#kind of pisses me off now that I'm older; cause it wasn't that I didn't like tae kwon do

[medicinemane]

So, back when I did tae kwon do, obviously broke boards during belt tests, and there's this one that my grandpa wrote "broke it on such and such date for such and such belt, see other board"

Except the other board says the exact same thing word for word including the see other board

Never quite figured out the thought process behind that specific pair of board pieces

[mattybstqrn]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝? - 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 

warnings: smut, cursing, hickies, unprotected s3x

this is my first time writing smut like this.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 (𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞) 𝐬𝐞𝐱 

                                       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝❞

Y/n Sturniolo is the older sister of the famous Sturniolo triplets.

Except she was famous before they were and moved to LA way before they did, where she decided to pursue her dreams of becoming a photographer.

She pursued her dreams and became a famous photographer; she photographed thousands of famous people, her brothers included. 

If they were famous, she had most likely taken pictures of them. For example, she took pictures of Sam and Colby, Jake Webber, Tara Yummy, The Kardashians, Selena Gomez, etc.

Some of them were for stores, merch and others but some of them were just for her Instagram.

She had also been taking pictures for movies and shows, but only part time, or she just stood around in case they needed some extra help.

Sam, Colby, Jake, Tara, Carrington etc. were all friends of hers that she met from her job, and they had been for quite some time. She had also taken some pictures for the dropout's podcast merchandise.

She had heard of Zach Justice and Jared Bailey, along with their ex-cohost Indiana Marasa. 

In fact, she had met Zach Justice and had been invited onto the podcast, since she was their photographer. 

The two really hit it off, but Zach's jokes left her flabbergasted, he had come up with them so fast, just on the spot, some of them felt as if he had just been waiting to use them for a while, they were just so weird, inappropriate, and funny. 

It was one of the reasons why she fell in love with him, and her reactions were one of the reasons that he had fell for her.

She had also become famous for uploading her amazing pictures on TikTok, twitter, etc. and for writing short stories. 

She wasn't a perfect writer, but she tried her best and people seemed to really like them. 

Y/n currently sat on the couch of her shared house, with her triplet brothers in LA. The four decided to buy a house together so they could all stay close in LA.

They combined their money and bought a huge house for the four of them. 

Y/n decided to text Zach.

Zach💖- Zach

Y/n Sturniolo - Y/n

Y/n Sturniolo Hey! *message delivered*

Y/n Sturniolo are u busy? y'know what just text me later

You look at your contact name and your kind of pissed. You and Zach have been dating for a few months now.

But you guys didn't tell anyone because you knew how overprotective your brothers were.

So, you guys decided to hide it and even though there was a heart next to him name, you did that with all of your guy friends, and you even told them that, so they didn't suspect anything.

You let out a soft sigh, you didn't want to blow up his phone, especially because you knew that he was most likely busy. 

So, you turn your phone off and watch tv for a few minutes, until you hear your phone ring. 

You pick it up to see a text from Zach.

Zach💖 I was busy but I'm not now. what's up?

Y/n Sturniolo you should come over no one's home😁

Zach💖 be there in 10! *Y/n Sturniolo hearted this message*

Y/n look down at your phone with a smile. 

Zach had been so busy recently that you rarely saw him, you heard from his almost every day, but you hadn't seen him for almost a month.

You then put your phone on the side table and turning your attention back to the tv with a smile as you waited for him to come and within 10 minutes he was here.

She jumped up from the couch when she heard the doorbell ring causing her dog, Bingo, who she's had since she was 21, to bark. 

"Bingo be quiet!" you exclaim; you open the door to reveal Zach standing there in his leather jacket and black jeans.

"See it's just Zach!" you tell your dog before engulfing Zach in a much-needed hug.

 You squeeze him into a tight hug. "I missed you," you exclaim pulling away to slap his shoulder.

"Oh, well I'm sorry that I have a life," he jokes causing you to once again slap him.

"Fuck you!" 

"Fuck me?" he questions with a teasing tone and a smirk.

"Sure," you squint at him, Zach then lifts you up, causing you to let out a yelp and wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you over to the couch with Bingo following after you.

Zach then body slams you onto the couch causing Bingo to bark, you shush him as Zach hovers over you with a small smile. 

"Where are your brothers?" he asks, "I don't know," you shrug.

"But I woke up and they were gone," you smile.

"Great soooo that means I can do this," he tells you before bringing you into a passionate kiss, you immediately kiss back smiling in the process.

Slowly dragging him down on top of you, he gently bites your lips causing you to smile once again. 

Zach then starts to take off his leather jacket, which you were fine with, but when he tried to take off his shirt you stop him.

"We can't." you tell him in a whisper, "What?" he questions confused.

"We're not allowed," you reply, "Not allowed? to have sex in your house...?" he asks trailing off in confusion.

"Not down here," you tell him with a small smile causing a huge smirk to grow across his lips. 

"Atta girl."

Zach then stands up, picks you up in the process, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving his leather jacket downstairs. 

Zach pushes your room door open not pulling away from your lips. 

He slams the door shut, before slamming your body onto your bed. 

Your lips move in sync, crashing like waves. 

The fiery feeling between your legs grew as he squeezes your hand while kissing you deeply.

You place your free hand on either side of his face as he brings your hand down gently pecking it before lifting his shirt over his head.

A smirk makes its way onto your face as you lean up to kiss him but just as you do your door slams open revealing Matt and Chris.

You jump away from him to see your brothers standing in your doorway with a disgusted look on their faces and Zach's leather jacket in hand.

Chris screams in disgust causing Bingo to start barking.

You mentally curse to yourself before asking, "What're you guys doing back home?"

"What are you two doing?" Chris asks disgust filling his tone. 

"None of your business!" you exclaim throwing a pillow at them because they ruined your moment.

"When were you gonna tell us that you two were dating?" Matt questions, raising his eyebrows.

"Uh, I don't know... never," you state with an obvious tone.

"Why not were your brothers?" Chris asks with a furious tone, "Because you act like this!" you shout in anger.

"Also, you guys are so overprotective," you add with sigh.

"Look... I don't care who you date," Matt says, "Me neither," Chris agrees with a nod, "Neither do I," Nick adds poking his head in the room causing you to smile.

"Just as long as he treats you right," Matt finishes, "Yes sir," Zach salutes causing you to roll your eyes.

"And as long as you guys don't have sex in the house," Chris adds on with a shrug, "Yeah because no one wants to hear that," Nick agrees with a tight-lipped smile.

"Get the fuck out!" you softly chuckle with an eye roll.

Nick was the first to get out, Matt following after.

"Just don't do anything, you know you're not allowed!" Chris tells you as you stand up push him out.

Snatching Zach's jacket, then slamming the door in his face with a fake smile before locking it as Chris yelled on the other side.

You then turn around to face Zach, "Were still doing it... right?" he questions, "Duh," you reply before throwing his jacket at him.

You then run over to Zach sliding across the floor to where he sat at the edge of your bed.

He pulls you into his lap bringing you into a kiss. 

You roughly kiss back as he interlocks his fingers with yours, squeezing your waist with the other.

A breathily moan leaves your lips at the tension.

You wanted him.

You needed him... 

Now. 

Right now.

You pull away and kiss down his neck leaving pink-Ish purple love bits.

 His head tilts back in pleasure giving you more room to do whatever you please.

You kiss down his neck all the way down his neck and to his collarbone, "Time to get rid of this," you mutter with a sigh referring to his shirt.

You help Zach pull his shirt off, you then kiss down his bare chest, slamming his body onto your bed with one hand before planting kisses all over his chest.

Letting your hands explore his body.

Zach moans in pleasure as you reach his pants slowly unbuttoning them, "Shh, we can't get caught," you whisper.

"Yes ma'am," he nods with a smirk.

You smile up at him gently licking your lips before sliding his pants off causing his dick to let loose.

Getting up to straddle his lap leaning down to kiss him until he roughly flipped you over, so you were under him, and he was on top.

"You just always have to be on top, don't ya?" 

"I just do it better," he smirks.

"I know," you sigh causing him to smile.

"You have too much on," he sighs, "Let's fix that," he smiles before practically tearing your clothes of and tossing them onto the floor leaving you in your underwear and bra.

"Still too much," he sighs in disappointment.

Zach then unclasped your bra and removed your underwear, "You're soaking wet, sweetheart," 

"Only for you," you state. 

"Your turn," you smile.

Zach hovers over you, quite literally on his knees for you, you slip out from underneath him and slowly remove his boxers.

You stare down at him before laying down ready for him to ruin you, but when he pauses staring down at you lean up.

"Zach. I need you." you whisper into his ear gently placing you hand on his dick.

And with that he became harder, you took matters into your own hands and began to go down on him, sucking his dick.

His moans grew louder and louder as he started coming. 

Swallowing it while glancing up at him.

Once he was done laid you down, "I'm gonna make you feel so good." he spoke before going down into your clit.

His tongue dancing inside your clit causing you to moan in pleasure.

You glance down at him before arching your back and moaning as his tongue went in as far as possible.

"Fuck," you moan, gripping the pillows beside your head.

Zach the pulls away teasing your clit with his finger before pulling away completely.

He then aligns himself up with you and then roughly entering your clit causing you to moan.

"Shh, or I'll stop."

you nod as he slowly pulls out, "Got it?" he questions, you nod once again. "I need words, baby."

"Y-yes," you stutter.

He then slowly slips his dick back into you before roughly thrusting in. Your back arches as you let out a quiet moan.

His thrusts speed up causing your moans to get louder, you reach for the nearest pillow and place it over your mouth as you start to cum.

"Fuck!" you loudly moan out into the pillow; Zach removes the pillow from your mouth wanting to hear you.

"Wait for me," he whispers, you hold yourself back waiting for him.

He leans down pressing a tender kiss to your lips, "I'm coming," he moans causing you to let go and cum with him as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Me too," you moan out in pleasure. 

Zach then pulls out throws himself down beside you, catching his breath as you caught yours.

You got yourself wrapped up in a blanket, glancing over at him.

Laying on his chest in silence.

"That was amazing," you breath out, "Tell me about it," he sighs with a nod before glancing down at you and wrapping you up in his arms.

"I love you," you announce with a sweet tone glancing up at him with pure love and passion.

"I love you too," he says smiling down at you and pressing a sweet and tender kiss to your forehead.

Cuddling into him and pressing a kiss to his neck.

[dialucidefender]

DiaLuci - Pregnant Lucifer headcanons

TW. Mpreg

I can admit that I like to write about mpreg. It is kinda comforting for me? Anyway, I have never thought about making obey me and mpreg work together but as I'm fixated on DiaLuci right now, I thought why not give it a try? (Now, should I ACTUALLY make it into a fanfic..?)

