#like they're taking full advantage of the other's weakness for you

[doeidawn]

18+ MDNI — sort of a pt. 2 to my soapgaz x f!reader post

god help you when gaz comes up to you telling you he has an idea. soap's been so needy lately, he tell you, we should give him some attention, yeah?

well, you weren’t gonna turn that down. but kyle was nothing if not…creative, to say the least. there was no way of knowing what idea he could’ve come up with.

cut to johnny sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands tied behind his back (because kyle insisted on it, of course). you were directed to kneel in front of him, between his legs. you’re quick to realize that gaz was right—soap was needy; the poor guy was so desperate he was practically leaking while he begged you “please, lass, jus’ touch me.”

you felt so bad for him you would’ve done it. but kyle tells him to wait while he sits himself behind you, snuggling up close until his front is flush against your back. his hard cock presses against your backside, nuzzled against your curves and leaving a sticky mess of precum on your skin.

after a healthy smear of lube on your chest (a sight that he draws out a little too long just to make soap suffer a bit longer), gaz would guide you forward. he’s pressed so close, so tight against you while his hands grope your chest. kissing and nipping at your neck while he cups your tits around soap’s cock.

the sound johnny makes when your soft tits hug his aching dick nearly makes you moan. his head thrown back, cock twitching and leaking precum that mixes with the lube. he can barely buck his hips enough to properly fuck your tits, too overwhelmed already to slide his thick cock between the soft mounds.

“y’too shy, mate? you couldn’t stop talkin’ about her tits earlier.” you’d almost feel bad about the way gaz teases him…if the choked sounds johnny made in reply weren’t so hot. he can barely catch his breath, let alone talk. “c'mon, MacTavish. if you paint her tits, i'll let you watch me fuck her."

that seems to be enough encouragement. johnny tries his best to rut his cock against your chest, straining in those bindings that you know gaz made tight on purpose. he's babbling nonsensically, telling you how good you feel and how much he loves your tits, and please make me cum, make me cum on your tits, please bonnie, i need it so bad. and, god, do you want to, but kyle would rather keep you still so he can grind his own aching cock against your backside.

"you just sit there n' look pretty, love." he coos in your ear. "i'll give you want you need after he's spent."

[bumblehoneybee]

Heya! This is my first ask I've made actually, across this entire app! I was wondering if you could do something small about the reader getting her period when she gets everyone to her home. And how they would react?

Like- hello??? Your bleeding and in pain??? But not dying????

(You don't have to write it)

-I dunno.. Uh.. Scarce anon?

The Crimson Wave

For what is was worth, your body did its best to take care of you during the tumultuous time that was your stay in the factory. It warned you of what was close to breaking, flooded you with adrenaline when danger was close, and held off on overtly torturing you until you found yourself in a safe place.

Everyone was pretty beat up after all the drama, so the first days in the home were slow, a careful line up of gorging on food and drowning in the shower to finally feel clean again. You managed to keep upright as you fretted over the various guests now living in your home, making sure they were full and clean and safe and sleeping before you finally collapsed yourself.

The house was silent for the most of two days. Then, when sleep was caught up on, you found yourself gradually introducing the toys to their new lives.

Catnap took to the woods, at home in the trees, laying in the sun, chasing the animals (and probably eating them, but you didn't really care by that point). Dogday followed, at least a little, mostly staying in the backyard to laze in the grass and feel the wind on him.

Kissy trailed you around the house when not ferrying Poppy, watching you interact with the others, like she was afraid one of them would strike. Poppy helped soothe her, though, and the pair spent a lot of time sorting through your clothes, trying on things they found interesting, though little fit Poppy herself. You'd have to buy her some clothes later, Kissy too.

Doey was the most skittish, no doubt in a constant battle within his own body. But he did like your TV, the new shows playing, the old ones you could pirate for him. He tried to help you, tried to fret over the others alongside you, but you didn't let him. He had been in charge long enough; it was time for him to relax and rely on someone else.

It was a tentative peace, barely made and easily broken.

It broke when Catnap caught the first whiff of blood early in the morning.

He made a quick round, nosing the others awake as he tried to locate the weak scent. Poppy was quick to help once she understood, going to Doey with Dogday to slowly ease him into the situation, in case he panicked.

Kissy went to you. And found you. Lying in your own blood.

You didn't know Kissy could make such a noise. By the way she recoiled, she didn't seem to know it either.

Kissy rushed towards you, gathering your sleep-addled body into her arms as others soon rushed in. Dogday, upon seeing the blood-stained sheets, immediately started barking orders with such ferocity not even Poppy disobeyed, all rushing out to gather bandages, towels, water, and whatever else Dogday demanded.

Only Doey lingered, peeking around the door, a whine in his voice as he called for you.

"I'm fine." You grumbled, wiggling in Kissy's grasp. "It's normal. I'm not dying, Dogday."

"You're bleeding." He scoffed in return, leading the way towards the nearby bathroom. You were set carefully in the tub, Kissy pawing at your bloody pj bottoms, but you pushed her hands away. "Catnap! The bandages!?"

"I don't need bandages!" You called.

"Angel, why didn't you tell us you were injured!?" Poppy said, rushing in with a bottle of water clutched to her chest. "How long have you had it? Since the factory?? There's so much-"

"I'M MENSTRUATING!" You hollered, so loud everyone froze. You took advantage of their shock, shoving everyone out the door and slamming it behind you.

The ragtag group stood in the hall, listening to the shower turn on and the sounds of your muffled curses as you cleaned up yourself.

"They're. . . not dying?" Doey asked, still stood by the bedroom door. His hands shook, unable to decide what to do, where to go.

"How can someone bleed and not die?" Dogday demanded, ears pinned back. He eyed the bathroom door like he was debating ramming it down to get to you.

"Wait." Poppy said suddenly, clinking when her hands slapped to her cheeks. "Wait, oh god! They're on their period!"

Silence rang for a few moments.

Dogday dropped his head into his hands. "Fuck. . . Didn't even think of that."

"What's a period?" Doey asked. Catnap nudged Dogday's shoulder, but the hound just groaned into his palms. "They're not dying then??"

"No." Poppy sighed, stepping onto the hand Kissy offer her. "Come on. Let's wait in the living room. I'll try and explain it best I can remember. . ."

In the shower, you sighed in relief. Poppy was thankfully handling it, for the most part. You'd be sure to fill in any gaps too, once you were clean.

Still. . . it was nice to see how they cared. Your sweet protectors.

[foone]

Annoying edge case for lycanthropy: a dragon who is also a werewolf.

(A short story I wrote back in 2022 for twitter. I've slightly re-edited it, but it's still "twittery" in how it uses linebreaks (because there used to be post-boundaries there). Sorry! )

So on the full moon, they uncontrollably turn into… A much smaller and squishier humanoid. They can't wait to get their scales and fire breath and wingspan back. They're so vulnerable in their werewolf form!

No one at the werewolf support meetings is sympathetic.

They're all humans or nearly, so one of them is like "it's just so scary. I'm huge, and inhuman, and I feel like I'm made of weapons, with my claws. Everyone fears me, and I fear myself sometimes, never knowing what I might do, if I lose control and just let the rage out…" And the werewolf-dragon is like "and then you turn into a werewolf! It's so annoying, I agree"

Everyone else just turns to look at them, slowly

They do take some tips about werewolf safety. They just do it backwards, because instead of making sure they can't get out and cause death and destruction, it's more about making sure no one can get in and attack them in their merely nigh-invulnerable werewolf form. When you're a dragon, turning into a nearly unkillable rage monster of claws and fangs is a major downgrade. It's a real moment of weakness, and who knows if your ancient enemies or some upstart knight is going to try to take advantage of that moment of weakness?

They get infinitely more annoyed when they finally find a witch who can do the right ceremony and lift the curse of lycanthropy. "there… With the burning of this silver candle, you are finally free. You're human in all moonphases, now." "WAIT A FUCKING SECOND, HUMAN?!"

They got turned into the humanized version of their werewolf form. Permanently.

Always read the fine print before asking a witch to do a complicated magical ritual on you.

"also, question: how the hell did you burn a silver candle? Isn't the melting point of silver…" "one thousand eight hundred degrees, yes. It wasn't easy. Look. "

She pulls back a curtain and points. There's a complicated bellows system being vigorously pumped by a bunch of little black cats, each wearing a tiny witch's hat. They're sweating with exertion and the heat.

"we're done, my lovelies. You can stop now" The kitties hop down off the bellows and lie down at her feet, or wander off looking for food. The witch looks down at the former dragon, now barely 5 feet tall. "why do you think I asked for my fee in cat food?"

"but it was ALL cat food. Don't you need to-" The former dragon pauses mid-sentence, as the witch pulls off her traditional witchy headwear to reveal two pointy feline ears. "you were saying?"

"nevermind. Thanks, I guess." The dragon walks to the door, then turns around. "hey, I need to find out how to be a human, would you happen to know anything or anyone I can ask?" The witch looks up from sitting on the floor with a leg behind her head, licking the inside of her thigh "wouldn't have a clue, sorry love", she says with a smile.

The witch has to show up later and bail the former dragon out of jail. Apparently they accosted a city guard after being told "you can't just wander around the city naked". The dragon told them to contact the catwitch because it's not like they know any other humanoids.

The guard wasn't physically hurt, but getting jumped by a small naked human after merely pointing out you need to wear trousers or a dress or something in public is the kind of thing that leaves mental scars that'll take a while to fade.

Even if your tiny nude opponent was mainly trying to scratch or bite you with claws or fangs they no longer have

The former dragon ends up living with the catwitch. She could use some help with the bellows, and even if the dragon can no longer provide her own fire, they still know a lot about it.

And even if they're now a short little weakling who has to be reminded to wear clothes, they are a bit better at pumping the bellows than a pack of kittens.

Plus they can help with making potions and such in ways the cats can't, what with having thumbs.

They live together for a while, until the grumpy now-human finds out that another dragon has taken up residence in their former hoard.

And that will just not do!

So the dragon convinces the catwitch to come with them on an adventure to raid their own hoard and defeat (or at least evict) the dragon.

So they set out, the former dragon having to figure out the weaknesses in their own defenses and how to navigate a space built for dragons, not tiny humanoids. They're wearing the minimum in clothing they can get away with, and wielding a sword almost bigger than they are.

And following, the catwitch with a broom and a big sack of magical devices and reagents, and a little procession of kittens in their hats.

