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[roosterbruiser]

"“Hi, Bradley,” you grinned. You knew it was going to fall out of your mouth, knew that those few glasses of wine you had were about to put in the work. “I think I’m your future wife.”" - hahahaha, and it worked!!! Awww, peace is so sweet!!! I am melted!!!

hehe!! it did work!! I am so glad you liked it!!

[overwatch]

that post is me whenever i have to scroll past that weird reaper and soldier 76 one as them being alpha/omega dragons or the one where reaper is mpreg or the one where 76 is a catboy. now that i think about it all the really messed up ones revolve around reaper and soldier 76 for some reason. i'd wonder why but i feel like i know the answer already

ADGFJFJKS!?!? alpha dragon mpreg tags traumatizing people just trying to scroll by

[inv1ted]

it's like a nightmare come to life. for once, the languid form of the demon that plays at michael marlowe is gone from the corner of elijah's vision. but this -- this is worse. this is so much worse.

i can't move, elijah tries to say, but his vocal cords are frozen. he can't even move his lips to mouth the words. what the hell did you do, he thinks as harshly as he can, in that tiny part of his mind that is still his own. the demon had used him to do terrible things, bloodied his hands, violated his closest memories -- his memories of mike -- and now even his body is fully at the whim of this thing.

@inv3sted said: ❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse . 

he feels the delicate muscles in his eyelids expand and contract as the demon winks at him. uses elijah's face to wink. his feet are rooted to the ground, paralyzed. just trying to move his arms feels like swimming in tar, like he's trapped in slowly hardening amber. and all for nothing. he is an ant under a magnifying glass, and he knows that it is enjoying his futile struggle.

elijah's lips twitch into a smile against his own volition, and he knows he's lost.

[daydreams-after-dark]

Sub Reader x Bratty Han (plus Doms Lino, Chan and features ot8). Established poly ot8 relationship.

Synopsis: Bratty Han convinces you to let him go down on you without permission from Chan and Lino. They punish you both when they get home.

Word count: 2.9k approx.

Unhinged level: 🤡🤡🤡🤡

CW below the cut.

⚠️⚠️⚠️Warnings: NSFW // 18+ content // MDNI // coercion //dom chan and lino // sub reader // oral sex (f and m rec.) // creampies // unprotected vaginal and anal sex // butt plugs // spanking with a belt // restraints // sex in front of a group // everyone cums all over reader // name calling // disrespecting reader (but it’s consensual punishment) // let me know if I’ve missed anything.

Han. The fucking brat. He loves to rile up the doms and soft doms, pushing their buttons, making them snap. He likes to coerce the subs into messy situations in the hopes of getting into trouble off the doms Chan and Lino.

Han loves to get you into trouble, and for some reason you can’t resist his bratty, suggestive energy. He makes you lose the fear of consequences, or maybe it’s that he makes you forget about consequences entirely? Until, of course you are being thrown face down on the bed, your panties pulled down around your thighs as you get spanked by Chan while Lino fucks your face (although you love that kind of punishment).

You think every idea Han has is a good one. There’s just something about him that makes you want to please him. You want to please him as much as you need to please Chan and Lino. You’d honestly let him do anything he wants to you.

That’s how you ended up here. On the couch in the living room.

“Come on baby.” He whispers, kissing your neck. Your shirt is already off and he’s cupping your breast, under your bra, with one hand, and is three fingers deep inside your cunt.

He knows you are pliable right now. You’ll agree to anything. “Let me taste your sweet pussy.” He thrusts his fingers in hard making you squeal. “So fucking wet. I know you want more than just my fingers, right?”

You shake your head. “Sungie, no. We don’t have permission. What if they find out?” you say timidly.

“No one’s gonna know. Just think about how it’s gonna feel with my hot… wet…mouth,” he kisses you sloppily. “Against your…aching…dripping…pussy?” He breaks away only to lean his forehead against yours. “You are my baby, aren’t you?” he asks with a serious tone. You nod. You are. “So… can I?” he pushes.

“Yes.” You whisper. He is right. Your cunt really was aching for him. His fingers had almost taken you over the edge, but you know his skilled and quick mouth will have you seeing stars in no time.

“You’re my favourite, you know that, right? Always up for anything. Such a good girl.” He says as he makes his way down between your legs. “Spread them wider for me. Let me take a good look at you.” He pushes your legs open and bites his lip hungrily as he inspects your most intimate parts.

“Such a pretty, tight, little hole.” He watches your pussy clench around nothing as he removes his digits. He spreads your lips apart and licks a stripe up from your vagina to your clit. You cry out. Why does it always feel so good? You throw your head back and squeeze you eyes closed as Han laps up all of your arousal that’s dripping from you. Your back arches off the couch when he slips his tongue into your cunt.

“Fuck, Ji!” you cry. “I’m so close.”

And then you hear it. Your phone ringing. You know the ringtone. Han knows the ringtone. Lino is calling.

“Answer it, baby. You don’t want to get in trouble for missing a call from the boss.” Han pauses his movements.

“I… I can’t-”

“Answer it.” Han repeats himself.

And of course you do as he says.

With a shaky hand and a fuzzy brain, you answer the call. “H-hello?” you say softly.

“What the fuck took you so long, kitten?” Lino is angry. Fuck. “Um… I’m sorry, I was just…ahhhh.” You feel Han’s mouth latch onto your clit.

“You were just what? What is so important that it took you more than three rings for to answer the phone?” Lino growls.

You can barely find the words you need. Han is bringing you so close to climax that you can feel a sheen of sweat forming on your chest, and you know your heavy breathing must sound suspicious. You try with everything you have to ignore Han and to focus on Lino.

“I was just….working out… yes…running.” You manage.

And then you feel Han’s fingers in your pussy again, pumping in and out of you whilst he slurps loudly against your clit. The wet, obscene sounds becoming so loud that it threatens to give you away.

“Kitten?” Lino’s voice tries to cut through the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that has taken over your body. It is so hard to concentrate on Lino. Han is too intoxicating. Han feels too good. Han is your whole world. Han is the only person that matters. Han making you come is the only thing you need right now. You would surely die without it.

“Hannie-” you choke and the tension inside you snaps, sending pulsating pleasure through your veins and your legs shaking around Han’s head.

“You have to be fucking joking.” Lino does not sound happy. “Chan and I will be home in one hour. You and Han better be ready. You are going to be so fucking sorry.” And with that Lino is gone.

You lean up on your elbows and look down at the man that just took you to the stars. He is already looking up you with the most smug look on his face. You can’t tell if he is feeling pleased with himself because he convinced you (yet again) to let him have unauthorised access to your body, or that he has managed to get the you two caught?

It is a rather odd dynamic, between you and Han. Han is a bratty little shit, but he is not the boss. Not by a long shot. He just loves stirring up trouble and making life challenging for Chan and Lino. Han thinks it’s fucking hilarious to get himself, and any of the other subs, into trouble. Why? Because punishment is always fun. What he finds the most fun of all is the bemused expressions on Chan and Lino’s face when, as always, you have gone along with some devious idea of his.

You don’t even know why you always go along with whatever Han wants. But you can’t seem to stop yourself.

Even when it leads to this situation right now.

One hour later you and Han sitting side by side on the end of the bed, awaiting punishment.

The bedroom door bursts open and Chan and Lino enter the room - followed by the rest of the members. This was different. Punishment had never involved an audience before.

It makes you wet, and you were sure it is making Han hard.

They look pissed. Lino speaks first. “Everyone take a seat, stand against the wall. Make yourself comfortable.”

Seungmin and Changbin stand against the wall, and Felix, Innie and Hyunjin take places on the bed behind you.

Chan disappears out of the room momentarily, returning with two dining chairs and placing them in front of you and Han. Chan sits himself down on one and Lino drags the other a little further away to the right side of the room.

“Han,” starts Chan, “strip, then sit on that chair.” He nods to the empty dining chair.

Han immediately removes his clothes and takes a seat as instructed. You are right, he is hard. You hear Seungmin snicker to your left. How fucking humiliating.

“Everyone listen up.” Chan addresses the room. “Lino and I have called you all in here today because there are some of you who do not know how to follow rules.” Silence and anticipation fills the room and you start to become nervous.

“Han, in particular, doesn’t think he needs permission to play with our kitten here.” Lino says as he stands in front of you, grasping your chin forcing it so you’re looking into his dark, angry eyes. “Take off your top and bra and go lay over Chan’s lap so you can receive your punishment.”

You do as he says, nervously removing your garments and walking to were Chan sits.

“Lay over me, ass away from Han.” He pulls you over his lap and slaps your ass. Your head dangles by his shoe and you can’t see any of the men in the room. Chan pulls your shorts and panties down exposing your bare pussy and ass to everyone and pulls your cheeks apart. “Look at that boys… Han thinks this is his.” He snarls and roughly prods your pussy with his fingers. You gasp. You are so vulnerable, and so turned on. “Lino, come look at her pretty little holes.”

Lino kneels down next you, and the pair start finger fucking you at the same time. They plunge two fingers each into your cunt, stretching you, opening you up, showing everyone how much of a little whore you are. You begin to moan with pleasure, which apparently is against the rules. “Felix. Come pull the rest of her clothes off.” Chan instructs. “That’s it, Felix. Now shove her panties in her mouth to shut her up.”

Felix comes around and stuffs your mouth with your panties to muffle your whimpers, and then he’s gone again.

From where Han sits, all he can see is all the other men’s reactions to what is happening to you. He is turned on as fuck, but also jealous. He wants to see what was happening to your pussy. He can hear it though. The sopping, sloppy noises of your wetness. His dick is leaking. He knows there’s a good chance he’s going to come untouched. His hand automatically grips his cock.

"Hey, he’s touching his dick!” Innie exclaims, pointing to Han.

“Hyunjin, tie him up.” Chan growls. “This is meant to be a punishment.”

Hyunjin swiftly ties Han’s hands together and someone decides it’s a good idea to tie yours together too. “Let’s tie here’s behind her back.”

All you can do is lay there and take whatever punishment you are given.

“Everyone. This is what’s gonna happen.” Lino addresses the waiting men. “Our little darling here is going to choke on Chan’s cock, while I fuck her greedy little cunt. Your job, boys, is to jerk off while you watch. When you need to cum, you will come up, ask for permission, and choose where you want to cum on her.”

Seungmin, another dom, pipes up. “Hey why do I need to ask permission? And I don’t want to cum on her - I wanna cum in her.”

Lino rolls his eyes. “Don’t forget who's in charge here! But yeah, anyone can cum anywhere on or in her. Except Han. He’s not allowed to cum at all.”

Your pussy clenches at the thought of having everyone’s cum all over you.

“Everyone, get your cocks out.” You hear zippers and belt buckles as they free their dicks. Chan and Lino continue to finger your pussy. They jiggle your ass cheeks, make noises of approval at how wet you are. You feel Lino spit on your asshole and spread it around the rim, then plunge a finger deep into your hole. You tense and clench, making the pair chuckle to themselves. “Innie, give me the butt plug.” You brace yourself as Lino presses the rather large plug into your ass. He is careful as he presses it in. He doesn't actually want to hurt you. In fact, everyone knows everyone else's limits, hard no's, safe words and gestures. Even though you're tied up and your mouth is stuffed with panties, everyone knows if you shake your head rapidly, that means you want to stop.

“Pass me your belt, Changbin.” Says Lino standing up, leaving your hole clenching around the plug.

“We must set an example, mustn’t we Chan?” And without warning you feel the belt hit your ass cheek. You can’t cry out, or grab hold of anything. Chan holds you still. The belt comes down again. A little harder. Your skin stings. Again. Tears well up in your eyes. Another smack with the belt. You squeeze your eyes tight and the tears slip out. The next hit with the belt is on your pussy. It’s not as hard, but the sting is harsh. You hear gasps from some of the onlookers.

“Ummm,” you hear a timid voice next to you. “Can I please cum?” Felix.