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• Satan would actually be the first one to know Lucifer is pregnant, since he is very knowledgeable even about pregnancy and this kind of stuff.

• With this, Lucifer was THE LAST ONE to find out he is pregnant (even Diavolo knew sooner than him) as Lucifer wasn't interested in pregnancy claiming he'll never be in one.

• Diavolo became overprotective of Lucifer because of it but even more a couple of weeks before his due date.

• After some time, it started to be annoying for Luci but he wasn't angry or anything because he understood why he was acting this way.

• Lucifer would have THE WORST morning sickness ever and he'd spend 1/3 of the day in toilet.

• He'd also have the weirdest food cravings at night and when he'd come to the kitchen, Beel would make him whatever food he wanted.

• Also he would've enjoyed Solomon's cooking at the time.

• Diavolo thought the baby could hear him so he tried not to say anything that a kid should not listen to and Lucifer thought it was adorable.

• Belphegor didn't believe that Lucifer was pregnant and so he almost pulled a prank on him that would be dangerous for the baby. Fortunately MC managed to stop him in time.

• After this, he apologized to Lucifer like 200 times even tho he said that he wasn't particularly mad at him.

• Almost every day, when Lucifer was asleep, Dia would put his hands on Lucifer's stomach and talk to the baby.

• One time Luci wasn't actually asleep and almost started crying when he heard what Diavolo was saying.

• Satan was really the only one among the brothers that started to care more about Lucifer's well-being. He knew that his older brother had a "tendency" to overwork himself so for the whole 9 months, Satan was making sure that Lucifer ate, slept properly and didn't strain himself too much cause it wouldn't be good for the baby.

• He also prohibited everyone from stressing Lucifer (that means no stupid actions, pranks or causing trouble).

• Leviathan took it so seriously that he didn't even want to talk with Lucifer, scared that he might say something wrong.

• Diavolo was so proud that on EVERY occasion he would mention that "he'll soon become a father" which was pissing Barbatos off but soon it became his excuse for forcing Diavolo to work.

• Immediately after finding out Lucifer is pregnant Asmo and MC went shopping and bought lots of baby girl clothes and accessories, only to find out it's a boy...

• Asmodeus was in fact really mad about it cause, if it was a girl, he wanted to dress her up in dresses and pretty pink clothes.

• Despise morning sickness and crazy food cravings at inhuman hours, Lucifer's mood swings wouldn't be so bad. He'd usually just become more clingy and attention-seeking.

• Only one time he started crying because he couldn't fit in his clothes.

• Mammon tried to cheer him up but ended up making Lucifer cry even more and in the end Diavolo and MC were the ones to calm him down.

• Afterwards, Mammon felt bad that he couldn't make Lucifer feel better but never admitted it.

• Simeon of course told Michael about the news. Luke says that Michael started crying but Simeon denies it (It's probably true but no one is actually sure if they were tears of joy or not).

• About a week before the due date, Lucifer started to feel even worse than for the whole pregnancy. He was even having a fever and bone pain.

• Everyone was really worried about him and his baby but especially Diavolo. Every day he was stressed out that something might happen when he's not with Lucifer.

• Fortunately the illness lasted only two days.

• Lucifer started to feel contractions at night with no one close enough to help him immediately but he managed to call Satan who fortunately wasn't asleep.

• Just a couple of hours later, Lucifer gave birth to a healthy baby boy.

• The one to help Lucifer deliver the baby was Simeon, since Diavolo didn't trust anyone else.

• Diavolo couldn't stop crying from joy when he saw Lucifer holding their son. Everyone stated that this was actually the first time they saw Diavolo cry (including Barbatos).

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So that is kinda all. Maybe I'll do part 2 if I have more ideas but I don't know. Hope yall enjoy!!!

[stillfrownyclownlol]

Just a thing with Aidlyn, he's a little obsessive here tho, so...be warned ":>

They're a bit older, enough to drive/get a driver's license.

Aiden took a long, deep drag of his cigarette, the fumes burning his throat, before letting the smoke billow out of the corners of his mouth, like a dragon, the heat a warning of something worse to come. Of course, it was disgusting. It was rare for him not to find himself disgusting.

Epinephrine

"That's disgusting."

He'd quit, if she asked. But she hadn't used those specific words yet, so. "I know."

Ash tucked a bright red tendril of hair behind her ear- God, he loved her hair, he had a lock of it home, but, she didn't need to know that- while sighing. "So, what? You just came on my porch to smoke like an asshole?"

He let himself frown at that. It was a strange, awkward motion that felt wrong on his face, but, he was trying to be more honest with his emotions around her, because she didn't like his 'mask', as she had bluntly put it. "You weren't picking up my calls."

She groaned, putting her fingers to her temple and the bridge of her nose. It was a gesture he saw a lot of, especially directed at him. His mother, disappointed. His dad, frustrated. Ben, irritated. And now, Ashlyn as well.

What am I doing wrong? Why can't I get it right? What do you want, and how can I give it to you?

"I didn't pick up because I was upset with you."

Duh. He wasn't that stupid.

"I'm sorry. Again." He meant it, too. He was so fucking sorry all the time. He knew he was...difficult, to handle. But he didn't know any other way of being. She was a goddamned Saint for putting up with him, honestly. He genuinely wanted to kill himself whenever she was mad at him. Why even live if she wasn't going to be around him?

St. Ashlyn of Alto, Patron of Patience and Fuck Ups.

For some reason, his apology seemed to have the opposite effect it had intended. "Sorry? Are you joking right now?

It would be a lousy fucking joke if he was. "I'm serious, I'm sorry. I...I messed up- again. I just...I don't know-"

Ash crossed her arms, and he thought for a second how unfair it was that she still looked so pretty when she was so pissed off at him. "Aiden, you can't just go on joyrides after a binge! You could've killed someone!"

He took another drag, his jaw clenching painfully.

"You- You could've killed yourself." There was a note of desperation in her tone, one he was intimately familiar with. She loved him. He could hear it in the nervous tremor in her voice whenever that desperation spilt into her words. His heart skipped a beat, went all aflutter, something sufficiently ridiculous and enamoured.

He did a lot of things that could get himself killed.

It was always just for fun. But nothing beat the high he felt when she looked at him with those eyes, wide and pleading. Adoring. For a few, heartache inducing seconds, it almost seemed to him that she loved him the way he loved her.

But always after, she pulled away. Cold and guarded like when they'd first met. It was horrible, if that look was like hitting a high, that cold-shoulder was like the worst kind of crash. Worse than a hangover, worse than detoxing, worse than any pain he'd gone through in his life.

The closest word he could compare it to was soul-crushing. And even then, he didn't think it quite measured up to how he felt.

"Forgive me, please." Abruptly, he pulled her into his arms, sinking his nose into her hair. She smelled nice, he didn't know like what exactly, but it was nice.

He felt her body stiffen uncomfortably for a moment, before relaxing into his touch, a long, drawn-out sigh escaping her lips. It was a tired sigh, the sigh of somebody burdened heavily, but completely resigned. "...Give me some time."

But she still wrapped her hands around his waist, and already warmth rushed through his veins, her fingers causing goosebumps to rise over his skin. A shiver crawled slowly up his spine, both delighted and disturbed. He hugged her a little tighter, dug his nails into the fabric of her shirt, like she'd slip through his hands if he wasn't careful.

She will, if you aren't careful. Get it together.

"We have all the time in the world," he murmured, soft and still, but he knew she would hear him.

She leaned up towards him, balancing gracefully on the tip of her toes, and fixed him with a hard, angry stare. "Seriously, if you do that again, I'll kill you myself."

His heart stuttered, erratic and unsteady. He thought of her pinning him to the cold ground, a knife to his throat, her eyes as dark as the sky above them. And she looked beautiful back-lit by the stars, the blade gleaming.

You could. You could, and I would let you.

"I'll behave, scout's honor." He crossed an X over his heart and cracked a smile at her. To his relief, she smiled back at him.

(Well, it wasn't really a smile, but at least she wasn't scowling anymore.)

"I doubt it," she answered, but there was no malice in her voice. Only something ironic.

"Maybe I need an incentive?" He was probably pushing his luck, but it didn't hurt to try-

Ash looked at him strangely, in a way he couldn't read. "...Alright."

She rested her hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards her, their mouths meeting clumsily, uncoordinated. Inexplicably, she tasted like candy.

Heart palpitations. Arrhythmia. Dizziness. Accelerated breathing. What are these the symptoms of?

He kissed her a little more forcefully, a gnawing hunger growing in the pit of his stomach, and he waited for the sugar-rush to hit him.

[two-white-butterflies]

WAITING FOR A BUS

I'm a traveling man straight from a can, I'm a thousand miles away from my number one fan.

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Daemon Targaryen x Reader (MODERN)

Description: A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targaryen, who is your boyfriend's estranged uncle.

It doesn't help with the fact that you've been having dreams about him since birth.

TW: MENTIONS OF PAST NON-CON, SEXISM, TALKING DOWN ON WOMEN.

masterlist | chapter seven

credits to vera-kozhemiakina for the picture.

Daemon's house was strangely beautiful — though his aesthetics remained dark and melancholy, it was an opposite to the exterior of his house, it was covered with light and flowers. Your grip on Aemond's hand tightened, feeling out of place in the big mansion. His other hand reached for the door-knob, opening the heavy doors with ease. Everyone was gathered in the living room, seemingly sharing stories about each other's lives.

"(Your name), you look amazing!" Harwin complimented while holding a tray of cookies in his hands. He was wearing his 'househusband' apron, which told you that cooking wasn't done yet. "I brought some wine," you raised your hand a little bit, showing him the bottle of wine on your hand. He placed the cookies down on the coffee-table. He gently tapped Rhaenyra's back, motioning for her to take a bite — but his wife seemed to be focused on Alicent's story.

Aemond's hand finds itself on your waist again. He gives you a soft smile, and he takes the wine out of your hand. "I'll put this in the kitchen, you should talk with the ladies while I do that." he suggested and you nod, quickly finding your way beside Helaena.

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His uncle carried an aura that always pissed Aemond off. He's only been in Daemon's house once, but it was enough to give him a migraine. He places the wine loudly on the counter, interrupting the conversation between Laenor and Daemon. "Aemond," the man responded bitterly while taking a taste of his wine.

"Rogue Prince," Aemond replied with an icy eye that was narrowed slant in anger. "Don't make this dinner complicated. You might just regret it." he warns, turning his eye to meet Daemon's. He was a little taken aback by his uncle's expression. How long has it been? A thousand years since they've fought, he almost forgot how rabid the man could get. Daemon's eyes were those of a wild-hound, staring at his nephew from his feet to his head.

