#now I'm soaked why would you do this/j

[prophecyoflunarflame]

Driaon would tell Ave she deserved that

Now I gotta dry my silly nosk while the other three watch (what a tragedy)

Cursed ship idea

Herrah and Nosk

I headcanon that they both hate each other universally in my au that I am working on, I will never be popping art of that ship 😤😤😤

nosk x pale ore or nosk x collector supremacy💥💥💥

[caelivir]

synopsis. you’ve been deliberately dodging atsumu miya. he wants to know why.

pairing. atsumu miya x fem!reader | wc. 2.0k (it wasn’t even supposed to be this long) | genres. (implied) university au, tbh i don’t even know what this dynamic is, he calls us princess, reader’s kinda bad emotionally, rain confessions

notes. for my birthday (not gojo’s eff him (/j)) i decided why not take one of my favorite tropes of all time and pair it w the loml. you’re so welcome. this is very dialogue heavy, barely proofread, and a hot mess, but i hope you enjoy regardless.

"(y/n)." the very familiar, sultry yet aggravating voice says the moment you step out of the cafe.

"oh my god!" you jump, clutching a hand over your heart that skipped a beat. it's immediately followed with a glare towards atsumu. "what the fuck, miya? you don't just come up to people like that."

"sorry." atsumu apologizes but his nose scrunches at the word. "nah, not really. didn't know how else to get to ya."

"so you had to find me at my job?" you raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

he shrugs. "yer really not leavin' me with any other choice."

"what are you on about?" you roll your eyes as you take a sharp left, carefully exhaling out. the street is nearly deserted now that the sun sunk past the horizon, leaving only the street lights and the moon to illuminate what would be a pitch black scene. puddles of water are scattered along the walkways, remnants of the downpour that occurred earlier in the day. you had clocked out later than usual, and the next flash of rain is predicted to fall within the next few minutes. you want to get back to your dorm before the worst of it happens.

"ya know what i'm talking about." atsumu huffs. "yer clearly avoiding me."

your shoulders tense when he brings it up, and you pray that atsumu doesn't catch it. "i'm not." you lie, your heart speeding up.

"yer a shit liar. i hope ya know that." atsumu shuts you down right then and there. the fact he's able to makes you wince. that's one of the many bones you have to pick with him. he can always see right through you, and it allows him to get under your skin easily since he knows exactly what to say if he wants to get a reaction out of you.

it's because of that reason that you've been avoiding him. you know yourself well enough that if you were to stand face to face with atsumu miya as you are now, he'd figure out the secret that you've been hiding for two weeks.

atsumu presses his lips together, sighing once he realizes that all he'll get from you from this point forward is silence, but he tries his luck anywayy. "can we talk?"

you let his question fizzle out in the air, continuing down the sidewalk as atsumu follows by your side. the first drops of drizzle fall onto your hand and cheek. atsumu feels them too.

"look, it's gonna rain soon. could ya at least let me take ya home? yer gonna get soaked." atsumu gently reaches out for your hand. the sudden contact and its spark of heat makes you jump. instinctively, you yank your hand away from him. your widened eyes snap towards him, and shame washes over you. maybe the street lights are playing tricks on you, but you swear there's a flicker of hurt in his gaze. you turn away from him because you can't bear the sight of it.

"are ya mad at me? did i do somethin' to upset ya?" atsumu continues.

no, you answer in your head. you can't trust yourself to say it out loud without betraying anything else. it's not that.

"(y/n), please. talk to me." atsumu pleads. you don't think you've ever heard such desperation in his voice before. you've never seen him so raw. it's almost enough to break you, but you refuse to let go the threads of your resolve. the rain is picking up; it's cold as it soaks the threads of your clothes.

"princess." atsumu throws in as a last ditch effort. you know it is because it's the one nickname that gets you riled up the most. it sparks a reaction that atsumu knows will get you talking, but unbeknownst to him it's not for the reason he expects. he wants you to snap with anger, but all your heart does is ache. all it does is melt you into putty in his hands.

"don't call me that." you finally come to a stop, turning so that you can face him, defeat in your gaze. atsumu's blond locks are beginning to lose volume; they stick to his forehead as droplets continue to fall. his hoodie is littered with small, dark stains, a physical consequence of the rain.

"oh now i got yer attention." atsumu scoffs, poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek.

"miya." you warn, voice shaking. he ignores it.

"yer not being yerself, and ya haven't been for the last two weeks." he tells you as if you don't already recognize it yourself. "what's goin' on with ya?"

"nothing!" you deny. "i'm fine!"

atsumu rolls his eyes. "cut the crap, princess."

"seriously, stop calling me that!" you spit back at him.

you're shivering. you can't tell if it's because of your cold, wet clothes or your frustration that keeps reaching new levels. you can sense it; you can sense that your heart is about to claw itself out of chest and dump itself onto the feet of atsumu miya. your hand fists the fabric of your soaked shirt as if to keep it in.

"then tell me what's wrong!" the blond in front of you demands, running a hand through his hair. his voice projects over the brutal force of the rain.

you grimace. that's the one thing you can't do, especially since it involves him. you bite your tongue, hiding your face so that atsumu doesn't see the glassiness of your eyes. "miya... please drop it." you ask him pathetically.

"why?" he pries. this is the other issue with him. he's so damn stubborn to the point that it's infuriating. atsumu miya never backs down until he gets what he wants.

"because it's you!" the first wave of tears break free. they cascade down your cheeks, mixing in the stream of rain on your cheeks; all while your hand remains pointed at atsumu. "because i fell for you!"

atsumu shuts his mouth, going completely silent. you shake your head, laughing bitterly. "i bet you didn't expect that, did you? believe me, i didn't either. day in and day out all we've ever done was argue so i don't know how this happened. i don't know why i have these feelings for you."

wiping your face is a futile attempt yet you still do it anyway. a sob gets caught in your throat, and you choke on it. "i can't stop thinking about you. i can't be near you without my heart attempting to leap out of chest. and so yeah, i've been avoiding you miya, and it's because you've made me so damn weak."

your stare finds atsumu's. you can't get a read on him, but you don't have to second guess that he can see the pain swirling in your eyes. it's so humiliating that even now the first thing that crosses your mind is how good he looks even as you feel your heart being torn apart. his hair is completely stuck to his forehead. his blond ends that are soaked through and through drip their excess water onto his face. you want nothing more than to brush them out of his line of sight, but you can't. you fight that desire by balling up your fists.

"so please just leave me alone. stop trying to find me because i can't take this anymore." you beg through hiccups.

you wait for a response. you wait to see if atsumu will kick your heart aside. in an even better scenario, which is far from likely, he accepts it. you'll take either or.

but he does neither, and that's fine too. you leave atsumu by himself on the sidewalk, and your lack of presence pulls him out of his trance. he jogs to catch up to you, reaching from behind to clasp your hand in his.

"miya, let go-"

"no." he says firmly, a newfound fire burning behind his eyes, one that exceeds the one you feel on your hand. the sight makes you gulp. "ya can't just confess yer feelings for me and leave."

you chuckle weakly, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp. "i think i can."

"no, ya can't. ya didn't even give me a chance to say anythin'." atsumu argues. he doesn't relinquish the hold he has on you.

"what more do you have to say? you don't feel the same, and that's fine-"

"could ya stop assuming things?! i never even said that." atsumu squeezes your hand ever so lightly in frustration. "and by the way, i'm not gonna leave ya alone. i'll follow ya to the edge of the earth if i have to."

you're still crying at this point, and atsumu's words are only making you more upset. "why?! why are you so fixated on me?! why can't you just-"

"because i'm in love with ya!"

in that moment, you swear the rain stops in its place, suspended in the air. surely, you must've been hearing things wrong. atsumu miya, the guy who has everyone dancing to the tune of his hand, is- no that doesn't even sound right. how could he possibly-

"god, i've been in love with ya for so long." atsumu laughs, like it's a relief to finally get it off his chest. "but ya nearly ripped my heart to shreds over these past two weeks."

atsumu squeezes your hand before letting it fall to your side. his own flex by his side as if to hold himself back. "(y/n), ya can insult me to yer heart's content if that's what makes ya happy, but don't dodge me like i'm the damn plague. i hate it. i really do."

atsumu picks up his tear-filled eyes; it makes your own fall even faster because you realize that this hurts him. you want to apologize, but the words are backed up in your throat. your cries steal away your ability to speak.

so you pull him in, yanking him by the drenched fabric of his hoodie and closing the distance between you two. your lips crash onto his, praying that this action is enough for him to understand. it takes a moment for atsumu to react, he's unmoving against you, and once he realizes what's happening, he relaxes. his hands fly to your neck, resting one on either side as he kisses you back.

it's carnivorous. he kisses you like he's been deprived of you. you feel how badly atsumu's been wanting this, how long he's been waiting for this day. you can barely keep up with his hunger. it's hot enough to overpower the chill that comes with the rain beating down on both of you. you'd kiss him forever if you could, but your lungs are begging for air.

when you pull away, atsumu's eyes reveal that he's in a daze, a happy one, like he just came back from soaring through the clouds. his damp hair presses onto your forehead as you both catch your breaths.

he pulls back. atsumu wears a soft grin as he admires you, even though you probably look like a wet dog. one of his hands find their way up to your cheek. you look at him expectantly. "(y/n), i want all of ya. i want yer stubborn ass attitude and yer insults. i want ya to be the only person who can bring me back down to earth. i want yer smiles and all yer laughs. i want to continue lovin' ya." he professes with complete certainty. his flowery words make you beam so brightly that it makes your cheeks hurt.

"i'll give you all of that and more." you swear. "but miya, i need you to kiss me again."