“Already?” Chuckles Chan. “Sure. Where you going to put it?”

“The base of her spine please.” Always so polite. The spanking pauses, and you feel ropes of hot cum land on your lower back and hear the sweet noises Felix makes when he cums.

“Good boy.” Lino says proudly. “You did so good.” Chan concurs. “You may leave if you want. Or stay and watch. What do you want to do?”

Felix hesitates. “I’d like to stay and watch.” He says quietly.

“That’s our boy.” Seungmin claps his hands.

You are repositioned so that you are kneeling on the carpet in front of Chan. He lifts up slightly so he can shimmy his sweatpants down, freeing his enormous cock. Chan has the biggest cock out of everyone, and you know you are about to gag and choke very soon. He removes the panties that were in your mouth and fists a handful of hair on the back of your head and shoves your mouth down over his cock without care, forcing you take as much as possible. Then he pushes you down even more. You splutter, gag, and make a whole host of humiliating sounds as Chan pulls your mouth up and down on his cock, hard, fast and rough. You can get out of his grasp if you really want to. But you don't. You love this.

Meanwhile, Lino positions himself behind you, lifting you up enough to push his cock into your sopping cunt. The fullness feels incredible. Lino fucks you rough from the get go, leaving you no time to adjust. With your hands tied behind your back you are 'helpless'. And it’s driving you, and the men wild.

One by one, they come up seeking permission to cum on you.

You’re pulled up off Chan’s cock so Binnie can cum on your tits. You sneak a glance at Han to who looks so fucked out, his dick red and angry. Fuck you want to relieve him of that.

Innie wants to cum in your mouth. “Swallow it, kitten.” Lino instructs. You swallow it all and then continue to suck Chan off. Hyunjin wants to cum on your stomach, so again you’re lifted upright so he can mark you. Felix comes back again, this time wanting to cum in your mouth.

Finally Seungmin is ready to give you his load. “I’m going to cum in her cunt.” He announces. Lino grumbles and pulls out of you, and you feel Seungmin at your entrance. He thrusts into you hard making you gag on Chan’s cock. He digs his fingers into the side of your body and snaps his hips three times and you feel him release himself deep inside you.

“I’m not sticking my cock back in there after you. I don’t wanna feel your jizz on my dick.” Lino sounds irritated. Seungmin laughs and leaves the room.

“You’ll have to fuck her ass then, mate.” Chan says between clenched teeth. He was close to cumming.

“Hmm, you’re right.” Lino pulls the plug from your ass and pushes his thick cock into you, grasping your neck for both leverage and to feel you choking around Chan’s cock. Your pathetic cry is too much for Chan and he cums down your throat. “Swallow it.” Lino says from behind you, pounding his cock into your ass with an unimaginable force. You swallow and open your mouth, showing Chan your empty mouth.

You can feel Seungmin’s cum dribbling down your inner thigh, Felix’s cum dried on your back, and your breast and stomach are sticky. You are a mess as Lino fucks into you, holding you up by your tied arms. He pulls you against his chest, his mouth close to your ear. “Look at him,” Lino hisses, referring to Han. “I don’t know why the fuck you let him get you into this mess. Maybe you forgot who owns your pussy, hmm? Maybe you forgot I own your ass.” He growls. He reaches a hand down to your clit. “Now cum for me.” He demands.

You’re close but you can’t quite get there. You look at Han again. His cock. Yes, you love that cock so much. Closer. His trim waist and defined torso. Yes, you love to have your legs wrapped around it. Almost there. You look up to his face. His eyes. They are locked on yours. Encouraging you to cum. Fuck!!!! You clench around Lino’s cock and he pumps into you a few more times before you feel him paint your walls.

Lino pulls out and plugs you back up. “I own your ass. Don’t forget it.” He says and stands up. He and Chan pull their pants back on. You look around the room. It’s only now you realise that the rest of the men have left.

You see that Han has cum untouched, cum plastered on his abdomen, but he is still hard as stone. Chan unties him. “Now you clean her up - with your mouth… and then fuck Seungmin and Lino’s cum back into her holes.”

You and Han are alone again. He’s at your side untying you, immediately licking the cum off your tits, then kisses you. “That was so worth getting you into trouble.” He smirks and picks you up to lay you on the bed.

He hovers over you and gazes at you tenderly. “You are my baby, aren’t you?” He whispers.

You nod.

“Then… will you let me?”

“Let you what? They’ve given you permission to fuck me.” You say.

He shakes his head. “Will you let me make love to you? Slowly?”

Typical, bratty Han, still not wanting to follow instructions.

You nod. “Yes.”

A/N: I kinda wanted to end this on a sweet note, and make Hannie still unable to follow rules, like if he’s told to fuck her, then he wants to go slow and tender. But… he is a sneaky little shit getting her into so much trouble.

@kangnina @noellllslut @channieandhisgoonsquad @weareapackofstrays @wolfennracha @3rachasdomesticbanana

[amourcheol]

paris (teaser)

❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞

historical! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | approx. 45k words (teaser wc. 1.4k words)

s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris.

c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is incredibly bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, this will be very hurt-comfort, hella ansgty but will have a happy ending mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, slightly drunk making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), very soft angsty sex, body worshipping, petnames (chérie, mon ange, darling, angel), overall emotional rollercoaster, more tba!

p l a y l i s t : here!

t a g l i s t : @hyuckworld​ @sysymei @alaypsy23 @belladaises @jjeongddol @sparklyshuji @forcoups @ilovesungjun @wonwoo24 @scandal-in-bohemia @hopefulchick @superbbananananana @onedumbho3 @fragmentof-indifference @cuntycheol @rubywonu @if-i-like-i-reblog @yoonzinoooo @jungwoos-luvr @crookedwolfruins @leclercloverbot​ @alexai (let me know if y’all want to be tagged!)

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : after three years ... four rewritings later... she may finally see the light ... i am releasing the teaser now but will post the fic when i’m back from holiday! i hope you all enjoy the lil extract <3

read this fic here!

SHIT. YOU COULD NOT DO THIS TODAY.

Suddenly, you wished he was a mere figment of your imagination, because then he would not have to see you in your drunken, disordered state, looking for art that was not there, looking for the past in the present.

But then he began to move.

This very real presence walked closer to you, and you felt your entire body constricting, because Yoon Jeonghan was in front of you, the greatest star in the world was approaching you, the man of your distant memories was coming too close.

“Wait,” he then said, and your throat was closing up, you were blinking rapidly, chest growing heavy, and you needed him to get away. He came closer, and you knew then and there you were going to die on the cold floor of the Louvre, marble eyes on you—

And then your own gaze was glistening, and when he noticed it became harder to contain yourself. “_____, are you all right?”

“Yes!” you got out, but then you proved yourself wrong when a few tears slipped out, staining your cheeks.

The man wasted no time, closing the last space between the two of you as he reached out. Instantly, you repelled from his touch, almost flinching from his surprise. “No!” you rasped out, bringing out your own hands to create distance, taking a step back. “No, you don’t need to do that…I’m fine.” 

You breathed sharply through your nose. “I am fine.”

Hastily you turned to the empty space where he last was, before you followed him like a madwoman around the hall. He watched you, your back almost to him. “What…what are you…” you paused, trying to normalise your shaking voice. “What are you doing here?”

You could feel his inquisitive stare upon you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

That question was not being answered. “I asked you first.”

Because you could not see him, you were not aware of his reaction. Still, it was enough for him to answer, “Well, in the Louvre, or in Paris?”

You gritted your teeth at that. “I think everyone knows why you’re in Paris at the moment.”

“Do they, now?”

You could not help it.

Casting a momentary glance at him, you were taken aback to find his gaze upon you. “Are you aware, at least?” he asked you.

Despite his simple questions, your impending headache, you had to clamp down on your remarks. “Of course I’m aware,” you muttered. “The papers are all over the press tours you’ve been doing.”

A perfectly groomed brow arched at your comment. “I’m surprised you follow the papers at the moment.” 

You knew exactly what he meant. “One must keep check of the stories they gossip about,” you only said, focusing back on the empty space. “Those journalists cannot be trusted.”

“Hmm…” you heard shuffling amongst his clothes—no doubt crossing his arms. “I have read the stories.”

A scoff. “I suppose you believe them, don’t you?”

He noted the cruelty in your response. The actor did not take it to heart.

“I have always believed in the stories you told me, chérie.”

This time, curiosity controlled your movement.

Curiosity had you turning back, forcing you to observe his expression, catch his lie. 

But you found no deception.

No, there was only sincerity—pure as the moonlight shining on the two of you.

Chérie.

The last time someone had called you such a sweet name was too long ago.

How ironic, that it was the same man beside you who had bestowed you this very endearment.

A shuddered breath left you. 

You could not do this now.

You were going to say as much when Jeonghan interrupted you.

“Were you looking for something in here?”

Your furrowed brows had him humming. “I thought as much.” Gently, he jerked his head beyond your figure. “Strangely enough, I was looking for it as well.”

Confused, you glanced back at the empty space, where that certain, mysterious sculpture was supposed to be. “That is why I came to the Louvre,” you heard him say.

There was still suspicion laced in your features. “How do you know that we are thinking of the same piece?”

That ghost of a smile crept up again. “You act as if you don’t remember.”

Your sigh was a little sheepish. “I do,” you said, reminiscing on the memories. “But the name…”

No matter how hard you endeavoured, your memory of the sculpture was too hazy for your half-drunk mind. 

You searched him for an answer. “I’m sure you have not forgotten.”

“No…I have not.”

You waited. His silence had you insisting, “Well?”

When you saw a slight glimmer in his whimsical gaze, you knew that he had something else in mind. The implications had you biting your lower lip, anxiety blooming.

The nerves grew when Jeonghan spoke.

“I will tell you if you see me tomorrow.”

You blinked back.

“There’s an exhibition opening here tomorrow afternoon,” he continued, taking a step towards you, careful not to startle you again. “It’s centred on the sculpture we both wanted to see, but it’s been moved to another hall.”

He confused you a great amount. “How do you know that?”

His stare went beyond you, to the wall. “It says on the plaque.”

Sure enough—when you looked back, there was the notice. Because your French was adequate at best, you did not understand it fully. You simply had to trust his linguistic abilities.

That you could do—you were aware of Jeonghan’s fluency in the language of love. 

He cocked his head, a few strays cascading the side of his face. “You and I could see it there.”

The offer had shaken you. “Why?”

“Why?”

You knitted your brows suspiciously. “Why do you want to go with me?”

The film noir star watched you then, you shuffling uncomfortably under his scrutiny. God, you forgot how intense his eyes were—in fairness, you had not been the subject of his stares for a few years. 

He locked his gloved hands behind his back. “Because you need a break, _____. From everything.”

He offered you a smile. “Let me be the one to give you that. If only for the day.”

You could have crumbled before him.

It was at this stage you cursed yourself for being in such a state. Perhaps if you were sober, you would have carried on this conversation in a more respectable manner, taken more caution.

It was incredibly difficult, composing yourself around the man.

“I can’t…” you inhaled sharply, trying to form the words. “I cannot do midday…too many people, you know…staring, judging…”

“Ah.” He nodded, parting his mouth in thought. “Then tomorrow night?”

Stretching your mouth, unsure, he assured, “They will not follow you here at this hour.”

“How are you so sure of that?”

This time, he sighed, surprised at your anxiousness. “I see you’ve not changed, then.”

You narrowed your gaze. “What is that supposed to mean?”

But the actor did not seem like he was going to elaborate. 

He instead took another step towards you, a mere two feet left. 

“Do you trust me?”

You tilted your head back. 

What kind of question was that?

Do you trust me?

You did not trust anyone. Not after this whole debacle back home, when almost all your friends within the industry had contributed to your downfall. Hollywood was filled with traitors, the worst being the people who haunted the journey of your disgrace at every moment.