"What do you mean by that?" the man challenged, placing his glass on the sink. Daemon takes a deep breath, and he tries to calm his anger. A single strike from his fist would deem the man incapable of thought, but he was better than that — he could cause more pain with his words. "What do you want from her?" he asks, feeling his body tighten with every word.

"Uncle, you're doing too much. Calm down." the man smirked while crossing his arms, his eyes didn't take a second off the older man. "She doesn't even remember who you are. She loves me more." he taunted feeling venom leak from his every word.

Daemon clenches his fist, but he does well to hide his anger. "You are unsure. I can't blame you, nephew — eternal love cannot be broken by a charlatan, though you may try." the man decides with that answer for now, but he intends to add on it in the future. He doesn't understand what kindness you see inside of Aemond. His nephew was stupid and immature, not even reaching half of his prowess.

Aemond laughs loudly, his voice vibrated through the room. His mind flashes back to you in the past. Hands tied on the bed-frame, eyes flowing with tears and begging for death. Now that was eternal love. Relationships can only form when death is an element.

"You are lucky to have died before she got captured." he chuckled to himself while opening the wine-bottle with a sharp knife. "I'm sure that you couldn't have saved her from me." he added with a smirk, before turning his back on Daemon.

Before he could take another step outside of the kitchen, Daemon's fist already made contact with his body.

'How dare he?' Daemon thought as he continued punching his nephew. Aemond deflected a few of his punches, but he suffered more in return. The boy might've studied martial arts, but Daemon was a trained soldier. Daemon was supposed to land another blow, but Laenor pulled him away quickly — fearing that the family would see Aemond's marks.

Aemond laughed again, spitting blood on the floor. "You may hurt me, but you'll never change what happened." he taunted once more, feeling the wine spill on the floor. Daemon breaks free from Laenor's hold, and he pins the younger man to the wall. "What did you do you little bitch?" he cursed feeling dark-blood pump through his veins. His anger saved you. But his anger could also murder his nephew.

"You should've seen her, Daemon. She and her sister were pathetic." he laughs and another punch landed on his face. It was Harwin Strong who just walked in scene. Harwin remembers you — his bastard sister's sister, a childhood friend that treated him like a brother. He loved you. He was family. Aemond falls to the floor, unconscious.

"You fucking idiots," Laenor cursed while staring at the boy's beaten down body. "This is why I fucking hate men," he cursed to himself while running his fingers down his hair. "You've finally done it. You killed someone." he yells at Daemon while staring at the blood-stained floor.

Daemon's eyes widened and he points in Harwin's direction. "I didn't give him that hard punch, Harwin did!" he argued while staring at the boy's body too. Harwin kneels down on the floor, reaching for Aemond's neck. "Bad news, there's a pulse." he stood up, wiping the blood in his apron. It wasn't his intention to knock the boy out, but he did mean to maim him permanently.

"That's not a bad fucking news," Laenor rolled his eyes while peeking through the door. Good. You were still talking to the family. He reaches for the doorknob, and he locks the door properly. "How are we going to wake him up? We have dinner in an hour?" he cursed mentally, hearing the doorbell ring on the other side of the house.

"That's probably Aegon — he's watching the kids. Under no circumstance is he allowed to see this." Harwin mumbles while monitoring the cctv camera from his phone. "Hey!" Daemon glared at the man, seeing another person have access to his personal camera. "Shut up," Laenor rolled his eyes while staring at Harwin's phone. The man was right. It was Aegon and he was heading right to the kitchen.

Aegon knocks on the door. He was whistling a soft tune, and a smile was etched on his face. "Not the right time, Egg." Harwin yells out, trying to mask his nervousness. "Uhh okay, but one of the kids peed in their diapers." he reported while looking back at the crying kids behind him. "My youngest son is in tenth-grade, I think that's one of yours." Harwin replied with an eye-roll, and the man walks away again — realizing that it was in fact, Jahaerys.

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Aemond has been gone for quite a while. You couldn't think of anything else except his well-being.

HONEYBUNCHSUGARPLUM🫦 4:29PM Aem, where tf r u?

Alicent peers through your shoulder, fighting back a small chuckle. "Don't worry, darling. He's probably kept in the kitchen." she comforted, pressing a soft hand on your shoulder. You smile for a bit, before remembering that he had no cooking skills.

"Yeah, in our family it's mostly the men who cook." Rhaenyra adds while combing through Jahaera's hair. She always wanted a daughter of her own, but after her recent miscarriage — she and her boyfriend never tried for another baby again. "Well, you'll find me cooking in our house more often." you attempt to stand up, feeling your phone buzz slightly.

ThomasDee_Targ69 4:43PM Do me a favor and don't go inside the kitchen.

Your eyebrows furrowed. What were they doing?

Helaena talks for the first time this evening. "They're probably making a nice surprise for the kids," she gave you a small smile, before returning back to stitching. You decided in that very moment, that you liked Helaena. She was put-together, and it was rare to see a child of 17 do that.

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Harwin remained squatted on the floor, his hands were pressed to his chin as he attempted to create a worthy alibi. "Sherlock, you better save our asses." Laenor cursed, already down to his seventh glass of wine. He was clearly panicked with the idea of killing someone. Daemon couldn't resist a chuckle, remembering the enemies that Laenor used to slay.

"I can't think with you yelling, Watson." the man spat, returning back to his thoughts. Daemon assumed that there would be more bad-blood between them, but there was happily none. They acted like an old married couple most of the time. "We've been here for thirty-fucking minutes, he could have a concussion." he laid out while taking another sip of his wine. Laenor needed something stronger. Tequila or vodka? Anything that would take his mind off the situation.

"He doesn't." Daemon piped, knowing the first signs of a concussion. Laenor rolled his eyes again, "How do you know that? Harwin has the hand of a fucking bull." he cursed again and Harwin raised his fist, showing that his hand was indeed big. "This big fucking hand is about to meet your face if you don't shut up." he threatened, earning a chuckle from Daemon.

"I have a plan." Harwin tilted his head. "I'll carry this S.O.B up to the guest room, until he wakes up. Make sure that they are all distracted." he explained and Daemon nodded. The plan was a little faulty, but he could feign innocence if they were ever caught.

"What does S.O.B mean?" Daemon frowned, and Harwin looked at the both of them. "Son of a bitch." he replied, watching as both of the man cringed.

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tags: @namelesslosers @immyowndefender @ammo2022 @perihelioneclipse @gracielikegrapes

[callsignbaphomet]

TranslucentTB and the Better Matchmaking mod are pissing me the fuck off so I'm gonna talk about cute things.

So when Loke reached Skyrim he barely left the house, he was a mess but above all scared and trying to juggle between processing everything that happened, the fact that he now has a 4 month old and that there are people after said 4 month old and he's injured.

I'll explain what happened in Hammerfell in another post.

For a year Loke didn't interact with anyone and despite his neighbors, a dark elf woman and her Argonian wife, trying to at least introduce themselves he kept them at arm's length. He was paranoid that anyone could be a sell sword working for Iain and trying to kill his baby sibling.

I'm being ambiguous about the gender 'cause Jela was born a girl and had a different name; don't wanna overpack this with semi unrelated stuff. He didn't start switching over to male until he was around 4 or 5. But regardless I'll still refer to him as Jelani even before he was 4.

So like I was saying, for a year Loke just barricaded himself in the house until one night one of the neighbors' kids came down with a bad case of Ataxia and had no potions.

Loke had studied under his mom and by the time he was a teenager he was assisting his mom and as an adult he was a healer working alongside his mother. She also taught him about poisons and venoms (this bit of lore is because of an accident in game on my part lmao). So both women went to Loke and asked for help for their kid and Loke obviously helped. As the kid recovered Loke and the dark elf and Argonian sat down to talk and that's when they learned that it wasn't just Loke living by himself. He got nervous and said that that was his daughter and from there fabricated this whole story about how he and his partner lived in Markarth and they'd died shortly after their daughter was born and Loke moved to start over. He felt shitty about lying but he did it to protect himself and his baby sibling but from then on Lo befriended the two women and they actually helped spread the word that Lo's a healer and given the location it was ideal since most people living in the area were far from towns and cities that had apothecaries making Loke the closest thing.

Several months later Loke is infected with lycanthropy and the day after his first full moon he met Trevor (a fellow werewolf and a Redguard. Ngl Trev made him feel homesick), and the most beautiful orc he'd ever seen. He was instantly smitten and kept coming back to the Lavender Lounge, not only because it was safe but because he befriended Trevor and he was teaching him all there was about being a werewolf and how to navigate life as one too. More importantly he'd get to see and talk to that beautiful orc that owned the lounge. For weeks Uthorim and Loke talked and Uth flirted with him but Loke can't tell when someone's flirting with him...hell, he doesn't even know how to flirt honestly speaking. It wasn't until Trevor outright told him what Uth was doing which caught him by surprise since he didn't think someone like Uthorim would be interested in some scruffy thing like him. Nevertheless some months pass and Loke is pretty much head over heels in love with him.

Here's the thing. Lo had mentioned he had a child and he kind of didn't know what to tell Uthorim, he wanted to tell him the truth but part of him wanted to keep up the lie to protect Jelani. He chose to trust Uth and told him the entire truth but asked him to keep up the lie which he did. At that point Jelani almost 8 months old and Loke had introduced him to Uthorim. Cue adorable shenanigans with Lo raising Jela and Uth helping out too. Also cue Loke losing his absolute shit when Jela said his first word at 8 months. The man turned into a puddle of tears.

So Uth is there to see Jelani's first few things and saw him get a little older and as a toddler (that age that babies just grab whatever's within reach) whenever Uth would carry him around he'd grab onto Uth's tusks and make squeaky sounds. He loved playing with Uthorim and whenever he was in Loke's arms he'd fall asleep while cuddling him.

There's onviously more as Jela gets older but I'll cover that later.

[hel-phoenyx]

26) Doctor's visit/Sad eyes

I am a lot of things.

I am head of the Frosilaen dynasty.

I am Queen of the Divine Mandate.

I am the one that held her grounds against a Worm.

I am the woman that fought against a god trying to incarnate.

I am the cultist that lost faith and gave back a world to people I once hated.

I am the one who almost reached the end of the Tournament of Glory while being old and weakened.

I am the one that looked God in the eyes and told Them to fuck off.

I am Lina Frosilaen.

People call me the Feline Queen, the Last Fortress, the Striker. All of those are true. I am a cat, I held my grounds, and I always, always, strike first.