(the former dragon uses they/them pronouns. Their human body does have a sex, but when gender was explained to them they called it a "foolish human thing" and never bothered with it, just like their opinions on silverware and public indecency laws)

As far as anyone can tell, dragons have only one gender, and it's dragon.

Anyone who has asked further questions about dragon gender, sex, or reproduction has ended up crispy and good with ketchup.

They manage to evict the squatting dragon, and the witch is like "well, I guess you got nearly everything you want now. I'll take my cats back to the city…" And the ex-dragon is like "WAIT… I was thinking, maybe you could… Use my hoard as a new shop? There's plenty of room"

"are you asking me to stay?" "n-no… I mean, yes? Shut up. It's just because it would be a good place for you. After all, your shop has that leaky roof, and you were running out of storage space, and the mayor always wanted you kicked out…"

"oh I see, so it's just for me? How kind. You don't care either way, right?" "right! I don't care! I don't need or want you around! I don't care about silly human things" "human?" she asks with a smile, wiggling her ears on the top of her head. "shut up you know what I mean"

"so you don't want me to stay around you? You don't have a reason why you want to be near me, to be with me?" she says "with" with a certain slant on it, as she rests her arm on the shoulder of the former dragon, having to lean over her to reach. "n-n-n…"

The witch switches to cupping the former dragon's face in her palms. "and your face is so warm, little one. Are you trying to breathe fire? You're turning red, so maybe you are…"

"stop it! I… I just…" "yes?" the witch lets go, but her tail curls around the waist of the former dragon, like they are walking hand in hand down a beach.

"I like you, alright? I want you to stay. I want to be with you! Is that so wrong?"

"nope!" says the witch, happily pulling them into a kiss.

We zoom out, past a pile of gold coins and goblets and scepters, as little black kittens in adorable hats play in the hoard, ambushing each other in play-fights from the high ground of a treasure chest.

[cloversnstrawberries]

this may sound very weird and everything but could you do a platonic yandere ada wong and leon kennedy parent duo sorta thing. like ada and leon are readers parents

platonic!yandere!parents!ada w. + leon k & gn!teen!reader [headcanons] ! !

masterlist !

additional notes; hello!! this isn't weird at all :]] thank you so much for requesting this,, i've been wanting to do parent duo sort of requests for a while, but got nervous because. i have... experienced things, being in fandom for a while... oh god the shipping wars. but i feel much better knowing that someone would actually read/want something like this :D i hope i did it justice ^^ i'm also sick, so my brain is cooking in my skull. i apologize if this is worse quality that usual </3

warnings; overprotectiveness, (slight) possessive behavior, soft yandere, mentions of Leon & Ada's jobs/what comes along with it, temporary imprisonment, manipulation, gaslighting, love-bombing, distrust, and if there's anything else i missed, please let me know!! I forget stuff the second i write it down :(((

w/c; 1.7k

Whether not you're biologically their kid, adopted as a baby, or adopted later; they'd treat you all the same. The difference comes with the way you react/how quickly you accept and adapt to their behaviors.

With their jobs, they're usually away for long periods of time. When you were younger (like, younger than 13), they would try their best to alternate their gigs-- sometimes it wasn't possible for one of them to stay with you, and when that happened, you'd stay with either Claire or Jill for a while.

It was just how it was, and you were fine with it-- you thought they'd give that up when you got older, that they'd trust you to take care of yourself.

That was never the concern with it, though-- it wasn't that you couldn't take care of yourself,

They were afraid that being their kid would put a target on your back. The older you got, the more missions they went on-- the more scum-of-the-earth they met, the more careful they got with you.

Leon is extremely protective, and while Ada seems to be more lenient; I'd actually argue she's the worse one to have worried. She absolutely pulls in favors to 'keep an eye on you', and does her best to keep tabs on where and what you're doing whenever possible.

Ada is extremely charismatic, and definitely uses that to her advantage. Meanwhile, Leon is so painfully and genuinely kind, that people can't help but trust him more often than not.

Because of that, it'd be hard for you to convince anyone, maybe even yourself, that they're absolutely insane when it comes to you. At some point, it goes beyond just wanting to keep their kid safe for their own good.

Neither are particularly selfish in general, especially not Leon. Ada has her own goals, but she has a moral code and has been known to go out of her way to help others from time to time.

However, when you get involved, that changes entirely. For Leon, he wants to keep you safe because he doesn't want to lose you; he's already lost too many people he cared for, and he'd be devastated if you were added to that list.

On the other hand, Ada's motivations are a bit harder to place. She cares for you a lot, something she isn't used to letting herself do because of her line of work; she's far more used to isolating herself rather than throwing herself full force into any type of relationship.

You were that one exception-- even with Leon, she tried that routine of keeping herself detached to try and minimize the chance of 'gaining a new weakness'.

Eventually she gave in and stopped doing that, and while that doesn't happen with everyone, it's happened before as well. Ever since she became a spy/mercenary, she hasn't allowed herself to attach to someone as quickly as she did with you.

It's on principle that she doesn't want you hurt because of it. You're the once exception, the one person to have ever gotten her to let her guard down immediately. There's no way she's letting you go because of it, and she'd rather let herself get into tight situations if it meant keeping you safe.

Both Ada and Leon share one thing in common with their attitude towards you, though. And to you, it's probably the most annoying thing about your parents, and nothing could top it.

If they feel the need to, they'll literally just go against your wishes. They won't listen if they get even an inkling that something could go wrong-- and when you were younger, they could easily convince you that it was all for your own good.

Neither Leon or Ada actually enjoy manipulating you, far from it-- Ada is more accepting of it, but Leon had a lot of hang-ups about it at first. Ada was eventually able to convince him that it was okay,

In that way, Leon is worse than Ada in this regard. Ada will only manipulate you as a last resort (though, her definition of 'last resort' can be pretty loose in of itself),

But Leon? You better bet he's pulling it out every opportunity-- because he feels like there's nothing wrong with it. Ada is at least able to recognize that it's not the best thing to do, gaslighting your kid into missing out on friends birthday parties just because of a 'feeling'--

Leon however, is extremely deluded. Partly Ada's fault, and partly not. Yes, Ada nudged him towards believing that it was okay, but it was ultimately Leon who took the leap. It was his reasoning with himself that actually convinced him that it was a good idea.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like they isolate you completely! Ada actually encourages you to go out to events, and make new friends.

Though, maybe that has something to do with the fact that when she encourages you, there's always a feeling someone is watching you that accompanies you throughout the entire event.

When you get older, you start considering sneaking out. Your parents actually didn't expect this-- you'd been doing well with how they've been treating you, and they assume you won't rebel.

You've always seemed accepting of it, but maybe it's on them-- that they don't realize the slight distrust that starts showing up in your eyes. They don't feel a need to look into it any further, if they do notice it.

Maybe you were able to sneak out a couple times before you were caught, or maybe you were never able to successfully pull it off. You don't know about your mom's actual job-- they'd worked hard together to keep that a well-hidden secret from you--, so you don't have any advantage over them.

If anything, you have a massive disadvantage. Considering your parents are a government agent and a spy/mercenary, you probably never even stood a chance.

After you get caught, either dragged back home from wherever you snuck off to-- or hauled out of the open window you'd been halfway through hopping over-- you don't get a scolding like you think you will.

Instead, you get dragged down to the 'guest bedroom' in the basement and locked in there for a little bit. You knew of it's existence, but it never made any sense to you. The house you live in is large, and while your parents don't get a lot of guests, it's happened before.

But with a whopping 4 above-ground guest bedrooms, there was no reason to build a 5th one down in the basement. The fourth above-ground one never got used anyways, it just never made sense to you.

But now, it really, really does. It was never a guest bedroom as much as it was a holding cell. You should've known, considering they put it together when you were around 12/13. A preemptive measure, you realize now.

They didn't think they'd actually use it, but they were glad they'd done it regardless. You've never been in it, but you remember when they were getting the furniture and items to put in it, and when you were barred from entering the basement for a little while the contractors were down there--

You'd seen it from the outside, too. It looked normal enough-- if you ignored the deadlock on the outside, which you absolutely did not notice. It was weird, the addition to the house-- but it wasn't weird enough to look any further than a glance every once in a while, when you were down in the basement doing your laundry and whatnot.

Surprisingly, they don't keep you down there for very long. It's not a permanent thing right now, is what they told you.

That, however, left the very terrifying idea that it could become a permanent thing if you weren't careful. Ada called it 'just punishment', and Leon, ever the dork, called it 'time out on steroids'.

He'd been trying to cheer you up when he said that, and you just barely kept yourself from cracking a smile at it-- you were supposed to be mad, after all.

For the punishment to have worked, you'd have to have been on some kind of break. So, let's say it was spring break they decided to put you in the 'guest bedroom' (holding cell, is what you were internally regarding it as)--

They let you out the night before school started up again, and your first dinner back in the actual house was tense-- to you, it was. But to your parents, they were treating it like every other day.

It pissed you off, to say the least. And for a few days after, you avoided your parents the best you could; but it was a hard thing to do on multiple fronts, even if you were genuinely angry at them.

A part of you wanted to tell people about it, about how they'd trapped you in the basement-- but that was a surefire way of getting the cops involved,

And you weren't really afraid of being taken away or anything,

Instead, you were deathly afraid of how your parents would react to the possibility of you being taken away from them-- Best case scenario, they'd succeed in weaseling their way out of it via Ada's silver tongue or Leon's influence--

...Worst case scenario, your parents would be on the CIAs most wanted list and flea to some remote part of Europe; and you'd probably never see the light of day again, without both of their full attention and supervision. Or not at all, maybe.

Safe to say, you're keeping quiet about your time in the '5th guestroom' down in the basement. That doesn't mean you forget about it, or ever fully forgive your parents for it. You aren't sure if they realize it or not, that you're still mad at them for it.

It's not like you forget about it-- you don't necessarily move on either. You just... focus on other things, is what you tell yourself. You try your hardest to hold onto the anger, but eventually it fizzles away; sometimes it flares up, but only for a few seconds before being cast aside. And only when you're already mad about something else.

It's hard to stay mad at your parents, especially when they try to hard to make up for it. That was their plan-- spoil you with attention and gifts so you stop zoning in on the 'time out on steroids'.

[kyujiminloves]

"What are we?"

