exactly thrilled with being bumped down the list.

Luckily for him, Nadia ended up choosing to follow her biological mother's career path instead, joining the same private military contractor that she had worked for. As a soldier for Vanguard, she was outfitted with a number of top-tier cybernetic enhancements paid for entirely by the firm.

Her commanding presence and ability to remain calm under pressure lead to her reaching the same rank that her mom had attained before passing away.

It was also through work that she met her partner. The two eventually got engaged, because after seeing each other through literal life or death situations, it seemed only natural that they would agree to 'until death do us part'.

That turned out to be tragically prophetic when, on their actual wedding day, a known enemy combatant attacked their ceremony and her fiancé was killed. Their death was written off as a heroic sacrifice, which drove Nadia up the wall; she didn't want her partner to be a hero, she wanted them to be alive.

Still, something didn't add up. She investigated and discovered that her partner had been a whistleblower, leaking evidence of the firm's shady practices to a local resistance group, and that their death had been an inside job.

She ended up deserting her post and leaving Vanguard with the numerous cybernetic enhancements they had paid for, which they are definitely not happy about; her former employers very much want their property back.

Choosing to go by Calhoun, which would have been her married name, she now lives on the outskirts of society in order to stay off the grid. She has cut all contact with her very corporate family and does odd jobs to stay afloat.

Still filled with pain and rage and grief, she has recently gotten involved with the activists that her fiancé was leaking information to—specifically the more violent splinter group that has broken off from the main group.

MISC

Her middle name, Ieisha, means "she who lives"—which feels a little bit like a slap in the face given how she ended up where she is today.

She tries to avoid leaving the lower district, but when she does she makes sure to check in on her younger siblings, enough to confirm that they're safe.

[divineerdrick]

Warhammer 40,000 Orks Changes for June 20, 2024

The current kings of 10th Edition rolled in with their new Codex and a mighty Waaagh! The new book is filled to the brim with powerful rules and datasheets that really allow Ork players to express themselves. But it's definitely a bit too good, as Orks have been dominating top tables despite sliding in just under GW's 55% mark. Thankfully GW doesn't just look at win rates, and they've decided it's time to cull the hordes a bit.

Green Tide

We start with some of the changes mentioned in the WarCom Article, and this is an interesting one. Boyz Units now have a 6+ Invuln, but go up to a 5+ if they have 10 or more models. This means that all of your Boyz will start with a 5+ but will go down to a 6+ once they've taken enough casualties. This really encourages you to take big blocks of Boyz, as they'll be harder to take down. But this also opens you up to Cull the Hordes. On the whole, it makes Boyz in Green Tide a bit easier to kill.

Tide of Muscles

This is a huge change! Previously this Stratagem practically guaranteed you could get your Boyz into combat in the mid to late game. For the most part, the huge potential bonuses here weren't the issue. It was that even a +2 bonus for a turn 2 charge is already really good. If you're the type to counterpunch in turn 3, the +3 bonus was basically a guarantee. Now you get a flat +1 bonus on any turn, but can re-roll the Charge roll if you still have at least 10 models in the Unit. This is still a massive set of bonuses that means you can reliably get your Boyz into combat without it being a guaranteed thing.

Go Get 'Em!

This was another extremely potent Strat. This one granted a "Surge move" to a Boyz unit after it got shot. Originally, this granted a D6" move, but if the unit still had 10 or more models you got an automatic 6". This is fantastic, especially since you can move into combat. Now, having 10 or more models just lets you re-roll the D6. So it's more reliable but nowhere near as good.

Meganobz

Another big one that got called out in the WarCom article, Bully Boyz and Meganobz are an absolutely brutal combo. With two turns of 4+ FNP, they can become near impossible to shift, all while getting the normal benefits of Waaagh! Josh says they want 4+ FNP to be a rare and unique thing, so having an entire detachment seemingly focus on it was not intended. As such, 'Krumpin' Time is changing to a 5+ FNP. This is still really good and Meganobz in Bully Boyz will still be very powerful. But hopefully it won't be the nightmare it's been for a while.

Errata and FAQ

Honestly not a lot new here. 'Krumpin' Time has been added here too, implying that this might be a permanent change. The only new FAQ is for units riding in Transports when you call the Waaagh. Unfortunately, these units will not benefit from the Waaagh since they weren't on the table when it was called. I'm hoping this gets fixed, as it doesn't feel right. But that is how the rule should work with the current wording.