It was impossible to place any ounce of faith in another.

As you watched his eyes settle on you, you noticed an emotion you had not witnessed in forever.

Tenderness.

Tenderness with no ulterior motive—gentle acceptance, as if he recognised your position. As if he recognised your change, the apprehensive nature of your questions, your pauses. It physically hurt being stained with such compassion, when you had been begging for it from the world all those weeks ago.

It hurt, having someone who understood you.

You, however, should not have been surprised.

Yoon Jeonghan had always been like this. Especially when you both were together.

You could have smiled. 

What a time that was.

As if he could read your mind, the film noir star began, “You remember, don’t you? That I’ve never let you down?”

You decided to let yourself slip—you could always blame it on the alcohol. 

“What time do you want me here tomorrow?”

[bubblewrapsnek]

Phantomarine Reread: Chapter 1

For this chapter I don't have too much to elaborate on so it'll probably be mostly stuff I enjoy about it so uhh enjoy!

Let's begin:

The cover of the chapter is just very fun and good, I love how in a full page what acts as frame is the composition itself, using the rock as both a titlecard, flat space made to have Phae stand out in the centre thanks to less detail around her, and has a couple skeletons climbing on it too making it interacted with the enviorment too, it's just very good, plus lots of cute critters

Bonus, pretty lady with pretty dress

One sword lady just happy to be there, good for her!

Cheth working like a lamp, getting turned off as soon as Phae chickens out is a very good bit xD

Something I also enjoy a lot from this chapter is just how present those godly veins are

You can clearly see them flowing into everything Cheth uses, they work at being somewhat subtle to me, at a first read I just assumed they were for flare, it's a god in the sea hopping bodies, of course he has an aura, but going back they are very consistantly threads coursing through what he touches and moves, around him at all time, and it makes the reveal that those aren't something he causes, but those are HIM very fun to go back to

Also Cheth being so unserious even when angry, giving eyelashes to a t-rex HE CHOSE TO THROUGH A HISSY FIT WITH, THIS GOD CHOSE THE DINOSAUR FAMOUS FOR HAVING TENEE TINY ARMS TO PERK THEM UP AND SHOW ANNOYANCE, love that for them

Something else I want to point out is how Phae is never still, every panel she is moving, posing with dumb bravado sometimes downplaying it a bit, it keeps her expressive and alive even when the obvious main show is Cheth's flamboyance and shapeshifting circus play, and that in itself is also a very fun thing, in a revolving door of actors, the play doesn't loose itself, Cheth's emotions are readable, a character is expressed constantly and flows nicely into a variety of states, and for both of them, keeping this bravado will pay off later in the chapter VERY well

Great visual, the veins themselves working as the smoke, showing he is loosing patience, he is fuming while being underwater

Another bonus point: Extremely rare instance where I find M!Cheth looking hot in a sense of coolness instead of the usual lovely dork clown (he is hot in both ways but this is a different taste)

Plus

The facless crowd of red eyes not playing, smiling or fooling around anymore, they are finally dead set on her, she created a play for them and he provides the pressure of an audience, more than the panel before, with her literally being portrayed in front of the t-rex's mouth, this feels like the maw of the beast surrounding her, sizing her and ready to devour her, ready to have her be part of the facless crowd of observers, very spooky

And this feeling of the maw of the beast pays off, 'cause shit gets real very fast, Cheth doesn't take it lightly and goes for the throat with a question that not only he thinks she would never know, but that hurts so so much, (and also shows what is in his mind when dealing with royalty, not the attacks towards him directly, not the damage to him, but the countless children who have been deprived of a family due to all this). This works as a tone shift, the first, altho minor, payoff from the swagger set up early in the chapter, and this question hits you in the face hard and fast

Cheth's frame while asking this is almost as big as the burden of that knowledge, a question so heavy the panel under it is quite literally being smothered, Phae's face accomapanying the reader who didn't expect the shift

And this leads to another piece of characterization that will come back later, Cheth cares for children, this isn't just a question done to hurt her but it's something he cares for, and why do I say this? well it's something I read not only in what will be said later on in other chapters, but in Cheth's reaction when Phae actually can provide an answer

He is confused, but also looks genuinely worried about her, he is dumbfounded AND concerned for the woman who showed to care about something he thought she would have only superficial empathy towards, for the girl who just admitted to being herself a lost child in grief (little headcanon, the cat showing up is there to be ready to help in case it got too far)

Something else I want to make note of that I find very compelling:

The background, Phae answers and the background goes BLANK, until now it consistantly framed her in either blue or red, either in Cheth's play or taking a step back from it, but now, this is something that wasn't part of his tease, this wasn't something he thought would happen, Phae's care and grief quite literally breaks Cheth's overwhelming, presence here, it feels as if not only is he shocked, but he is giving her a brief moment to breath, letting her have some space for just a moment, I love it

And this also leads to a moment I find very interesting, and I would like to give my reading to

The way I read it as of the time of writing this, is that Cheth has a deep fondness towards humanity, the anathema comic shows a devotion to his love for the people he fares in the afterlife, for the children of man who have all but forsaken him, and here he is ANGRY, but why would he be angry that the king actually cared for said people? I can think of one reason: at this point he has been waiting for a sign for 5000 years, made to sit back and watch for ages the humanity he loves sending their man foolishly to die in a war against him in which he isn't even participating, and I think he might have internalized how the people he loves have accepted a doctrine against him so deeply that they deem the sacrifice of their lives and the suffering of their children as worth less than fighting him. But what does he learn now? that the king, the guide of this war, feels guilt over this, that the mean leading all those people to die had to find a way to cope with how terrible that weight is, that they haven't forgotten how precious the lives of his people are, AND YET HE KEEPS SENDING THEM TO DIE, EXACTLY LIKE THEY DID FOR THE PAST 5000 YEARS. This is beyond foolish, this is pure denial of knowing that what you are doing is terrible, and thinking you can offset it by being kind instead of working on the problem at the root of it, I too would be angry if the man leading those fathers and mothers to abandon their children tried to save his conscience by doing charity instead of preventing those deaths to begin with.

God this came out rant-y, and probably not perfectly worded

Moving on

Remember when I spoke about how the constant expressiveness and bravado of the characters is a great setup, well here we get to the first very big payoff in my opinion

Once again, Cheth's overwhelming red get's completely broken, stark white coral framing the object of something that deeply hits him and breaks his flow, he stops to a screeching halt for the first time, speechless and astounded. without all that overwhelming presence before, all that bravado, this loss of control would hit so much less and it doesn't stop here, no this is the first punch of a two hit combo, the proverbial quiet before the storm

And this also leads to another reversal in their constant duel present in this chapter, up to now all of this has been a back an forth, a dance where Phae responds in kind to Cheth's provocations, and here, she doesn't reflect an attack, but just like Cheth seeing her at a low before had him react with a look of pity, she responds here with the same concerned expression

Sadly, Cheth isn't in a place where vulnerabilty is something that can be helped with pity or comfort, not now

Now all he is, is a raging storm of emotions

And how does he get back control of the scene? he lashes out, he once again becomes overwhelming, the entire scene becomes a vortex of red and anguished faces, Phae's bright yellow gets tinted in a red glow, something deep within him has been touched

And MY GOD is the subsequent page a mic drop, the red slowly drifts to the bottom, her emotions are settling down, there is a moment of reflection and quiet, of many things she probably couldn't hope to think about for such a long time finally piecing together, and with those elements coming into place, here comes a new face that we will come to know along the way, not only is this a new face in the chapter, this is an expression of Cheth's state of mind in my opinion, as we will later learn that the sign he was waiting for, all he is doing and setting up, it was all in the name of a promise made to this face. at least, this is my read atm, we'll have to see how the story unfolds to see how well it fits

Have you ever seen a lady so beautiful you forgot you are dealing with Satan and decided to flirt? Phae sure has

And here we arrive at the reason I said Phae's tired reaction to the death of children was the "minor" payoff to the bravado shown

Cause damn here we get to the main show of her fall

But also, shock factor aside, I want to point out how this is the first truly mean spirited move Cheth has made thus far, the question of children came from a place of care, this is purely mean, nothing can come from being this petty and evil in action, it's almost parody of the demonic figure he gets painted as, almost...

Yeah you all probably know what I'm getting at, this is the first action she takes after learning of the bonefish, of the sign, and we later learn that she actively decided to play up the evil aspect Phae knows her as, painting herself as a disgusting villain because that was the role she thought would work, after all, would kindness and explaining have worked? she is basically programmed to hate them...

And with this Cheth has completely put the curtain back on, the second act of the play has started and they are both the director and the actors, the scene once more tinges itself in overwhelming red as they start their show

After this point the chapter is quite straightforward to me, tho it doesn't shy away from some very neat shots that end up being some of my favourites of the entire chapter

Like this one, it creates a very good feel of having Phae on the backfoot, the textbox itself works in presenting her driven in a corner, against a wall, even amidst a boundless ocean she has no escape, and Cheth taking center stage to the panel also works in establishing them once more in control

Meanwhile, I honestly can't even explain why I like this laugh so much, it's just so visceral, so played to an extreme, the sea itself is laughing, Cheth looks like he could fall over on their back from how the laugh is bending them, you the reader aren't safe from the thunderous laughter as the panel itself breaks down, becoming seafoam, you are seeing them explode over the question of Shoshanna's return and once again, Cheth is playing up a villain, we see later down the line how the argument of Shoshanna breaks them and tears them down, and here I think they are masking it, they play up their bravado to an higher degree than ever before, a villain so incredibly sure of themselves that they can stop and laugh so much they aren't even seeing you anymore, they are completely exposed, not a single shade has their eyes open to keep watch on you

What grief could ever deserve such a boisterous mask?

AND HE KEEPS GOING, HE KEEPS UPPING THE FACADE

He both becomes and rides a wave about to wash Phae away, he both is master of a distaster and the disaster itself, all this part feels like is him deciding to play the villain and putting on his best theatrics to deliver it, they become mean, deameaning, ruthless, the teases don't feel as fun anymore, Phae isn't in a place to make it a back and forth anymore

The chapter starts as an ebb and flow between our main characters, but by the end there is no more pushback, Cheth has become a flood and Phae has lost the ground she was so confidently standing on before

And she manages to get a hold for a last desperate second, she has been pushed so far back in a corner that she lashes out violently, but in the end, even this is futile, in the end...

The tidal wave has crushed her, and she can do nothing but break.

[cienie-isengardu]

Clone troopers & the movie “Soldier” (1998)

I’ve talked a lot about why I hate the chip-in-brain storyline of New Canon but today I want to present an old film that is probably forgotten as it was made 20+ years ago but one that presents my point of view well. I watched the Soldier (1998) as a kid, so naturally what Attack of the Clones did not explain about the life of clone troopers my mind filled in, drawing inspiration from this film.

The story is simple one, but varies greatly from other movie action, as there is no great ideology or strong moral sense behind our main hero, just a life-long training that made him equally a great soldier and traumatized, vulnerable man. A man that slowly rediscover his humanity by interacting with people who see him as a human being.

Greatly important was the opening sequence, in which we have an actual look into the stages of training that shaped our main hero, the sergeant Todd. And so we have: 

Year Zero (1996)

Babies are chosen for the military secret project.

Year Five

We can see 5 years old children sitting in “classroom” (all silent and so un-childly obedient) while voice is telling them repeatedly:

A soldier does not speak until spoken to by a superior officer. A soldier shows no mercy. Mercy is weakness. Weakness is death. The Forces are his family. He is most happy when following orders. A soldier lives to kill. A soldier needs no friend or family. War is his friend. The Forces are his family.

while the  kids are forced to watch how three dogs sicced on a boar kill the wild animal.

The one kid that turned his head is forced to watch by the “trainer”

The kids and their reactions are  observed by the military personnel. 

YEAR EIGHT

The children silently sit in the classroom solving the intelligence test while still watched and judged by military personnel. 