Paring: Top Tipsy GP!Karina x Bottom!Minjeong

Genre: Smut, angst

Contain: creampie, cockwarm, rough sex, teasing, dirty talk, fwb, mark, biting, praise, degradation, mentions of alcohol, adultery

A/N: thank you @wintersera for helping me w the tags:< also this is my first fic/post!! Dont mind the incorrect grammar or spelling:(

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Minjeong's best friend, Karina, walked to your house tipsily because it was closer to her work. At her drunken state, she begs to stay over. The reason being ‘because I wanna stay with you’, type of bs. How can Minjeong say no to her ‘best friend’?

"What happened? Did something happen at work?" Minjeong asked, worriedly. Finally letting Karina in her home.

Karina sighs as she walks towards Minjeong, hugging her ‘best friend’, “Yes, it was a long day. I had to deal with some difficult clients and employees all day.” She reaches down and unbuttons her blouse, revealing her black lace bra underneath. "And then...I had a bit too much to drink at the office party." Her voice trails off as she removes her blazer and tosses it onto a nearby chair. She stands in front of Minjeong wearing only her black trousers and bra now, looking like a goddess with her perfect figure and gorgeous face.

Minjeong blushed, not knowing how to handle a drunk Karina.

"We should go to bed, then." Minjeong looked down, blushing by the half naked figure in front of her.

Karina nods, her eyes locked on Minjeong's face as she walks towards Minjeong's bedroom, her skirt trailing behind her. She licks her lips, feeling aroused by the sight of Minjeong's small frame and innocent expression. She can't help but think about how cute and sexy they look together, especially when they're in bed together. As she climbs into bed, she pats the spot next to her for Minjeong to join her. "Come here, Jeo." She purrs as she waits for Minjeong to crawl into bed beside her.

Minjeong crawls up on the bed, looking at Karina. Not knowing what to say, she randomly says,

"You're drunk." Minjeong mentally cursed at herself for rambling such an obvious thing…

Karina chuckles, her eyes half-lidded as she looks down at Minjeong "Yep, I'm a little tipsy. But don't worry, I won't do anything too crazy while I'm like this." She moves closer to Minjeong, wrapping her arm around her and pulling her little friend against her naked chest. Her other hand runs through Minjeong’s hair as she leans down to kiss her lips deeply, taking full advantage of the fact that she's the one who is taller and stronger than Minjeong right now. As Minjeong gives in and kisses her tipsy 'lover' softly, she feels like she could do anything while she's like this, including being more aggressive and dominating than usual.

She breaks the kiss and whispers into Minjeong's ear, "You know, even though I'm strong and in control, there's always a part of me that feels so weak and vulnerable. Especially when I see how beautiful and delicate you are. It makes me want to protect you." Minjeong blushed, not knowing what to say but warmly nuzzled Karina's neck in response.

Karina smiled softly, "So let me take care of you tonight, okay? Let me show you how much I love you and how special you are to me." Minjeong was confused, but could see how loving Karina was. What could go wrong? Minjeong thought.

"Good girl. Now lie down and let me make love to you." She gently guides Minjeong onto their side, facing away from her, before sliding her hands over her body, caressing every inch of skin until she reaches the desired spot. With a gentle touch, she begins to explore and tease, building anticipation as she slowly works her way towards Minjeong's most sensitive areas. Minjeong's breathing becomes heavier, and they start to squirm under Karina's skilled hands, their desire growing more intense with each passing moment. Finally, Karina positions herself between Minjeong's legs, her lips brushing against her inner thighs, sending shivers down her beloved friend’s spine. She takes her time, savoring every moment, lapping Minjeong's wetness. Minjeong moans loudly, gripping Karina's hair further down her wet folds. As Minjeong finally reaches the peak of pleasure, sending waves of ecstasy throughout their entire body.

Karina hears the sound of her beloved’s pleasure, knowing that she is driving her wild with desire. She continues to tease and pleasure Minjeong, using her tongue and fingers to bring them to the edge of climax again and again. She loves watching the way Minjeong's body reacts to her touch, the way they become completely lost in sensations that only she can provide. Karina knows that she is the one who has complete control over Minjeong's pleasure, and she takes full advantage of this power, making sure that every moment is filled with pure bliss for both of them. As Minjeong's moans grow louder and louder, she feels Minjeong's release approaching once more, Karina speeds up her movements, determined to push her over the edge and give her everything she needs. Minjeong in full ecstasy, cums all over Karina's mouth.

Karina feels the warmth of Minjeong's release, tasting the sweet nectar on her tongue as she swallows every drop. She relishes in the knowledge that she has brought such pleasure to her lover, and she smiles as she watches Minjeong's body convulse with pleasure. Karina's own arousal builds, and she can feel the pressure in her own core as she imagines how good it would feel to fill Minjeong with her thick, pulsing cock. Without warning, Karina pulls Minjeong's body to the edge of the bed. Impatiently unbuttoning and unzipping her pants to relieve her hard member. She gets on top of Minjeong, positioning her large member at Minjeong's entrance. Minjeong moans at the sight of this, blushing shyly with her hand on her face.

Smiling softly, "Don't worry, my love. Tonight, you'll experience a whole new level of pleasure. I promise you'll never forget this night." With a single thrust, Karina enters Minjeong, she groans, filling Minjeong with her immense presence. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and Karina can't help but marvel at the sensation of being inside Minjeong. She begins to move slowly at first, allowing Minjeong to adjust to the size of her cock. As Minjeong's body grows accustomed to her presence, Karina starts to increase her pace, moving faster and deeper within Minjeong, causing Minjeong to gasp and moan with every thrust. The intensity of their lovemaking intensifies, and soon both partners are lost in a world of passion and ecstasy. Minjeong gasped a breathy sigh, begging Karina to fasten the pace. Karina's voice is low and seductive as she speaks, her words dripping with desire and lust for Minjeong's small form. "Take it, my love. Take my big, thick cock deep inside you. Feel how good it feels to have me filling you up." Her hips began to grind against Minjeong, pushing her massive girth further into Minjeong's tight hole with each powerful stroke. Karina's hand reaches down and grabs hold of one of Minjeong's erect nipples, rolling it between her fingers as she uses her free hand to play with her nipple. Minjeong couldn't help but moan and groan under her beloved's touch. Karina smirked as she saw how much power she had over her. "My little slut, you look so cute under me. Show me how much you crave my cock." Karina's cock pumps harder and faster, her hips grinding against Minjeong's pelvis as she drives herself deeper into Minjeong's tight hole with each powerful thrust. Her hand keeps a steady grip on Minjeong's hip, preventing any chance of escape while she focuses entirely on pleasuring herself inside Minjeong's tight channel. Karina's mouth descends upon Minjeong, capturing their lips in a fierce kiss as she takes control of the situation completely. Their tongues dance together, exchanging saliva and passion as Karina's cock pumps hard, filling Minjeong's body with her thickness. Minjeong moans between the kiss, kissing her deeply with Karina's cock going in and out of her. Karina's eyes glaze over with lust as she continues to dominate Minjeong's body, using her strength and size to push them closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. She can feel the heat building within her own loins, and she knows that soon, she will release all of her pent-up energy inside Minjeong's welcoming depths.

"K-Karina!" Minjeong said between cries as she felt herself getting closer and closer. Karina growls, as she bites down on Minjeong's neck, leaving a mark as she increases her pace, her cock pounding furiously into Minjeong's core. Her hips rock forward, forcing her entire length to slide in and out of Minjeong's tight passage, sending waves of pleasure throughout their bodies. Karina can feel the tension mounting within her own body, and she knows that it won't be long before she explodes inside Minjeong's warm embrace. Minjeong couldn't handle it anymore, she cums all over Karina's big shaft. Karina groaned as she felt her cum all over her cock. Karina's cock twitches, releasing a torrent of hot cum inside Minjeong's tight hole as she cums along with her. The feeling of satisfaction washes over her, and Karina's hips continue to pound against Minjeong's body, driving her massive load deep into Minjeong's tight walls as she releases her essence inside her partner. Karina's voice is low and rough, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction as she declares, "You're mine." Karina's cock remains buried deep within Minjeong's tight channel, her balls slapping against Minjeong's ass cheeks as she looks down at Minjeong with a mix of pride and lust in her eyes. She saw that Minjeong was tired and sore, she leans down and captures Minjeong's lips in another passionate kiss, sharing her seed with her partner as she revels in the aftermath of their intense lovemaking session.

"Mmm," she murmurs against Minjeong's lips, "That was incredible. You took my thick cock so well, my love." Karina's voice is soft and gentle as she speaks, her hands caressing Minjeong's face and running through their hair while her massive cock still throbs inside Minjeong's body. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, my love. And don't worry about feeling sore – that’s just proof of how well you took my cock.”

“Now,” she says, “I want you to relax and let me take care of you. Lie back and let me pamper you.”Karina's cock pulls almost fully out of Minjeong's body before beginning to pulse, releasing a final spurt of cum onto the sheets beneath them as she moves away from Minjeong's body. Smiling, she begins to clean up the mess they made, taking care of her ‘best friend’ in a way only she knows how. As she does so, she promises herself that this would be the last time they shared such an intimate moment. There was something special about Minjeong, and she knew that she wanted more of it in her life. Minjeong was already snuggled on the bed. Karina gently tucks Minjeong under the covers, making sure they're comfortable before joining them. She wraps her arms around Minjeong, pulling her close to her chest, resting her head on top of Minjeong's head as Minjeong drifts off to sleep, content with what they had shared tonight. “Goodnight, sweetheart. I’ll stay here until you wake up.” Karina whispered softly, as she kisses Minjeong’s forehead, “I love you.” the latter hummed in response nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t fighting the urge to say it back.

Karina's heart swells with love as she holds onto Minjeong, feeling the warmth of their body against hers and the softness of their skin against her own. She could feel her ‘partner's ‘ heartbeat slowing down, indicating that they were falling into a deep sleep. Karina closed her eyes, but not before casting one last glance towards Minjeong to make sure everything was alright.

It was the next day, Minjeong woke up after that passionate love making between her and Karina. She sat up, slumping on the bed, rubbing her eyes. Her eyes adjusted to the light caused by the sun through her window. Minjeong felt that her best friend wasn’t there beside her, so she panicked. Minjeong ran her hand on the bed, she wasn't by her side. Minjeong ran around her own home, hoping Karina would be there, just making coffee. To her surprise, she saw no one. Feeling dumbfounded, the words she said that night echoes through her mind. Did she even mean everything she said last night? I mean, who could stay, right? She thought, feeling gloomy, looking for the after care from her beloved. She couldn't help but overthink; not even a note? A text? Minjeong felt like a one night stand, all alone. As she opens all her social media, she stumbles over a notification on twitter that has Karina’s name on it. Is it a text? She opens the notification

"I guess I know my answer."