But today, I am only a woman lying down in a bed, some kind of nursery bed, while a man in a white blouse is turning around me like a nervous cat. That man is the head doctor of the Mandatian palace. He is also my husband, and the father of my children.

And boy is he pissed.

"What the hell were you thinking, Lina ?! Running away without anyone knowing to none other place than the fucking Tournament for Glory ? You could have been killed !"

I roll my eyes. It's always like this. It's been like this since I was thirteen. Today, I am older than eighty. Not dying anytime soon, even if I do admit my body is failing me. My last adversary, I could have gotten him. Or not. He's evenly matched. Who knows.

It's been like this since I met him, but it still annoys me.

"Calm your tits, Baku, I was not here without supervision, Selene was here and she could have patched me up in a minute. Well, using a lot of my life force, no doubt, but people die at one point or another."

Except him, as young as he was when I gifted him that dagger. As young as he was when he put the wedding ring on my fingers. I look like I'm forty, maybe fifty now ; he's as immaculate as the first day.

People born recently joke on our apparent age difference. It's true, we do look like we have decades between us. The truth is, however, than even though I am the oldest, he follows me three years behind.

His pained look stays the same.

"Lina, I do not want to see your life end prematurely, nor do I wanna see your lifeless body again. If Chiara wasn't here that day..."

He's right. Thymos killed me. Chiara used her powers to bring me back. That I remember.

He doesn't remember she died in my place. That Death brought her back to help through the Beyond, and They cristallized their ressurection to reward me for not dying, and reaching Her.

There's not a lot of people that remember death.

I sigh.

"Baku, com'on, do you really believe one of this fuckers would manage to harm me ?"

"Well, SOMEONE did."

"And he left me alive when I forfeited. I didn't wanna reach the end, anyway. I already got my destiny."

The Tournament of Glory, for many youngsters, is the place where everyone can try and reach a glorious destiny between the hands of War herself. For me, it's just a way to see if I am still the hero they all pray for. I already got my glorious destiny. Plus, don't wanna fight my daughter-in-law. That's for the younglings that haven't lived a lot.

Baku is patching me up. We're alone in this tent and I want to do a little joke about other ways to patch me up ; not that he would care, and it proves I am in good health despite the wounds. But his eyes look so sad, so pained, I can't do that.

So I let him bandage my wounds in silence.

A silence he ends up breaking, after a long while.

"You used your Berserker form."

Oh.

So that's the cause of his anguish.

"Well, needed to put up a good fight."

"You know how I feel about pushing your Domain to the extreme."

I know. Baku thinks those powers are too much for my body. Maybe they are, since until a not so recent date, using that form always brought me to coma. But I know how to control them now. That was both an effort from my part, and a present from Them.

I remember when I was about twenty-five. The look in the eyes of the one that would become my most trusted advisor, one of my best friends, when I transformed for the first time in front of him. My magic has always been there, it sounded so natural, so normal ; apparently it wasn't.

Apparently it's an heritage from my father. A peculiar form of the Infinite Domain that lets me assume the form of every species I could have been. Limited to non-intelligent ones, because I am no changeling.

Mairù says it's a combo between the Infinite Domain from the old fucker, my Traveller blood and the human part I got from the woman that would have been my mother.

The Berserker is a problem because it is not a species per se. It's a vision of what I would have been if I was, myself, devoid of everything but pure, animal fighting instinct. That's why my body can't bear it, according to Crow. Because it is supposed to be outside my limits.

I don't care about all those magical chit-chat. I am me, I am my powers, I am my physical strenght and speed, I am my love for my spouses and children. I am Lina Frosilaen.

Baku and I only see the harm that form brings me.

"I know."

"Then why did you use it ?"

"Because it may come a day when I will be forced to do so. I need to train so that day, it won't cause me any harm."

He smiles. His eyes are still sad.

"You've done enough for this world, Lina."

"Never enough for you."

My wedding ring is bruning around my thumb.

His wedding ring. From a world where I wasn't enough.

Something is caressing my cheek. Wet, a little rough, the hands of a doctor. Yet, so soft, so warm.

"You've done all I ever wanted by just existing."

Sadness still glimmers in his iced blue eyes, and yet I see behind the light of pure, unalterable love. Those eyes that made me fall for the teen he was despite our fights and his black magic problems, the eyes that never, ever, ever, looked upon me and saw a stranger.

He's here.

It's all I've ever wanted, too.

[wildfire317]

Okay so there is something that has been bugging me lately and has been pissing me off more and more lately and i need someone to explain it to me like I'm five because I don't get it.

So my mother is buddhist and she has been trying to subtly get me to be buddhist since i was a toddler and i have never been interested in it or any more common beliefs (ive always had more interest in more pagan beliefs) : but what is bugging me about buddhism specifically is a very specific part of their idea of karma. Now i understand if you do something in your "current" life and it has an effect on you or your life in the future, what I'm not understanding is; Why do they believe that what "you" did in "your past life" which is to say what someone else in the past did also ends up effecting "the next life" or more accurately you even though you as you are don't remember what "the past life"/other person did and thus can't really learn anything from it, especially when it comes to the negative things? I say especially the negative things because whenever i would complain to my mother about a bully or some asshole at work looking for comfort she would go "oh thats just your past life karma, your past life did something so you deserve it" in semi-different words but when something good happened its maybe just "oh good job" if anything (for reference im never genuinely an asshole to someone unless they start it and they deserve it, and the only time i could be considered to have bullied someone was a so-called "friend" tricked me into it but because I genuinely didn't understand what she was trying to get me to do i just offered outfit ideas that i thought would be helpful and stopped and genuinely asked what was wrong when i saw the person my so-called "friend" was picking on was upset and was bamboozled when i finally realized and stopped hanging out with them) and it kind of reminds me of the time when my older sister stole money out of my mothers purse but my mother blamed me because i was the one who happened to be in the room when she discovered the money was missing. It feels exactly like someone else did something bad but I'm the one who is taking the blame and receiving punishment for something I didn't do or know anything about and couldn't have done anything about. And supposedly I'm supposed to learn something from it, but how tf am i supposed to learn anything? Like if this is the consequence of something "my past life"/someone else did why wasn't it dealt with then? To quote Nny from the johnny the homicidal maniac comics by jhonan vasquese: Its like getting the answer to a question i dont remember even asking. Especially since I'm someone who constantly over thinks and frequently uses my common sense (though I'll admit i need to work on social cues) and i realize that every choice has consequence sometimes good, sometimes bad, often times both. I don't need to be taught "hey don't hurt people because it's wrong and you wouldn't like it if it were the other way around and it will most likely come back to bite you in the future" because to me its obvious.

Sorry for the rant but its been bugging me for an eternity. So for the general question; how is someone supposed to learn from the karma brought on them by the "past life" they don't even remember? Please explain it to me like im five if you actually have answers because im not even kidding this has been annoying me for so long.

Update of the future: So apparently, the "buddhist" group my mother follows is a branch of a buddhism-based cult originating in japan (and is technically illegal there), i don't remember the name of it at the moment but it may explain why this has never made sense to me especially when combined with my apparent autism causing me to have a strong sense of justice which apparently karma is not the same thing as?

[katefoxblog]

My Very Short Beach/Fall Break Trip(2024)

So today i just got back from my surprisingly short beach trip for this year's fall break and it was a short experience. We left near noon on the 21st of this month and arrived near late afternoon.

Of course the beach was nice for the four(Technically 3 or 2) days we were there and i of curse got many shells and some pretty nice pictures(Which will of course bee seen in this blog and my upcoming video).

9/21/2024 - Day 1

A repeat of hat i just said, and after that, it was night. I was just drawing in my sketch book because i did not bring my computer or drawing tablet with me(I didn't want to go through unplugging them and then having to set everything back up when we got back home...). Something i was doing tho was having the paper i was drawing on, be touching the table for i did not want the alcohol markers that i use o stain the paper under the drawing.

Sadly this stained a bit of the table and i freaked out a bit(Mostly had an internal freak out that could thankfully not be seen) and tried to clean it off with a wet paper towel, this did not work. Eventually my parents noticed and my mom was pissed because she thought that we would have to buy a new table and stuff like that. But thankfully after looking up ways to remove alcohol marker stains, it recommended toothpaste and it worked thankfully.

But, during the cleaning process my mo0m was still mad at me and saying that she is "Tired of babying me" and "How i should've not done something so stupid" and stuff like that. But then she said one thing that i will always remember no matter what;

"I could punch you right now."

Now, obviously this shit took me and my dad a back and then my mom and dad started to argue and I'm left sitting in a chair, scared that i might have caused a fracture in my parents' marriage. And here is the thing, my mom is not a violent person, she is a peaceful person 99% of the time(I say 99% because the other 1% are her "moments"), so when she said this to me, i was just...Shocked, violently surprise she would say that to her own child.

9/22/2024 - Day 2

For a decent proportion of the day i slept in, waking up somewhere around 12pm and mostly staying inside to draw because good lordy it was hot as fuck out(Because note, we were at IRL Jurassic Park, aka, Florida, the place where my ass was born/forged in). And thankfully my mom apologized for the other night and i forgave her...But i would never forget that moment.

Anyways, this day wasn't that eventful, it was mostly just me staying inside and only going out once to get sea shells and a souvenir in the form of a water bottle holding sand and seas water in it(Yeah i know it's not the most appealing thing to look at but hey, not everything on this planet is completely clean, or nice to look at).

9/23/2024 - Day 3/Pre-Final Day

This was unknowingly the last day/pre-final day at the beach, why? Well it's because there was soon gonna be a hurricane coming soon and obviously, they are dangerous, so my parents were figuring out when we would have to leave(Originally we were supposed to leave on Thursday, but it was then changed to Wednesday, which just so happens to be today!).

On this day i mostly stayed inside and we then later went to this restaurant where we had to wait an hour to be seated(The place did seem to be a bit busy to be fair) and while we waited i got a root beer and mountain taffy from this gas station that happened to be a part of the restaurant(The ironic thing about the mountain taffy being at the beach was quite funny and i was kind of surprised they didn't call it "Beach Taffy" or something).

My parents had oysters and fried mushrooms as servings which was gross to my older sister since she could see the slime from the oysters. Thankfully our food came and i had a cheese burger and fries and HOLY FUCK they were delicious! Mean while my younger sister just had 6 shrimp(There was this whole thing of how she wasn't hungry and stuff like that and after she was done, she was mysteriously hungry and wanted my older sister's fries 🤦).

After this, we went back to the condo we were staying at and played some uno. After all of that and everyone went to bed, i stayed up for a little bit and then went to sleep on the quite comfortable couch.