On the wall we can see alphabet letters, for example:

O - obey

N - nuke 

M - murder 

S-shoot

Known Chem/Bio (weapon) Which gives a pretty good idea what the children are taught there, at the 8. years old. How to kill and obey.

YEAR TWELVE

We see children running in silence - the one kid that is not physically fit to keep up with the group is killed. The children (and the viewers) can hear the shooting noise. None of the kids stop or panic, they keep running without a world or looking back.

YEAR SIXTEEN

We see the young cadets on the shooting range. They are shooting at the “enemy” while some “targets” are presented as civilians / unarmed women.

Then we are shown a “woman with child” and enemy hiding behind her.

One cadet hesitated but the main hero (cadet Todd) shot without a second thought, as killing civilians to kill the enemy was an acceptable loss.

YEAR SEVENTEEN - end of training

the cadets are tattooed with their name & number on the face and

in the YEAR THIRTY-EIGHT

They are already either veterans of many fights or killed on the mission. We as viewers are literally shown how those men came from one military conflict to another without any word or mercy for enemy and poor civilians who were unlucky to be in the way)

Those soldiers don’t know peace, when they aren’t fighting they are “between wars”.

No talking, no fun, all silent and disciplined ready for another control with no real personal belongings or space.

And once the military can provide a much better, physically stronger and easier to “breed” soldiers by using clones, Todd is discarded like some kind of trash. 

Another interesting thing that the movie did is the contrast between Todd on the battlefield (an effective soldier) and Todd between civilians (alerted, not speaking unless spoken to). He barely speaks to people who take him into their house, and when he does, it is a very spartan style of speech - short and to the point. When asked what it feels to be soldier, the movie provided this dialogue:

Sandra: Sergeant Todd what's it like? What's it like being a soldier? Todd (not answering):  Sandra: What do you think about? You must think about something. Todd (not answering):  Sandra: What about feelings, then? You must feel something. Todd: Fear.  Sandra: "Fear?'" Todd: Fear and discipline. Sandra: Now? Todd: Always.

And in all honesty, I prefer to see clone troopers similar to sergeant Todd - as very good soldiers but also traumatized men that rediscover their humanity after years of dehumanization rather than dealing with the TCW/Disney’s nonsense of chip-in-brain as excuse for Order 66.

[fakesimp]

Koninnit!

Can I pretty please request headcanons for (Luxiem) with a flat chested reader that constantly likes to confuse people with her gender (like dressing up as a boy one day and the next day she's looking like a model?)

Totally not self indulgent I think this is fun, feel free to ignore this tho! Have a awesome day/ night/ afternoon

Crossdressing, With Luxiem

Warning !

Fluff ; Crack ; Mentions of Crossdressing ; Fem ! Reader

A/n !

Haiwo ! Sorry it took a while for me to answer this.. (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) but I do hope you enjoy this ! Apologies in advance if they're ooc (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

➶◜◝➴

Vox Akuma

Is going to be confused.

When he first saw you, he was convinced that you're a guy !

He almost thought that he was gay when his heart skip a beat when he sees you.

He started to question himself internally, but if he is turning out gay for you. He doesn't mind.

And then the next day comes, only for him not to see you anywhere.

Or so he thought.

He sees you as a whole different person, like what in the sorcery magic did you do to yourself over night????

You were a guy yesterday, how did you become a damn sexy woman the next day?????

He's going to ask his friends about it, definitely not convinced you are the same guy he sees yesterday.

Until he finally manage to see your face clearly, you were confused why is he staring so closely at you.

"What happened to you? What did you do to yourself??"

"Uh? Elaborate???"

"I was convinced that I was gay."

"?????????? "

But after knowing you can be both handsomely hot, and be sexy woman-

He's such a sucker for you, you know how he is with ike? Yeah, but to you instead.

Mysta Rias

He was amazed how cool you looked when he first sees you.

He would steal glances at you.

Would also be confused why is his heart beating so fast for a guy?

Is he gay now? What-

The next day comes, when he walked pass you, he stopped.

He turned around and stared at your back, confused.

Your face seems familiar, at first he thought that you had a twin.

He had that thought almost a week until one day, he asked you about it

"Hey, where's your twin?"

"Twin??? What in the actual- I'm the only child in the family, what makes you think I have a twin?"

"Huh????? Then, what happened to you- the dude? Wha???"

"Ah.. About that."

He listened to you throughout the explaination about the crossdressing you do

He would definitely be amazed but still confused, at least you manage to explain to him that you're born as a female.

Don't worry, he's taking his time to get used to you changing your, ...gender? No, fashion?

"I really need to get used to you being both a guy and a woman."

"You'll manage."

Luca Kaneshiro

This man.

He noticed, but he won't say anything about it. For now.

He would just go on with the day like usual, talking and joked around with you and his friends.

Till one day he asked about it,

"Say, why do you, uh keep changing your fashion ?"

"What? ...Oh, just for fun you know"

"You're changing yourself from men to women for fun???? Pog!"

It doesn't really bother him honestly, he cheers you on for it !

Wouldn't ask much about it since you seems happy with what you're doing so it doesn't really bother the man

Unless something happened that made you uncomfy, he'll come and save the day ! Like a golden boi he is.

"What's wrong? Did something happened? Don't worry! I'll fight them off if somebody pick up on your fashion!"

Ike Eveland

It would genuinely surprise him.

But he'll definitely support you ! As long as you're happy with what you're doing

He'll never judge you for it !

Though it would take sometime for him to get used to your fashion changes, but he will. Don't worry.

He's lowkey want to help you with it, but too shy to ask for it.

But if you actually asked his help, he's going to feel ecstatic about it

"Hey Ike? Can you lend me a hand?"

"M-my help? Sure! I'll do what I can!"

"Though... May, I ask you something? ..Why is it that you, like to dress yourself, as a boy? Oh! You don't have to answer me if that question made you uncomfortable!"

He's a good boy, he'll listen to your explanation if you do answer him

He'll apologize if you said that it is a bit of a sensitive topic

"Me? Oh I don't mind with you dressing up the way you are, as long as you're happy with it!"

Shu Yamino

Is questioning it but won't ask you about it

He'll probably keep quiet about it until you bought the topic up yourself

Even if the curiosity are eating him up, he doesn't want to intrude on your private life

If he finally got the chance, he'll shyly ask you about it

"Hey, ...sorry if this sounds offensive to you, but, I was wondering.. why, do you like to dress yourself like this?"

"Hm? Why do you ask?"

"O-oh! I was just, uh, a bit curious about it.. though you don't have to answer me if it's, a bit, uncomfortable for you to answer.."

He's genuinely curious, why would you dress yourself the opposite gender

And no he's not going to judge you about it, he'll definitely lend a hand if you need help

So don't be shy to ask for his help ! He'll try his best to help you !

"Oh! Hey, what's up? Hm? You need help? Sure, I'll help you, what do you need?"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

THIS TAKE WAY TOO LONG IT HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR WAY TOO LONG I'M SO SORRY HUUU (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) ;;

[ghostssweetgirl]

Good Girls Get Rewards task force 141 x reader smut

CW: gangbang, oral (m + f), vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, name-calling, degradation, size kink, creampies, overstimulation... being a good girl for the 141? a whore... for the 141...

A/N - So for my first time writing a "gangbang", it's pretty okay right? Maybe it's not considered a gangbang or it's more orgy but you get the gist. I've been working on it for days. Hopefully, it's enjoyable. I wish I could make it longer but my brain farted and I had trouble finishing it off (it's not terrible but not great). My grammar in this... could be better 😅. I also tried to give everyone attention, so I'm sorry if your favorite didn't get a lot of attention. Not my best, but it's fun :)

WC: Over 3k.

Minors, do not interact. 18+ only !!

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Being a medic for the guys was honestly stressful, but you truly loved your job. You always had something to do and wounds to tend to. Sure, you didn't truly get time off, or away. You didn't get to do much to relieve yourself either as privacy was little to none in this environment. It also didn't help to be around these good-looking men in their tactical gear. Oh, they got to you. How they praised you as you fixed them up.

~

You're really good at this, Maus.  König nicknamed you.

Do you know how beautiful ya are when you tend to me like this? Ghost purred in your ear.

I'd hurt myself on purpose just to see ya, bonnie. Soap flirted.

Be careful touchin' an ol' man like that, angel. Captain Price undressed you with his bright, blue eyes.

Gaz flirts with you through slick pick-up lines.

Alejandro always uses 'hermosa' as your nickname. Biting his lips as his eyes crept over every curve of your body.

~

You make your way to the showers as you caught up on your paperwork and duties. Grateful to find no one else there, you undress as you grab a towel and washcloth, slinging them over your shoulder while you occupy a corner shower, turning it on. You set your stuff down and undo your hair, brushing it with your fingers. 

After lathering yourself with soap and fully washing, you indulge in some self-pleasure. Your hands snake down your body, one hand grasping at your plush tits, one gliding down your tummy, creeping towards your warmth. You throw your head back against the wall as you apply pressure to your clit, moving in slow circular motions, earning a slight mewl from your parted lips. 

Your hardened nipple grazing between your fingers sent small shockwaves through your body as you leaned on the brink of orgasm. 

~Oh... fuck... 

Right as you reached your peak, you're interrupted as the group of men walk into the stalls. 

Shit, shit, shit. You were definitely caught.

You quickly turn off the water and wrap the towel around you, trying to get out of there without being seen, only for the exit to be blocked off by everyone.

~

"You okay, darlin'?" Price asked, staring into your soul.

"Y-yes, I am, sir, sorry, didn't mean to be in the way..."

"Oh, thought you were hurt with all the commotion I heard in 'ere..." 

You froze in place, looking at him like you were a deer in headlights. "Oh... No... I'm not hurt."

You dared to look at everyone, whose hungry eyes were already on you.

"Hmm..." the captain nodded at the group of guys.

"I-I was just about to get going, guys..." 

Price stepped forward to you, eyes now dark and lustful. "Oh, no, you're not."

You gasped as he sternly caressed your neck, backing you against the cold tile. "Captain, wh-"

"Shhh..." His thumb pressed against your lip as his eyes darted between your eyes and mouth. As you made eye contact with Soap, you silently begged him, Price ordered your attention back on him, "Don't look at him. He's not gonna help you, darlin'. Look at me."

You whimpered as you couldn't help the feelings that erupted from the group of men staring at you like they were. Like you were their prey. Their catch. They cornered you, getting what they wanted.

"Those pretty sounds you were makin'... Did it feel good, love?"

Your lips pursed as you withheld your answer.

"Answer me, love..." he growled. "That's an order."

"Yes... sir," you admitted.

"Good girl..." he chuckled. "Good girls get rewards, don't they, fellas?"

Unanimous "yes sirs" echoed in the room. 

"Be a good girl for us, yeah?" he slipped the towel off of you as he forced your legs apart with his knee, letting a hand rub between your folds. "Already wet... Mmm..."

"Price~..."

He nodded at Soap as he walked over to you, towering over you as well. 

"She's fuckin' beautiful," Soap smirked as his hand reached out to grope your breasts, Price's rough hand massaging at your waist.

"That she is," Price agreed, leaning down to suck on your neck, whispering in your ear, "You like this, don't you, sweetheart?"

You nodded as Price's fingers now found your clit, Soap's wet warmth sucked on your bud. "Fuck... yes."

"Atta girl," Price stepped back, allowing Soap to give you his full attention. 

Your hand finds Soap's hair, earning a groan from him as he kisses up your chest to your lips. Pulling away, he whispers, "Yer so hard to resist, hen..." before going back to kiss you. He uses one hand to pin both of your wrists above your head while his other slaps your pussy gently. "Ready for us to use ya, bonnie? Yeah?" 

"God - fuck, yes..."

"Step the fuck back, Johnny," Ghost snapped as he pulled Soap away from you. 