"oh? it seems like i got myself a needy princess." atsumu smirks, but he's already leaning in.

"shut up."

"gladly." atsumu agrees, pressing his lips to yours, smiles on both your faces.

you catch the flu the day after, and so does atsumu. but man, it is so, so worth it.

[the-scythes-pen]

Just a Little More

Alhaitham x Reader with a surprise guest at the end

Smut; fingering, exhibitionism, squirting.

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"Unless you want Kaveh to see you like this," a deep, husky voice rung in your ear, "then I suggest you keep quiet."

You had to hold back a breathy gasp as you felt the tips of Alhaitham's lithe fingers push the fabric of your panties between your folds, teasing your entrance with the material and the pressure of his fingers as he drags his pads slowly up and down your hole. You could already tell you were soaking wet.

"Ugh, I'm always the one to clean up around here!!" You could hear Kaveh shout from the kitchen, "and why am I always the one to have to cook dinner!? Why can't you cook for once?!"

Alhaitham paid no mind to the nagging from his roommate; instead, his chin rested upon your shoulder as he pressed his chest into your back, an arm around your waist to hold you still as his fingers danced along your sex. You yourself could barely listen to Kaveh; both hyper aware of his presence yet too lost in the bliss of feeling the Scribe's touch. Your mind felt muddled, foggy; too lost in the fog of arousal to really focus on anything except Alhaitham.

His fingers were splayed across your folds, pressing into you despite the delicate touch of his middle finger barely ghosting over your clothed clit. The tip of it running slow, wide circles just around the edge of the bud, obviously trying to draw out your need.

"'Haitham... please..." You managed to whisper. What you were asking for, whether it was for him to just touch you already or whether you wanted him to stop- you weren't sure. All the Scribe responded with was a hum; one of satisfaction and one of encouragement, as if to say "go on, tell me what you want".

You could hear the banging of pots and pans along with more irritated grumbling coming from the kitchen. You squirmed in Alhaitham's hold, your hands clawing at his forearms as you tried to steady your breathing and your mind.

"Please... J-Just touch me already..." You mumbled, desperately, and Alhaitham let out an amused huff before you felt his lips connect with the side of your neck and his fingers remove themselves from your sex. You almost whined when you felt his hand remove itself from under the waistband of your pants.

"If you want more, you're going to have to do it my way." He said huskily; his other arm now releasing your waist only for both his hands to find the waistband of your pants, thumbs hooking into both it and your panties before attempting to drag them downward.

"W-Wait-! Kaveh-"

"He'll be a while. He needs to be constantly watching the pot to make sure it turns out well. You'll be fine... unless of course, you want him to see you like this."

You shifted, unsure of how to proceed until you heard the water running from the sink in the kitchen. Surely Alhaitham would be merciful and let you finish quickly... right?

You bit your lip, lifting your hips up so the Scribe could pull down your pants and underwear. Except he didn't stop at your thighs, or your knees... He kept going, and before you knew it you were helping him pull your clothes completely off; your slick sex now exposed to the warm air of the living room.

"J-Just be quick..." You mumbled, to which the Scribe let out another hum before he readjusted you in his lap, putting your legs overtop of his to spread you open.

If Kaveh were to walk in, he would get the most perfect view of your wet pussy.

Alhaitham's arm snaked around your waist again to pull you flush against him, while his other hand returned to it's rightful place over your sex. A single finger rubbed overtop of your labia, dragging oh-so-deliciously up and down your folds as if to tease you into begging him to just fuck you already.

You nearly jolted in his grasp when you felt the pad of his finger push into the top of your slit, slipping past your folds to press into the erected bud that begged for attention. He spread apart your folds with his index and ring fingers, while the very tip of his middle finger ghosted around your clit in circles.

"Where did you even put the onions?!" Kaveh shouted from the kitchen. You could hear the sound of a knife on wood; the rhythmic chopping of ingredients complimenting the sound of a sizzling pot.

"Where I usually put them." Alhaitham responded coolly, as if he didn't have you spread wide open for anyone to see as he touched you so lewdly. You had to stifle a moan as you suddenly felt him push his finger harshly into your clit, suddenly rubbing intense circles into the bud.

Damned bastard wanted you to moan. To alert Kaveh to your predicament.

"They aren't there-! Oh, nevermind..."

And just like that, the Scribe's touch was gentle again. His middle finger back to barely touching you; merely a whisper of a touch around your clit. You whined at the sudden loss of stimulation, but Alhaitham was quick to rectify that. His fingerpad pushed back the hood of your clit, gently rubbing horizontally across the even more sensitive area at the base of the bud. You squirmed in his hold again, feeling your pussy ache to be filled.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you? Not that I mind, I just didn't expect you to be this aroused just by me touching your clit." He said lowly into your ear, causing you to whine as he pushed his finger downwards to your entrance, collecting the slick that coated you before returning to the sensitive base of your clit.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you? Perhaps I should do this more often."

You couldn't help but continue to squirm, desperate for more stimulation then just the gentle touch of his finger. You wanted- needed more- so much more. Your hips bucked upward, causing Alhaitham to chuckle under his breath.

"You really are quite needy today, aren't you? Very well, I guess I can indulge you."

Suddenly his ring finger removed itself from the side of your cunt, joining his middle finger in rubbing over your entrance. Your breath halted as you anticipated the plunge of his fingers into your needy pussy.

"I know you're desperate, but try to keep quiet, would you?"

And just like that, his fingers were buried to the hilt between your walls. You could barely hold back your moan.

His fingers dragged themselves back out, the now slick pads running up your entrance and over your clit before pushing back downwards and back inside your cunt. He pushed them firmly against your upper wall, pushing them slowly deeper within you before dragging them back out again. This time, he didn't move to drag them over your clit, instead he pushed them back inside. Your cunt greedily sucked them in as if your life depended on it.

You could hear the sizzling and spitting of a boiling pot, and the muffled sound of Kaveh humming to himself as he cooked. Your walls clenched tighter around Alhaitham's fingers.

"I wonder what got you so worked up. Was it that I decided to take you here on the couch? Were you just that desperate for my attention? Or.... do you like the thought of Kaveh seeing you like this?"

Your eyes squeezed shut as your cunt betrayed your thoughts, squeezing around his fingers again at the thought.

"I wonder what he would say if he were to see you, his dear friend, spread open and being fingered like this..."

His fingers pushed faster into your messy cunt, now angling more upwards so he could repeatedly jab the tips into your g-spot. You let out a quiet moan as he progressively started to speed up.

"Do you think he would like to watch? Perhaps he'd even like to join? He hasn't brought home anyone since he moved in; I'm sure he's almost as desperate as you."

You couldn't help it- your mouth hung open as you let out strained gasps and moans. You tried to keep quiet, to keep your noises in check, but even if you managed to remain completely silent- the squelching of his thrusts into your wet pussy would have filled the quiet room regardless.

"Alhaitham-!" You whisper-shouted, "slower, it's too loud....!" Your fingernails dug into his forearms as your pussy clenched around him again.

"I don't see how that's my problem."

"Alhaitham-!" You let out a gasp, a loud one, as his pace sped up even more. The very top of his palm now laid flush against your clit, rubbing into it as he pounded into your spongy upper wall.

Fuck, he was going to make you cum hard. You could feel it building faster and faster with each passing second.

"When do you think (Y/N) will be here? Shouldn't they have arrived by now?" Kaveh shouted from the kitchen.

"Oh, I think they'll be cumming any minute now."

You would have scowled at the double entendre if you weren't so close; your body hanging on the very precipice of orgasm. You squirmed in Alhaitham's hold; you tried to keep your legs open despite how desperately they wanted to close, you tried to keep your desperate mewls in check lest Kaveh hear you, you tried-

Your ears perked up at the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. You gasped, now clawing at Alhaitham's arm for him to stop lest you be discovered, your legs desperately trying to close but being pushed even wider apart as the Scribe pushed his own legs apart.

You squirmed, the footsteps just outside the doorway now, but your bucking hips and desperately fluttering pussy gave away just how close you were; as if each step Kaveh took to getting closer to seeing you was pushing you over the edge.

Alhaitham's fingers sped up, his entire arm now moving with the force of every thrust. There was no doubt that Kaveh could hear the wet clicking of your pussy from where he was now.

"Cum."

It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order.

"Hey, what's that-"

You squeezed your eyes shut as they met the ruby hues of Kaveh's; throwing your head to the side to avoid his gaze as you came hard around Alhaitham's fingers. The hand he had around your waist swiftly moved up to grab your jaw and forcefully turn your head back towards Kaveh; and your eyes peeked open just enough to see the stupefied look on the architect's face as he watched you cum. As he watched you squirt; the force of Alhaitham's thrusts causing the fluid to gush out of you and soak into the fabric of the sofa below you.

Kaveh's face went beet red. His eyes were locked on the way your cunt greedily took Alhaitham's fingers.

You panted hard, your body covered in sweat as you started to come down from such an intense high. You shut your eyes again to avoid Kaveh's embarrassing stare.... as if you didn't enjoy the way he seemed mesmerized by your intense and messy orgasm.

Alhaitham clicked his tongue as his fingers slowed their pace; his grip on your jaw loosening before falling back down to it's place on your waist, your head rolling back to rest on his shoulder. He made sure to drag out your orgasm as long as he could before he pulled his fingers out, accompanied by a click of his tongue in disapproval.

"You made a mess. See?"

Despite your exhaustion, you peeked your eyes open to see the Scribe spreading his fingers apart infront of you; covered in slick and cream and connected by strands of fluids.

His fingers danced before your eyes right over Kaveh's face.

You could feel the burn of your cheeks as you shut your eyes; trying your best to steady your racing heart and regain your ragged breath.