9/24/2024 - Day 4/Final Day

I woke to my family starting to get things packed up for i discovered that the owner of the condo and seeming several others were ordered to evacuate non-residents(Basically, people who didn't live there) because of the upcoming hurricane. So we got everything packed up and begun the drive home, of course making a few stops and getting some chic fil a dinner(I highly recommend getting a chicken sandwich and mac'n'cheese and putting some mac'n'cheese on the chicken sandwich, it's so good~!).

We then arrived home where i went down to my room(My room is in the basement and the basement is thankfully one of those nice basements and not one of those creepy clown-sex offender basements you'd see in every horror movie ever) and took a shit so fat it would make CaseOh look anorexic then took the family dog on a walk(Because after 5+ hours in a car, my legs needed the movement).

Now it's currently 12 in the morning on September 25th, 2024 and i have just posted my video showing all of the images i took and i will soon be posting some art and another video related to something i happened to make during my trip.

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All Pictures -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gS5eMVg1aEQ

[whisperedinmydreams]

Don't spoil my birthday

I don't know what's going on but my dreams are sad, dark and violent right now.

This one was very chaotic but it was mainly about my birthday. I was in a big city that I didn't know, and Nick said we were going out to celebrate. He had to do some stuff in the day but would meet me at the hotel later.

I had to entertain myself, but felt really depressed and so didn't really do much. I wandered around the city, having not showered, and not feeling very birthday.

I messaged a friend, Jnr, to see if anyone else was coming and they were all busy on a big project. I popped in there, and it was in a skyscraper with my old company which made me feel uncomfortable about who I would see.

One of the designers, Lea, had taken to being a beauty therapist of a very sophisticated kind and was annoyed that there were sex workers in the same building. She was really frustrated at being confused for them. It was awkward for me because I knew some of them.

I started chatted to my friend Ed, and they were scanning eyes to create landscapes from the stories within them. My eye was scanned, and as we zoomed deeper and deeper into it, people revealed themselves on my iris. It was like a Dali landscape dotted with people from my life, but unhinged surreal versions of themselves. I didn't like it so walked away.

The whole vibe of the city was like Gotham Vs Canary Wharf: big, shiny, and new, with canals and bridges everywhere, but also foggy, dark, REALLY off key, and all the people rushing not to be seen or outside. The mood was threatening.

Why were we here? Why did we stay in this place that wasn't safe? Even if it looked nice and had nice things, why were we doing this to ourselves?

I went back to the hotel, realising that I'd not showered and felt horrible. I bumped into Nick somewhere and there had been some confusion about my present... The vouchers weren't from him they were for him and so I couldn't have them. That upset me more.

By the time I reached our suite I felt horrible and was alone. Things couldn't feel worse. And I opened the door to see three guys clearing out our things into suitcases to steal them.

I ran over, leapt onto one of them to try to get him to stop. One guy ran out really quickly, and the third lingered by the exit for his friend.

I knocked out the one I had, and went to the door and convinced the third guy to come in to help his friend. I said if they left everything I'd just let them go.

I didn't.

He came in, and I dragged him by his ears and sat them both on the edge of the bed. But not the top of the bed. I'd lifted up the ottoman style base and sat them in there. Jnr (who has apparently turned up) was helping me get my tools ready and we were all set up. I'd had enough.

I told the men not to cry, not to piss themselves, not to fall asleep and to stay sat-up. Anything they did other than answer my questions and be still would be bad for them.

They were crying, with snot running down their faces. I definitely didn't recognise them. They were just random guys - one blond, white, with a kind of short bowl cut. He was slim and tall. Maybe in his early 20s. The other was pale brown skinned, with a shaved head, rounder face and stockier build. A little older than the other guy.

At this point a movie montage began, of what would happen to them. Strung up on chains bolted onto their back and arms, fed their own shit, having small areas of skin taken off, their fingers broken. All things which would cause extreme pain and not kill.

I had to wake up at this point, because the level of strange was getting too much. With last night and tonight they've not felt like nightmares either. They've been uncomfortable, yes, but not having the panic of a nightmare. Because I'm the nightmare monster, and everyone else was panicking.

I would like these dreams to stop now. This isn't a healthy habit for any brain.

[didiwaffles]

what kind of trauma did you give eva eyes emoji

*rubbing hands* I hope you know what you're getting yourself into hehe

(I have to put it under read more cause I um.. I'm insane about her okay qmq)

To answer this question, I first have to lay out who exactly Eva is.

And it's not about how she's Devi's daughter or how she's a genius child or anything that simple.

At that point in time, Eva was reborn, for the second time to be precise. Whatever Devi is doing out there, concerns Eva little, all she cares about is that she's stuck inside a child's body again. I mean, not like she has to, she does enjoy it quite a bit. Especially after she got rid of the trauma that made her live in anxiety and was messing with her enjoyment of life.

She does remember her past, and her past was not a short lived one by any means. She's seen some shit. Well, "seen" isn't quite the word if we talk about Eva. I must mention here that her past trauma is connected to the fact that she had to live deprived of eyes and ears for millions of years. So, she didn't exactly "see" shit, but definitely witnessed some, and experienced quite some.

After being reborn this time, past memories didn't flood her head immediately, instead she developed as a normal child until she was about 8 months old when she regained her conscience. From then on her memories slowly were coming back to her, with the intention of fixing her trauma as it comes back to her in pieces (and not how it happened the last time). But once she got her conscience, being in a body of a literal toddler was making her furious. Things that she knew how to do, simplest things like speaking or writing, her body would refuse to collaborate on. So, being pissed off over this, she used her powers (that she inherited from her parents, them being the most powerful beings in existence) to mature herself a bit. So at this point, she's under one year old, but she looks older and has a great coordination between her mind and body, which quickly made her stronger than many adults. And being able to speak now, she only helped Devi get rid of her trauma.

But you didn't ask me about what trauma I got rid her of, did you? No, you sadistic creatura of tumblr dot com want to know what new trauma she got! Well, let's get into it then.

Although Eva is aware that the person who was the reason behind all her problems, and the chains of anxiety that were binding her were completely destroyed, it lingered deep inside, and it turned out was extremely easy to rekindle.

It happened when Eva traveled alongside Devi, and Devi had to fight someone. That didn't concern Eva much, as she knew her mother was doing that all the time and it was just a boring routine for her at this point. But this time something else happened. Learned that Eva is Devi's daughter, the guy Devi was fighting decided he could use Eva to corner Devi. He trapped Eva inside a bubble filled with water. That didn't alarm either Eva or Devi, both of them knew that something that pathetic had no real danger for Eva, and she could get out whenever she could. Until the water turned into acid.

Devi didn't notice it immediately, but Eva did. The acid couldn't really harm her if she wasn't literally submerged in it. And because of that, it got into Eva's eyes.

It hurt as hell, but that wasn't what gave Eva the rush of adrenaline. "Am I gonna lose my eyes again?" "Can I not escape the curse after all?" and similar thoughts flooded her mind. The fear that was gone by then returned and gave her a rush of adrenaline. In just a few seconds she broke out and killed the one who did that to her, despite having to hold her eyes closed. At this point Devi knew something was wrong but she wasn't sure what happened exactly as she approached Eva. As she did, Eva tried to open her eyes and focus. And then she got sent down the spiral of a full blown panic attack as she realized that all she could see was a thick white mist.

Devi didn't stop her as Eva went through all the stages of her panic attack, just making sure to hold her in her arms. Once Eva calmed down as she lost her voice and strength, Devi calmly covered her eyes and healed all the damage done to them. Eva eyesight gradually came to her, and she started crying only harder and she couldn't stop herself. She felt relief but she was shaking still, and it was so strange for her. Until Devi explained to her that all these emotions come from millions of years she wanted to cry but physically couldn't, and she should just let herself get it out. And Eva did.

Huh? What about the guy? Well. He's dead. Duh. Left there to rot. No one cares about him. Literally. Lesson: don't piss off little girls.

Eva is fine tho. After that she became more aware that trauma doesn't just disappear cause magical dragon said so. And even if she's mostly free from it, it's still there and only a lot of time can truly free her from it.

That's an improvement from the previous "I don't need eyes copium who even needs them they only get in the way I'd rather not."

[infoglitch]

Nexus: ogre slayer [2/1]

(should have been a long time since I uploaded the next season of my creation. Hope you all don't mind but season 2 is kind of short)

[Season 2] "New day, new foes"

5 months have passed since the attack on inari festival. Some new developments have occurred.

We see Johnson exit HQ and see rilla. He smiled and went up to her. "You ready for date 2?" Johnson asked as rilla noded and they got on to Johnsons hover bike and drove off.

We then see lucius wearing a gray jacket zipped and having on black jeans. We then see Xander wearing a white trench coat unbuttoned with its own hood. He had dark blue jeans which had mint green highlights running through.

Lucius was carrying food to bring in for blossom while Xander was training. Everything was calm. As it should be.

But then our vision changes that of a bus entering the city. As three girls got off the bus we see one of them having dark green hair another having vibrant red hair that faded to a pink and another having brown hair with faded blue highlights running throughout it.

"C'mon frosty we're on a tight schedule I got to check in on my baby bro" the red haired one said as tapped her foot Impatiently. "Isn't he older than you Cherry?" The green haired one said.

Cherry looked at her friend. "Technically yes but I still consider him my baby bro. And besides aren't you here to meet someone as well who was it again your online boyfriend you met on tinder?" Cherry said smugly. The green haired one sighed in frustration then finally the brunette of the three finally got off the bus carrying a buttload of packages.

"Sorry I'm late, I had to bring all our stuff." The brunette said. "You ready to go frost?" The green haired one said to frost. Frost noded and they walked of to their destination.

Back with rilla and Johnson they were simply eating at T'jo's. Johnson had his cheeseburger and rilla simply drinking a milkshake.

"Those burgers can't be good for you" rilla said. "You're the one to talk you're always slurping down those milkshakes" Johnson said put me out her strawberry milkshake.

They kept talking making jokes just enjoying the moment.

Then a giant claw came through the buildings window smashing the table the two sat at thankfully not hurting either of them.

Johnson directed his eyes to wear the claw came from and saw a massive ogre Komodo. But something wasn't right with it it had this, red mist and white and red lightning coming from its mouth.

Regardless the thing seemed pissed. Johnson grabbed rilla and ran out of TJ's with her but you hopped on to his bike and drove off. "W-WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Rilla shouted in terror "it was an ogre beast but it wasn't normal, something must have gotten to it! Look I gotta get you home." Johnson answered as he looked back to see the Beast getting further and further away from them.

Johnson turned around to keep his eyes on the road. As they drove off they could still hear their hearts beating rapidly. Then a giant black mass landed in the road in front of them causing them to halt.