You're weak against the wall, your arms falling to your side with no attempt to catch them, Ghost is quick to replicate the same movement, using one hand to pin your wrists above your head. 

"You look delightful like this, luv, but we can't fucking wait to get you cock drunk..."

He picked you up against the wall with your thighs over his forearms. König walked over, able to help keep you up with his tall height. While you were between both of them, legs draped over their arms, Ghost was quick to prod at your entrance, sliding one thick finger in. König made himself busy by rubbing at your clit ferociously while your legs were shaking.

"Oh, my god!~" you wailed.

"You like this don't you, Du Schlampe? (you slut) Ahh~" König purred with his German accent.

"Look at how wet you are for us," Ghost teased you as his finger scissored inside of you, kissing the gummy spot of your walls. "You wanted this, didn't you? You wanted us to treat you like the little fuckin' whore you are."

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, please, Ghost, I'm gonna-!"

"Don't let her cum," Price ordered.

"Not quite yet," he hissed, taking his finger away from you as König stopped his motions.

You whimpered, looking around at all the men around you, hoping for mercy. 

"Alejandro..." you begged him.

"Si, mi hermosa?" he chuckled. 

"Please..."

"Hmm?" he walked towards you as you were still lifted by the brute men.

"Please... I wanna cum..."

"I'm afraid I can't let you, hermosa~... Oh, but you know I wish I could..." he wet his lips as he leaned down enough to lick a straight stripe up your cunt.

"Please fuck- please fuck me, please!" you begged. "Gaz..."

Gaz chuckled as he leaned against the wall, stroking his hard cock. Soap and Price were jacking off too, and the sight weakened you even more. The mere thought of them pleasuring themselves to you made your stomach grow tighter as you were trying to take in everything happening. You're hardly able to focus as Alejandro tightened his lips around your clit, making your body jolt in Ghost and König's arms.

"Please someone fuck me!" 

"On your hands and knees," your captain ordered and you followed, being put down by the masked men. "Crawl to me."

Embarrassed, you do so. You crawl to where Price and Soap stand, sitting up on your knees in front of them.

"Open your mouth..." 

He slapped the tip of his thick cock against your tongue, groaning at the sensation. "Fuckin' hell, I've been wanting to put my cock in this mouth for a long time..."

With no warning, he slammed into the back of your throat. "Put your fuckin' hands to work, don't be a lazy slut."

Instantly, you hold your hands out, one grabbing Soap's length, the other grasping Alejandro's. The men's groans fill your ears, giving you a boost. Gaz leaned down and stuck two fingers in your hole, letting you bounce on them. 

"Good girl," Price praised holding onto both sides of your head as you bobbed up and down. 

"Just like that, lass, fuuuck~," Soap moaned, fucking himself into your grip. 

You eagerly took turns switching from cock to cock, hand replacing the one you just left, doing your best to be a good girl for the 141. 

"Think she's about ready for a cock," Gaz moaned out as he heard the wetness of your cunt through each thrust of his fingers, arousal glistening in his hands.

"Is that so?" Price cooed at you, caressing your cheek as you let Alejandro's cock go with a pop. 

"Yes sir, I'm so fucking ready, please!"

Even at this moment, he's still ordering his squad around.

"Soap, lay on the bench."

"Y/n, get on top of him, face up."

You both obey, and as you lay down on Soap, his hands greedily explore your body. His tip nudges at your asshole. Price spits on your cunt, letting the juices leak down. He humps between your folds collecting juices. Your eyes screwed shut as both dicks intruded your tight holes as you bit your lip while you whined.

"Steamin' Jesus, hen, you feel so good," Soap praised as he nibbled on your earlobe, hand grasping your throat. 

"That's a tight fuckin' cunt... Do you feel both of us, darlin'?"

"Yes~, yes, yes, yes, fuuuck~"

As both cocks moved in synchronized motions, Ghost towers over you and demands you open your mouth with his cock.

Gaz and Alejandro stand on either side of you so you can jerk them off.

Your attempt to moan was pitiful as your throat was stuffed full of Ghost's thick cock, you let your tongue play with the vein that ran along his shaft as you thoroughly enjoyed the grunts that came out of his mouth.

"Such a good slut," Gaz purred while his hand rubbed your arm. 

"Th-mmmgh y-oummgg~" a sad attempt at "thank you" earned a laugh from Price.

"Little princess can't speak with a mouthful, huh?" 

Ghost slapped at your face as he agreed, "Mhm... Mind your manners now darlin'..."

Soap's thrusts got more sloppy as he reached his climax, his hand closing around your throat tighter as he felt Ghost's length protruding out. 

"Fuck, m'gonn' cum, bonnie..." Soap sucked on your neck as he used your tit as a stress reliever, squeezing it tightly enough to cause a bruise. 

As Ghost pulls his tip in and out of your mouth, Pride's thrusts are deep and long... Alejandro is praising you in Spanish, also music to your ears. 

Strings of cum spray in you anally as Soap thrusts every last drop into you. "Yer gonna be so full of cum by the time we're done, hen. Mmm..."

Price slaps your pussy as you shook, lunging into your pussy one last time before spilling his seed in you. "Fuuuck, good girl, y/n. Good fuckin' girl." Price's accent through that praise made your eyes roll to the back of your head. As you were free of all cocks, you were now empty. Everyone decides what and who's next. 

Gaz gets underneath you, Alejandro on top of you, but you face Gaz.

König walks to the side of you and Ghost stays put, now on your right. 

Gaz pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. His hands caressing your neck. You felt Alejandro's hands massage your ass cheeks.

"Mmm, you want to get fucked, yeah?" Alejandro pulled your hair, making you arch your back as he rubbed your face. You shook your head doing your best to make eye contact with him from the weird angle you were in.

Pushing you down, you sink onto Gaz. Cum that leaked out of both holes being used as free lube. 

"You are... so divine, y/n," Gaz whispered in your ear, letting you adjust. You shrieked as Alejandro slammed into your ass in one agonizingly slow thrust. You felt like you were being ripped in half from the bottom up. 

Unlike Soap and Price's pace, these two weren't synchronized at all. Gaz's flow was more slow-paced, and less rough while Alejandro's had no relent.

"Can I please cum, fuck, please?!" you begged. 

"Stroke our cocks, liebchen (dear)..." König demanded softly.

You do so as you clench down on the two intrusions in your holes, trying your best to wait for permission to cum. 

Eyes widening when you feel König's length, you can't fit your hand around the girth - I mean, you can't Ghost's either - but as your hand slipped down his cock, it was almost neverending. 

"Cum for us, baby," Gaz pulled you into a kiss, sucking in your moans as you struggled to have two cocks in you and one in either hand. You soon worked your hips to make a new rhythm, hitting you in the best spots. 

König and Ghost grunt as your hand tightens, though your handjobs get sloppier as you start to see stars, pressure being built up inside you that needed release. Ghost pulled you by your hair, making you look into his dark eyes. "Didn't you hear what he said, luv? Be a good whore and do what you love, yeah?" He placed his gloved thumb in your mouth and you didn't hesitate to suck on it.

Finally, Vargas and Gaz synchronized, allowing you to release. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you~..." you panted as your body shivered, gushing white liquid onto Gaz's cock. 

"Ah, fuck!" Alejandro hissed as he then spilled his load into you, Gaz following shortly after. 

You hunched on your side on the bench, out of breath, fucked out while you looked up at Ghost and König, the two very tall, intimidating masked men. You almost feared what they planned to do to you, considering they're the last two...

You look around you to see Price fully dressed, puffing on a cigar. Soap fully dressed as well, watching the scene in awe. Gaz and Alejandro leaned on the wall. Thankful for the break, you didn't even register what was said to you.

"Pay attention, pet..." Ghost leaned down to your face.

"Y-yes sir..." you muttered.

"Hands and knees."

You carefully obey, trying to get in a comfortable position on the not-so-thick bench. König walks in front of you and you have to lean up higher to reach his cock. 

"Sei ein braves Mädchen (be a good girl)," König cooed, looking down at you through his mesmerizing eyes, caressing your face. 

Ghost holds onto your waist for leverage as his tip kisses your entrance. "Fucked like a whore and still fuckin' tight..."

The leather of the bench rides under your fingernails as you grip it, trying to pay attention to König's cock. The thickness of Ghost is hard to adjust to, being much thicker than the past partners. 

"Ghost~... feels so good... so big..."

"I know, luv."

"Suck my cock, Maus... Ja (yes)..." König gritted his teeth. Aiming to please, your hands place themselves on his thighs for leverage. He helps his cock enter your mouth as you hollow your cheeks, sucking on the tip while he eases further softly.

Ghost's thrusts are hard, causing you to choke on König's cock as you're slammed forward. Each - and - every - thrust. 

Deep grunts from behind you as his thick Manchester accent helps you reach your high.

"You feel so fuckin' good, y/n. Gonna fill this pretty pussy with my thick load and watch all the cum leak out of your holes. Bein' a good fuckin' slut for us."

"Mmmm~" you vibrated against König's cock, his praise filling your ears also.

"You're taking me so well, y/n... So proud of you, baby..."

"Does that feel good? Ja (yes)?"

You manage to reach back to spread one of your cheeks for Ghost. He leans back, angling himself deeper and you can feel the bulge pressing through your tummy. 

König slides out of your mouth and starts jacking himself off, and in between pants and deep moans, you screamed. "I'm gonna fucking cum, right there, Ghost, please, oh fuck~"

"Is that right, you sexy little fucking thing?"

"Ghost~... please..." you looked back at him. He pulled you up, getting you in a chokehold between his arm and bicep. Your back is folded in half as you're pulled into him. Grabbing onto his wrist, you beg him with a voiceless plea, "Ghost... please let me cum. Please, sir."

"Oh, fuckin' hell..." his thrusts got sloppier from hearing you beg. He releases you from his hold and fucks you to your euphoria. "Cum for me, pet."

His chest kisses your back as he's nestled into your neck, riding out his high. Pulling out, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing, he slaps your ass, leaving red handprints. Fluid oozes out of you, drenching you in stickiness - your shower is now useless. He pulled out of you lazily, both of you moaning out at the feeling. 

"Ready for me, Schatz (darling)?" König asked with his soft voice.

"Yes, sir," you slurred as he helped you flip onto your back, leaning down between your legs. 

He sucked in a moan seeing you under him. 

His huge cock glided between your folds before he slowly inched in, stopping to let you adjust. 

"Oh fuck, König~..."

"Yes, Maus? Does it feel good?" he kissed your jaw while you hugged his biceps, pulling him close as you nodded your head.

With how tender König was being, you forgot that there was everyone else in the room, watching you be used. Fucked. Slutted out.

König's attempt to bottom out was nearly unsuccessful, you couldn't take all of him. 

"Tight fuckin' pussy, baby... even after all these cocks, you're still fucking tight..." he growled in your ear as he slammed into you in slow deep thrusts. 

You couldn't respond. Your mind is broken right now - too foggy - too much pleasure. 

"Is Maus feeling too fucked out to respond?" he chuckled. "That's okay, I'm gonna take care of you, darling..."

You respond in a broken "mhm" as he kept thrusting, kept pleasuring himself, further pleasing you. 

"Ahh~ Schatz (darling), the way you clench around me... I can't last long like this..."

"M'sorry... sorry..." you mutter out with a broken voice.

"Shhh... shh, it's okay, Meine Liebchen (my dear)."

He was using his cock as a battering ram to intrude your walls, tip kissing past your cervix. Your face contorted into a pleasured one as white sparks flash in your eyes and your stomach tightens. 

"I can tell - ahh, fuck~... you're about to cum... Gutes Mädchen (good girl)..."

Tears welled in your eyes as you feel too good, and your orgasm washed over you easily - taking control. You were determined to take each and every cock like a good girl and you succeeded - almost. 

"Scheiße (shit)! Ja... ja... ja (yes... yes... yes)... I'm going to cum so deep in you, Maus..."