[quendlyn]

A Secret You Would Die For

Inspired by this clip from Death Becomes Her, the musical. The whole musical was fantastic. I can't wait till the whole soundtrack is out. If you can't tell by my previous posts that I am hyperficsating on Batman and Danny Phantom, have I seen either of the source materials? Kinda, but mostly no, wait, where was I going with this....RIGHT.

Basically, a new villain/cult/evildoer has surfaced in Gotham. But wait, they're not actually new. According to what Tim has found, the same people who are committing some of the cold cases are also committing current-day crimes. But how? Some of these cold cases are really old! After some digging, Tim discovered that all of these people have one thing in common: they all went to a very specific store. You can't find this store on Google; apparently, you can only even know its location through a business card. And, well, technically, Tim did find its location through a business card. A business card he stole from the store's newest customer. With a couple of other members of the bat family, Tim sneaks into the store. The store looked normal, just some candles, ghost plushies, salts, incense, and crystals. It all looks normal except for something very curious sitting on the front counter. A glowing green crystal on the counter. It looks like a recreation of a bottle with the way glass encases the crystal. All it takes is pressing down on its metal head for the purple in the back to flutter in a new breeze. Tim and Co. find a long black marble staircase that leads to a basement, no a ballroom. The room is supported by marble pillars scattered around. He can feel the chill of the floor permeate through his boots. A hoard of people in skimpy vine-like body suits surrounds them. There's not enough of them to be an issue in most cases. Regular goons, easy peasy. Highly trained, athletic attackers with home-field advantage, some idea of their weaknesses, and outnumber them greatly, well, that's an issue. To put it simply, they lose and are tied up before another staircase opposite the main exit. A gorgeous woman decked out in a high-low dress mimicking leaves and purple flowers. She looks over all of them before she speaks. She explains how, since the beginning of Gotham, she's been freeing beautiful young people of their imperfections. When they question how, she offers to give them a demonstration. The thorn-clad goons drag Tim to kneel at her feet. She pulls something from her vast, sweeping sleeve. It is just like the crystal at the desk, but instead of a crystal, it is full of a glowing green liquid. Removing the top reveals a long, thin dagger that she plunges through his finger. She places it back in the vial for a bit before forcing Tim to drink it. The vigilantes behind Tim writhe in their bonds, their breath quick in anticipation of what will happen to one of their birds.

Nothing happens for Tim besides a cold, iron-like taste refusing to fade from his mouth until a cold seeps through his body from his heart. The shock of his heart no longer beating steals the breath from his lungs. They don't fight to pull any more air in. The cold seeps into his bones and forces his muscles to relax. He can barely feel the hands that pick his slumped body up from the floor. His vision darkens around the edges as he is laid on a purple chaise lounge. He can't feel the plush underneath his hand. Panic and fear slip through his fingers as his hearing fades. Then the ice turns from comforting to burning as he's ripped away from death's eternal sleep. His muscles spasm, and his back arches; there's no breath in his lungs to formulate words. He shakes with his head pressed against the cold, cold floor. The taste of cold iron mixes with the taste of bile. Amethyst heels click against the floor towards him. A hand her hand lifts his chin gently, blue eyes meet violet. She smiles.

[dollivue]

my thoughts on bda 6

beware that im not someone who usually has super outstanding analyses or theorizes very often BUT i wanted to get my thoughts out since we're right at the tail end of tetro pink:

based on what we know from the investigation and the states of the remaining cast, i don't see this being anything other than a sacrificial suicide. as of right now, it simply doesn't make any sense to me that any of the other students would go after or be able to overpower HAYASHI MAI of all people. sure, she wasn't in the best state due to loyalty game, but i still think she would have a lot of fight left in her.

after going through the body investigation, it sounds to me like hayashi stabbed herself. the reason for her being in the actual pool itself is pretty vague. "Look at her hands... They're all cut up." "Do you think she fought back?... But it doesn't exactly look messy." depending on how the cuts looks, it's likely they come from hayashi's hands slipping - it's quite common in murder cases when a killer stabs their victim multiple times that their hand ends up slipping and gets cut on the blade due to the amount of blood. if i had to guess? maybe the length of the sword or some type of liquid like water caused her hand to slip.

since hayashi is the one who took inventory of all the supplies in the arsenal, it wouldn't be a far fetched idea to believe that she used that knowledge to her advantage in order to supply herself with a weapon (likely a sword, considering there is an exit wound on her back) and use bombs in order to A. deter the students from specific rooms due to there being no evidence, or B. using them to put more emphasis on certain rooms she wants them to investigate.

wada masanari — he... quite literally didn't have access to the basement where hayashi's body was found. he's also been incredibly weak and sick, not having eaten in DAYS. there's also a vast weight and height difference; wada being 154cm, 73.4lb and hayashi being 198cm. even in her wounded state, she could easily overpower wada if he tried to attack her.

taking suspicion off the students:

yanagi shigeki — the NUMBER ONE person who cared for hayashi, literally confessing his love for her MULTIPLE TIMES just hours before she died. he's also one of the two who were trapped in medbay all night, rendering it practically impossible for him to touch hayashi.

hasegawa ken — again, trapped in medbay all night. if i ABSOLUTELY HAD to, gun to my head, pick a student who killed hayashi, i would pick ken simply because i also think he was the one leaving those notes to hayashi and setting the door traps. don't necessarily have any evidence for this one, just a hunch.

tamba ruiko — someone who was also quite close with hayashi, often seen with her ever since chapter 1. it would be incredibly difficult for her to attack hayashi, let alone kill her due to her broken leg and need crutches.

ojima takeshi — this guy has been drunk the last 2-3 days. while there have been instances where he harms himself or others while spaced out (picking at his stitches, grabbing ken's arm), i seriously don't think he would full on kill someone while drunk or spaced out. it seems like too far-fetched of an idea that von wouldn't ever include in her writing

hiroaki nakamigawa — THIS GUY has been high and sick. he's been feeling absolutely god awful the past few days, and has also made it incredibly obvious that he can't stand being near anything gorey or gross.

however, at the end of the day i could be completely wrong about everything and look like a fool after next week's trial LMAO. either my thought will change during the trial or i'll be deadset on this theory 🤷‍♀️

[lmlknn]

Too calm

Pairing: Platonic! Shiratorizawa volleyball team x Male! Tokito! Reader.

Warnings: Bad words (?), body type description, using the word "deadpan" too many times.

Summary: The Shiratorizawa High School volleyball team was known for its great power, but one of its prodigies was too calm, even selfless...At a camp that was organized with the intention of sharing knowledge, the other teams are surprised by this prodigy.

Notes: English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

The Shiratorizawa team entered with an aura of power accompanying them, but what surprised them the most was seeing a boy with long black hair with mint green tips.

His mint green eyes were expressionless, and his serene face gave him an air of disinterest, but what surprised them the most was his height; he was probably the same height as Hinata, but he was still part of such a great school.

He was next to Ushijima and Tendou; on his shoulder hung the backpack where his belongings were.

Hinata tried to run towards the strange member, but the grip that Sugawara had on him prevented him from doing so.

—Kageyama, did you see him!? —Hinata asked full of emotion. He was more indignant than surprised. How had a 1.60 skinny guy managed to enter Shiratorizawa and he hadn't?

—It's good that we're all together now; If some of you don't know me, I'm coach Nekomata, from Nekoma. If you don't mind, we can have a little match so the other schools can see how their teams are doing. —Nekoma's coach was old, and (M/n) couldn't help but feel confused.

What was such a big man doing here? Was he a volleyball fanatic like coach Washijo?

All the coaches agreed and made little pieces of paper with the names of each team.

Honestly, (M/n) didn't know any of them and didn't remember any prodigies either. Well, Aoba Johsai was the exception, since the rivalry that the captain of said team had with his was strange, at least from his point of view.

He sneaked up to Semi, since he was the closest one. —Senpai, what teams are they? —he asked in a low voice.

The older man shuddered at the fright that (M/n)'s appearance produced in him. —Ah, they're Fukurodani, Inarizaki, Nekoma, Aoba Johsai, and Karasuno—he answered. With each team he named, he pointed at them so (M/n) could locate them without problems.

—Okay, thanks, Senpai. —He walked away again, waiting for them to name the teams that were going to play.

Minutes later, their coach arrived with his characteristic frown. —Get ready, it's you against Karazuno. —Without further ado, they began to warm up under Ushijima's command.

—Poor crows, we're going to bury them —Tendou mocked. —Don't be so harsh, they're just resurfacing —Reon replied.

Both teams were warming up, but the baby crows' gaze couldn't be taken off of (M/n)'s figure.

During the entire training, they couldn't find anything relevant; Although his flexibility was greater than expected, it was not something incredible, his movements even seemed weak.

The whistle blew, indicating the start of the friendly match. The players took their positions and Shiratorizawa let Karasuno make the first serve.

They received it easily and Shirabu was quick to position himself under the ball to quickly place the ball.

Ushijima's left foot soon connected with the ball and thus the first point of the match was scored. The other teams watched the match with interest.

The mysterious player who represented (M/n) was motionless, in the right corner. His mint eyes observed the trajectory of the ball; his posture was relaxed, he showed no intention of running to make a shot or to block or simply make a reception.

Surprisingly, Nishinoya managed to elevate Ushijima's shot and, taking advantage of the fact that Tendou was not in the lineup, Kageyama placed the ball to Hinata, making a quick one.

Hinata aimed at (M/n)'s position as he was confident that he wasn't going to make any move to receive.

His confidence was destroyed the moment the ball was blocked; (M/n)'s still expressionless face managed to send a shiver down the spine of the entire crow team.

His jump was incredible, and his reaction speed even more so. With a smile, Tendou cheered on (M/n) from the benches.

With both feet on the ground, Hinata watched the opponent in disbelief. The brown and green orbs came together; the tangerine felt intimidated almost instantly.

How had he guessed where Kageyama was going to aim? How did he manage to block the ball with such calmness?

(M/n) returned to his position, giving a small nod in response to the praise he was receiving from his team.

Ignoring the surprised faces and some gaping mouths from all the other spectators. The whistle blew again, confirming the point in favor of the eagles.

It was Shiratorizawa's turn to serve and, to Karasuno's nervousness, the person who had just blocked Hinata was the next to serve.