Then the Black Mass revealed itself to be a figure by standing up with its mask covering its face but it's blonde hair still being observable.

"Red...." The being said. Johnson felt himself shake in utter terror.

Who the hell is this?!

Johnson stood up and got into a boxing position since he didn't have gante on him right now but his physical capacity should be enough to deal with this guy.

"rilla I need you to drive. RIGHT NOW" Johnson said as he looked at rilla who noded at him and drove off.

The figure in front of Johnson faced him as he stepped out of the crater his very footstep shaking the Earth beneath him.

"Alright crater face. You want these hands? fine, let's throw them" Johnson said as the figures Mass became more defined as the smoke surrounding him dissipated revealing that his mask resembles that of a combination of an ogre bore plus a demonic face.

"Tell me child what is your name" the man spoke in a deep demanding tone. "My name... Is Johnson red" Johnson spoke.

The Man's masks eye sockets glowed red as a black flame engulfed itself around the man's fist. "Good I made it just in time. So are you ready to die child?" The man said.

Johnson could feel his soul quake. Normally whenever someone said they're going to kill somebody it was usually a bluff but this, this was no bluff.

Johnson nodded. The man then hunched over as another black flame engulfed his other hand. Then in a split second the man bolted towards Johnson slugging him in the gut.

Johnson was sent back flying into a building while a trail of black flames followed. After he hit the wall and broke through it he was on the floor groaning in pain clutching his stomach. It was like a tiny comet hit him in the gut at full force to that of an asteroid.

He should be dead. But for some reason a force of will compelled him to live. Johnson slowly stood up as the man that attacked him made his way to him Johnson could feel himself about to shit his pants.

After a while Johnson noticed that the man in front of hims mask mouth was actually opened revealing his actual mouth and just by looking at it and his eyes. It was very much similar to Johnson's but for some reason the face was much more Fuller.

Then as Johnson prepared to punch the man, the masked figure slugged him in the face sending him into the ground. He could feel his nose break.

Johnson felt his will to fight slowly leave his body but the Man simply stood there as he raised Johnson by his face and started slamming him into the ground Johnson's face hitting it over and over and over and over and over again.

Then johnson heard lucius's voice shout "GOD SPEED". As we see purple electricity come out of nowhere with it transforming into lucius who then kicked the masked man but the kick barely sent the man backwards as he then regained his footing and looked at Lucius who was helping Johnson up as Xander then arrived.

"Who the hell is that?!" Xander said as lucius helped Johnson to his feet, he then handed him gante. "No idea. He just showed up" Johnson said as he coughed up blood. Johnson Lucius and Xander all pulled out their weapons and got into fighting stances. If they even had the chance of landing a single hit on him then maybe, maybe they could survive this.

The man then brought his hands together and cracked his knuckles making a distinct sound. CRRACKK. As black flames surrounded his hands again he then bolted towards Xander slugging him in the face sending him into the wall thankfully it appeared that the man was holding back the power of it. He then sluged lucius in the stomach.

Lucius quickly fell to his knees as all that was left was now the man and Johnson. Blood leaked from Johnson's nose and his face had multiple bumps and bruises. He readied gante.

The man stared at Johnson then the black flames disappeared. "You're just as pathetic as I was. Killing you now would be a waste of potential so mark my words children the next time we meet you won't die but you better be prepared." The man said as his entire being was engulfed in Black flames as he then disappeared.

Johnson then sat down his eyes wide as he just processed everything he had just experienced in that exact moment. He could take down Lucius, he could take could take down Xander. He was going to kill all of them.

Johnson Lucius and Xander all just lay there as ambulances could be heard. Eventually they all arrived in the infirmary Xander and Lucius suffering non-lethal damage. But Johnson had a broken nose. He had internal bleeding and everything else that received less of a beat down had bruises covering them.

And one word was burned into Johnson's mind. "Nemesis".

We see Johnson sitting in his apartment. Five days had passed after that beat down.

He lifted his hand to his face then a flash of the fist that man threw at him.

He would be dead if that man went through with his threat. He then heard knocking. He got up and opened the door to reveal Xander and lucius. Johnson looked at them,"what is it" he said. "You ready for getting back to action" Xander asked. Johnson looked at him then slowly noded. Even if he got a ass whooping he needed to get stronger.

We fast forward to Johnson blocking a attack from lucius training bow staff with his own. He tried pushing back against lucius unending force but then he heard footsteps he looked back and saw Xander heading towards them with his staff. Johnsons mind then sparked with a idea.

He fell back dodging Xanders attack which sent lucius staggering backwards. Xander then looked down and Johnson kicked him in the chest knocking him over. Xander fell flat on his back and Johnson got up and managed to dodge one of lucius attacks.

He then got behind lucius and pushed his staff into lucius back knocking him forwards on top of Xander. Johnson twirled his staff and pointed it at the two. "Victory for me-e-e" Johnson sang confident.

Good to see his confidence returned. Then an alert rang out the training hall. "Red alert ogre dragon sited. Head to central district!" A mechanical voice said through the intercoms.

[jaycewrites-192000]

You're Grounded

Summery: Smiley and Angry's little sister tries sneaking out of the house after she gets grounded. It...doesn't go well...

Rating: SFW

Pairing(s): Platonic!Nahoya Kawata x Platonic!Little Sister Reader x Platonic!Souya Kawata

(No incest here fellas)

To make a long story short, you got grounded. Not by your parents, no no. You got grounded, by your older brothers. And to you, it's a little bullshit. They were one year older than you. Who gave them the right to ground you like you were their child?

So, you're probably wondering, what did you do that was so bad that you were grounded for it? Well...you may or may not...have accidently...got into a fight at school. Not just a screaming match kind of fight, nah, you were going all in. Beating ass left and right on the unlucky son of a bitch who pissed you off.

And when you were caught and given detention, who else came to pick you up other than your older brothers, Nahoya and Souya Kawat. Or better known as, Smiley and Angry.

Now, they each had their own opinions on this situation. Smiley was actually impressed, and felt prideful in his little sis. You barely had a scratch on you! However Angry on the other hand, was not so impressed. More like worried, concerned even. He thought you might have gotten hurt, but to his relief you handled it on your own.

While the two both disagreed about how the situation was handled, they both did agree that this couldn't slide. It would have, if you hadn't started the fight in the first place. And so, they both grounded you on the spot. And now here you were, trapped in your room, while your two dumb jerks for older brothers were chilling with Toman.

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"....God I'm so bored!" You groaned loudly. "Like those two don't get into fights too! Why am only I getting punished!?" You sit up from your bed, glaring at your door. While having a stare off with the door in front of you, an idea popped into your head. "Oh that's right...they're not here tonight. They're at a meeting." You say with a smirk. "Tsk, dumbasses. They really thought I was about to stay in here all night." You hopped out of bed and strolled over to your door and opened it. Walking out and into the living room, without a care in the world.

Until it all came crashing down on your head.

Ahead of you, was your two brothers. They were just chilling out on the couch watching some random show. "Hey sis. I don't remember saying that you could leave your room. Did I Angry?" Smiley said with his usual grin...only you could tell he wasn't really grinning. "No..." Angru muttered, glaring in your direction.

"U-uh....b-bathroom?" You manage to say.

"Hm...ok. Go ahead." Smiley and Angry turned their attention back to the TV. 'Fuck!' You yelled internally as you head to the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and slide down the door, knees tucked to your chest. "What the hell are those two bozos doing here instead of the meeting?" You ask aloud.

Well, there was always another way out. Glancing up at the window ahead just beside the shower, you grin. Bringing yourself to a stand, you walked to the window and open it as quietly as possible. Moving one leg out, ducking your head under and out before moving the other leg over, you carefully climbed down. "Ha! Try and stop me now dipshits." You chuckle.

"Gladly."

"Ahhh!!!" You scream as the sudden voice filled your ears. Turning slowly you were met face to face with Angry. And boy...was he ever so angry. Like really angry. "Heeeey bro....nice night huh?"

"....Get back in the house. Now."

"Yep." You hurried back inside.

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And back to square one it is. This time, they actually locked you inside your room. "Come on!" You banged on your door. "What if I really do need to use the bathroom at some point!?" You yelled. "Should have thought about that before you tried sneaking out." Came Angry's response from the other side. "Yeah. And if you do need the bathroom, we left ya a bucket in their with you." Smiley laughed.

"No! That's fucking disgusting! Let me out!" You banged on the door again. "Not until you've learned your lesson. And you try sneaking out again, we'll ground you for another week." With that the two walked away, leaving you alone once again. You groaned and flopped onto your back on the floor of your room. Staring up at your ceiling, thinking up of different ways to escape your punishment.

Begging? No, it might work with Angry, but Smiley wouldn't budge. Throwing hands? Yeah right, you felt like living for a while longer thanks. And you can't use the old puppy eyes, they've grown use to it ever since you turned 15.

Then what could you do?

You couldn't call your best friend Emma for help, since they took your phone...so you were pretty much shit out of luck.

"Great..."

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An hour had passed, you had nearly drifted off while still on the floor. Everything seemed truly hopeless...that is until your remembered...you're a girl! "Yes! That's it!" You whispered before getting up and banging at your door again. "Hey! Jerks! I need out!" "We ain't letting you out dummy!" Smiley yelled back. "I'm serious! It's an emergency!" There was a brief moment of silence, you smirked once you heard footsteps approaching your door. "What is it?" Angry asked, his tone wavered between annoyance and concern. "Souya...this is so embarrassing...I can't believe I have to talk about this cause you won't let me out." You say with a fake sniffle.

This would get him...Angry hated it whenever you were upset. "Y/n? You can tell me." His voice was much softer now. Hell yes. "I just started my period...And I don't have any pads." You heard him hum on the other side. "I'll get them. But Smiley is going to stay here and make sure you don't leave the house."

"Can I at least go and clean myself up?" You ask with pitiful tone. There was a moment of hesitance before the sound of clicking. Angry opened the door and let you out. You hid your face in attempt to look embarrassed. "Thank you Souya." You say as you make your way to the bathroom. From outside you could hear the distant muffled conversation between Angry and Smiley before hearing the front door open and shut.

Before you could think of what to do next, you heard what could only be Smiley walking past the bathroom and up to his own room. Oh yeah, it's all coming together. Waiting a few minutes, you left the bathroom and quietly snuck to the front door and opening it as silently as you could. And just as you were about to taste the sweet taste of freedom...

"Going somwhere?"

Angry. Fucking Angry was standing at the front door, arms crossed.

"....Are you shitting me?" You utter blankly. Angry stepped forwards, backing you into the house again. "Your period was last week." He told you. "I know this because you called and asked me if I could get you some products."

Oh yeah....right...