As your tightness coaxed the cum out of König's cock, you felt too full as the last creampie overfilled you. He pulled out of you slowly, leaving you laid there like the fucked out slut you were.

"There she is... fucked out medic," Price shouted as he got up to walk towards you. "You okay, sweetheart?"

You nodded - no energy to talk.

"Y'did so good," he praised.

"Mhmm..."

"Take care of 'er, Soap... We gotta get back to work, unfortunately."

"Aye, captain," Soap obeyed.

~

Soap helped you up and showered with you, and didn't let you do any of the work. He washed your face, and your hair, and was even gentler as he washed your body that was undeniably sore. 

"Ya did so well for us, hen," Soap smiled as he met your lidded eyes.

"Thank you..."

"Mm, no, thank you..."

You giggle as your face fell into his neck. "'M so tired..."

"Let's get you dried off and to bed, then, lass."

--

[roosterbruiser]

DUDE MORE LANDSLIDE??? HECK YEAH

anything for you, my darling!!

deleted scene from the bonfire before shit hit the fan.....

I am standing between them now, pulled into myself under my sweater, and we are just far enough away from the fire for the breezy night to kiss my skin. My teeth are on the precipice of chattering and I clutch my paper cup with cold fingers.   

“I was a little wild in college,” Phoenix smiles, biting her lip, “it’s actually where I got the name Phoenix.” 

Bob smiles and I know he’s already heard this story before. I take a drink of the cherry wine and Bob leans in closer to me, chuckling. Warmth blooms in my chest. 

“Because, like a phoenix, she rises from the ashes.” 

It feels like everyone is laughing. The fire has been burning for a few hours now--the sun was still setting when we set the fire up. Everyone has a paper cup in their hands, and the makeshift refill station has had high traffic. Everyone is probably a little tipsy, including me, including Rooster. My belly is aching because I want to be closer to him, want to be tucked up against him. 

Phoenix grins, her hair shining under the moon, slicked into a bun. She’s wearing a turtleneck and a pair of skinny jeans with Bob’s canvas jacket slung over her shoulders. 

“You think you were wild?” I start, nudging Bob, “Bob let his hair get to his shoulders in college!” 

Phoenix grins, almost spilling her beer as she leans forward and pushes his shoulder. Even without the bonfire, I know Bob’s cheeks would still be burning the bright red they are now. He shrugs. 

“I was an English major! What English major doesn’t let their hair grow out to their shoulders,” he defends, “they wouldn’t let you checkout poetry books in the library if you had a buzzcut.” 

This feels good. That is all I can think. It’s cold, sure, and I wish Rooster was standing beside me and listening to Bob be my best friend. But it’s good. I like these people, these people that are on the edge of their seats and waiting for the ball to drop, but still laugh and kid and sing along to Bon Jovi and Tommy James and drink alcohol from paper cups on the beach. We feel like the only people in the world down here. 

“What made you go short?” Phoenix asks, her eyes glassy as she reaches over and ruffled Bob’s pretty brown hair. 

He glances at me. 

“Got gum in my hair at a party. Crimson cut it out. Clover had to fix it,” Bob laughs, “cut my hair in her apartment kitchen.” 

We were hungover when I’d done it. It had been a long time hopping parties at Temple with Maggie--when she visited, she wanted to be out all night and every night. She had cut the gum out of his hair with a pair of nail scissors I carried in my purse. When I’d woken up and seen Bob on the couch, a chunk of hair jaggedly cut from his head, I’d shaken him awake with a pair of scissors already waiting in the kitchen beside a dining table chair. 

To soothe the pain of losing the hair he’d grown out for so long, he picked a record. Our heads were pounding--I had to squint at the sunlight I was letting flood my apartment. Maggie was still sleeping in my dark and quiet room, her head under a pillow. 

He’d turned on my dusty Aretha Now album and dutifully skipped to the second track. As he sat in the lone wooden chair in my kitchen, as I wrapped a towel around his shoulders, I Say a Little Prayer had played. 

“I don’t know who I am without my hair,” he grumbled, wiping his eyes and letting his glasses rest on the counter. 

I’d run my fingers through it a few times. He still smelled like a frat house--like cigarettes, cheap beer. But he also smelled undeniably clean, even if he hadn’t showered yet. 

“Bob,” I answered. 

He rolled his eyes. 

But then I’d cut his hair, plastering a smile to my face even though my brain was pounding to be free of my skull. My lungs still felt weak from laughing, from inhaling all the cigarette smoke. I cut his hair carefully, but danced around him to make sure it was even in the front, grinning at him until he had to smile back at me. 

“He tipped nicely,” I tease, patting Bob’s chest. 

My teeth are chattering now, so I gulp the rest of my cherry wine. My throat is warm and there is a sweet film over my tongue and cheeks. It makes me think of being on this beach with Rooster when we were alone together for the first time. It makes my pulse quicken. 

Something heavy and warm falls onto my shoulders and before I can register what it is, I feel a familiar pair of hands on either of my shoulders. Rooster is behind me, draping the leather bomber over my shoulders. It’s very heavy and warm from his body, his sweet and familiar body, and I instantly feel warmer. He’s squeezing my shoulders gently and I know he wants to be closer to me, know that he wants to hold me, but he stands a few inches away so our bodies aren’t flush against each other’s. 

“Looked cold,” he says and I can hear his smile. 

Phoenix and Bob are smiling their drunk little smiles, eyes beginning to slope in that special way. I know right then and there, somehow, someway, that Bob has told Phoenix about me and Rooster. They look awfully pleased now, watching him touch me, watching my body soften at his touch. My throat feels sticky with admiration. 

“Excuses, excuses,” I whisper, teasing, loving. 

I look up at him and he is already looking down at me, glowing in the dark. He is smiling beneath his mustache, very soft and pink in the light of the bonfire. His hands are still on my shoulders and I want to kiss him. When I look up at him, it feels like we are the only two people here. Everyone dissipates, everything dissipates. It’s just him and I here in this spot in the sand and he’s just put his dead father’s jacket on me. All I can smell is his sweet, sharp scent and the jet fuel that has permanently stained his skin. And all I can see his eyes and I know, yes I know now, that they are filled with love for me. Yes, yes love for me.

More Than A Woman by the Bee Gees snaps me out of Rooster’s gaze. 

“I love this song,” Hangman announces before pointing at me from across the fire. 

I bite my lip, can practically taste what he’s about to ask me, heart picking up a faster rhythm. He’s already sauntering over to me, dropping his third or fourth beer bottle in the sand, his cable knit sweater hugging his biceps almost painfully. His hair isn’t gelled either and he looks irregularly soft right now.

“C’mon, darlin’, let’s give ‘em a show!” 

He sounds like Texas when he’s tipsy. 

Then he’s grabbing my hand and the jacket is falling off and I pause to fix it, but Rooster is faster. 

“Hold your horses,” he laughs at Jake, helping my arms in the oversized sleeves. 

He pats the spot between my shoulderblades and his touch feels like a warm blanket. His touch feels so intimate, so private even if it is literally just a pat on the back.

So Hangman pulls me to the sand and I am laughing, cherry wine warming my throat, my eyes drooping and glassy. His face mirrors mine except the grin on his face is touching every single part of him. 

He does all the work, just like he did at The Hard Deck. 

He takes my hands in his and twirls me a few times, remarkably good at giving me butterflies when he wants to. And I know that if I was someone else, in a different timeline, it would be easy to fall in love with him. He is a legitimate good dancer and cute enough to get away with it.

He’s singing, too, laughing and crooning off-tune. He looks very pretty--and less like his face is perfected with a layer of saran-wrap--when he’s tipsy and his cheeks are rosy. His lips are wet and wrapped around his straight teeth, too. He pulls me to him, his hands on my waist and we fall into an easy two-step.

“And if I lose you now, I think I would die,” Hangman sings dramatically. 

I feel a different kind of light when I’m dancing with Hangman. He is very strong and I know that he, just like Rooster, could lift me without so much as breaking a sweat. And I know that it might be the country in him, but he worships every single woman that walks this planet, flirts like his life depends on it; there is something strangely admirable about that to me. It feels safe to be in his gaze.

“Make some room!” he calls, reprising his favorite line, even though we are alone by the waves and the beach expands on either side of us for at least a mile. 

He brings me close to him and I cross my arms over my body, a waft of Rooster fluttering from the leather jacket and into my nose, and then he spins me out and I dip the same dramatic way I had done before when we danced in The Hard Deck. 

“Ow, ow!” Coyote calls.

“Youch!” Phoenix calls distantly, her voice muffled with laughter. 

It feels strangely safe to be held by Hangman, but not in the same way it feels to be held by Rooster. It feels like I’m in the company of a friend, a protector. Maybe he will hit on me, but he would also puff his chest up around any man that sniffed me at the bar. Hangman is the type of man that will show you off without expecting anything in return. It almost reminds me of my father. The comparison makes me ache. 

“You sure its Bradshaw you want,” Hangman asks, his ego flaring. 

Fuck. I furrow my brows, pretending like my feet didn’t stutter when he said Rooster’s last name. Hangman rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. 

“Darlin’, everyone knows. Even if they don’t,” he says, “they do.”

If I hadn’t drunk half a bottle of cherry wine, I think I would feel more embarrassed than I do right now. I hold onto his sweater and inhale the salt air before I even think about responding. Our bodies move in tandem. 

“Knows what?” I say, turning my nose up slightly. 

“You could always change your mind,” he sing-songs, twirling me again, “you know where to find me, darlin’.” 

[gracieheartspedro]

Somewhere With You ~ a sneak peak

so here's a lil snippet of part 4 of How Long! I am still working out the kinks and shit. I'm not 10000% when it'll be posted, and these parts may be reworked, but it's coming SOON. I promise. but I'm giving you two lil snippets. I know you guys have been waiting forever. so here's a little bit of what's to come! pardon if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes btw!

here's a cute gif of smoochie too!

Here's a lil snippet of the beginning of the chapter (:

“You talk to your Mama lately? She still likin’ Maine?”  It wasn’t a question you were expecting coming from Joel. You had told him about your mom around the time that she moved away, however long ago that was. You truly didn’t expect him to even remember. “We talk every week, she likes it there. Wants me to come experience a winter there, so I may go up for Christmas,” You explain, remembering back to conversation you two just had last week. She wanted you to feel what fluffy snow felt like and maybe go skiing with her.  It makes Joel’s heart sink a bit. Not because you would be visiting your mother, but instead you would not be here to spend Christmas with him and Sarah. He had already planned on making a spot for you at the dining table.  “That’d be nice,” He licks his lips, contemplating if he should say what he really wants to say, “‘M bettin’ she misses seein’ your beautiful face everyday.” You smile, your cheeks burning hot at Joel calling you beautiful. You knew you had to throw him off and give him a sarcastic response to keep him on his toes. “Gonna freeze my ass off there. May have to borrow some of your flannels.” He chuckles, tilting his head towards you, “You already havta’ have about four of my t-shirts, now that hoodie. You wanna raid me some more?” “If I’m remembering correctly, you said I just had to “get with you” to get clothes,” You’re whispering, leaning into him. You don’t want Sarah to hear the words you’re speaking to her father, “How many times do we need to go at it before I get one of those denim jackets you own?” He peers over at you. You smirk, quirking one eyebrow up. “You with me to get my clothes or somethin’?” “That and other things,” You tease, pulling away, leaning your back against the seat again.  Joel peers into the rear view mirror. Sarah is asleep, her headphones blasting her favorite pop album. He tilts his head towards you, his eyes not leaving the road, “You’ll havta remind me of those other things when we get home.” He could get used to always having you in his passenger seat.

and then the part you all have been waiting for (;;;;;