A small flame of hope flickered in their hearts; (M/n) couldn't be good at everything, right?

Of course he could; after all, Shiratorizawa was one of the most powerful teams in the prefecture.

The ball was in (M/n)'s small hand, he took a few steps back, bounced the ball four times and held it in front of him.

When the whistle reached his ears, the ball was thrown upwards; (M/n)'s movements were very fast, impossible to capture.

The sound of the ball crashing against the ground was the only proof of the powerful serve that (M/n) had made.

—What the hell!?

—When did he hit the ball!?

Although surprise had invaded everyone present (except for his team), (M/n)'s face remained unperturbed.

A ball fell into his hands again; he turned it in his hands at the same time that he walked to the same place where he had served.

—I'm going to receive it! —Nishinoya shouted with an almost palpable determination. —Oh, I wouldn't be so sure —Tendou answered upon hearing Nishinoya.

The ball rose again, with the gaze of more than fifty people on it. (M/n) ran after the ball and hit it with the palm of his hand.

The movements were fast; The ease and delicacy with which he performed them made it seem like he had performed them millions of times.

The surprise increased in the spectators; the force with which the ball hit the ground did not correspond to (M/n)'s physique.

His body was slender, he looked like the uniform was going to eat him up because it was so big, he had arms that looked like spaghetti (according to Oikawa's kind review), and from his expression, it seemed like he didn't care about volleyball.

But even so, the strength, speed, technique and skill were undeniable and above all powerful. The whistle declared the point for Shiratorizawa, since Nishinoya failed to lift the ball.

The tension was beginning to be felt on the shoulders of the crows team; Shiratorizawa was already at set point.

"Give them a calmer serve," Shirabu murmured. (M/n) turned his gaze towards Ushijima, seeking the approval of his captain.

With a small nod, (M/n) heeded Shirabu's request and made a simple serve.

Even so, Karazuno had trouble receiving it. With Daichi's shouts for the reception he made to be covered being answered by Asahi, Kageyama took possession of the ball again; his gaze fell on (M/n)'s position, he showed no intention of moving, and his gaze was fixed on the ground.

"I'm going to do a feint," Kageyama thought. Hinata had already started running, which would be the perfect decoy for his "plan."

The setters of the other teams who were watching managed to pick up on the small signals that Kageyama gave, even if they were very discreet; they trusted that Shirabu or some other member of Shiratorizawa would not be able to pick up on said signals due to the heat of the intense game.

Like a blur, (M/n) moved closer to block the ball; soon, both of them entered into a battle of strength.

The power that (M/n) exerted on the ball was greater than Kageyama could handle, and with a frustrated sound from the crow, the victory of the first set went to Shiratorizawa.

“The little guy has great power,” Atsumu said. “What if we take him to Inarizaki?” he asked in the air, receiving murderous glances from the eagles who managed to hear him.

They started the second set. (M/n) was now in the center of the first row, his face just as expressionless, without a single drop of sweat on it.

The ball went back and forth from each side of the court; the points were going in favor of Shiratorizawa, Karasuno no longer knew what else to do to be able to collect more points.

With frustration, Hinata decided to spike only in the direction of (M/n), trusting that at some point he would have to tire and they would start to fail, giving them the opportunity to win.

He shared his great ideas with Kageyama, who, although he was not very sure, decided to support the idea, since they no longer had much to lose.

Every shot was blocked or received perfectly, but the first-year duo of crows' spirits rose to heaven as they saw one of the many shots they had tried to score finally succeed.

They watched (M/n)'s reaction; in fact, everyone was watching him at that moment, as they wanted to see something more than the typical face of disinterest (misinterpreted), but his reaction was the same.

His mint green eyes followed the ball that rolled slower and slower, without a hint of frustration at seeing that he failed to reach the ball or something like that.

With the same expressionless face, (M/n) turned around and walked back to his position. Anger grew in Kageyama; while his team was giving it their all, this kid didn't even bother to pretend to fight.

He clenched his jaw, as an attempt to calm his anger. "It seems that the effect that (M/n)-chan has on the setters is always the same," Oikawa said mockingly.

It was true, Karasuno's first-year setter had had the same reaction as Seijoh, Fukurodani, Inarizaki, and even Shirabu and Semi when they played matches between the team.

"As long as I don't go to the same extreme as you, the reactions don't matter," Iwaizumi replied. "Ack!" "I already told you that was a mistake and I deeply regret it!" he defended himself.

On the crows' side, the afternoon Kageyama was beginning to affect all the other players. "Don't let this affect you, Kageyama-kun!" "We can beat them!" Sugawara spoke, trying to cheer up his kohai.

"Kageyama! Give me all the balls! I'll make him give us some reaction!" Hinata shouted. This brought comfort to the team; no matter how the match progressed, Hinata was always willing to try harder.

“You heard me, give it your all,” Keishin said. With that, the players returned to their positions; Shiratorizawa’s lineup had changed: Tendou was in the front row while (M/n) was in the back.

“Are you in a new mood now?” “Too bad, we’re going to crush you,” the red-headed third-year mocked.

“Tendou.”

Ushijima was the one to stop his mockery; with one last smirk, Tendou turned to look at his captain. “I’m just defending (M/n)-chan, Wakatoshi-kun.” (M/n)’s gaze went to the red-head.

“I’m sure (M/n)-kun doesn’t mind what’s going on at all,” the captain replied. Both third-years’ attention went to the mysterious first-year.

Although he kept his expressionless face, Tendou and Ushijima understood that it was true that he didn't care about the other team's comments and/or actions.

Yamaguchi came in as a pinch-server. Out of nerves, the ball headed to (M/n), who didn't have much trouble getting into position to receive the ball.

The screams of the entire gym began after the ball fell before it reached (M/n)'s arms.

—YES!

—VERY GOOD, YAMAGUCHI-KUN!

Another ball was handed to Tadashi; repeating his movements and hoping for the result to be the same, he hit the ball.

But unfortunately, he put too much force into the hit, waiting for Shiratorizawa to let go of the ball; he was surprised to see that (M/n) had run to receive it.

The skill with which he manipulated the ball gave the impression that it was going where (M/n) wanted it to go.

Shirabu placed the ball, but there was no one to shoot, or at least that's what Karasuno thought. They watched as the quick attack that had begun to represent Karazuno's monster duo was executed by (M/n); the difference was that he had looked for a place that was not in the range of the other players.

With that last play, the game ended, declaring Shiratorizawa's victory.

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After Karasuno's embarrassing defeat, the other teams dedicated themselves to training and occasionally playing other games. Their schedules were tight, as they got up at seven in the morning, had a small breakfast, started training at around seven thirty, rested at two, ate, had a game and the rest was free time.

However, Shiratorizawa had a different training regimen: they would go out for a run at five in the morning and train from seven to three; they would eat and watch whatever match was on. Once they were done, they would train again until seven; thus, they finally had free time.

Thanks to the camp, various teams of setters, captains, aces, liberos, etc. had been formed.

The setter team was finishing training their positions; they had agreed to share their knowledge after each training. Even Kenma, Shirabu, and Semi had agreed to participate in said training.

—Semi-san, I have a question about a certain member of your team. —Sugawara broke the silence. —About who? —answered the other platinum.

—(M/n)-kun is very calm, I would dare say disinterested, but his talent in volleyball is surprising. —The attention of the other setters soon fell on the conversation.

—He is a good boy, he is dedicated and, although he has natural talent, he has practiced very hard to get where he is. I know that he seems disinterested, but he has a great passion for the sport. Just as Semi finished speaking, they passed by one of the gyms that were in the place where they were staying.

The sounds of shoes squeaking against the floor and the ball hitting the ground caught their attention; the other sub-teams had already finished training, so they did not know who it could be.

Inside the gym, (M/n) had just jumped to do a jump with a floating serve, for the first time in all their time in the camp; they saw him a little more agitated and with sweat running down his face.

They saw him walk towards the ball cart, grab one, throw it in the air and run after it to receive it skidding on the ground, stand up quickly and continue hitting the ball.

A gasp of surprise came out in unison when they saw how (M/n) fell to the ground after his ankle was bent.

Although the setters outside of Shiratorizawa wanted to help him, they were stopped by Shirabu. —Don't intervene, (M/n)-san is very hard with his training.

At the same time, the black-haired man stood up, threw the ball again and made another serve. —Semi-senpai, Shirabu-senpai, could someone throw me some balls to finish? —asked (M/n). His voice was serious, though it wasn't as thick as they expected.

“Hey! (M/n)!” Kageyama shouted. (M/n)'s gaze went to the blue-haired boy, waiting for him to speak. “Why do you play volleyball?” Kageyama asked.

“Why should I answer you?” “I don't know you, you're just another player,” (M/n) replied defensively.

“Come on, (M/n)-chan, I'm wondering the same thing too,” Oikawa added with a playful smile. “I don't even remember their names.” “If it's not for something important, don't talk to me.” Without waiting for an answer from his setters, (M/n) turned around to pick up all the balls that were lying around and go take a shower.

But the question still lingered in his mind. Why did he play volleyball? His memories were shrouded in a fog; his first clear memory was of him training until his legs failed. I didn't know why, but volleyball has been around since the beginning.

Why would I give up something I was good at? I didn't know why I played volleyball, maybe I had made a promise, maybe it was just a coincidence...

[poetryandfluffycats]

Enstars NSFW Month Day 8 - Rinne Amagi

A/N: wrote this in like 20 minutes enjoy. sorry that its not like full on NSFW I'm actually not sure if this counts for nsfw month but oh well

Pairing: Rinne Amagi x fem!Producer!reader

Content: You're a new producer at ES and Crazy:B is the first unit you are trusted to produce. Rinne knows this, and decides to have a little bit of fun with you.

Warnings: kinda NSFW(?), teasing, spanking, fondling, panty theft, usual rinne behaviour

Words: 787

NSFW oneshot under cut!

Somethin' Wrong, Producer?

Rinne Amagi was a man who loved to tease. His words, his hands, his voice- All of them perfect tools as his disposal. And who else was better to rile up than you, the young, sweet and innocent producer of Crazy:B?

You hated much he made you blush.

He'd pull you into his lap at meetings and rehearsals, whispering the dirtiest possible things in your ear just loud enough for the whole room to hear. His hands would roam all over your legs and thighs, sometimes trying to sneak up your skirt and only stopping if you swatted him away

God he was relentless. To top it all off, he always ended these stupid acts of workplace harassment with a laugh and a wink at the other Crazy:B members. Sometimes they'd scold him, other times they'd simply sigh and go on with whatever it was they were doing. It depended on the day, really.