"Well? Are you going to stand there, or are you going to come take a closer look?"

Your eyes shot open at Alhaitham's words, your head lifting somewhat to get a better look at his roommate. You could see him gulp, his gaze shifting off to the side of the room. He was flustered, for sure, but you couldn't help the way your eyes drifted downwards to hover over the bulge that was steadily growing within his pants.

"U-Unlike you, I-I'm a gentleman, and I will only-"

"Kaveh..." You mumbled, eyes locked onto him as he met your gaze. He gulped again. That seemed to be all the permission he needed before he walked over to you; that adorable blush on his cheeks only darkening as he dropped to his knees before you.

His ruby eyes met your half lidded gaze, his jaw tightening momentarily before he dove forward- his tongue making contact with your creamy entrance, causing you to jerk your hips in shock.

....you don't think you'll be eating that dinner that Kaveh was preparing tonight.

Not once did he break eye contact. And you could feel Alhaitham's hands move to force your knees ever-further apart.

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kofi / comms open

[seelestia]

Dunno why I felt compelled to do this, but-

Here's some dialogue I just thought up regarding that angsty af Zhongli oneshot that a certain someone requested (who could it be I wonder 👀👀)

The ones talking are Ganyu and the Reader.

"Do you regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"Your love."

"..."

"I regret not being born earlier."

"I regret not being a goddess."

"I regret not being the first."

"I regret not having the long straight hair he so misses."

"But most of all, I regret not being her."

"But you had no control over any of those! It's not your fault!"

"...That's exactly why it hurts."

We love angst 😩💅💅👍✨

- Ever so sadly yours, 👹✨ Jae (also hi Lia :D been a while since I been in your inbox huehue)

— 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

a continuation to do you love me? choose a decision at the end! only 1/2 endings available as of now.

summary: a cracked heart is like a cracked jar; it can only hold so much within before it shatters — what if you've come to terms that you cannot take the pain of the truth any longer? (1.2k+ words)

genre: angst, "loves you but not most" trope, lovers to ???? (open-ended / cliffhanger i'm sorry.) + read the alt text on the header for extra summary!

characters: ganyu, zhongli, guizhong (implied).

cw: descriptions of crying, one pet name.

thoughts: you came into my inbox after a while and you brought pain with you. i'm not particularly proud of this but here you go, i cannot be blamed for these buckets of tears any longer. (/j)

✰ main masterlist. // series masterlist.

The night was young in Liyue, the breeze was gentle as it swept across the lands — but oh, how you wished the wind could also blow the sadness in your heart.

Blurry sight, soaked cheeks, sheer and pure numbness. For how long had you been like this? Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like days. Whatever perception of time you had left just seemed to crumble to dust.

You couldn't help but wonder why? Ha, what irony when you knew very well why.

Wasn't it the truth that was relayed to you some time ago? Wasn't that why you decided to sneak away whilst your lover was sleeping, why you were crying in the company of a concerned friend, why you were here right now?

"I'm so sorry—" you choked out an apology to Ganyu through bated breath.

Your friend was out for a midnight stroll when she saw you and upon seeing how red your eyes were, she didn't leave your side out of worry ever since. You tried to reassure her that you'd be fine alone, really — but she looked so devastated, equally as sorrowful as you were like the very sadness in your heart was her own.

But you felt pathetic; so pathetic and so pitiful.

Nothing had been the same after that day, as much as you wished to deny it. Curiosity did kill the cat, after all; in your case, curiosity was what condemned your soul to a void of nothingness.

They said love was what filled a human's soul and if that were true, then you would be nothing but a shell of a soul. Zhongli gave you a love that you wished to cradle with your all forever — but he was never yours, never completely yours. Yet, how could you blame him? How could you ever blame him for experiencing a love so great he wasn't able to forget it?

"I'm not her. I could never be her," you finally forced the words out, clutching onto the railing of Liyue Harbor until a stinging pain greeted your hands. It had been the simplest conclusion, yet the hardest pill to swallow. A fate you couldn't change even if you wished you could so bad, someone unrivaled you could only imagine holding a candle to. Bitter and self-deprecating were the quiet laughter you let out at the realization.

Never was, never will.

"[Y/N], you don't have to apologize," was all Ganyu could afford to utter. She knew she should've said more, but the words escaped her barren mind; perhaps, it would be better to listen instead of saying something that could make matters worse. You could tell that Ganyu was disappointed in herself for not being able to provide you with profound wisdom or the right words of comfort.

Truthfully, you couldn't help but feel terrible for putting her in this situation, for possibly ruining her night with your mood. But when the Adeptus placed her hand on the crook of your elbow as a physical reminder that she was here for you, you smiled. Then, you turned your head towards the ocean and closed your eyes.

Finally, the pain of crying finally caught up to you, hoping that the blowing night breeze could somewhat soothe the stinging dryness and heavy bags underneath your eyes. As you did so, in the corner of your mind, a single thought passed by and you caught it by its tail.

Was it a thought meant to be voiced or buried? Either way, you brought it to life and wondered out loud.

"...Would it be better if I broke things off instead?"

Your question seemed to take Ganyu by complete surprise.

You knew why so; before your relationship with Zhongli came to be, Ganyu was one of the listening ears to your constant rambles about him. How much you admired him, how flustered you were when he smiled at you, or how you felt like you could float to the skies whenever he spared you a single glance. You recalled the surprised look on Ganyu's face when you first told her about your feelings for her Lord, but she was supportive towards your endeavor.

Now, here was where both of you stood. Oh, how time flew.

"Do you remember when he accepted my confession?" Even with your eyes closed, you could almost feel Ganyu nodding at your words. You were the same, you felt as if you could recall it like it had only been yesterday too. "I was so happy I felt like I could float to the clouds and never return. The man of my dreams is finally mine! I thought," you laughed, but there was no hint of mirth evident in your tone.

"What was it like? Being loved by him?" That sort of question sounded foreign to Ganyu but still, she asked, a willingness on her part to indulge in your nostalgia.

"Warm like having someone wrap a blanket around you and comforting like feeling the steam from a cup with your favorite tea on your face after a long day," you hummed. If loving Zhongli and being loved by him were a feeling, it would've been one that you'd never let go of... but you knew this feeling was no longer the same after the truth.

"I am not his greatest love, yet he is mine," it was something you stated solemnly, having come to terms with that fact yet not being able to fully withstand the ache that came with it yet.

When you continued, your voice broke and you frowned, "Why does it have to hurt so much? I want to stay with him, I want to pretend I didn't hear anything that day, I want to go back to the time where I knew nothing about her — but I couldn't."

The corner of your eyes began to sting once more, welling up with tears at a possibility of euphoria which you could never go to. "If only I could, then I wouldn't spend all my nights awake, wondering why I wasn't her or thinking of ways I could somehow be better than her in his eyes. If I could, I'd be sleeping happily in his arms right now and... I wouldn't feel this pain anymore."

There was no stopping the waterfall running down your cheeks now and you could feel that stinging pain again as a result. "But that's a fantasy," you breathed out. You were just so tired and your knees were beginning to feel weak — but still, you looked at Ganyu through your blurred vision.

"...What should I do? Should I save myself or dwell in blissful ignorance?" You whispered with a smile that was unbefitting of your melancholic question. Ganyu hesitated but before she could formulate an answer, a familiar spoke from behind the two of you.

"...My love," a voice that was all too familiar and a nickname that caused all that was going on in your brain to halt.

You froze, veins running cold.

"R-Rex Lapis?"

Ganyu's shocked yelp confirmed it all.

There Zhongli was, standing there. A few strands of his hair looked amiss as if licked by the wind from a fast-paced trip, as if he had just gone places, as if he just went everywhere searching after waking up with you nowhere to be found in his arms. Maybe, that was exactly what he did.

His amber eyes were downcast and the way he was standing so fixedly instead of looking like he had just arrived instantly made your heart clench — because that could only mean one thing.

He heard everything.

.

.

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[ WHAT IS YOUR NEXT DECISION? ]

↪ Stay quiet and dwell on your thoughts of breaking up with Zhongli.

↪ Wipe away your tears and put on a smile as if Zhongli didn't hear anything. — COMING SOON!

─ ⊹ ⊱ ・・・・・・☆・・・・・・・⊰ ⊹ ─

© SEELESTIA, jan 2023. do not repost, plagiarize, translate nor claim as your own.

[siri-ike]

Danny's Phanclub

From this prompt

On december 9th, 7 people who were not busy that afternoon gathered in a dimly lit garage on the request of one person.

Angie (15) head of the Danny Phan club's theories division: You're probably all wondering why I asked you here today.

Su-Jin (19) in charge of keeping the websites updated: Yeah, the urgent message with no explanation was kinda jarring.

Jónatan (16) event organizer: couldn't have given a little heads up?

Carmelo (14) treasurer: And I don't believe we needed this many snacks.

Rowan (17) President of the Phanclub: Let's hear her out.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed above them.

Harriet (17) made matching t-shirts: Got the power back on. What are we talking about?

Angie: I'm sure you've all heard that Danny Phantom somehow managed to freeze that giant plant ghost last week?

S,J,C,R,H,D:*murmurs of agreement*

A: And everyone knows ghost poweres are based on how one dies. As was proven last year with that ghost who was perpetually soaking wet and kept spiting up water

She turns dramatically away from the pool conference table.

A: Before now, he could just do the same things as all other ghosts. Invisibility, intangibility, flying. Plus, those blasts, which are probably just concentrated ectoplasm.

She drags in a large corkboard and looks at the others when she flops it around. Revealing newspaper clippings of Danny using each of his powers, a grave yard, some mountains, and... ski resort pamphlets?