“What is going on here?” His voice scares you. You don’t even want to turn around in Joel’s lap to face him. Joel slowly helps you out of his lap, his eyes never leaving Tommy’s.  When you finally turn to face Tommy, his eyes are wild and bright red. He looks like he hasn’t showered in days, his longer hair greasy and standing in all sorts of directions. It’s not his appearance that scares you, it’s the energy he’s brought into Joel’s living room. It’s the same scary tension you experienced when he lashed out on you before.  Joel finally speaks up, clearing his throat. “What do you mean?” But Tommy isn’t talking to Joel. He’s looking at you.  “Are you fuckin’ my brother?” He’s pointing at you, his finger waving at you like an adult who’s scolding a child. You open your mouth, but you can’t say anything. Your throat is dry, the shock and terror taking ahold of your vocal cords.  “Tommy, we aren’t doing this.” Joel puts himself in between Tommy and you, ensuring he does not creep closer to you. You want to believe Tommy would never get physical with you, but the way he looks now, you are not one hundred percent positive.  “That’s not what I fuckin’ asking, Joel. Are you two sleepin’ together?”  His voice is booming, bouncing off every corner of the room. It makes you shrink three sizes.  Joel places his head up, warning him silently not to get any closer, “Tommy-” “Answer the fuckin’ question!” You want to curl into a ball. You knew this would fucking happen. You knew he would go insane.  You look at Joel finally. You realize your eyes were trained on Tommy in terror, unsure on how to console him. Joel licks his lips, rolling his eyes a bit. You just nod, trying to answer Tommy’s question without saying anything. You did not want him to realize how shaky your voice was.  Once he gets confirmation, all hell breaks loose. He’s pushing on Joel with his chest, screaming expletives at him.  “You’re a fuckin’ asshole! You fucked my girl-“ Before he can even finish the statement, Joel becomes a brick wall. He’s staring down at Tommy now, all the while snot is running down at his little brother’s face. He looked pathetic. As he nudges Joel’s chest, he hardly moves a millimeter. Joel does not even hesitate when he says the next words.  “Not your girl.”

[mywittingislobotomy]

part [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8](you are here)... there will be more in the future

And so Lumine, Mia and Marianna headed back to the event.

Suddenly a song played from Mia's pocket. Someone was calling her.

She quickly took out her phone and answered it "Ало, да?" (Hello, yes). It wasn't anything serious, just her and Marianna's mom calling to check up on them.

"What language is this, it sounds like a combination between Shneznayan and Fontaineun, but it's verry diferent different?" Pantalone taught.

That moment everyone was wondering what language is this and why is The Creator herself speaking it to that weird device that can play weird music.

Soon Mia hung up and she countinued to talk to her twin. Nahida decided to ask her about it."Your Grace, may I ask what language was that, and from what country it comes from and what is that device?" Nahida asked. "That device is a phone you can use it for a oot of things, that language is Bulgarian and it's from Bulgaria, my homeland, but I'm not sure if it has a nation in Teyvat corresponding to it" Mia ancwered with a smile as she drank an unknown brown liquid from a clear big cup with a straw (coffee).

"Your Grace, if you would want i could rename Inazuma t-" Ei tried offering but she got interupted by Barbatos "No, Her Grace would want Mondstat to be renamed after her homeland, right Your Grace?" Venti tirned to her hoping for a confirmation but, instead Signora got up "You incompetent failure of an archon, don't put words in Her Grace's mouth" she said with narrowed eyes.

"Wow, wow don't fight here-" Marianna said but she got interrupted by bouth of them saying with anger "Quet impostor" she flipped them off and she took of something from Mia's ear.

"Hey, give me back my airpod" Mia protested "Hm, let's see what you are listening to… emo music, but it's good seven and a half out of ten. Anyway- stop them, they are fighting about which nation will be renamed to Bulgaria, and they won't listen to me".

Soon the event ended in peace but Lumine stayed with Marianna while Mia was going to try to get an abyss mage to tell Lumine's brother that, The Creator herself wants to speak to him.

Mia found a camp and there were two abyss mages. She walked towards them "Hello" she greeted them with a warm smile. They quickly got up and bowed to her "Hello Our Grace, may we ask how we can be of your assistance?" they asid in union. "Can you call Aether?" she asked politely.``Yes, Our Grace '' the mages disappeared and a couple of minutes later they came back with Aether.

He bowed "Hello My Grace, how i can be of your assistance?" Aether asked. "Would you want to talk with your sister? I won't force you to do so but please at least talk to her and properly answer her questions." Mia requested as his eyes widened. "Y-yes Your Grace I will talk to her"

She led him to Lumine who was talking with Mariana in the hallway. As soon as Lumine saw Aether, he teared up and she ran towards him and hugged him crying. "A-Aether!"

The gold-blooded twins let the blonde twins talk to each other.

[time skip to later that night at like 4 am]

Marianna entered Mia's room. Mia wasn't sleeping, she was looking over old books on her desk ever since she got back to her room.

"M-Mia…" Marianna stuttered her voice cracking. Mia's gaze Immediately shot up to her sister and she saw Marianna was about to cry. Mia quickly hugged her and whispered "Marianna what's wrong?". "M-my boyfriend broke up with m-me, b-but he didn't" Mia explained through tears. "Shh don't worry, everything is fine… but I'm confused on what you said" Mia comforted her. "I-I was talking to him on the phone and i got a very bad headache and…" she grinded her tears and took a big breath and shouted "I can read minds since the headache!" she shouted as she teared up even more.

Mia was in complete shock.``How is that even possible" she taught. "I-I don't even know, '' Mia answered. "What. Did she just read my mind?" Mia taught and Marianna answered "Yes, since that headache I can read everyone's minds' '.

Soon Mia calmed down Marianna and she started explaining the situation. " Last night, when I was sleeping I was standing in the pupil of a giant eye. It seemed to belong to a giant fire monster. I could see Earth and many, many other planets, some of them belonging to fictional worlds, some I couldn't recognize. When I woke up I felt refreshed, I felt like I didn't need coffee at all and when I stubbed my toe it didn't hurt at all, but I ignored everything. Then through the day i got random headaches that lasted ten seconds maximum and then a couple of hours ago while i was talking to my now ex, I got an awful headache and i started hearing everyone around me's thoughts, i heard him thinking about how he will dump me and embarrass me" Marianna explained.

"Oh…" Mia was at a loss for words. "It seems, you awoke your creator powers already" Mia smiled a little. "What" was her sister's only reaction.

"So i'm The Creator of the world right? Well apparently, I wanted to live a life so, I placed my body in a random timeline- this one, and I made myself an identical twin sibling-you, and apparently I gave you powers like mine, and I decided to let me and you awaken our powers on our own" Mia explained "also i figured this out on my own" she commented on her statement proudly.

After both of them clered things out, they sat in Mia's bed watching vine compilations all night.

Soon enough it was ten am the next day, they went out of the room and started to walk around, while talking about Mia's dream. In her dream she was sitting in a black void with black eyes all around and below her, yet she felt calm and she fell asleep in her dream, and then woke up from her dream in her dream and then woke up from her dream to the real world. She couldn't remember what she did in the dream world, yet she remembered that it was a lucid dream and that there were other sentient people there.

Suddenly there was a sword coming towards Mia's face but she quickly mover her hand and caught the sword like she knew that was going to happen…"Marianna, I knew that was going to happen…" Mia taught before she collapsed.

Mia quickly picked her up and she rushed her to her room before anyone saw them.

An hour later Mia woke up and Marianna was next to her. Mia quickly got a knife that wasn't there before and she threw it towards the curtain. It stabbed someone. A black entity fell limp on the ground and evaporated.

"Mia how in the RNGesus did you guess that there was this thing and where did that knife come from!?" Marianna asked, eyes wide open.

"It seems I have awoken my powers too" Mia smirked a little to herself.

"W-" Marianna got interrupted before she could say anything "I will know everything, I created everything. As I'm awakening my powers, I will find out everything about the future and past I created, also i know that in an hour i will pass out and when I get up I will too be able to read minds but by choice and, will be able to summon a scythe to fight with" Mia explained "Also both of our weapons will be scythes and your powers will be fire ones and mine will be space, void darkness powers" Mia added. Meanwhile her twin was just staring at her dumb folded, confused and even more confused.

After an hour Mia suddenly passed out, when she awakened four minutes later she could indeed read minds.

"Heh, now both of us can read minds' ' Marianna said "Ooo now we will be able to talk to each other without actually speaking' ' Mia said, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

A week has passed since they both started awakening their powers and as the days passed Mia grew more and more worried "Why is there a dark angel following me around?"

i think i am going to countinue the story but it will follow different charecters with different lifes in this world hell, i think i am going to involve some other games or animes. i think i will start with a made up pantalone assistant that is a cousin of Mia and Marianna but she lost her memories and is trying to get them back. I will start with that when Mia and Marianna aweke their full powers.

[inv1ted]

@inv3sted: ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . (mike)

"i hope you know this is unnecessary," eli insists as mike helps pull the shirt over his head. "my arm's broken, not gone."

it hadn't even been too bad of a break, but oliver, naturally, had freaked out about work safety and responsibility and driven them straight to the hospital. he hadn't even broken it in any kind of interesting way, just fell hard on their way down some supposedly cursed mountains. if that was the worst curse those mountains could offer, eli remembers joking on the way down, then they'd be fine.

still, he's protesting mostly for the sake of appearances -- he doesn't really want mike to listen to him, primary among these reasons being that he likes the closeness of him. eli's sure that you could trace this desire for the bare minimum of human contact back to something else embarrassing like his lonely childhood, or his often-absent parents, but that kind of analytic shit is the reason he's never been to therapy. the point is, even the small touches -- michael's hand at the center of his back, steadying him so he doesn't fall and rebreak his arm, for instance. they're...nice. he wouldn't trade them for anything. "...thanks, though."

[winterxisxcomingx]

so i just got dumped over text lol can i get a ficlet or drabble of dustin comforting el after mike breaks up with her?

ohmygod, im so, so sorry, love! You didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves to be dumped over a text.

I hope you will feel better soon! 💜 I did write a little something, just for you! Dustin and I are sending you a lot of hugs!!!

El sat shivering in Dustin's arms. It hadn't meant to end like this, Dustin comforting her. It wasn’t meant to happen at all. It was supposed to be a normal day for her. Going out with Max and Lucas, and then stopping by Wheelers’ house for some kissing session with her boyfriend.

Mike wasn’t supposed to break up with her.

Not now, not over the phone.

Why did this happen? She knew that their relationship lately was rather a delicate matter, but was she really that bad girlfriend? Was it her fault?

Another sob left her body, and she clung to Dustin’s chest even closer.

“Shh… Shh… I’m here with you. You’re not alone, El. I’m with you. You’re great and wonderful. Shh… Shh…” Dustin didn’t stop saying the same words over and over into her hair. Not since she suddenly entered his room and somehow ended up in his arms, sitting miserably with him on a floor. She didn’t even have the energy to explain to him what happened. So he didn’t know why she was crying, why she looked so miserable. But Dustin didn’t try to force her to say something, nor look at him with her wet eyes. He never stopped dragging his fingers through her hair, trying to give her some comfort.

He’s a great friend, and it hit El, that she was a bad friend for him, just using him, not even saying what happened.

Slowly, El moved her head away from its comfortable position on Dustin’s shoulder and placed a hand on Dustin's chest, splaying her fingers. She lifted her gaze to Henderson's eyes and opened her mouth to say that painful words finally.

“I-I-Im sorry, D,Dustin, I-I'm-m–” She couldn’t say that out loud. It hurt. And if she will say that out loud, their break-up will become real. And she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t. But Dustin deserves the truth. So she tried. She took a deep breath, clutching painfully a piece of Dustin's t-shirt in her hand. “Mike broke up with me-e. H,He called and b-broke up. Over p-phone. J-just like that and, and, and-” And she dissolved into shuddering sobs again, her whole body shaking with the force of them, and she could feel Dustin again gently comforting her with his words and tone.

After another few minutes, El could feel Dustin tensing up, just before she could hear his words, his tone clearly angry.