Points Changes

Considering how well Orks are doing there's not a lot here. Of course this wouldn't be the first, second, or third time an overpowered list hasn't received much of a nerf. But I think combined with the rules changes above this will hit pretty hard. Essentially all of the units hit are staples that are frequently taken in top lists. Big surprise, Meganobz are there and they've gone up a whopping 10 pts per model! That's really punitive, and potentially might take them off the table now that they aren't as tough. Snikrot also went up 10 pts, and that's honestly just taking more points off every list since Orks don't have many Lone Ops. Painbosses, Painboyz, and Wierdboyz also saw 10 point bumps.

I'm gonna say, I think GW took the gloves off here. These are meaningful, even punitive changes. Orks still have powerful rules and Datasheets to work with, but I think these nerfs are going to have an impact. I will legitimately be surprised if Orks are still one of the best armies by the next MFM. They are still good, but they won't be dominant anymore.

[starcrossedspirit]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by: @cloudofbutterflies92 ! Thank you so much once again for tagging me!! Today I share some Nolan and Briar, because I am feeling entirely too sappy today.

With a soft intake of air Nolan caught chestnut hair between his fingers, the smell of roses filling his lungs as he closed his eyes to savor her closeness in the depth of one final hug. He hated it, hated every second of it, but he knew it would have come to this in the end. Fingers floated upward and touched his cheek. They were soft, tender even, against the roughness of his skin and with his own hand he kept the feeling there. Off in the distance the Aether rift glimmered like a sick putrid thing, high above them hanging like death. But if he had closed his eyes to the darkness around them it might almost have felt like heaven. “You’ll be fine,” he muttered, his tone tough but reassuring as he bit back at his own fear of letting her go. “Just get on the helicopter and get out of here.” Honey brown eyes glittered with tears as they flitted up towards his blue ones. Pink lips parted for words that didn’t come out, instead only a soft shake of her head replaced the silence as she couldn’t bear to say any words. She refused to accept this as her final time with him, this couldn’t be the last time. Instead the sound of men shouting from above urging for the two to hurry filled the air. They had little time, you see, as the mansion was starting to crumble from the final attack, all that had remained was the landing pad. “You’ll be fine, Briar, I promise. Now go, before it’s too late.” He said then as he urged her closer to the rope, the carbine fastened to her waist in the matter of seconds. “It’s not me that I’m worried about, it never has been.” she said with a cry, cheeks streaked with warm tears. She was tender for a world that lacked it, perhaps even too soft, but that’s what he loved about her. There was no other words to be had and instead he lent down and placed his lips to hers, Briar kissing back just as fervently as they met. He moved her hand to his chest and held it tightly as he kissed her with a certain unwavering love. In the matter of seconds it was over, it only left more longing for more time. “Don’t worry about me, I will find you. Now go, you have to, for me.” Tugging the rope at his hand she was pulled upward onto the awaiting helicopter. Within seconds it was cleared to go and far below Nolan watched as it disappeared into the great gray sky, the sound of the wind settling around him. He was left with his thoughts and a gun, it was time to finish what had been started. But still his eyes watched the sky, perhaps a moment of want to see her return to him. And just like that she was gone and all Nolan could do was watch the helicopter go, his heart going with it.

Tagging: @silk-ears, and whoever else wants to be tagged!! dm/message me if it’s ok to do that in the future as i am just starting out a list !! :3

[frogblast-the-ventcore]

How does this description of the Men of Iron work?

Odin standing supreme among them and commanding all forces. It would assign forces to vector to a given contact area and lead Research and Development.

Sleipnir controlling all Heavy Walker and Titan units. Leading massive Siege Engines marching across the land on 4 legs and Bipedal Giants capable of moving with speed and grace nothing of their size should possess.

Geri controlling all Void Ships and Logistics Centers. Its fleet would ply the stars for resources to fuel the War Machine.

Freki controlling all Tanks and infantry. Leading a swarm of eight-legged Arachnid-Tanks and cold white-faced soldiers with spindly limbs across the land.

Finally, Huginn and Muninn to act as Testbed and Champion units meant to gather combat data and report it back to Odin to better adapt tactically and strategically. Odin had a list of special Combatants in the sector that Huginn and Muninn would engage and counter. The Majority of the list was normal. Asterion Moloc. Akenothep the Phaeron of Penance. Kaelista Hesperia of the Kabal of the Bloodied Fang. Autarch Morodin of Craftworld Kian-Ash.