A: Now. Let's look at the evidence.

1. The snow. That came out of nowhere, right? - Wrong. Before the Christian version of Hell, there was the Norse Hel. It was where everyone whet when they died, provided they didn't die in battle. It was thought to be a vast wasteland covered in ice where you could spend eternity with those who were with you when you died.

2. His appearance. He wears a onesie. There are a few reasons one might wear a onesie. The main reason being, you don't want something getting into your clothes. For example, bees. But he has nothing to do with bees. It would have to be something else, something he is connected to... like snow. Like his hair. *pause for effect* it's snow white. The chances of someone being born with white hair is less than 0.001% or one in 17 to 20 thousand. It can also be caused by a deficiency in vitamin B12 or pituitary or thyroid issues. You can all refer to the group chat for articles on those.

*Angie knows no one ever reads her sorces, but damn it, she did her research, and she's gonna site it.*

Jónatan: When did you have time for this? School only finished yesterday.

A: What I think is more likely is that his haircolor changed post-mortem. But why white?

*pause*

A: I think he froze to death.

The room went silent. It had crossed each of their minds, but no one had wanted to say it. Enter Angie 'can't read the room to save her life' Sage.

A: Considering the multiple ski resorts in Illinois supporting the theory and how much more aggressive he is in December, probably due to the anniversary of his death. It could also explain why no other ghosts show up in December. Either they're too scared of him or they're giving him space. He has seemed to be somewhat chumy with some of the other ghosts, despite their combative relationship-

Rowan: Angie, stop.

Quiet.

She looks around the room. Four people are looking down, seemingly avoiding eye contact, and two look at her. Rowan, looks right at her with stern yet sympathetic eyes.

R: Everyone take five. We'll pick it up from here. Angie, a word.

Oh great, she must've offended someone. If only she could remember to look at the faces. Shurely, there must be some signs she could look out for.

R: I know you like theories, Angie. But can you tone it down? You're talking about someone's death. That's not the sort of thing most people are comfortable with.

They're one of the most patient people she's ever met, but sometimes even Rowan doesn't quite make sense.

A: But... he's a ghost. We all know he died.

R: We do. But, I think this whole conversation could be easier if you remove the "post mortem" and the "to death" parts of your presentation.

A: I guess I could change the wording a bit. Leave out the more gruesome parts. But I need someone to hear those out, a second set of ears to make sure I didn't miss anything.

Rowan looks to the corner of the room, where a 12 year old girl sits on a barstool with a wide-eyed grin ear to ear. She nods as though knowing exactly what they want.

R: Dani can hear you out on those.