“What a son of a bitch. Piece of shit. Who the fuck break up through the phone!?” El understands him, she thinks, but now she doesn't want revenge or anything. She still loves Mike, and she doesn’t want to think about it now. But she would be lying saying Dustin’s words didn’t make her feel a little better. Making her feelings valid in a way she clearly needed.

And it's true, but right now, El just wanted to be held by someone dear to her. Deep down, she knows that she just wants Dustin to hug her and gently shush her again. No matter how arrogant that may seem.

So, she hugged him tighter to herself, clinging to his t-shirt on his back, and wetting his shirt with her tears again.

Henderson was rubbing her back in comfort with a little more pressure now. He’s annoyed, and it's clear, but his other hand on her hair still gently strokes it. He’s angry but weirdly, El feels safe in his arms. Safer than ever. And she knows he is able to be loud, but his tone is still quiet, as to not disturb her, and for a moment, El feels good.

After a few minutes, or hours, El wasn’t sure, of listening to Dustin’s steady heartbeat, she finally calmed down. Now, they were cuddling on the floor in silence, besides tiny sniffles and hitching sobs here and there from El.

Suddenly, Dustin's voice rang in her ears again.

“Do you want to lie down?” he asked softly, only feeling El nodding against his shoulder in answer. She realized that she feels quite tired. Like a kid. She would gladly use a comfortable bed. But not alone.

So she doesn't let him go even when she feels him standing up.

Dustin slowly got up off the floor with El still in his arms and guided her gently onto his bed, watching her adjust her position, leaving plenty of room for him behind her. But not letting go of his hand.

“I'll be back in a moment, just need to make some little adjustments.” He promised, squeezing her hand once and only then El finally let him go.

She felt tired, she realized again. Her head pulsing from sobbing, her legs numb from lying on the floor for so long, and her body aching for comforting presence.

El could've heard Dustin shuffling around the room, drawing the curtains, and putting something on his night stand. The bed finally dips, and El can hear her own sight of comfort when she feels Dustin pulling her to his chest.

She still feels broken and hurt, but she already cried enough for today, and now she just wants to rest her eyes for a moment. A minute. Maybe a little longer.

The last thing she remembers, before dozing off, are Dustin’s lips on her forehead.

[slwjmz]

My dad is getting old but he’s not getting in the phase where I should be counting my hugs out. About 3 years ago, I RSVP’d a nice date for Father’s Day and I called him prior to make sure he was on point. He knew the time and location the night before and I called in the morning to remind him. My dad spent the whole Father’s Day ignoring my calls after the one in the morning. Dinner was set for 8pm. I called at 12pm. At 4pm m. And shot out a text. Called at 6pm. No answes and no call backs. He answers at 7 something, without me saying “Why didn’t-“

“NOONIE IM GETTING DRESSED RIGHT NOW, ok. I’m about to be home damn it”

I hung up. Always lying and forgetting things.

I cried abit. Ate by myself at the dinner….

I wake up the next morning for work, I scrolll, I see my older brother (who is not his son) with a full picnic and things of #1 dad laid out for my own fucking father. My brother can never communicate why he does slick things as a competition or a secret contest.

Not one time did you ask MY father “Does Noonie have anything planned for you”

Not one time does my dad tell my brother “Noonie has something planned for me”

So every Father’s Day, I don’t think to do anything for him because he’s never thinking of me….

There’s more reasons that I overlooked where he doesn’t deserve my acknowledgement… but even when I aimed to gift him again for that day, he hurts me emotionally, and here goes my in the closet ass brother getting the treatment I never can get from either parent .

[roleplayolyhedrons]

Simulating the World (Pt. 1)

I might as well confess from the beginning that I did not grow up playing tabletop (pen and paper) role-playing games. I was a war gamer from an early age. I played behind grand armies, rolling dice to decide the fate of entrenched enemies, and even my soldiers, for that matter. I came to role-playing games at a critical juncture in my own life—a time when I was bored with war games and needed some form of mental stimulation that went beyond what television and video games could offer me at the time. Role-playing games, to me, signify a significant step in a process of self-exploration through games and gaming—a sort of natural progression from one gaming genre, such as war games, to the next, role-playing games.

Mage Knight

I roll the dice—they’re high numbers—what exactly, I can’t recall after nearly fifteen years. Probably a six and a five on the six-sided dice. All kill shot, I remember. I also remember the ugly orange carpet of the room and the dozen or so people crammed into the tiny spare room in my junior high school. My opponent’s face, a fuzzy, easily forgotten face, scowls at the loss of her Mage Knight miniature, her prized soldier on the battlefield. She removed the plastic warrior from the table, which is decorated with sand table terrain—i.e., stone masonry structures, such as fortified walls, square towers,m and sagging buildings with thatched rooves all of which are fashioned from painted soda box cardboard. I’m winning at a game that is, at its heart, very much like chess, although it’s different. In other words, it’s hard to say it tastes like chicken, when, in fact, it isn’t chicken, doesn’t even come close, in many respects. The endgame is the same as chess: Kill off your opponent’s pieces until s/he capitulates. It’s a game my pubescent self prefers over chess because of the options available to one playing the game. No more strict movements on an undecorated board. The pawns of war move in ways that chess pieces only dream of, duking it out over neatly modeled sand table terrain. Dice rolls act as the great equalizer, as much as a good strategy. (And good strategy doesn’t hurt either.) Chess, after playing Mage Knight, feels anachronistic and tastes bland.

There’s a catch to playing Mage Knight: I have to keep it secret because it is one of those things forbidden in my household. It’s far too similar to a game called Dungeons & Dragons in my father’s eyes. When he finds out that I want to play this game with my friends, and on a Sunday of all days, he flips out. My old man decides the best punishment is to force me to read aloud Bible passages. He thinks, hopes, that this activity will purge, scrub away with an intellectual version of a wire brush, any interests I have in such games. My father hands me an old Bible and says, “Here, read this. Make sure I can hear you reading this from in the living room.” I ask him why. He says, “Because I told you to. Now read!” My father truly believes the rumors and theories surrounding the connections between devil worship and suicide among those who play games like Dungeons & Dragons. This is strange to me. My father doesn’t treat my younger brother in the same way. He can play with his friends on a Sunday, and so can my sister. Instead of playing with my friends, instead of playing a harmless game of Mage Knight, I read from Judges, and the fantastical stories from this part of the Bible only serve to kindle my interest in playing out such stories in game form. I can almost imagine reenacting the battles with my miniatures, bought with earned and stolen quarters, all in the name of G-d.

War Games

Military modeling and simulation is the technical term for what hobbyists call war gaming. M&S, as it is more commonly known, has been around for millennia. Human beings, from ancient Egyptian pharaohs to Mesopotamian kings to Prussian military officers have all tried to simulate combat without the risk associated with actual warfare. The answer to this dilemma of simulating a part of the real world was not what we would call LARP-ing—live-action role-playing—, complete with mock swords and shields and cheesy acting to boot. Instead, ancient and modern civilizations alike developed board games using intricate and not-so-intricate playing pieces, along with wooden, clay, or stone boards. What started as a training tool for the ruling and military elite soon became a pastime of those who had little interest or knowledge in the affairs of war and peace.

War games are a permanent staple of modern-day gaming hobbies. Popular war games fill the shelves of big box stores and hobby and specialist shops alike. Entire conventions are dedicated to the wargaming hobby in the civilian world. Names like Avalon Hill, Games Workshop, and Fantasy Flight Games (FFG), conjure up images of miniature warriors duking out over sand table real estate. Players rely on dice and pre-established statistics to determine the odds of combat and movement on the board. In some cases, war games are quite elaborate, with miniatures, realistic, war-torn landscapes, and complex formulas as part of the overall gaming experience. However, other war games are quite simple, with said games being fashioned from inexpensive cardboard cardstock or plastic tokens. Nevertheless, whether it is elaborate war games or cheap cardboard ones, many civilians know war gaming simply as a hobby they love and spend countless hours on. Few know about the origins of war gaming, the grandfather of role-playing games, especially when it comes to its political and military origins.

War games have been around for as long as human beings have fought wars against one another. Such games offer players a chance to experience combat against an opponent without the risks associated with real war. War games, like chess and Go, have become permanent fixtures of the civilian world, as ultimate games of strategy, patience, and mental endurance. Entire libraries have been written on games like chess. However, the war game as we know it is a relatively modern invention. The wargaming hobby is in debt to the likes of Prussian military strategists, who first developed and used the game Kriegsspiel (i.e., literally “war game”) to train military officers in strategy and tactics. This pedagogical method is pregnant with possibilities and problems. Officers, and even the political elite, are better able to get a grasp of combat, which is fraught with unknowns, unknowns that must be anticipated by the commander in question. These same games, however, can create a sort of myopia within those who play them, allowing the officers in question to believe they are best prepared for the situation at hand, when, in fact, they haven’t.

Jackson Kicked My Ass

I’m at my friend’s, Jackson’s, house, an old riverfront Victorian. Jackson is this tall, lanky character, with combed hair, a goofy smile, and the mouth of a sailor on shore leave. We’ve brought together a collection of Warhammer 40K miniatures my grandmother, on my father’s side, bought for me, along with some old hardbound books, clean coffee mugs, and a handful of six-sided dice. The books and cups serve as ad hoc terrain, the best we can come up with, considering the circumstances. Cups serve as towering mountains, and the books are grand mesas, tableland on some alien desert world. The books and cups are organized in such a way that the middle of the table is the narrowest point, with the top and bottom ends widening out enough to allow for our troops to be placed in their start positions. I play a small squad of Space Marines. Jackson plays a squad of Tyranids, an alien insectoid-like race. We’re using our own rules this time because I’ve forgotten the rulebook at home, which is hidden from my father’s prying eyes. I position my Space Marines in a firing line, just before the narrowest point on the table, getting ready for Jackson’s insectoid swarm. Once it’s his turn, he unleashes his horde, charging toward my Space Marines. Both sides are equally matched, considering. It’s my turn again. I roll to fire on the Tyranids, killing three off the bat. Jackson curses under his breath. It’s his turn again. His alien horde attacks my Space Marine line, full force. He rolls and kills two of my Space Marines. It’s my turn again. I find that my Space Marines are in an optimal position. Jackson’s troops are being bottle-necked by the terrain and my soldiers are ready to take them on. I decide to roll an attack against Jackson’s troops. I roll low, really low. So low, it is laughable now that I think about it, some fifteen years later. Jackson laughs. It’s one of those laughs that sounds like monkeys fighting one another over forage. He knows his troops are safe, for now. It’s his turn. He rolls for attack, and he manages to kill four of my courageous Space Marines. I wince as this takes place. Jackson feels victory coming.

“You ready to surrender, bitch?”

“Fuck you, man,” I retort.

“You kno’ I’m gonna fuckin’ win,  bro. Just admit it.”

“Fuck off, Jackson.”

It’s my turn. I roll. Again, the numbers aren’t in my favor. I don’t manage to kill or wound any of Jackson’s horde, which appears to be more ferocious than it did a few minutes ago.

I move my Space Marines back some, giving myself breathing room. Jackson moves closer. I roll for an attack, and I only manage to kill one of his hordes. I feel the sweat dripping off my brow, my hands are shaky, and my heart rate is through the roof. I can’t let this cocky fucker win, I think to myself. Jackson moves in for the kill. He manages to finish off the remainder of my Space Marine squad. In my mind, I can hear the shrill screams of grown men being torn apart by an alien horde. They cry out for their God-like emperor to save them, but their cries fall on deaf ears.

Jackson’s smiling at the end, all of his front teeth, pearly whites even in the dim light, are showing. He reaches over to shake my hand. I take it.

“No hard feelin’s, bro?”

“Sure, no hard feelings.”

“Another round, dude?” Jackson asks.

I nod, and we begin setting up our soldiers on opposite ends of the table for another battle.