Lorgar Aurelian.

Specialist Units include:

Striker: A high-tracked vehicle with the turret replaced by a bot's upper body, with weapons mounted on both arms and shoulders.

Archer: Gigantic armored motorcycle, with a railgun running down its length.

Demolisher: A very wide and flat tank that is open down the center with an embedded sonic cannon running down its length.

Avenger: Blocky tank that stabs struts into the ground and folds its treads / hover devices outward when it deploys to fire at greater velocities.

Surveyor: Large armored Sentinel with a rotating upper body mounting a large laser weapon.

Kataphractos: Six-legged spiderbot with an armed humanoid upper body.

Centurion: Resembles an Imperial Knight with blocky shapes.

Venator: Bipedal humanoid mech, with no head and no left arm, and a right arm made up entirely of an enormous gun that is nearly as long as it is tall. The rest of the upper torso is built to counterweight and dampen the recoil of this weapon.

Nemesis-class Megabot: A spider-bot with a wedge-shaped body and top-down symmetry, meaning that its top and bottom are identical and it can function perfectly fine by simply reversing its joints if flipped over. Retracts weapons and wraps its limbs around itself with right going around the underside and left going over to form a tunneling shape.

Executor-class Megatank: A gigantic quad-treaded tank that is relatively flat for its size, mounting multiple sets of multi-barrel battleship-like turrets over its treads and back. One open section on its back retracts to reveal a vertical missile-launching system.

Citadel-class Flying Fortress: A gigantic flying brick-shaped machine that, with gun turrets and missile launchers mounted on every side. Can fire nanolathing beams at the husks of downed units to bring them back into functionality.

The Men of Iron use what I call a 'killers & carriers' layout for their fleet. A bit over half their ships are offensive and the others are carriers of some variety, generally with higher capacities than yours for equivalent hull-sizes, in exchange for low firepower and toughness for ships that are higher than Imperial Extremis-Grade. Most ships have no Warp drives because of the on-site construction doctrine, allowing them to squeeze out a bit more direct combat performance. Because the resource link can't be stretched across the distances that space battles work on, the Men of Iron rely on their assault boats to reclaim matter to bring back to be fed into further construction, hence the emphasis on carriers to a degree exceeding that of almost any other faction. Against intact ships the assault boats will deliver a payload of boarders, then spend some time chopping up the hull and filling their internal space with stuff to bring back. In general MoI ships don't look that different from Imperial, save for the lack of ornamentation and more blunt prows / slightly boxier shapes. They use plasma / particle / lance rather than solid shot, since the latter throws away too much for little gain. The Summit is very wide, while the Meridian is a super-dedicated carrier, with almost the entire thing taken up by launch bays. If you stripped out the launch bays, you'd have little left besides a nose, a reactor at the back, and the engines and spine. Ships that can construct will be able to construct faster if they enter link range, but otherwise get no benefits.

Units Huginn and Muninn function as a Testbed for a new Titan unit known simply as the Aerial Titan. A Titan with advanced Reactionless flight systems allowing it to fly in both Air and Space. Think the Gundam Phenex and Unicorn from Gundam UC. This Titan usually has a shitton of plasma and Laser weapons but also a Power Sword. But is more than capable of equipping psychic superweapon like Webway Breachers similar to the Dark Glass and Black Hole launchers like the Ones on the Speranza.

I would question the use of Norse deity names for the control units, considering the Men of Iron were made milennia into the future, but, again, whatever.

As for the units you described, they work, but also we know that they got really really weird with it too.

As to the Men of Iron ship looking like Imperial ships, I don't think they would. They were built at the pinnacle of humanity's first interstellar empire, which was a lot more Federation like than the current Imperium. So I think their ships would look more conventionally sci-fi but robotic, if that makes any sense.