It was hard to tell whether they were in on the joke or if they just couldn't be bothered with his bullshit. You hoped for the latter. How unprofessional would you look if the very first unit you produced had been making a fool out of you for months? You'd lose your job for sure.

"I wonder what ya'd look like stuffed full of my cock..."

Ah.

You'd been so caught up in your wallows of self pity while waiting for your paperwork to finish photocopying at the printer that you hadn't noticed Rinne sneak up behind you, his arm snaking around your waist, settling on your hips and pulling you close. You yelped in surprise, immediately struggling against his hold. Your struggle was mostly in vain, however, as he was easily able to overpower you by grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head.

And honestly? You didn't really want him to stop.

His hot breath tickled your ear as he laughed, only proving more to you that you looked absolutely pathetic to him. He was well aware of how his teasing made your head spin and he was going to use that to his full advantage.

"Somethin' wrong, producer?" He cooed, dropping your hands and moving his own to the small of your back, his fingers digging into the muscles there. "Yer all tense back here..."

You could have escaped there, could have slapped him and ran away. But god... something about the way he said your title made you weak in the knees. Your heart wanted him to keep talking, to keep whispering dirty things until you came undone just from his voice.

A whine left your throat as he trailed lower and lower, eventually resting on the fat of your ass and kneading the skin like a cat kneads a blanket through your skirt.

"Whatca got on underneath this, huh? Lace maybe?" Another laugh from him, another whine from you as he slipped a hand in between your legs, giving teasing slaps to your cheeks. "Nah, cotton. Just plain old cotton panties for ya. Ya don't like nothin' fancy?"

"You don't have to sound so disappointed! They're... they're comfortable! And easy to clean!" You snapped back, having to swallow a moan in the process as Rinne gave your ass another squeeze, harder than the previous ones.

"Mh, true. Good for when I get ya all wet 'n' dirty, ay?"

Oh god. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. You'd probably cum on the spot if he kept up with that voice of his.

"Maybe I'll take ya shoppin' sometime. I'd like to help pick somethin' out for my-little-slut~" He punctuated the last three words by pulling your panties down bit by bit, letting them rest just above your knees.

You groaned, body betraying you as you leaned back into his touch. "I-I don't need new panties..."

"Ya will"

Suddenly, before you had time to react, Rinne ripped the flimsy fabric of your panties right off your body, shoving them into his pant pocket and slapping your now bare ass hard, leaving a faint red mark.

"I'll give em back in a few days, allrigh'? They smell just like ya, gonna help me have a nice night if ya get what I'm sayin'"

You stood in shock with wide eyes as Rinne finally let go of you fully, giving you one final pat on the ass before strutting away like nothing had happen, turning back only to blow you a kiss and a wink, his signature laugh echoing through the small room.

You felt a warm sensation in your belly, and you quickly realised that you'd been dripping your slick all over the floors.

What on earth were you going to do with him?

[free-boundsoul]

I keep thinking about the ea

I have a few thoughts. Pre warning I shoulda been in bed 2 hours ago so imma little loopy

Im picking up early Gavin vibes from Porter, in the way that he's always mentioning his Empowered-ness to Treasure. Always reminding them that he is 'other'. (Maybe he's trying to maintain a boundary by reminding himself that they are unempowered and mortal and he doesn't have an eternity with him. And he doesn't want to bring them into it when he's afraid of losing his own life by stepping out of line)

"I said, no you don’t. You couldn’t possibly understand what this is like, you’re a human."

Oof Porter, this fucking stung. Also felt a bit...belittling? I think that's the word I'm thinking of. Which felt even worse when he compared their "problems" were mundane and his held so much more weight. (Which, in the grand scheme of things, is probably true. But we shouldn't weigh one thing over another. You never know what someone is going through. What they could be hiding. How their life is going and how close they are to the edge. How one wrong word or action could be the straw that breaks the camels back. Pain shouldn't be measured)

"Now that’s rich, coming from you. Tell me, have you ever taken more than a moment to think of the chain of events that has led to us standing here in this room together? The kind of internal tumult that has led you here into the arms of a total stranger, inconceivably vast power imbalance and all? And you think I’m the only one who needs help? You think you have a leg to stand on telling me that I need to work on myself while being completely blind to your own issues? Those are some beautiful stones you’ve been throwing in this glass house, wherever did you get them? God. When I want to be false-therapized and patronized by a hypocrite, I’ll let you know."

My first thought (after the pain that sparked in my chest at this dig) was that what if Treasure is going to therapy? Trying to better themselves after meeting Porter because he was right. Their friends did take advantage of them and they had been too scared to talk about it, confront them. They wanted to be better for him but was scared to admit that they were going to therapy because of things they heard growing up. That therapy was a weakness or a waste of money. It was only for crazy people or people who had trauma and their life wasn't so bad.

They can see that Porter is suffering. He needs a healthy outlet. And communication is key to any relationship. They didn't communicate well enough to their friends, so they want to communicate with Porter, be there for him like no one was for them until him.

But they're only human, and they're new to this and they can't help but feel frustrated. They say things they regret. It's a folly of being a person.

"What’s that? Say it with your full chest, Treasure. If you want the words to hurt, you have to say it like you mean them. No no, come on now. Say it. Spit it. Let’s be honest with each other for once, all the way. Good. And now, in return: I’m not the only coward in this room. If you think for one second that what we have here isn’t both of us running away, then you need to turn that appraising gaze inward for a bit. If I’m avoidant, then my god, what does that make you?"

Im sorry but my only thought with this was imagining Porter lightly holding their throat, fingers pressing lightly enough for them to feel it as he leans in close. His breath ghosting their cheek as he keeps those silver eyes, swirling with frustration and pain, locked on theirs.

"So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go figure out what I need to do to save a few dozen lives, if not multiple Houses. I’ll leave you to solve whatever your equivalent conundrum would be, like… should you actually do your laundry tonight or just push the pile farther over on the bed? Again? Good night."

Of course he had to get the last words in and they are scathing.

Now, I keep thinking about how Treasure might react and there are too many options.

Treasure fixating on the fact that because they are human, they aren't enough to be in a relationship with Porter. Maybe they go to Wonderworld to see if anyone there would turn them?

Treasure distancing themselves from Porter. If their problems are so mundane, they won't talk about them. Whenever Porter asks how their day was it just becomes "Oh, it was fine. Nothing interesting happened." No matter if the day was joyous or frustrating or even devastating. Their 'human' worries can't compare to all that Porter is going though, they shouldn't waste his time on them.

Treasure feeling like they're only a distraction that Porter picked up so he could momentarily forget what he does for his King. They wanted a relationship with him. But how could they be with him if they only have seen one side to him? Eventually people get bored of a distraction, right? How long would it take for Porter to lose interest and then he'd be gone?

Darkest turn would be if Treasure asked Porter to make them forget about the Empowered world. He was right, they were only human. They didn't belong in his life after all, leaving Porter to be the only one who remembered the time they spent together.

But I mean... it could always end up in angry make up sex too. 🤷‍♀️

[scoonsalicious]

4.3 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sex

Word Count: 432

Previously On...: On your first date, you confessed to Bucky what you knew about his past, and that you don't blame him for any of it.

A/N: Another short part today, friends.

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After dinner, Bucky had decided to take Major on a walk along the High Line. The night air was warm, unlike the night before, and the walkway was filled with just enough people to feel alive and electric, without feeling overly crowded. 

“Do you want to stop somewhere to get a drink?” he asked her, not wanting the night to end. They  came upon a man playing a saxophone, and stopped for a moment to listen. “I was actually kind of hoping to head home after this,” Major said, resting her cheek on Bucky’s arm. “Oh,” said Bucky, feeling deflated. “Yeah, of course, doll.” Had he done something wrong? 

“Can’t have sex if we’re out getting a drink, can we?” she asked, looking up at him with a seductive smile that sent all the blood rushing straight to his cock.

“Christ, doll.” Bucky put his hands on her hips, turning her so that she was facing him. “I thought you were telling me you were done and you wanted me to drop you off at your place.”

Major slid her hands up along his arms before draping them over his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. “I’ve barely started with you, Sergeant,” she said teasingly, getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Bucky felt his knees go weak at the press of her warm, soft lips against his own and took full advantage of the little gasp she let out to send his tongue into her mouth to gently explore. 

His hands held her flush against him, and he knew she could feel the length of his erection pressing into her stomach. He wanted her so badly, it was almost ridiculous. “Doll,” he groaned when Major broke for air, “you’re killing me.”

“Then we better get back to my place so I can resuscitate you with mouth-to-cock,” she offered. Taking his hand, Major turned from him, leading him back toward the way they had come.

They’d only taken a few steps when Bucky pulled her back to him. He had to. “Doll,” he panted as he nuzzled his face into the crook of Major’s neck and was rewarded with a low moan from her mouth, “what if I can’t wait until we get back to your place? What if I have to have you before then?”

“Car?” Major asked, her voice coming out a breathless gasp, and Bucky nearly lost it. With a noise resembling a growl, he picked her up and, tossing her over his shoulder as she let out a squeal of delight, practically raced back to the car.