"Nice try shit head. And now you're double grounded." Smiley said from behind you.

Well. No one can say you didn't try.

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Ahh-

I might do a follow up to this, idk-

[hoshi-y]

Hey 👋 how are you? If you don’t mind me asking may I get headcanons of Tsukasa and Mitsuba with a s/o acts like Zenitsu and nezuko from demon slayer I dont know how to explain nezukos personality but I can explain zenitsus if you need he’s a coward (sorry zen) he cries alot and is afraid of everything clinging to people and such and is a simp asking people to marry him 24/7 he doesn’t want to be alone he doesn’t really like himself he also is a badass when sleeping anyway hope your safe hoshi ❤️

An S/O that acts like Zenitsu and Nezuko from Demon Slayer

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Yugi Tsukasa, Mitsuba Sousuke

TW : None

A/N : Hello! Sorry it took so long to do you request, I am currently not feeling that ok HAHA but writing is my coping mechanism so this is fine, and of course!

Personality :

Mmm according to wiki fandom, She's a very kind and caring girl!

I hope you enjoy!

Oohh so you like me THAT much huh?~

You had a very kind and gentle nature

Everyone around you had a very easy time to approach you

Well behind that kind and caring nature of yours is a very chaotic, simps 24/7 kinda attitude

You laid eyes upon a certsin choppy haired boy in the class next door

and he was absolutely STUNNING

You would do anything to grab his attention

but of course you failed

miserably

Tried doing the things he liked

Meh could do better

Would suck it up and purposely enter the classroom he was in

No reaction

Even went as far to befriend his Older Twin

"You.. Want to be friends with me?" Amane asked as he held the book his hand tightly "Why tho?"

"A-ah well you see—"

"Stop, If you're just trying to befriend me because of my twin I would rather not." He got up and went away making you drop your head down

The things you do

But you didn't give up!

Your goal is to befriend Tsukasa and possibly and not planning to make him fall inlove with you—

I mean, who wouldn't simp for him?

His pretty amber eyes

His cheeky smile

His black choppy hair—

You bumped into someone interrupting your daydream "S-sorry I wasn't... paying.. attention.." You looked up and came face to face with the very person you yearn to atleast have a short conversation with

"Tsukasa"

"??? How do you know my name? Have we met before?" He tilted his head which strucked you with an arrow because of cute he was doing it "A-ah! Umm w-well.." You stuttered as your face began to redden and your eyes swirling

Man is it THIS hard to talk to the person you like?

You heard him chuckle as you looked back up, He had a smile on his face that made him 1000x attractive, Goodness you wished your heart won't give up just yet

"I'm kidding~ I also know who you are, I mean, how can I not know the person I like?" He inched closer "Hmm?~"

'Oh lord oh dear lord if this is a dream I am gonna commit arson the moment I wake up'

"You must really like me THAT much huh?~ Your face is redder than a tomato~" He pinned you down by a nearby wall and that is where you exploded "UWAAAHHHHHH"

He loved the reactions you gave him everytime he'd come close to you

So this is how you can grab his attention? If so you can sign yourself up cause you got a date with this fine gentlemen

I-it's nothing.. Idiot..

You and Mitsuba had been friends for 4 years now

And he just can't get you to be mad at all

Not even your insults affect you

But your kind nature affects him what

He hasn't SEEN you mad at all

Well as the saying goes, don't fuck with someone you haven't seen angry yet

so he dropped the whole 'I want to piss you off' Thing

But your kindness... Is burning his eyes

"Thank you so much for helping [L/N]!" Yokoo said as he grabbed the rest to place it somewhere else, You waved as you went on your way

Where? Mmm well you didn't have anything else to do and you usually hang around your best friend Mitsuba! So you set off to find him which was easy to do, His pink hair stands out so much it was practically so easy to spot him

Not even 10 minutes into finding him you spot him at the practice garden taking photos of the sunset or the newly bloomed plants

"Sousuke there you are!" You jogged up to him as he oy hummed in response "What are you doing?"

"Pfftt can't you see I am taking photos?" He sassed biut it really had no effect on you "Oohhh, You shpild take photos of people too and not borong objects"

"No way, No other person can be a cuter subject than me" He pointed at himself as he cocinued on with his activity

This photo taking activity of his took HOURS as he kept complaining he doesn't know which else will he take photos

Well you suggested that he took photos wirh a person in it but he was too stubborn

"Come oonn Sousuke, You already circled the whole school! Just try it~" You said as you opened the rooftop doors

"Ugh for the last time I wont!" He hissed but you just hummed and walked up to the rails and rested your arms as you looked down at other students below

Your figure was portrayed perfectly thay Mitsubas picture perfect instincts kicked in, he slowly aimed his camera at your direvtion without you knowing and took a photo

"Maybe.. I do want to start taking photos with people int it.." He mumbled, You turned around as you poked his cheek "Wadya say?"

He bursted into a flame and gently slapped your hand away turning around and walking to the staircase "I-its nothing.. Idiot.."

Well, you didn't need to know as you already heard it, You chuckled and followed him "Wait for me!"

The next few pictures he took it had people in it

And most of them

would be you in it

I HOPE I really hope I got their personalities right, I Stopped watching Demon Slayer after I finished the 1st season 3 years ago 😭

[necros-writing-stuff]

"You're joking." Bailey took another drag from his cigarette, an unamused glare leveled at his only real friend. Eden sat across from him, on the other side of his desk. The chair he was in, too small for his height and weight. It creaked when the hunter shifted, sitting up straighter in the chair ment for children and teens.

"I'm not." Eden's deadpan expression and monotone response felt like a punch in the gut. Or a knife in the back. Not that Bailey would let him know that.

The caretaker let out a cloud of smoke before snuffing his cigarette in the ashtray to his left. He opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, the cheap stuff you used to get wasted fast. He kept the good stuff at home, the expensive, quality kind ment to be sipped on while reading by the fire, his spouse's head in his lap. Resting, or blowing him; he didn't care which. God, he wished he could be there instead right now.

The cap of the bottle was uncerimoniously flicked off, bouncing off the wall and landing in the trash across the room. Bailey brought the glass to his lips and began drinking the amber liquid.

"Nice shot-"

"Don't fucking start with me, Eden." Bailey snapped, bringing the whiskey down hard on his desk. The sound was a lot louder in the otherwise quiet room. For a moment, the only sound was from his ancient computer. The monitor humming with life. He had three new emails from high paying clients, but he couldn't focus on anything but the sick joke in front of him.

"You're being childish." Eden grunted, shifting in the wooden chair.

"Childish? I'm being childish?! You're the one who's trying to fuck my kid!" Bailey's hands came down on the desk, his chair pushed out from under him as he stood. Eden quirked an eyebrow.

"You sell children all the time. Figured it'd be the same with that one." He shrugged, much too calm for Bailey's liking. He grit his teeth and breathed heavy out his nose. There'd be no good in killing Eden. He'd feel bad about it, his kid would be crushed and, most importantly, his spouse would be upset.

He used his foot to drag his leather office chair back to him and ran his hands through his hair, mussing it. He dropped back down in his seat and glowered at his "friend".

"It's different with my kid." He said sternly. He hadn't kept many secrets from Eden in regards to his home life. Hell, he let you visit him! Eden knew damn well you were one of two people he gave a shit about and yet here he was!

"Is it because your spouse?" Eden asked, cocking his head to the side like a dog. He spent too much time in the woods. He was going feral. He was going fucking feral and he wanted to buy Bailey's only (actual) child. He didn't give a shit if you were an adult, almost finished with high school and ready for uni. He was your father damn it! You were still a baby to him!

"No. It's not because of my spouse." Before he felt the itch to grab his gun itch up his arm, he took another long swig of whiskey. How could Eden not get it? He was like family to you! To him! What the actual fuck?!

"You think someone else would take better care of them?" Eden countered. Had Bailey said that out loud? Regardless, the caretaker pinched the bridge of his nose.

"That's not the point Eden." He let out a defeated groan.

"What is?" Bailey stared hard at Eden, searching for any hint of humor or malice, or anything that might give away that his childhood friend didn't actually want to bone his baby.

"The point," He found none. Bailey ran his hands through his hair again.

"Eden, is that you're like an uncle to them. It's as close to incestuous as you could possibly get. Not only that, you're significantly older than them and quite frankly," Bailey pulled out another cigarette and lit it. He took a long drag before letting the smoke fill the air between them.

"I'd rather they leave for uni and never have to come back here. I don't want them living in the forest with a man who's forgotten basic decencies. Like not requesting to engage in sexual acts with their friends' kid." Bailey held his fresh cig between his middle and ring fingers, studying Eden. He didn't want it to come to blood, but he'd done worse things in his life. Eden chuckled.

"So there's something you won't take money for." He said, his smile genuine and amused. His spouse would be so upset if he killed Eden. They'd be so, so disappointed if he went home with bruises and bloody knuckles from beating the shit out of their friend. He was sure they would understand, of course, he just didn't want them knowing it came to blows. His perfect little spouse was already aware of all the horrible, fucked up shit he did. He didn't want to push it.

"Two somethings." Bailey corrected. He had a small picture of you and your other parent hidden in his desk. Helped him not kill the orphans that were too young to sell. It was also helping him resist the urge to smash the half drank bottle of whiskey over Eden's head.

"I'm not asking for you to pimp them out." Eden spoke like they were talking about the weather. Like Bailey wasn't doing his damndest not to kill him.

"I said, I wanted to buy them. For keeps." Bailey flicked the ash off his cigarette.

"And what does for keeps mean?" Bailey could see the gears turning in Eden's head. He didn't like it. Eden wasn't dumb muscle. He was strong, sure but he was also smart and resourceful. That made him dangerous. After an agonizing minute passed, Eden spoke.

"Like you and your spouse." Bailey blinked slowly, dumbfounded.

"You want to marry my eighteen year old. Who you've known since they were an infant."

"Yes." Bailey sat back in his chair and pulled a phone from his pocket. Not one of his burner phones he used for criminal activity, but one he bought specifically to contact you and his spouse. He quickly selected your other parent's number and called them.

The pair listened as it rang, and a soft voice came from the line. The sound of something boiling and the clattering of dishes could be heard in the background.

"Hello?" Bailey's spouse answered. Bailey ran his free hand through his hair again, further wrecking it. He was an incredibly prideful man. If Eden had been anyone else, he'd be dead. If his spouse was anyone else, he wouldn't speak to them. If you were anyone else, he wouldn't give a shit. But three strikes and he's out.

"Eden's lost his mind. I can't speak with him. Please explain to him why he can't marry our child." He knew he sounded pathetic and defeated. He was caught between a rock and a hard place. Thus, he chose the option that wouldn't affect his marriage.