[karamell-sweetz]

Yoooooo! Any favorite Rui headcanons of things that weren't explicitly stated in-game?

hello hello hello thank you for the ask!!

i have loads and loads of rui hcs, probably so many that i can't actually list them, but here's some from the top of my head:

he has a corner in his room filled with platypus plushies. he says he's not collecting them (and he's not, nene and mizuki just keep giving him platypus plushies for his birthday and stuff) but he's accumulated quite a large number of them. eventually he starts naming them. one of them is named 'cornelius the 37th'. don't ask how i came up with that because idk either lmao

again with the platypus plushies, sometimes he takes one and puts it on his lap when he's working on robots/a new show. when he gets in a tough spot he picks it up and squishes it. usually after a few minutes an idea pops into his brain. healing plappus.

and ANOTHER ONE ABOUT THE PLAPPUS. emu accidentally gave him an otter plushie and he said "oh its okay! the platypus family can just adopt them :)" (its because of rui that i have an unbridled love for the platypus now. doesn't help that i'm australian)

i think he's a bit cuddly! (this one is me projecting) sometimes he'll come up behind his friends and just. hug them from behind and if possible rest his head on their shoulder/head. most of his friends (tsukasa, nene, mizuki) find it weird but cute. emu loves it!

(adding onto that last one. neck nuzzles. always.)

okay this next one is MAINLY the fault of @/ticklish-n-stuff (and also you. somewhat. dw that's a good thing!!) but. HE'S TICKLISH. SO TICKLISH. ticklish hands. ticklish tummy. ticklish sides of the neck. ticklish everything.

and also he can't take what he can dish out. not just in the tickle way but in like EVERYTHING. imagine with me bro: tsukasa deciding to tease him to get back at him and he. he LOOKS like he's chill about it (usual cat smile. usual 'fufufu~' laugh) but on the inside he is quaking. he goes back home that day and just lies down on the floor and starts blushing and squealing and replaying tsukasa's words in his head over and over again. it's a cycle

also relating to the above: if he gets a random gift from someone (e.g. toya giving him a share of his claw machine haul after hearing he has a platypus plushie collection) he will simply shut down. "oh... t-thank you... hehe..." as his face slowly colours. he also squeals over this sort of thing when he gets home.

girls find him cute/hot but he's really not interested. not interested as in he flings his arms around tsukasa and cuddles him at every possible moment. imagine if in-universe there's some sort of wxs fanclub online and there's an entire corner just for rui. it's funny to think about. imagine if they like him because he doesn't look like he's interested. like "*twirls hair* well you see rui is just soooooo cute/hot like have you seen him?? hes super nice but also he gives off this totally disinterested vibe which is like. sooooooo hawt. and also he's soooooooooo pretty like what's he doing here? he should be like a model or somethinggggggg"

also after kami sports fes and when people have warmed up to him more, he probably gets a lot of chocolates for valentines/white day mainly because he's pretty. but also because he's nice!

NO FASHION SENSE. mizuki and nene have to physically drag him out to the mall in order for him to get some actually good clothes.

he likes to be warm. once i read this fic about him being a "freeze baby" and honestly i thought that fit so well and then it stuck so here we are. oftentimes he can be found rolled into a blanket burrito on the floor of his room, or with a blanket draped around him if he's working on robots. he also finds tsukasa to be very warm!

he and mizuki listening to vocaloid on the rooftop. (just think about it... tying in the miku thing...) i have a feeling they might have liked neru and n-buna. both of them still like to listen to the playlist they made together when they feel out of it, makes them feel better.

as self-proclaimed chairwoman of the rui fanclub i cannot let these disappoint. hope this fuels your (our?) love for him even more!

[written-in-flowers]

Exactly! That's why I prefer original characters (and reader characters too). Because you can have diversified characters in your stories - like their appearance, personality, anything. It can be more interesting for characters to be like that. You're trying to make them more human for people to connect with in some way or another. But that's just me.

There are a lot of things I could do for female characters. Any females who have their own traits. Brains, brawn, brains and brawn. But that's depending on the characters I'm willing to create for that to happen... Like not all of the have to be fighters, but not all of them will be really be useless either. Strengths and weaknesses are different for people.

Exactly! Unless I write more than one story. A story with a legitimate love interest, and another where it's somehow a polygamous type of with original character and the boys - basically her just having sexual relationships with them. Because why not. I'm joking. But not really.

Naomi, Lala and Eri are the three main characters you see the most of in the whole franchise. And I know the girl gang is in a few scenes, but only in short intervals though. So I'm meh about their characters. Nothing against the actors, but I don't get much of a connection to a lot of them because you barely see them. That's just my opinion.

Not many people write for High&Low. Which surprises me.. I would've expected a decent amount of stories for the fandom, but I'm lucky to find a few stories. And most of those stories are incomplete.

Who are your favorite boys? Based on appearance, personality, anything and everything. Because now I'm curious to know.