Dani (12 (real age 1)) a gremlin, somehow always has time for this: I look forward to working with you.

~~~~~~~~

Angie's articles

Premature gray/white hair

One in 17-20,000

BTW I'm not gonna continue this.

Guess I'm continuing this.

[gothic-aesthetic-gal]

Old Scars (Part 8)

Ledger!joker x reader

Fem!reader is kidnapped by the joker and his henchmen while just trying to get a moment's reprieve from her boring, soul-destroying job ✨️

Tw: I mean, we all saw TDK, right? I'd say this is on the same level/rating. Kidnapping, violence, mentions of minor characters (not J) being misogynist/threatening SA, reference to past traumatic injury. Some slightly blurred lines in this one re:touching without consent and threat of violence. Beyond this i'm not sure, i'll update these when I write more.

Part 8 -

I began to open the drums and inspect their contents. One of the dryers had recently finished its cycle and quickly looking around, seeing no cameras, I dragged the clothes out. Rifling through them I pulled out a gray gym sweater. Looking down at the dishevelled wreck of the man before me, I felt a strange mixture of emotion. I didn't know exactly why I was doing anything to help him. It made no logical sense. Soon I stopped trying to unpick the threads.

"You should put this on... if we don't clean you up, even in this neighbourhood, you'll stop traffic," I muttered, handing him the warm sweater.

I slipped out of his coat and inspected my own t-shirt. It was covered in his blood and dirt from the alleyway, and soaking wet from the rain. I found something clean to replace it with and hurriedly peeled it off.

I caught his gaze fixed on my body for a moment out of the corner of my eye but ignored it, stuffing the baggy black sabbath t-shirt over my head. Once that was done, I turned back to him.

"What's the hold up?" I asked getting rapidly to the end of my rope.

"My shoulder..."

I frowned in confusion.

"It's dislocated, you need to put it back," he clarified.

"I can't do that! Do I look like a nurse?" I scoffed.

"You have to," he said flatly grabbing onto me with his usable arm.

I wondered what would have happened if I had grabbed the injured one back in the alley...

"I'll try," I conceded.

He placed one of my hands on the top of his shoulder, and the other at his wrist.

"Push down here, and pull... gently," he grimaced.

I felt sick as I slowly increased the downward pressure via my grip on his wrist. Just as I was about to give up, I felt his whole arm shift. His face twisted and then relaxed as it popped back into the socket and he let out a strange kind of groan. After a moment's pause he tentatively started to move it around, testing it out. Then he began trying to undo his shirt but was evidently still struggling with his injured arm and we didn't have time to waste, so I moved his hands out of the way and frantically undid all the buttons myself. The familiar smirk returned to his face as I did it and began to tug the shirt away from his body.

"If you're that desperate to get my clothes off, you could have just asked me, doll," he grinned.

I rolled my eyes disdainfully and helped him slip his suspenders off both shoulders to hang loose. Trying not to hurt him more than necessary, I helped him get a t-shirt and the sweater on, before pulling the suspenders back up over the top of it all.

One of his eyes was rapidly swelling shut, and his face was a total mess. The rain, blood, and facepaint had turned his features into even more garish nightmare fuel than usual. I sighed, trying to think what the next move should be as I put his coat back on myself.

"We can't stay here, the store owner will be back soon..." I said, matter-of-factly, as I approached the empty desk.

I found a roll of blue paper towel and brought it back to our temporary hiding spot, using it to dab at his face.

I guessed from his silent complicity that he was in a lot of pain, even if he was determined not to show it. The rain water in our hair helped as I continued to frantically wipe away our makeup and his blood. I couldn't get all of the black greasepaint off around his bad eye, and his nose was still bleeding, though much more slowly now.

"That will have to do, people will probably just assume we're junkies and cross the street anyhow," I said tossing all the paper in the trash can and the clothes back into the dryer.

I stuffed my hands into the pockets of the heavy coat as we slipped back out into the shadowy street. The rain had thankfully eased off to a fine drizzle as we continued down the street to the corner store. It felt incredibly surreal to be not only wearing J's coat but be carrying a stolen police officer's handgun as I entered the store. I had asked my strange companion to stay hidden around the corner, and was a little suspicious when he seemed to agree to this without any argument.

Wasting no time, I dug out the wad of cash i'd found in the right inner pocket, wound up with a rubber band. I didn't know how much was there, but I could be fairly sure it was mob money. There was something funny about spending what little of their cash reserves remained since J had started to steal from them and destroy the dirty cash. I grabbed a bottle of whisky, a bag of frozen peas, a roll of electrical tape, a pair of cheap plastic sunglasses, and pack of cigarettes.

The guy behind the cash register looked me up and down suspiciously until I slapped a hundred dollar bill on the counter.

"Don't ask questions, Raj," I said firmly.

His eyes widened a little as he hurriedly rang me up.

I grabbed a couple of packets of chewing gum and a candy bar from the boxes next to us for good measure.

"Keep the change," I said finally, gathering up my spoils, tossing them into a stray carboard box nearby and calmly exiting the store.

Finding J leaning against the brick wall at the side of the building, I unscrewed the whisky bottle, taking a swig myself and then handing it over so that he could do the same before I put it back into the box. The burning heat of the alcohol was oddly pleasant in the cold night air and I knew for now it would help a little with the pain.

Next, I slapped the bag of frozen peas into his hand.

"Hold that on your eye".

Slowly, he did what I told him to, looking at me with an unreadable expression.

"You know, I've always hated peas," he muttered.

I laughed a little.

"Well i'm not telling you to eat them, am I?"

The faintest hint of a smile flashed across his face.

I pulled out the cigarettes and placed one in his mouth for him, since his good arm was occupied. Withdrawing the lighter I lit it up and he took a long drag. After a while I took it back.

"You don't smoke?" He asked, watching as I held the lit cigarette for him but didn't put it to my own lips.

"No," I shook my head.

"An expensive habit," he said flatly.

I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere.

"As much as I hate their guts, I hope the cops made it out of there... I'm sorry about your apartment though," I sighed, the events of the day finally starting to catch up to me.

"Don't be sorry about that, that'd be a wasted emotion. I have other bolt-holes scattered around," he said, blowing smoke into the cold air.

"I know but I did just literally set fire to your apartment," I said, slightly disbelieving of the words as they left my own mouth.

He chuckled.

"I always did like fireworks."

I said nothing, feeling again like I was in some kind of strange dream that I kept expecting to wake up from at any moment.

"You're turning out to be a little pyromaniac - and a sharpshooter. In fact... you make an excellent criminal,"

He grinned, before bending down to take the cigarette into his mouth again.

"Don't get too excited, I'm not about to go and blow up city hall. It was just to get us out of there." I said, refusing to rise to his obvious bait.

"And here, I thought you hated me, but it's not eveyday you find a girl who will set fire to a bunch of cops for you," he said with a grin.

"Alright, well, now I wish i'd just set fire to the whole lot of you," I snapped, deliberately slapping his sore arm.

He flinched and laughed at me as I took the cigarette back and stubbed it out.

I sighed, not knowing myself why i'd done what I had. Sometimes it was better not to try and perform a post-mortem on all my feelings, it was an exhausting thing to do instinctually all the time.

We continued on down the next few streets, me with the box under one arm, him stumbling along with the peas still clutched to one side of his face. Suddenly we came across a dingy looking doorway, with two guys leaving. They were carrying a large cage between them with a piece of carpet thrown over the top, disguising the animal that was inside. Behind them was a third man, with a particularly vicious looking pitbull on a metal chain. The dog was muzzled and had all kinds of old injuries.

I realised that it must have been put through the underground dog fights and gestured for J to stop walking for a moment until they passed by. Retracing our last few steps I caught the closing door before it latched and peered into the hallway they'd come out of. There was a faded sign by the intercom panel outside that read:

V. Green

Vetrinary Surgeon

I beckoned J over and slipped in through the unlatched door. As we made our way down the dark hallway, stepping over piles of old mail which had never been redirected, we reached a small green painted room. It had three chairs in it and one of the panels of the drop ceiling was missing. There was some kind of air conditioning unit rattling away and the vinyl floor was peeling up in the corner. There was also a little podium, or sort of desk area, which I guessed was in place of a reception set-up. I dinged the little brass bell a couple of times and waited for a response.

I heard the door unlatch and a short, balding, middle aged man with large round glasses poked his head out into the waiting room.

"Can I help you?" He asked in a tone which really communicated more that he expected us to get lost as soon as possible.

"Uh, yes. I have, er, a dog that needs urgent medical attention," I said hurriedly.

"No, no. No walk-ins. Appointments only," he said, emerging to try and walk us out.

J looked at me as if to say 'really?' But I ignored his obvious disdain for my plan, darting between Mr Green and the exit to the hall.

"Ah yes, well, I know it's inconvenient us dropping in here without ringing ahead but you see, it's really an emergency," I lifted my sweater to flash the handgun I had stashed in my waistband.

His eyes widened as he understood my meaning.

"I'll pay you well, but I really could use your help right away," I added, withdrawing the gun and motioning for him to lead us into his surgery.

He backed in slowly, looking very apprehensive and once we were all inside, J closed the door behind us.

"Now, I know you deal with dogs that have been in some terrible fights," I began pointedly, letting him know I'd worked out that he was used to shady, off-record interactions.

"You're part of... the families, I deal with?" He asked hopefully.

I shook my head.

"No. No relation."

"Okay," he said, looking very uncomfortable, "then what kind of dog is it?"

"Oh," I said, turning to look J up and down, "a dangerous one".

"Does it bite?" Asked the Vet, pointing towards a muzzle hanging on the wall.

I failed not to laugh a little.

"Oh, I wouldn't put it past him but I don't think you'll need that."

Mr Green looked confused.

I used the gun to motion for J to take a seat on the metal exam table. He looked extremely unamused but did it anyway. Mr Green's eyes got even wider.

"Is there a problem?" I asked, losing patience.

"Well, I'm not... I haven't dealt with this breed before," he stammered.

"I'm sure you'll have some transferable skills," I pushed back.

J was staring directly at me as though he was imagining flaying me alive in vivid detail. I tried not to let it get to me.

"His shoulder got dislocated, I think it's back in place but can you check?"

Mr Green shakily gestured for him to remove his sweater and t-shirt and tested the range of motion of his arms, squeezing the joints. I found myself strangely fixated on J's shirtless form, spotting more than one scar from much older wounds. I wondered for a moment if he'd got them at the same time as the ones on his face, but resigned myself to never asking. He was fairly lean but with a surprisingly athletic frame. I watched closely as his arm and shoulder muscles moved and flexed with the vet's guided movements of them.

"It's back in but I think it needs a sling, it will be sore for a while yet" he said, bringing out the necessary bandages to make one.

Before he could focus on that though, he noticed something else on his exposed back.

"This will need dealing with first; it's is pretty bad."

"What is?"

I moved round to see.

There was a fairly deep cut over one of his shoulder blades and a series of smaller cuts and grazes all over his back.

"Jesus, did you go through a window?" Muttered the vet.

"Glass coffee table," I answered flatly, knowing J was not going to.