"I'll be there in five." Oh. They sounded so... Angry. He hadn't expected that. They were always so soft and gentle, they rarely got really, truly angry at any one person. Of course, this was their baby they were talking about. You were as precious to them as you were Bailey.

Eden seemed just as curious to see them pissed off as he was.

(- anon 🚩 then Prequel!pc showed up, the three of them yelled at eachother, exchanging low blows and personal insults and then current!pc came in cause no one was home and eden proposed and they said yes and they left together and fucked for a whooooooooole week. The end.)

Oh what I would give to be a fly on that wall.

And you just know Current-PC and Eden would come visit for dinner every week and Bailey would have to sit there while his best friend hand-feeds his kid, who still sits in his lap regardless of where they are. Pre-PC might purposefully burn Eden’s food.

[constantlyunlightening]

Work, work, work

Day 15: Cockwarming

Warnings/Other Kinks: Anxiety/Depression implications and mentions (Doppo is just like thattt), Doppo kinda snaps at the end, office sex/sex at work, dubcon (there's not explicit consent in this so I'm going to put it just in case but the reader and doppo are in a relationship and I meant for this situation to be consensual, but Doppo's anxiety in this situation made it seem kind of sus)

I have nothing but Hypmic on the brain. I love feral screaming Doppo. Would highly recommend listening to him belly scream here. :D I really do want the best for this boy tho. I love him so muchhhh.

Disclaimer: 18+ years and older to read. All characters in this work are 20 years or older. This is a fictional depiction of a relationship and is not meant to be mimicked in real life. I do not condone cockwaming your partner in their place of work irl.

It was always work, work, work with him. Well, work and rapping but Doppo hardly ever talked about his Matenro. It was always about his balding asshole of a boss, his terrible coworkers and work, work, work.

You knew he was a workaholic. You knew that when you fell in love with the guy. But geez. Time for him to learn that self care was a priority.

You had stormed to his office after having spent two hours - past the time he was supposed to get off - waiting for him at home. This overtime was bullshit. The man worked himself to the bone. And he didn't know how to say no. You worried about him! It was the reason why you marched right over to the cubicle. The place was deserted, all except for poor Doppo, sitting at his desk pinching the bridge of his nose and surrounded by paperwork.

"What the hell is all this?" You asked as you came up behind him and you almost felt bad watching as the man let out a shout, jumping out of his seat and scrambling like a frightened rabbit. A few of the papers he had on his desk got caught up in his whirlwind and dusted around the room - a fact you assumed Doppo would be disgruntled about later, but he looked far too nervous right now as he took labored breaths and let wide eyes take in your form.

"Wh-what are you doing here?"

".... You're being worked too hard if the sound of your girlfriend's voice is enough to panic you," you quipped back, ignoring his question for now as you bent over to try to help organize some of the scattered documents that had fallen to the floor. Let him have the time to bring his breathing back to normal. You were mainly pissed at his job for overworking him - not so much him. Didn't need to go give him a heart attack. "You're here late again. I was checking in on you." A pile of paperwork stacked against your chest, you moved over closer to him to set it down on the desk and took your time eyeing the assortment of work he had lying around. This couldn't all be his. Some of them must be pawning off their work, and Doppo just so happened to be the biggest doormat around. A sigh heaved from your lips, and you didn't miss the way Doppo shuddered. How could you? The man tensed up like he was being shot by lightening. "Looks like it was a good thing I did too. This work would have kept you here all night if someone didn't come to stop you."

"I'm sorry!" You weren't surprised but the volume of his apology made you jump and as he started to spew off more and more apologies, you quickly grabbed him by the tie and yanked him in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. You weren't trying to invalidate his feelings by cutting him off, but there was no reason for him to be panicking like he was. And luckily, kisses from you always seemed to soothe him - at least as soothed as someone like Doppo could be.

"Baby," you purred gently, pulling your lips from his and watching the way his cheeks lit up with a dusting of pink. Always so stressed, this one. But the face he made after you kissed him made your heart flutter. Dumbfounded but he still managed to swoon in subtle ways - those aquamarine eyes zoomed in on you like you were treasure. The simple strokes you gave to his hair made him melt - the tension zapped out of his shoulders and he almost started to slump into you. "You don't have to say sorry. But it's time to go home now. No more work."

That cute daze in his expression only lasted a moment more before it was like all that anxious energy plowed right back into him. The word 'work' was enough to flip a switch with him. "That's not right! I have a whole ton of it!" His arm extended outward, waving at the stacks piled high. "I'm sorry but I have more work to do. I'll finish as soon as I can but - I gotta do this or my crazy boss will pile even more work on me! Or I'll lose my job or worse I-ll-"

"Doppo!" You cut him off and tried to calm him down. It worked to some extent but only enough to keep him from screaming or spiraling into one of his crazes. You didn't convince him to stop working though and eventually you had to settle for watching him drown himself in the work in front of him, trying to suppress your groans.

You loved the man. But really?

Playing the waiting game wasn't something you were interested in though. Which is why, after a bit of working, you somehow managed to not only weasel your way into his lap but you also got his cock out of his pants, stroking it just enough to get him riled up as you watched him try not to panic.

"You can't just do that-"

"I just did. Don't worry. The cameras can't see in here. It's fine," you coaxed, letting him stay nervous anyway as you pushed your panties to the side from underneath your skirt causing him to visibly gulp. But he wasn't pushing you off.

"I have to work," he declared, whispers on the verge of being shouts fell from his lips but cut off into a whimper as the head of his dick was suddenly being warmed up by the heat of your body as you slowly sank down onto him - taking him in inch by inch. 

It wasn't until you were fully seated to the hilt, listening to his breath hitch that you gave a tiny huff. "Then work." And your body stilled. No movement other than the flutter and clench of your walls against your hung lover, letting your eyes watch his flustered face. He clearly didn't know what to say and you watched as his gaze flickered around like a chicken with its head cut off - to your face, to his paperwork, to where your bodies were joined and then anywhere but you. Good. Get him riled up. He was panicking but you could feel him twitch inside of you, like he was anticipating for you to move - waiting for it. But you kept your hips locked in place as you leaned in and rested your head on his shoulder. "Work, Doppo. Just giving you some motivation for when you finally get done." Your voice was much to kindly for someone who just pulled somebody's dick out in the middle of a public office. But it managed to keep him from tipping over his brink just yet. Poor thing always got so worked up. Your physical actions may not be helping that necessarily, but your voice always seemed to soothe him over, even if it was only a little at a time. 

"H-how?" You listened to him practically squeak, shifting under you and instantly giving a whine at the slight push against your walls. How was he supposed to work when you were on him like this? How was he supposed to concentrate when you were constricting around him? When you were filling him with molten lava from the bottom up?

With feather light kisses, you trailed a line across his neck, trying to remain still on the cock that was stretching out your insides - forcing the urge to bounce on him like a pogo stick until you both lost even the capability to think of work. You would behave somewhat for now though. Doppo could get his work done. You could get some form of closeness in the meantime. Besides, maybe a good vise grip on him could speed up the process? Or make him say 'fuck it' altogether - hopefully, literally fuck it. "Just work, Doppo. Since it's so important. Ill wait," you cooed, almost as if you were being thoughtful. Too sweet for him to argue and you listened to him give a defeated groan of a sound before he tried to level out his breath and refocus. 

Oh, but that was easier said than done. Doppo had restarted on the paperwork, working around you as your warm body nuzzled into his chest. He usually felt like he was suffocating at work but right now, it felt like your body was trying to strangle the life out of him from somewhere other than the neck. How were you so tight? How come velvety walls were squeezing down on him over and over again without either of you even moving? You were starting to leak out around him, a sticky mess starting to spill out onto his lap slowly - torturous. Maybe you were actually trying to be sweet. Maybe you were actively trying to mess with him. But either way, it was kicking up a bad habit within him. He would reach for another stack, shifting in the chair and causing the tiniest of mewling to escape from your lips. It was a blissful sigh here, a hitched breath there, a tiny hum into his chest and it was going to break him. He was supposed to be focusing but at this rate, he was going to start making mistakes on his work.

You were causing him to silently work himself up. Each climb of his emotions resulted in a string of jitters, and in return had your body clenching even tighter on him. How could you even feel like that? He choked, tugging at his tie to try and gasp for air. You were messing with him. You had to be. You must be mad he wouldn't leave. This was his retribution. To be strangled by your wet cunt over and over without reprieve- without any motion for relief. Well, fuck that. He may love you. But he worked far to hard day in and day out. Pent up didn't even begin to describe it. If you were going to try to rile him up like that, then he would give you riled up because he couldn't take it. Not a second longer. Not with that familiar primal darkness beginning to flare inside him.

His body rocked and you instinctively lifted your head from his chest to peer up at him, the first actual movement he had made since you had sat on him. "Are you okay?"

"O-okay?" He was stuttering his words but unlike his panic from before, this time he sounded angry. It wasn't a tone he took entirely too often. But you knew Doppo. You knew if his buttons were pressed enough, he would snap. He was tea kettle, getting hotter- "how do you except me to be okay-" and hotter "- when your purposely trying to make me-" until he screamed "-loose my fucking mind!?"

You only had enough time to widen your eyes before he flew out of his chair, taking you with him and slamming you onto his desk. The noise he made was positively feral - teetering between a growl and a scream - and without a warning, he was wrecking you, bludgeoning into you with a speed you hadn't even been aware he was capable of. 

"D-D-Doppo!" You were trying to talk but the sudden thrusting was knocking out your capabilities to think. You had been stretched out and horny for a while now but at this pace you couldn't keep up. You were trying to grip at his shoulders for some type of stability. "H-hang on a sec-"

"Hang on?!" He sounded unhinged - a growl ringing in the back of his throat so different from his usual meek - if not panicked - composure. "I've been hanging on! I've been hanging on this whole time! You just had to be on me huh? When I'm at work!" Papers were tossing up into the air around you and you could hear the clatter of the cubicle as he knocked you into the desk over and over. Oh, you couldn't even keep your eyes opening with the way your senses seemed to overload. "All this work - all these damn excuses to pile it onto me - and then you still come in here and give me more work. Too needy? Need my to pound you senseless before I can finish my work? Then that's what I'll do. I'll take you over and over and over again until you're out for days!" He declared, his hands clamping down on your hips and you could already feel the bruises even as the head of his cock shifted up enough to find your sweet spot, leaving you wailing out. "Again and again and again!" He got louder and louder with his sounds, growls and grunts turning into wanton groans and gasps as he split you in two. 

This would teach you not to mess with him at work. Or maybe it would teach you to mess with him more.