It's always peeved me that the show never really dove deep into Ichigo Girls because they could've added something to the show. I try to give them a bit more personality and importance to Sakyia's story, since I wanted her to have the female friends she'd always wished to have, but I feel the creators put them in simply to have a 'girl gang' and fill that check on their list.

I came into the fandom already knowing it wasn't very big lol I'd read some fics and stuff before writing my own, but yeah, content can be scarce.

Cobra. Cobra is my ult favorite boy. He's the tough, brooding, quiet, tsundere type of character I tend to gravitate towards. You'll be able to tell as my fic keeps going lol Iwata has me in a chokehold, and he won't let go. But, after him I really like Rocky and Murayama. I tend to like protective will-do-anything-for-you types and Rocky fits that so perfectly, and Murayama is the unhinged, funny guy that I love watching on screen. Literally Oya is my fave group in SWORD because they're just crazy fuckers who fight all day lmao. Ryu, Jesse, and Hiroto also tend to stand out to me, but I'm a hoe so I'm constantly circulating the ones I like.

I had to narrow down my OC's love interests when I was plotting this thing out because otherwise girl will be screwing the entire cast.

Let me know yours, if you wanna share!

[violetdisasterzone]

STRIKE THE ZITHER BY JOAN HE

FULL REVIEW - CONTAINS SPOILERS - CROSS POSTED ON GOODREADS RATING: 1/5 I had heard about this book well before release and was really looking forward to reading it. I don't like leaving such negative reviews, and I never have before, but for this I'm making an exception. To say I'm disappointed would be the understatement of the century. The writing was not good, the plot was impossible to follow, the characterizations were horrible - at times I found myself genuinely questioning how on this was published, much less how so many people were finding this good.

The premise itself was great -- a gender-bent retelling of Chinese history, a brilliant strategist caught in a tough spot, surrounded by enemies and forced decide what is worth sacrificing in order to survive -- what's not to like? Yet this potential was ruined practically from the beginning. We immediately jump straight into the action, and while normally that's how I like my stories to start, in this case it made the plot near-incomprehensible unless you were already familiar with the actual historical events the book is based on. This immediate jump to the plot also meant we were given no time to get to know the characters. Zephyr herself certainly fills the arrogant, witty strategist archetype. She fills it so well that she is nothing else - we know her only as full of herself, calling everyone 'peasants' every other line, and over-confident to the point that we are supposed to go along with anything she does, no matter the consequences, because it's all part of her master plan. We were barely introduced to the other generals or to Xin Ren, the lordess we are supposed to believe is deserving of Zephyr's fierce loyalty, before we leave them behind entirely. Why are we fighting this war at all? Why should we care about it? What is the point of any of this? All of these, of course, remain unanswered.

Here's a summarized list of illogical plot points that follow: -- Miasma's quick acceptance of Zephyr's sudden and dramatic change in loyalties, to the point that she trusts her word over the word of ALL of her own trusted advisors -- Zephyr has a sister and a tragic backstory now! -- Cicada being convinced to hear Zephyr out from only her saying "I never betrayed my lordess" -- The whole relationship with Crow felt like an imitation speedrun of every YA enemies to lovers trope. I did not feel anything between them at any point, and Zephyr's own contradictory thoughts and actions regarding him did not help to improve her characterization in the slightest. The way she spoke of Ren was 10x more romantic and emotional than any interaction we had with Crow.

And then, the big plot twist: Zephyr was never Qilin at all, and is in fact a god who was sentenced to being human for farting over the edge of the sky and causing a famine. Are you serious? Aside from being utterly ridiculous, this plot twist came out of nowhere, and entirely shifts the worldview we're supposed to have. The worldbuilding in this was already a bit confusing - it's a normal world, except they have qì, the extent/powers of which are never explained. But now Zephyr - oh by the way, she has 2 "real" sisters now, 1 of which is present for about 5 pages yet is spoken about as if she's a fully established character the one other time she'll be mentioned - is a god, and the Masked Mother is now the true antagonist, though her motivations aside from not liking Zephyr or her involvement in the human realm remain unexplained. The extent of the Masked Mother's intentions seem to be dragging Zephyr back to her domain and likely punishing her, which would potentially cause Xin Ren to loose the war - and, so what, exactly? Sure, Miasma is a crazy overlord and we don't want her in power, but I wouldn't exactly be emotionally devasted if Xin Ren's army didn't win, because we were given no reason to be.