He set to cleansing the wounds and even had to pull some remaining shards of glass from the biggest one. In addition to all the cuts his body was rapidly turning black and blue all over. I felt vindicated for bringing him here even if he hated me for it - it wasn't exactly like he could walk in to a hospital.

Once they were cleaned up, the vet injected a local anasthetic and began to stitch him back together. As he tied it off and cut the thread, he nervously addressed us.

"It's hardly my neatest work, and I'm not trained how to make it neater than is functionally necessary for animals..."

"What do you mean?" I asked frowning.

"I mean, it's definitely going to leave a noticeable scar, I'm sorry," he looked terrified as he broke the news.

J looked back over his shoulder to the vet, as did I. Then our eyes met each others' and we couldn't help but laugh at the stupidity of what he'd said.

Mr Green looked deepy unnerved by both of us erupting into fits of giggles, so I felt the need to explain, since he was clearly missing the obvious.

"I think we're already screwed in that department doc, so I wouldn't worry yourself," I said, gesturing to my face.

He suddenly looked mortified as it dawned on him but I quickly shrugged it off and we helped put the t-shirt and sweater back on J's torso.

Mr Green hurriedly strung his arm up in the sling as J casually hummed some unintelligible tune to himself as though he wasn't in major pain.

"Is that everything you needed me to look over?"

I glanced down at J's fingers, recalling how hard the tall cop had stomped on them.

"Has he got any broken fingers on the bad side?"

One X-ray later and it became clear that there was a clean break in his pinky finger, and another hairline fracture in the ring finger. He taped them with a splint in so that they could heal properly. Anxious to be done with the whole interaction, Mr Green suggested he didn't require payment if we just left without any trouble, but I still laid down 300 dollars on the table as we made our way back out into the hall.

As soon as we were back out in the street I heard the door close and the click of several locks from inside.

There we stood, just the two of us in an empty street. It felt as though this neighbourhood was the last stop at the end of the world - with so few signs of life. There were only the handful of flickering neon signs, surrounded by so much decay. I took the sunglasses out of my box and put them on.

"What now?" I asked, finally cutting through the heavy silence.

He looked down at me with a hum of indecision.

"We can go to one of the other places I use to lay low, but soon I will have some social calls to make."

His face was possibly the darkest I'd ever seen it look, even without his makeup, and suddenly I realised what he really meant by that. At least one of his men had tried to sell him down the river. There was something so - final - about his expression, unwavering conviction and rage bubbling up, just boiling away like the brewing of an oncoming storm. He looked gravely serious. The one, or ones, who had betrayed him were dead men walking; there was no doubt about it. I shuddered a little, and wondered if I had made the wrong choice by running with him. None of this could end well...

It was as though I was beginning to break out of the strange fever dream I had been locked in. I began to think that I should run. Now was my best chance, why go to a new location with him? He was already sucking me down into his bloodstained world of criminality. I could get off at this stop and save myself. The thinness of this little reprieve struck me to my core; it was now or never. Time to jump ship.

"You're suddenly awfully quiet," he said, slowly and deliberately accentuating the final 't' sound.

My eyes darted around as though there might be someone to intervene. How could I have been so stupid as to help him?

He grasped my upper arm with his uninjured one and backed me into the rusty shutter of an abandoned storefront which was covered in a riot of faded graffiti. I began to panic.

"You weren't thinking of running away somewhere, were you?"

I shook my head pleadingly, struggling to find any convincing words. He pulled the sunglasses away from my face, folding them up and stuffing them into the box, which he also pulled out of my grasp, setting it on the windowsill beside us. I was still trapped against the shutter.

"Espescially not in my coat," he continued, grasping my arm painfully tightly again, the dark fire finding its way back into his eyes.

Even without the makeup, the look he gave me still ran a chill through my body.

"No, I mean, I thought about it - but I won't!" I said desperately, hoping that a shred of honesty was better than an obvious lie.

He was silent for a moment, leaning in agonisingly close. So close, I could feel his damp hair and his cheek brush against mine as he whispered in my ear.

"Good, because after everything you've done for me, I'd hate to have to kill you."

As terrified as I was, some tiny part of me felt... excited to have him so very close to me. Some deeper, darker part of me wanted him closer still, crushingly close.

It was as though he sensed this, despite my shame and inner struggle to bury the feeling, refusing to admit it even to myself if I could help it. He drew back and his eyes roamed over my face, falling to my neckline. He tugged the neck of the t-shirt down to expose the bruises his hand had left. I looked up at the dark sky above us, unable to look him in the eye.

He pressed his body up against mine and my breath caught in my throat as I felt his lips brush against my ear again. His breath was burning hot against my ice cold skin.

"I left quite a mark on you," he said with an air of sadistic satisfaction.

"And I nearly broke your nose for it, do you really want to start down that road again?" I shot back, suddenly finding my lost voice.

"There's that fire, I like that," he purred, sliding his hand from my neck, down my sternum, all the way down to the waistband of my pants. I felt dizzy at his touch but my brain was screaming at me to stop this car crash.

Before I could move to push him off me, he withdrew suddenly.

"I'll keep hold of this," he announced, holding up the handgun that he'd just taken from me.

I glared at him in anger as he grinned back at me. It seemed we were going to be locked in this insane tango for a while longer. It felt like I was dancing with the devil himself.

Link below for the other chapters:

Dividers by @strangergraphics

[renren-006]

Bruises | JJ x fem reader

plot: jj and the hot tub scene, exept you were there for him

warning: mentions of violence, bruises, fluff

a/n: i had an idea pop into my head today so here it is!

taglist: @rosecentury

When JJ set up the hot tub at John B’s and we all showed back up, you knew something was wrong. You had been with JJ for a while now and you knew the signs of when he had a beating from his father. He turned to trunking and bad decisions when it happened. He never cheated on you, that was never a bad decision he made but he made other bad ones instead.  

He was drunk with the hot tub on like there was a party happening. Kei and Pope were upset at him for buying this instead of anything else to help them out. Once he stood, showing the bruises on his ribs, the giant red and purple markings, everyone stopped yelling.  “JJ” you said, walking closer. He was freaking out.

“I got this for my family” he said, throwing his hands and his drink around. The others didn't know what to do. Kie was worried, scared shitless by the bruises. You closed the gap between you and the hot tub, stepping into it with your skirt and clothes still on. 

“What are you..” JJ said, moving back, not fast enough before you pulled him in, soaking your clothes in the stream jets. He broke at the contact with you, tears started falling.

“It's okay baby” you told him, holding him close. You could hear Kei and Pope walking away to give us privacy.  “Its okay”

“He…” JJ started. “Y/N I dont know what to do” 

“Well figure it out together” you told him, pulling away and holding his face in your hands. “All of this”

“Okay…Okay” JJ said, becoming more and more relaxed in your hold. You were soaking wet and JJ’s body was glued to you. You would stand here for however long he needed you to be. 

The next few days JJ never talked about what happened, never mentioned it around the others. Kiara was worried for him. 

“I'm just worried,” She told you.

“I wish I could say something that would help that Kie, but he hasn't said much” you told her. She nodded her head, and hugged you goodbye before her and Pope left. John B was out by the doc with Sarah. JJ was on the couch.

“J?” You asked, he lifted his head up to look at you. “I just want to make sure your okay”

“Of course I am,” hensaid standing, “Why would you think I wouldn't be?”

“Because of that night? J you worried the shit out of me”

“Oh…right” he said, lost. You rushed towards him, holding his hands in yours. His eyes trailed your hands. He always loved physical touch but when he gets like this, it was hard for him to know what he wanted. “All i want to know is that those bruises are healed” you said, “I won't ask what happened, just tell me your body isn't still…” He pulled his hands from your grip. JJ lifted his shirt to show you the now faded and hardly there bruises. You smiled as you traced them.  

“Good” You said, “Next time this happens…I want you to come to me immediately okay?” JJ looked at you, worry flashed over his eyes. “I wont judge, I just want to be there for you”

“Okay Y/N. I promise” JJ said, holding you close, “I'll come to you more”

“Thank you,” you told him.

[thecameronchronicles]

Sprinkler

TW: smut. Overstimulation. Language. Praise kink. 

SUMMARY: JJ pushed your limits after your have one too many attitudes. 

WORD COUNT: 1500

REQUESTED

can you do jj maybank smut where the reader squirts a lot 

hii can i req rafe/or drew or jj/or rudy lecturing you for something you did and reader rolling their eyes at them and them being punished

Sprinkler

"Oh my God!" You gasped to the coming orgasm you felt a bit guilty you didn't deserve. The roll of JJ's thumb over your clit along with the pistoning of two fingers embedded with a come hither motion already had you on the cusp embarrassingly quickly. 

"You sound so good princess..." He covered your moans to explain. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?" 

You nodded, your head at a rest against his shoulder as he smirked against you. A soft kiss to your skin brought the feeling of his dimple to your cheek. Your skin heated with the visual of how they emerged in that look of pleasure just before he would come. Your bottom lip became prisoner behind his palm at the thought alone. 

"Come for me, sweetheart. Soak my hand and ruin these sheets for me..."

"Oh God!"

"Nobody can hear you but me...and I don't want you holding back...you're doing so good..." He replaced his thumb with his palm, deepening his fingers. 

"I shouldn't let you come." You quickly took his wrist in your hand as he chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not that mean...you'll get to come..." You relaxed. 

"But we've gotta do something about that attitude cupcake....so I'm gonna let you come..." His breath was hard against your ear. "But you're gonna wish I hadn't." With that he pulsed those fingers as another hand came to your breast. Your suit no longer holding a purpose as he pinched your nipple.

"Yeah, I know what my girl needs..." You groaned. "My little brat gonna come for me or do you need me to spank it out of you?" You clenched at the thought. 

"Dirty girl." He quickened. 

"Oh my God! JJ!" You whimpered while he grinned sharply. 

"Ooooh...good girl..." You rolled against his hand. "Come for me, beautiful...it's the only time you're gonna be able to enjoy it..." His vague threats only worsened your coming orgasm that came through you hard. 

"Yes!" He scoffed. "Oh fuck yes..." He pinned your ankles against the side of the bed as his toes balanced on the metal edge. 

"JJ..." You warned as his fingers moved even faster. His arm wrapped you hard against him as you whimpered and groaned. "I came, I'm sensitive..."

He only ignored you, holding you harder against him. 

"I can feel you're still desperate for my fingers..." You nodded. "Is that why you're such a brat? Need to come more than once?" 

"Right now, I do...but...it's...shit!" He added a third finger, fucking you hard into his own palm. "JJ!" 

"That's it baby, feel it for me...every little bend-"

"Ohhhh! JJ!!!"

Suddenly a cold void. As you turned to face him, he replaced his fingers. Only now. They were slow again. Your high diminished and forced to start again. Once again, he was intense and deep. 

"Get close for me baby...let me feel you wrap around my fingers so I know what my cock has to look forward to..." You moaned at the thought. You needed the fulfillment his dick offered. God, you pulsed at the thought. 

"I need you inside me!"

He considered it for a moment before you arched against him. 

"Feel how close you are princess?"

"I'm so close, J! Oh yes..." Again, he denied your orgasm. 

"JJ! I need to come!" He groaned at the whine. 

"And I need you to stop acting like a spoiled little girl every time you don't get your way. Since I can't tell you now, I need other...methods...."