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[hwnglx]

this one was a little! harsh. again, please remember i'm entering other idols' energy and looking into their pov of hyunjin. this is a very subjective and superficial perspective.

hyunjin's reputation among idols

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

female idols

song: lost cause by billie eilish

their energy was crazy. i just casually started tearing up and getting weirdly sentimental while writing this, so.. definitely some strong emotion present here? also immediately thought of the song mentioned above. especially the “i used to think you were shy, but maybe you just had nothing on your mind. maybe you were thinking about yourself all the time.” line.

so, hyunjin's reputation among female idols doesn't look great persé. he's viewed as a guy who's likely to have flirted with anyone fitting his idea of attractive. a bit of a ladies' man, who for sure enjoys the ego-stroking that comes with female validation. he's great at these short but emotional flings, meaning in the moment he's great at deceiving and deluding people into him being serious about it. there is this huge perception of him just being kinda.. delusional and unrealistic, living in a dream world of his own and willingly wearing these rose-colored glasses. if hyunjin connects to you romantically, he's amazing at dragging you with him into that world. like dating (? or hooking up? energy is mostly physical with this perception of a shortlived emotional bond) with him can be a bit of a rollercoaster.. with an irresistible high, and the following disappointing low. definitely a certain addictiveness to it. he knows his powers and what he can do to people, how he can use them to his own advantage.

he's very good at appearing a certain way but being another. meaning he puts on this prince charming on a white horse act, but once you look beyond that, or you just get close enough to knowing his actual self, he's much more selfish and greedy for his own good, than you'd expect. many female idols have this view of him as someone who only enters connections in order to gain something for himself, mostly validation. he puts a lot of importance into superficial things, such as fame, popularity, reputation, image, money, power.. they think he struggles finding true emotional fulfilllment, doesn't really know what he sincerely needs and is disconnected to his inner voice. he therefore just goes on hopping from one person to another. pretty bad at committing to relationships. he's great at entertaining the idea of them, but doesn't live up to the idea in reality. he's very in or out, not always available. prone to ghosting people out of nowhere and not recognizing or not wanting to acknowledge the toxicity behind his actions.

he's not very self-aware in their eyes. he hates confronting or acknowledging certain realities and therefore runs away from them. like he just runs away from his problems essentially. doesn't take accountability for his actions. hyunjin is a bit like an immature and irresponsible child to them. he gets afraid to admit to his mistakes because he's scared to get hurt, or make himself appear weak or flawed. some of them think it's pathetic. (they're very harsh in their judgement for sure lol)

there are some female idols though, who view him as mysterious and intriguing, and very desirable too. they think he has a strong presence, and he has this aura to him that awakens your interest, makes you wonder who he truly is. i can sense he's probably someone who does most of the approaching (surprisingly straightforward and direct) but doesn't have many people actually approach him, since he doesn't have very accessible energy. there's a good portion of female idols just staring at him like 🫢😯 and whispering and gossiping. they look at him as this unapproachable guy full of mystery, someone they can't figure out.

male idols

so, male idols look at hyunjin in a lighter manner. opinions do seem to vary though.

he's someone who's also just kinda in and out in their eyes. like at one point, you'll be with him, enjoying his company and seeming like you became pretty close, in the next he'll just be gone and unreachable. he's someone unpredictable and moody to them, like you never really know what phase in life he'll be in. someone very sensitive and easily affected by external influences, who therefore naturally goes through many ups and downs in life. however, they think he doesn't really let people in when it comes to his internal world. he's good at the superficial connections, i can see him being a lot of fun at parties, but many male idols feel like they don't actually know him as well as they think.

however additionally, there is this perception of him being.. overly sensitive. like do not touch hyunjin when he's going through something. some male idols think he's way too easily stressed out about things, makes a big deal out of everything, constantly self-sabotages and creates himself problems when there's none. in their eyes, he's a bit of a pain in the ass in this way. like just unbearable. you won't get him to open up easily, but once he does, he'll probably puke all his concerns out in hours and overwhelm the hell out of the person he's with.

but i have to say, he has an immense amount of respect from his peers in a professional manner. many male idols think he's the stand-out member in stray kids. they think it's impressive how he's been able to pave himself a way and reputation of his own. a lot of approval and acknowledgement of his not only his abilities, but also his efforts career-wise. it's giving this role model among quite a few idols, especially rookies. i can tell there's this tendency for them to be in awe of group members who just stand out and have these main-character vibes among the rest. many of them would like to imitate hyunjin's career trajectory and are eager to reach a similar reputation professionally. he has this image of having fulfilled his dreams with his own efforts, probably because of them turning him into the main dancer of the group, rather than him being “born talented”. the professional applause for hyunjin is something that's for sure spread among the majority of male idols. his career is very commendable and praiseworthy in their eyes.

[beesspacedotorg]

beebebebebebebeebee… kitties minbin grooming each other 🥹🥹

hihi. there's no porn in this. just kitties being kitties! I was gonna write porn, and then decided I just wanted cats!!

Minho hated Changbinnie when you first brought him home. Hate … might be a strong word, but your Lino certainly didn't like the other cat. Went so far as to hiss at him whenever he sat in the wrong spot on the couch. It took a while, and several long, tough conversations where Minho was being exceptionally stubborn before they warmed up to each other.

(To his credit, Changbin seemed ecstatic at having an older friend. Wanted to be attached to Minho’s hip despite the other cat's best efforts.)

Looking at the two of them now, though, you'd never know that they used to not get along.

When you walk in after work, your job which you hate, Lino has Changbin pinned to the couch, licking his face while Binnie fusses underneath him.

“Yah!” It comes out as more of a yowl than a yell, “Let go!”

“Changbinnie,” Minho's voice is cloying and sweet, “stop wiggling or hyung will accidentally bite you.”

“I'm not- stop it- I'm not dirty! You don't need to clean me!” Changbin says, and Minho pulls back to stare at him with a frown, tail twitching behind him.

“I don't need to do anything. I'm doing this because I want to.” Changbin’s ears turn pink. “Or does Binniecat not want me to?” Minho pouts, fake and even though his back is turned to you, you can see the way his cute lips turn down.

“Ohhhh,” Minho flops over onto his back, trapping Changbin beneath him and giving the other a mouthful of hair, “Our Changbinnie doesn't like me anymore! Jagi,” he reaches out to you, “Changbinnie hates me.”

You snort. “I'm sure that's not true, Lino.”

“It is,” Minho yowls, rolling around on top of Changbin and causing him to groan in discomfort. “Changbinnie hates me and doesn't love me.”

“And why do you say that?”

“Because he won't let me-”

“Because I told him to stop licking my face.” You coo at how put upon your Binnie sounds, walking around to kneel on the ground next to the two of them to pinch at one of his full cheeks.

“Aigoo, is our Binnie sick of Lino’s grooming?” Your voice is high and pitched and you can see out of the corner of your eye how Minho’s ears have pinned themselves to his head in annoyance and you can feel when he flaps his tail hard against your arm.

“I just wanted to watch my shows.” Changbin is pouting at you, reaching out with his little hands to grab you in a bid for more affection. It works.

You are notoriously weak for displays of cuteness, willing to let anything slide if one of your kitties apologizes sweetly enough, and the two of them take advantage of this at any opportunity.

“Jagiiii!” Minho's drawn out whine sounds alarmingly close to your ear and when you turn your head to look at him, you're met with more of a Minho-shaped blur than anything else. You reach out to scratch between his ears.

“Yes, kitty cat?”

“Pay attention to me!” You giggle.

“And what about Binnie-bug?” Changbin headbutts your shoulder at the mention of his name.

“He doesn't love me anymore. Put him outside and let him become a stray.” Minho turns his head away, eyes closed and chin raised in the perfect image of distaste. The way he has one leg resting overtop of Changbin's gives his nonchalance away.

“Yah! Why don't we put you outside and let you become a stray?!” Changbin is leaving his post at your side to start wrestling with Minho.

“I lived here first!”

“I lived here second!!”

You laugh as their fighting takes them off the couch onto the floor, and you move from your spot next to the couch to take Changbin's now empty seat.

It's funny watching them wrestle, watching the way Minho's tail poofs up and the way Changbin’s ears disappear into his curly hair. If they were any closer to you you'd be able to see the way their pupils are blown wide from the fight.

Changbin gets a particularly good hit in and Minho lets out a high pitched meow, they're just playing, and you know now to only step in if hissing gets involved. That hasn't happened in a long time though, so you aren't worried.

Minho steps back and wiggles a little before pouncing on Changbin and you coo loud enough that they both turn their heads towards you.

“Oh, don't stop on my account, cuties.” Minho lets out a huff of air through his nose in that catty way of his before he goes back to wrestling Changbin to the ground.

Changbin usually lets Minho win. Something about cat hierarchy that you don't understand despite their attempts to explain it to you.

“It's the same reason we let you win, jagi.” Minho had said to you once.

“You don't let me do anything. I win based on my own merit and strength.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. Changbin snorted.

“Yeah, sure. You're very strong.” He’d said, kissing your cheek.

“I know I am! Thank you!” Minho had said something about feeding delusions and then the three of you had gone to sleep. Or, you went to sleep and the two of them started wrestling on top of your body in the middle of the night.

Either way, Changbin usually lets Minho win, but today he doesn't. He pins the older cat to the ground and grabs the scruff of his neck between his teeth. Minho struggles, tail thrashing wildly and growl building in his throat. Changbin answers with his own growl and Minho flops uselessly underneath him.

“You cheated.” Minho says, faced smushed into your rug.

“You're a sore loser.” Changbin replies, letting Minho turn over so he can straddle him.

You smile at the two of them and laugh, bright and joyful, when Changbin starts grooming Minho's face.

“Hey! Knock that off!” Minho says.

“Not so fun, is it?” Changbin says, pinning Minho's arms down when he tries to shove him off.

[fatuismooches]

Hi hi, it's me muzzle anon again ! How are you? I hope you are doing well, also sorry for this long rambling-

I juST remembered that when lyney and lynette were announced (?) some people thought that they would be One playable character, so I immediately thought how fragile reader and dottore being one playable character lol

just switching between them when you do a charge attack like furina's ability but instead of just color palate changing, a whole new person gets on the field lol

It's fun to imagine what their voiceline would be :]

Especially if we imagine that the only reason you would switch would be because they are in a fight when changing so the voicelines would be worried and/or intense?

And also fragile!reader being a support character and dottore being a DPS would fit the whole "we only need/have each other" mindset going on ?

ALSO ALSO when you add them to your team they could come into the screen dancing? Waltzing into their section then standing close to each other <3 evil couple being cool vibes

Their idle and voicelines probably would be still the same ?, talking as if the other is not there but maybe one special idle is like that one twirle/dance (?) idle from honkai star rail with Clara and Svarog? OH and Clara stumbles in that idle and svarog catches her , makes sense since fragile reader stumbles while trying to dance too so Dottore catches them by their waist and smirks, sharp teeth full display

...Also you know how characters has voicelines for hits/ damage? Reader and Dottore could have voicelines for warning each other to be careful, especially Dottore getting very worried when reader takes a heavy hit but when it comes to other characters he just goes scara mode maybe worse than, "Why are you even here?" or similiar to xiao going, "Weak."

(And maybe reader comparing the character that took damage to Dottore, praising him while degrading them gently lol <3)

Tho I'm not really sure how the teapot would work lol maybe there would be an option to switch them like you switch from night to day lol OR they automatically change when it's day/night I imagine that fragile reader would like the day time more and Dottore night, because he is a shady guy (and also because when he looks up to stars he remembers the Akademia days he had with reader and how they used to also stare at the stars <3)

With them being considered one character, now they are together forever <3

Sorry for the long message again <3 also english is not my first language so sorry if some parts seem weird I just rambled a lot without checking since i got very excited of the idea of a playable reader after the last post ehehe anyway hope u and everyone has a nice night/day!