For the rest of the book after the body swap, Zephyr lives as Lotus - a plot point which I absolutely hated. Did she really think hiding it from Ren was doing her a service? Did she really think it was completely okay for her to "become Lotus"? I don't think she once expressed actual regret for stealing her body, even after she was exposed to Tourmaline and Cloud. This entire part of the book was just a mess. New plot points were constantly thrown at us, and we were surrounded by characters that were portrayed as though we already knew them well, when in reality they had had maybe a page or two of presence 200 pages earlier. The last 30% of the book dragged on; every scene seemed either totally meaningless or so packed with action that I didn't even know how we got there. Many times throughout the book I found myself flipping back a page or a scene, wondering where I had missed the transition to the new content or the context for what was going on - but no, it just hadn't been written.

Ren's betrothal to her cousin was another odd detail that was completely irrelevant, the banquet and subsequent coup could have been carried out exactly as planned without that, and her ignorance about the whole affair did not increase my confidence in her as lordess. Not that that should have been necessary, considering we had been fighting (and watched Zephyr literally gave up godhood) for her for the last 300 pages.

And at the very end, we learn that Cicada wasn't actually on our side and has a whole plan of her own, which involves working with and, assumedly, betraying Miasma.

Here's some other more arbitrary complaints I have: -- What's with the names? Half our characters have Chinese names, and half of them go by English names? Reading "November" and "Dewdrop" in the middle of talking about Chinese war tactics really pulls you out of the setting. Maybe there's context I'm missing but where did these names come from? Why aren't we just calling them by their Chinese names? -- The fluctuation in writing style gave me whiplash. Half the time we were meant to take it fully seriously, and half the time it read like young YA in its immaturity. I knew this was YA when I picked it up, and there is nothing wrong with that tone. But the back and forth between tones just added to the disorientation. -- Plot twists aren't supposed to confuse the reader. Shock, yes, but there's a big difference between, ‘Oh my god, I totally didn't see that coming' and 'What is going on? Where did that come from?' There were so many twists in this, right up to the end, but none of them felt like they were actually pushing the plot forward, just twisting it up - literally. I think this book would have been greatly improved if it was longer and written as an adult novel. Given space to explore and define the worldbuilding, time to get to know our characters and what makes them them, and time for us to understand what is worth fighting for and why in this world, I really think this novel had a chance to live up to what I thought it would be. A more mature novel would allow the deeper themes to be explored, and the lack of more ridiculous plot lines and painful-to-watch choices made by our teenage protagonist would make both immersion into and affection for the world much more within reach. I don't know if I'll read the sequel to this - I'm honestly surprised I got through this one. I was just so excited to see Chinese historical fantasy represented in a Western YA novel that I couldn't give up. Overall, I'm just really disappointed.

[jdgo51]

Indescribable: The Scoop on Skin and A Hairy Situation

Today's inspiration comes from:

Indescribable

by Louie Giglio

Editor’s note: Louie Giglio’s popular devotional for kids about God and science is so fascinating that adults are buying it for themselves! Packed with Scripture and fantastic data about everything from seahorses to stars to the depth of the ocean, this devotional is a page-turner. Enjoy this excerpt, and don't miss our great deal on the companion Indescribable Kids Activity Book - the perfect summer sidekick for your kids (or grandkids)!

"The Scoop on Skin"

"He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you can hide. His truth will be your shield and protection. — Psalm 91:4 NCV

There’s a lot more to your skin than meets the eye.

First of all, your skin is actually an organ — just like your heart, lungs, and kidneys. In fact, it’s the largest organ of your entire body. The average-sized person has 22 square feet of skin! That’s about the size of a small blanket. Skin comes in all different colors — all created by God using a pigment called melanin. Think of melanin like an artist would think about paint. The more melanin you have, the darker your skin. The less you have, the paler your skin.

Skin not only covers your bones and muscles, it also senses the environment around you and helps control your body’s temperature. Your skin sweats to cool you off when you get hot, and it closes up its pores to keep in the heat (think of goose bumps!) when you’re cold. But one of your skin’s most important jobs is to protect the rest of your body from injury and disease. It’s like a shield for your body.

And while your skin is the shield for your body, God is the shield for your heart, mind, spirit, and body. It’s easy to be afraid and anxious about the bad things that could happen in the world. But the Bible is filled with God’s promises to watch over and protect you, like this promise God gave in Psalm 18:30:

The Lord’s words are pure. He is a shield to those who trust Him.