"Edging me?!"

"If that's what it takes...now shut those pretty lips baby or I'm gonna have to make you choke on something to keep you quiet." You moaned unabashed to the air as the bed creaked beneath your brutal thrusts against his hand. 

"Oh shit..."

"That's so good! Right there!" He growled against you. 

"There, princess? Right there?" He moaned into your ear. 

"Yes! JJ! Fuck!" But again, he retreated. This time, leaving your legs wide without any stimulation. 

"I'm sorry! Just please let me come!"

"I want to, I do...but you keep saying you'll stop and you keep acting that way...so..." Suddenly you were over his lap, his fingers into you from behind as his other hand wrapped in your hair. 

"Those moans are making me rock solid, princess...show me how sorry you-" you took him before he could continue his condition. 

"Fuck....yeah...." You began messy, drool and moans by the load as you impaled him into your throat as his fingers worked your sensitive sex. 

"You know you're dripping, cupcake?" He drew a line between your thighs. "if you behaved, id have my head between your thighs cleaning you up-'

"I'll be good! I promise J!"

"You said that last time...even when I let you come-" he hissed as you returned to his shaft, taking him deeply and making slow suctions of his head until he began to thrust into your throat. 

"Fuck!" He held you down with one hand as the either fucked your pussy. 

"Ooh yeah...you want it?" 

"Please!" You begged behind his crown. 

"One more baby...one more little tease..." You groaned as he planted devious pistoning that made you moan around his shaft. 

"You're gonna swallow every last drop if you make me come before you do...I don't care how much you're crying..." You nodded, working your hand at his balls as he tore you off of the bed until you stood before him. He kicked apart your ankles and fucked you with his fingers. 

"Come right now! Now!" You struggled to stand before the build came as a sudden cascade of ecstasy. Spilling and spilling until you soaked down your thighs. 

"Oh shit..." He picked up his fingers to his mouth as you stood in embarrassment. 

"Sweetheart...you just fucking squirted for me..."

"Oh my God!" 

"This time, you do that on my dick-" before you could counter him, he had you bobbing over him and taking him to depths that had you dying out in pain. He held your hands behind your back with one hand as you came normally, his desperate thrusts unable to pause long enough as you sounded too good to him. He turned you away from him. Thrust and withdrawal. Pulling your hair. Smacking your ass. Thrust and withdrawal. Fingering your soaked core and even teasing your ass, licking the distance of your clit from behind, and edging you every way he could. 

"Let me see it...yes...yes princess...just like that!" You fisted the sheets as he opened you wide to watch the cascade. Even as you begged, your body wanted everything he pulled. 

"Ride my tongue princess...you're doing so good..." He angled you both to be comfortable during this. 

"Ride. It." He ordered as you rode against his tongue while he watched you in awe. 

"Play with your nipples..." He widened your thighs to speak. You leaned forward, one palm to the wall as the other twisted and fondled your breast like he would. A teasing bite to your clit sent you convulsing as his hands clamped down at your thighs. Widening you to deepen his tongue. 

"I'm gonna do it! Oh fuuuuck!' Another intense pressure sent you costing him. "Oh!" You gasped as he licked you clean. 

"Keep fucking coming baby..." He sent you to your side this time , your leg pulled it a bend as he tormented your clit. When you tightened, he withdrew. 

"Oh princess..."

"I can't do it..." You were spent. 

"You can. You're so good...so fucking good..." He thrusted again, this time, his cock fully embedded to the hilt. 

"I promise it's the last...but this time, you squirt on my dick..."

You moaned as he gripped.your hips. 

"Give me every last fucking drop, baby...oh it's so sexy to feel you lose yourself for a pogue..." He smacked your ass. "Think I'm gonna make you squirt in every little bikini and have you drip down your thighs at every party...you want that?"

"Yes! Please!"

"Oh baby...one more...just one more...you're so close...so-"

"Fuck baby, it's coming!"

"Yeah?" He withdrew as you shrieked before he turned you to face him. You wrapped your legs around his waist. 

"I wanna see your face when you coat my cock...so drown it, princess...it's yours..." You bounced with little help into the oblivion of that final release. Your body numb and exhilarated to the heights promised beneath overstimulation. 

"There it is...let go...let go for me!"

"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!"

"Fuck! Yes!" He gripped hard while following through to his own orgasm. 

"You gonna behave now?" He asked as you collapsed on his chest. 

"Probably not."

"Good...because that's too hot not to not do again..." 

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Jude and the Loving Kiss

inexperienced kiss xxx event

love how thats the title. as usual sorry it’s not perfect and if there’s anything wrong🙇‍♀️

(Wah, a beautiful flower garden…!)

(But why are we in a place like this…?)

(I don't know but... This place is so wonderful, it would be nice if I could stay here forever…)

A pleasant breeze fiddled with my hair and the scent of sweet flowers filled my heart with happiness.

At that moment, someone’s voice could be heard.

???: Tch… You, you're not just going to drop dead here without paying me back.

Kate: That voice, Jude…?

(Anyhow, I owe Jude a debt!)

Kate: 一Ugh! Ha, ha….!

A change from the beautiful scenery.

As soon as I regained consciousness, I spit out a large amount of water.

Ellis: Are you okay Kate?

Ellis pats my back as I groan. I exhaled water in response and finally calmed down to breathe.

Kate: … Thank you very much.

Ellis: I was really surprised. Kate was drowning in the river.

Kate: I was drowning…?

(Could it be, that flower garden I saw was the afterlife…)

(If it weren't for Jude's voice, I'd still be there一)

Trembling at just the mere thought of it, I grasped my own body with both arms.

Jude: Ha… Isn’t the season too cold for swimming?

Kate: I-I wasn’t swimming. Yes… I think there was a child drowning in the river and I tried to help... The child… !?

Ellis: The child was soaking wet but will be okay. Just to be safe, the child went to the doctor.

Kate: Is that so, that’s a relief… Um, Ellis was the one who saved me right?

Ellis: Nope, I was too far away to make it…

Ellis: Jude carried you back to the river shore, and breathed into you. ***(he didn’t directly mention CPR)

Kate: Jude………..

After I calmed down, I finally noticed that Jude's clothes were wet.

Apparently, he went into the river in such cold weather to save me.

Jude: Unfortunately, it wasn’t a prince that woke the princess up from her slumber. Such a pity it was a wizard.

Kate: It’s not a pity. Thank you so much for saving me!

Kate: …………. Uh, “breathed into?”

Jude: For people drowning in lakes, the appropriate first aid measure is to provide air with a mouth-to-mouth approach.

(I don't remember any of it at all, but doesn’t that mean that our lips were pressed together?)

Jude: Oi… Don't get all red-faced and excited over a common medical procedure. Saving you was dumb.

Kate: I-I wasn’t excited…!

Jude: I don’t know... Well, I'm soaking wet, so I'm going home. You should see that quack doctor just to be safe.

After he said that, Jude threw his jacket at me.

Jude's jacket was not wet at all, probably because he had taken it off before he went into the river.

Kate: Eh? Um, this…

Jude: You're going home now too, aren't you? If you walk behind me dressed like a sl*t like that, I'm going to look bad and it will be a nuisance.

I looked down and saw that my clothes were wet and sticking to my skin, and the thin fabric was becoming transparent.

Kate: T-Thank you very much.

Flustered, I quickly borrowed Jude's jacket and put it on the front.

His jacket felt very warm, and the faint scent of cigarettes filled my nose making my heart skip a beat.

Ellis: Ah… You two, up.

At that moment, Ellis suddenly noticed something and pointed above our heads.

Jude: …

Kate: Thats…

Directly above our heads was a tree with a wreath of mistletoe hanging from its trunk.

Maybe they forgot to take down the Christmas decorations.

(If I’m not mistaken, there's a superstition that if you kiss under the mistletoe, you'll be together forever…)

(… I mean, didn’t Jude just now give me artificial respiration!?)

Jude: ….

Jude glanced at my flustered state with a confused and annoyed expression,

He reached for the mistletoe, roughly pulled it off, and shoved it to Ellis.

Jude: Burn it.

Ellis accepts the mistletoe with a nod, and quickly walks away.

Kate: Well, uhm, Jude….

Jude: You, you don't believe in that mistletoe superstition, do you?

Kate: … I-I don’t believe it?

Jude: You’re a shitty liar.

Jude clicked his tongue and grabbed my arm.

Jude: Get that foolish head of yours to carve out a new superstition.

I was pulled closer and our lips forcibly met. This time it wasn’t life-saving, but rather just a normal kiss.

Kate: Un….

Our lips met tightly as if seeking warmth.

However, because the two of them were completely cold after entering the river, they could only feel the coldness of each other's lips, and could not feel the slightest bit of warmth.

Kate: … Fu….

Jude: … Nn…

Jude: … Not like this.

The icy kiss ends with Jude murmuring, as if to prove that there was no love in it.

Jude: …… “Even if you kiss under the mistletoe, if you kiss again in the same place, it will be canceled”!

Kate: I… Understand…

Of course, such a superstition does not exist, it was Jude's original.

(I can't believe you would go to the trouble of kissing me one more time to make up for my superstition…)

(… Could you have hated that superstition that much.)

Jude and I are not lovers, so it's only natural that we don't make eternal vows.

And yet, a bitter feeling spreads in my chest, as if I had lost my love.

(I'm sure I feel this way because I was happy that Jude saved me...)

(That gap is just making me feel lonely... Right?)

I forced myself to believe that I was in love and that I had a reason for my feelings.

Jude: … It's not worth it to make a promise of eternity with just a kiss.

Jude muttered thoughtfully and returned the swelling.

Since we are going back to the same place, I hurriedly follow behind him.

Kate: Jude, do you hate promises?

Jude: Nothing is eternal.

Jude's answer didn't seem to align with the question, but after thinking about it for a while, it started to make sense.

(It’s not that Jude hates promises, he just doesn't make them because he can't promise forever… He can't promise eternity, so he doesn’t make such promises.)

Eternity does not exist. As long as it doesn't exist, promises will always be broken. That's why such promises shouldn’t be made from the beginning.

I think that’s what Jude probably wanted to say.

(Isn’t that very sincere?)

It is easy for a person to lie in their heart. They can just lie and say that they will love you forever.

But even if it’s only superstitions, Jude never makes promises he can’t keep.

(... I wonder if Jude will someday have someone to whom he wants to pledge eternity to.)

Despite everything, Jude never abandoned me when I was drowning.

He is ruthless and arrogant, but I know from our time together that he is inhumane from the bottom of his heart.

(I wonder if someone will notice this side of Jude, somedayー…)

Being curious of such things would either make you feel like you want to look at the person, or not look,

I was driven by a strange feeling that I could not explain.

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sorry but it’s so funny how ellis just went ok and ran off to burn a random mistletoe that belonged to the country or whoever was in charge of decorating the town😭 also smth that surprised me a little was how they really wanna emphasize jude’s foul mouth bc 痴女 = generally means sl*t but i’ve seen people use this to describe really bad female perverts or even female m*lesters (take it with a grain of salt, he’s extremely horrible with words but he always means well)

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

A Little Lesson

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WARNINGS: Rough sex, Dom Jason, Breeding Squirting, Porn no plot..

MINORS DNI

"Oh fuck, oh fuck! JASON! Pleeeease, oh God, pleeease!" I plead for him to slow his deep ass rough fucking back shots. He instead speeds up as a big ass hand reaches down, grabbing a handful of my freshly done blonde faux locs, and puts my back in a mean ass arch. His sinister and merciless chuckle at my begging has me clenching around his thick girth helplessly.