- muzzle anon

OH MY GOSH NFKFEWFE I JUST LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MUZZLE ANON... ugh fragile reader and Dottore being playable is so real!! And i too remember that about the twins!! man that was really long ago huh? Anyway...

I ADORE the idea of them switching while doing a charge attack!! omfgrfwfr I can just imagine reader doing a dramatic, fancy pose and then it switches to Dottore rolling his eyes at your antics and adjusting his gloves... ugh he loves to indulge you, doesn't he? And hear me out too: instead of pneuma/ousia... two different elements/weapons too. They're just meta like that 😌 and extra supports who? Bennett? Nah, we don't need him. Reader is all the support Dottore needs to one-shot everyone <3 I imagine Dottore is the one who tries to hoard the screen time (he prefers to fight instead of you, he's worried about you pushing yourself too hard, but eventually he has to realize that he has to let you do your own thing too... he's hella overprotective still)

THE ADDING THEM INTO YOUR PARTY ANIMATION... CHEF'S KISS. I like to imagine reader is the one who tries to take the lead in this stuff :) Because even though they're still sick they're better than before, so they want to take advantage of that as much as they can and show Dottore how much they've changed :) You pull him into the frame of the screen and he twirls you around as you fall back into his chest, hands still intertwined :3 (traveler looking at your dramatic asses) AND THE IDEA OF DOTTORE CATCHING FRAGILE READER DURING THEIR IDLES...... UGHREGR WHY DO YOU BLESS ME WITH SO MANY GOOD IDEAS. Reader trying their best to hide their lousy skills from Dottore so they can get better on their own, but nope! You should have known that your husband is always watching you, nothing gets past him! He catches you by the waist only to pull you back up with ease and spin you around flawlessly, chuckling as you stumble right back into his chest.

Dottore would straight up not care at ALL about the other members if they got hurt 💀, I imagine he'd only speak if anything happened to you, or he'd be condescending about how useless they were 💀 reader is similar but they're nicer to others, like if a fellow Harbinger got hurt, they'd worry, but if it was an Archon or someone that annoys them, in general, they'd just laugh at them (and receive little to no healing)

In the teapot, I like to imagine they have two separate bodies there when you place them, so they just always stand next to close to each other. When you talk to either of them, both of them will end up having a conversation with you. Also, when you make them specific furnishings they like each of them and will comment on the other's tastes lol (Dottore - makeshift lab, you - cozy Sumerian room)

"Huh, will it kill you to put away the research? You do not need a lab in the teapot, dear."

"Oh, but I do, [Name]. How else will I make your medicine?"

"Ah... sorry about that. How about you come to my room later so we can relax?"

Traveler: ...

They are truly the embodiment of do not separate.

UGH I CAN GO ON AND ON ABOUT THEM!! 😭 let's not forget the matching skins... you and him in the Akademiya's uniforms again ;) AND DONT APOLOGIZE MUZZLE ANON!! I LOVE THIS AND LONG ASKS!!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi, hope you're having a good day/afternoon/evening. Do you write stuff about Hellboy? If yes, could you plesase do gn!verytall!reader x Nuada, where he takes a dislike on them, but somehow catches feelings, but he can't and will not accept that and reader don't know why they're locked in their dungeons and just wait for their death. Nuada has a goal: eliminate all humans. However, he doesn't know if he should include reader. If you're not into Hellboy, forget I asked anything. I like your prompts by the way.

What’s up with me and liking these kinds of characters…I guess we’ll never know. 🦦

It probably wasn’t your smartest move in separating from the group to pursue a lead in finding prince Nuada on your own because whatever delusion you were riding on at the time that made you think that you stood a chance at besting him. A man who’s movements were as fast, swift and as fluid as a cold breeze.

It might as well be considered a death sentence to fight Nuada on your own. Something you should’ve taken into consideration for as soon after your brief one sided fight, which had Nuada dominating for most of it. But instead of delivering the killing blow with his lance, Nuada had decided to take you as a prisoner and had you flung into one of his dungeons until you friends come to retrieve you or for death to greet you first; So while you waited for either outcome, you began trying to find creative ways as to entertain yourself.

Meanwhile Nuada was finding himself to be at odds with himself over his resolve but mostly over you, a pathetic, greedy, hollow human being. No better then the others in his eyes and yet Nuada found his feelings of resentment, anger and anguish he held towards the human race, having dwindled the moment your eyes met his as he held his lance closely to your throat. Nuada knew that he could’ve finished you off like he had done to countless others but why were you the one to make him falter, to question his resolve, his purpose and cast an ember of warmth within his heart?

What made you so special in comparison to the others, whom he had so easily had snuffed the lives from? Why was it that throughout your fight did he not take full advantage of your openings, your weaknesses then and there? Nuada was given so many golden opportunities to rid himself of yet another filthy human, but something deep down inside was telling him to not bring you any more harm than he already had. Naturally Nuada assumed it was some magical trickery that you possessed in order to mess with his mind, however it was documented that you had no such gifted ability like Liz; You were just an ordinary human like any other who thought they couldn’t do no wrong, while simultaneously standing by and doing nothing to bring about change in the nature of your people.

This only proved to piss and confuse Nuada even more. You were rotting in his dungeons and yet you still manage to haunt his mind like a ghost. Hell he could visualise you so vividly and so real within his own head, making sure to get every feature of yours right, that he could almost reach out and actually touch you and be able to feel the warmth of your skin against his fingertips, feeling your muscles move beneath his touch, followed by your sharp inhale at the unsuspecting contact from him.

You distracted Nuada from what he felt was most important, form what he set out to do and he wasn’t one to leave any unfinished business, not when he was close to achieving his ultimate goal in eradicating all mankind, so much so that he could practically taste it on his tongue. However there was a slight problem with that, for if he were to eradicate all humans, that would naturally include you in that; The one human who had made a home within his unwilling heart and he didn’t know what to make of it because once again he was heavily conflicted, for his heart had grown to find some semblance of enjoyment within your company, much to his dismay.

‘How could I have allowed myself to become so weak!’ Nuada hissed to himself as his once relaxed hands became fists within a blink of an eye. ‘My head and heart have both betrayed me with their conjoined weakness towards that..human.’ He adds bitterly, adamant in even uttering the word human. It felt both vile and wrong to Nuada in naming those who’s inherent greed and corruption had put him in his current position; He felt as though he was doing a disservice to his own people for feeling any kind of way towards the enemy, and yet his heart couldn’t help but become more and more intrigued by you.

Had things played out a little differently just what would your relationship with him be? His heart would wonder aloud.

They’re a human, you fool! There will never be a relationship between them and us, for we’d only end with a knife within our backs. Nuada’s mind would reply, not wanting to ever show an ounce of weakness towards the enemy, not when he was so fucking close to finishing it.

It was within your human nature to be cruel, to lack empathy, kindness and compassion and yet Nuada felt an uncertainty in whether or not he wanted you dead with the rest of humanity. Would it be considered hypocrisy if he were to keep you alive while everyone else is dead? Maybe but he would deal with the consequences of his actions for a later date.

For now he had to confront you about how you’ve made him feel recently.

[darkdemeter]

I just realized, Child S/O would be heavily malnourished and thin bc of the way Earth is now. There’s barely any food or water and she’s a child so she’s so small, but she’s even more thinner and smaller than any child her age. Even if she gets food, she’s such a good girl that she gives most of her food to her caretakers, like War or Watcher (Clock) or Ulthane or any of them simply bc they took care of her even though they may not require food. Poor baby! 🥺

That would be the case. Because of Earth's predicament, there would be scarce food resources, and water too. Little reader would have had to hide in tiny little crevices, which was an advantage because she's so small however, it would be very sad that she has no nutrients going into her body to make her grow.

So even if War met her at her healthiest, she would still be quite small to him (given how she's around kindergarten/slightly older), but she is so unbelievably tiny.

War would - much to the Watcher's disdain - look for any food and water for you. He's heard her stomach growling and grumbling even though she tries to hide it by being energetic and happy.

He finds what he cans and she takes his offerings after he assures her that she needs it far more than he.

By the time that Ulthane comes into the picture, this Maker is both relieved that a human survived but he also feels that deepened pain of guilt. Seeing how... frail she is and the human race is regarded as being weak by all the other races. But she is far more frail than even that insult.

So while War goes and deals with the next Chosen, Ulthane takes her with him to get her fed, mended and gives her a new assortment of clothes, the ones she's wearing are grimy and tattered and he won't have her in those boots that are falling apart of the soles.

When War and Clock get back they're treated to a sight of little reader looking up at Ulthane with those big eyes framed by adorable, thick lashes as she takes large chunk of soft, freshly made bread almost the size of her entire head, so large that her cheeks are stuffed and she looks like a chipmunk.

Ulthane grins and tells her many colourful stories about his home world. How there are open valleys of forests and grasslands with a rainbow of colour to it. And when the rain comes down on the realm, it carries that dewy scent alongside the sweep of pine.

After promptly finishing that chunk of bread she takes a big gulp of water, sighing and smacking her lips at the refreshment. "All full now, lil lass?"

"Yup yup."

"Ah, Horseman. Yer back. Was just giving the wee one something to fill her belly. She's far too weak to be traversing these lands without the energy she needs."

"Resources are scarce, Old One. I did all I could for her."

"And that's why I'm giving you some supplies to take with ya. There no point trying to find anything out there."

War is given provisions to take with him when the child is to travel with. He also notices that you have a new garb of clothes. Likely more sturdy if the make of the Old One. They had ways of crafting clothing and armour that can survive even the harshest conditions.

Out there, in the destroyed world of Earth and when War makes camp for the night, little reader is always quick to dig through the provisions bag and hand some food to him along with the waterskin. But the red rider always shakes his head, lips pulled into something between a kind smile and gentle frown.

"No, little one. These are your provisions."

"But... uh, but you... need fwood."

"I swear to you, I'm alright. You eat the food. I don't want you going without anymore."

His large hands encapsulate and seal the wrapped up bread and waterskin in her hands, sealing the fact that he will not take from her what has been stolen enough. And once this is all over, he will guide her someplace safe. Somewhere where the valleys are open and grassy, filled with an abundance of flowers and where the rain smells fresh.

This is his new pact.