And this one:

He is our help, our shield to protect us. — Psalm 33:20

And:

The Lord is my strength and shield. I trust Him, and He helps me. — Psalm 28:7

The list could go on and on. So when you’re scared or feeling threatened, run to God, and He’ll be your shield!

God, You are my rock, my protection, my Savior, and my shield. When times get tough, I’m so thankful You surround me and keep me safe.

Be Amazed

Here are some weird skin facts: Underneath all its fur, a polar bear’s skin is black. A rhinoceros’s skin can be almost 2 inches thick. And frogs? Their skin is really unique. Instead of drinking water through their mouths, they actually soak it in through their skin!

God knows each and every hair in each and every follicle! You might not be able to count them all, but He can.

A Hairy Situation

When five sparrows are sold, they cost only two pennies. But God does not forget any of them. Yes, God even knows how many hairs you have on your head. Don’t be afraid. You are worth much more than many sparrows. — Luke 12:6-7

Hair — it’s everywhere!

It’s on your head and on your skin. It makes up your eyebrows and your eyelashes. It even grows in your ears and in your nose! In fact, the only places hair doesn’t grow are on the palms of your hands, the bottoms of your feet, and your lips. Hair isn’t just for looks either. It has a purpose. The hair on your head helps keep you warm. Eyelashes keep dust and dirt out of your eyes, while eyebrows help keep the sweat and rain away — not to mention helping you look shocked and surprised! And those nose and ear hairs help keep germs, pollen, and other bits of stuff out of your body.

Hair grows out of a special organ under your skin called a follicle. The average person has 100,000 follicles on his head — and more than 5 million on the entire body. That’s a lot of hair! And

God knows each and every hair in each and every follicle! You might not be able to count them all, but He can. The Bible tells you so.

When you’re going through a tough time, especially if it’s a long, tough time, you may start to feel that God has forgotten you. But that’s not true. God could never forget you. Jesus said God knows what happens to every tiny bird in His world. And He loves you a lot more than any bird! When tough times come, God doesn’t forget you, and you’re not alone. God is always with you, even though you may not see it. Remember, the God who knows every hair on your head also knows exactly how to take care of you.

Lord, You know everything that happens in my life — even how many hairs are on my head! So I’ll always trust You to do what’s best for me.

Be Amazed

Hair is one of the main characteristics of mammals (and people are mammals too). In fact, all mammals have hair or fur. Even naked mole rats have tiny hairs on their feet!"

Excerpted with permission from Indescribable by Louie Giglio, copyright Louie Giglio.

[theprecuresystem]

I attended my first Official OTS today...

I've been attending Locals for a while, but my local store was hosting an Official Konami OTS tournament with an Official Konami judge. It was structured very differently from how Locals was, and took me a bit of time to get things set up.

We were told to arrive an hour early to fill out a special form - this form would detail our entire deck list. Each card had to be written exactly as named (including any punctuation or quotation marks), which meant no abbreviations would be allowed. For example, you can't write `Karakuri Gama` or `Karakuri Shirokunishi` to represent the frog tuner, you have to write `Karakuri Gama mdl 4624 "Shirokunishi"`, or the decklist won't be accepted. You may be forced to play a different card of the name you had written down, if one shares that name. (Superheavy Samurai Monk Big Benkei and Superheavy Samurai Big Benkei are good examples of this.)

Here's how the decklist form looked:

I decided to bring my Karakuri deck along and hope for the best - although it's not very meta, it can make good plays with the right hands... but that's part of the problem. It needs good hands.

Every hand I got this tournament, I either bricked incredibly hard, or my opponent had ways to stop every action I wanted to manage - droll & lock bird, ash blossom & joyous spring, infinite impermanence. It was a tough ride for those five rounds... my record went as such - Lose, Draw, Lose, Lose, Lose.

Even so, I still had fun! In the second match, I won the first game easily with my karakuri board actually getting set up - a naturia beast, two bureibu, and a therion king regulus... I managed to deal enough damage and win. The second game in that match, my opponent brought out a lyrilusc monster that inflicted the battle damage dealt to both of us - resulting in both of our lifepoints hitting 0 simultaneously. I lost the third game to time, and that entire second match becoming a draw was glorious.

I recall in match 3, my opponent was using Raidraptors, and managed to get over 9,000 damage towards me in one turn... I'm genuinely surprised that was possible in a single turn, but it allowed me to witness what other decks are capable of! I really enjoyed myself! I hope to attend more official events in the future...