"I ain't slowin shit down mama. You fuckin wanted this dick, now you gone take this dick. FUUUUCK." Jason growls out without a hint of damn remorse. His pace is steady as fuck as he buries his meat so far inside me that I immediately try to scramble off his cock. I don't slide even an inch of his dick outta me before my man quickly pins me to the floor of our bedroom. The carpet rubs my nipples and my clit throbs as I struggle to get free but Jason doesn't break a sweat as he effortlessly holds me down. His broad chest to my back, muscled arms now caging me, his strokes never cease their punishing rhythm. SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK.. His hips beat against the fat of my ass makin it jiggle wildly as he fucks into my overstimulated pussy like he hates me.

"Where the f-fuck do you think you're goin?" His gruff voice registers in my ear lowly. Between the blinding pleasure between my legs, the ringing in my ears and my wails, it takes me a moment to understand what he's sayin. Jason's chest presses me into the floor a bit more as he rips his fat ass dick from drippin pussy, leaving me to flutter around nothin. I try to steady my breathing, blinkin tears outta my eyes, and focus on his words.

"You know why this is fuckin happenin. Ain't no, uhn, fuck so wet.. Ain't no sympathy here. You shoulda thought about what I would do to yo bad ass." He says smugly, rubbing the tip of his monster cock on my pussy lips. I can't help but to give a weak moan as his cock catches the inside and he pushes in just to pull out. Jason teases me by dippin in and out of my soaked entrance, patting and smacking his dick in the wet mess to make small spatters of my slick drench his dick.

"The next time I'm workin out, oooh fuck, maybe you'll think twice about, mmmmm, comin in the gym actin like a fuckin slut. Shiiiiiiiit so good, had every fucker starin at my pretty brown booty." A hard smack lands on my ass as Jason spears back inside me halfway. The yell that comes outta me almost pierces my own ears but all I get is another sadistic laugh and a rough thrust to the hilt. He grounds himself by gripping my hips firmly and punishing me in the best way possible. His balls slap against my pussy, all sticky and wet from me creamin all over him.

If I thought his pace was rough before, he must be fuckin me at the speed of light now. I feel the muscles of his stomache flex against my ass as my juices smear all over Jason's lower half. I'm beyond being able to speak, eyes rolled in the back of my head as my tongue lolls outta my mouth. Drool seeps out my mouth and between my cheek plastered against the now wet carpet. The feeling of his tongue flicking sensually against my ear as a hand slides between me and the floor to finger at my throbbing clit, makes me jerk against him. I can feel his eyes on me, greedily drinkin in every expression that flashes across my face, savoring every single reaction my body gives him. Knowin how much he's enjoyin wreckin and watchin me helps push me to my fuckin end.

I open my mouth to warn him of my approaching orgasm but sayin anything feels like try to get out the toughest tongue twister. It's like I can't remember how to form words. My mouth moves uselessly, the only sounds comin from me being pleasured moans. Even with a muddled mind, I know I'm not to cum with out his permission during punishment. No matter how hard I try, with the way Jason's piping me down I can't do shit except moan like a bitch in heat.

"Dammit woman, this pussy is too fuckin tight, I can't keep this up." I hear the frustration in his voice as well as feel his hips twist slightly and tilt upwards, scraping the walls of beat up little puss in a way that has me clenching up as the pleasure explodes. It's his turn to jerk and shiver against me as I have the most explosive fuckin orgasm all over him. I can hear the audible splatter of squirt hit this man and I'm sure it made me cum even more. The intense feeling has me grinding backwards on his girth.

"Jaaaaase, baby, oh Jaaaasooon!" I loudly moan and scream out my pleasure as my pussy tries to simultaneously push him out and squeeze the cum from his thick ass dick. The twitchin throb of him makes it clear that he's now the one that can't take me. The pathetic whines emitting from him as he humps me roughly let me know he's about to bust.

"FUCK! Ahhhhh, gotta c-cum in my pussy now, gonna fill you up till you leak of me baby. Fuck, take it princess, take it, take it, take it.." His filthy words ending in a mindless mantra as he floods my pussy, punctuating dirty words with thick milky spurts of cum. I don't know how my stomache ain't pokin out with the load he stuffin me with. It feels never ending, my poor pussy quivering around him as he breeds me like a animal. He's loud as fuck, groanin out how good it feels, how good I am as he fucks up into me with no other mission than to unload.

Jason fills me till a bit spills outta me as he predicts, most of it plugged by the monster cock that hasn't deflated a bit. His dick continues to twitch and leak cum inside me as we both breathe hard through our nose. A few moments go by before I can manage a small push backwards with my ass into his pelvis, signaling for him to pull out. The motion crams his still very hard, very large dick against the soaked sore walls of my pussy and I yelp in pleasured confusion. He just came buckets and he's hard as a fuckin diamond! Jason chuckles before he responds in a menacing tone.

"You just dont learn.. Did I say you could fuckin cum woman?"

UH OH..

[wolfesona]

My Vampire

Jonah x Harlow

Minors DNI with this post, +18.

Harlow couldn't sit still. She was a blushing and panting mess on the floor of her bedroom. Her eye lights rolled as she felt another wave of pleasure coming from her crotch. She whined, wondering why on Copper-9 did all of the Disassembly Drone coding transfer to her when she became online?

Her tail was vibrating wildly and she already stripped down to her tank top and soaked underwear. Her hair was loose and messy, having not been put up at all the entire day. She sighed, cursing this time of the month.

Harlow was in heat.

She already texted Jonah in a desperate fit of having her only person help her. Wanting him to need her as much as she needed him right now at this very instant. Harlow moaned softly, getting stimulated all over again as she started to fantasize all the things her boyfriend would do to her.

He would make her his, with his beautiful blue eyes looking at her gold ones. He would whisper praise as he thrusted, making her moan from the overwhelming pleasure, He would hold her still as he filled her with his c-

She growled as she got up, hearing the door bell ring. That thought would have to wait. She haphazardly put on some shorts and looked at herself in the hallway mirror, ensuring that nothing too obscene stuck out and opened the door.

"Hey I came as soon as you called-" Jonah paused looking at his girlfriend's dimmed eye lights, messy hair, and vibrating tail. He smirked and sighed closing the door behind them.

"Damn…that time of the month?" he asked softly as Harlow just collapsed into his chest. He felt her metal and it was burning hot to the touch, confirming his sentence.

She said nothing but panted loudly. She was looking at him with the most desperate expression.

"You don't have to if you don't want to…I really don't want you to feel like your forced into this." She said, suddenly feeling guilty for using him like this, her heat dimming for a second to give her a moment of clarity. She didn't want him to think she only needed him for her heats…

Jonah just rolled his eyes and picked her up. He carried her wordlessly to her room.

"Jonah?-"

He gently put her on the bed and closed the door. He then straddled his girlfriend, who went back to blushing brightly, her heat kicking in at full force.

"You aren't forcing me to do anything Har. I'm here because I want to be here." He then bent down and kissed her.

The reaction was instant.

She pulled him down to deepen the kiss and wrapped her legs and tail around his waist. Jonah's tongue entered her mouth and she sighed at the feeling, letting him roam around her mouth. Not five minutes later Jonah started to go down to her neck, which she tilted to have more access.

He kissed it gently at first, but if memory served him right then Harlow was pretty sensitive there. He started sucking and licking the malleable metal. She gasped and tightened her hold on him. He smirked and went harder, eventually biting down gently, leaving a mark. She keened loudly at that, her spine arching off the bed.

"J-Jonah" She moaned quietly. Her hands were now tugging at his hair, his helmet long since fallen off.

He smiled at her reaction and kissed her again, making Harlow taste her own oil. She let out a muffled mewl, her tail now fiddling with his shirt.

"Hold on" He laughed softly, looking at her for permission and fiddling with the straps of her tank top.

She nodded and he took off the shirt slowly, watching his girlfriend's reaction as the cool air hit her overheated body. She shivered slightly, and he bent down again pressing gentle kisses to her chest plate. Harlow gasped, feeling his mouth on her sensitive plating and hugged him tightly, squirming again.

He chuckled at the reaction and pressed open mouthed kisses on her shoulders before leaning back and taking his own shirt off.

Harlow then wordlessly pulled him down to her, their blue and gold cores touching. She let out a sigh and he burrowed his head in her neck. The white and dark gray strands of hair twining around each other. She smiled as she felt his warm core against hers.

But then her heat had to ruin the tender moment and she whined, grinding her hips softly against his. Jonah grunted at the feeling, his grip tightening.

"Alright, Alright. Let's take care of this heat first." He said playfully, while Harlow just glared at him. He moved away from her as she kicked off her shorts to somewhere in her room. Jonah came back and pinned her hands with one arm, while the other was playing with the fabric of her underwear.

Harlow nodded, giving him permission to take it off. He did so slowly, watching as she softly gasped at the feeling of cold air hitting her most intimate spot. He leaned down to kiss her cheek softly and looked at her.

Blue eyes met gold, and Harlow sighed. She wanted to stare into those eyes forever, she wanted him to be with her everyday for the rest of her li-

Then her whole train of thought got erased as she felt his finger rub against her, getting impatient. She gasped and bucked her hips slightly as he kissed her roughly. Jonah removed his finger and started grinding himself against Harlow, making her moan into the kiss. She bucked her hips into his again, wanting more friction or really anything that would increase the ecstasy she was feeling right now.

"Jonah please~" She begged, her hips grinding harshly against him. "Don't tease me, I really can't-" She got interrupted again as he let go of her hands and flipped her onto her chest. A pillow was then placed at her hips.

"Robo-God why are you making this so hard? How are you so damn hot and cute at the same time?" He groaned, his voice lower than before. Harlow heard the sound of his boxers getting pulled down and suddenly she felt something hot and hard against her.

She immediately curled her tail around his waist and yanked him closer to her. She then flipped herself over so that she was facing him again. Their bodies were flush against each other and Jonah smirked. He moved the pillow to her lower back and once again pinned her hands above her head.

He prodded himself at her entrance, making her sharply inhale. She felt her face flush and she looked at him.

"You ready?" He asked, softly nuzzling her cheek.

After a few moments she nodded, her heat now becoming unbearable. She wanted him inside of her right now, she wanted him in the most filthy way possible, she wanted him to breed her and-

Harlow keened and threw her head back as he pushed into her. He moaned softly as he felt her around him.

She was panting heavily, taking him slowly into her. Tears pricking her visor as the sharp pain swept through. This wasn't her first time, far from it actually. But every time it was a split second searing pain.

Jonah stopped and waiting for her to adjust, his arms slightly trembling. "Are you okay Har?" he asked breathlessly, looking at her slightly pained expression. "I'm fine." She whispered, closing her eyes.

Few minutes passed until pain turned into ecstasy. She moaned as she started bucking her hips into him. Jonah grunted in pleasure as he felt her moving, and he tightened his hold on her hands. He leaned closer and buried his face into her neck as he began to move inside of her.

Harlow panted, clutching her boyfriend's hair as she bucked her hips against his.

"Faster, oh Robo-God please-" She started babbling as her eye light's rolled upwards. She gasped as he hit a certain spot inside of her, and Jonah rammed into that spot over and over again.

"That's a good girl." He moaned softly in her audio receivers. "You're doing such a great job." He panted out as he heard Harlow whine at the praise. For some reason she got riled up whenever he told her words like that, but it's not like he's complaining. Plus they're true and he was loving the way she reacted to them.

Harlow was drowning in pleasure. All around her was the only person she could ever love, telling her sweet words and making her feel so good. She could feel herself coming closer to the edge, and she pulled Jonah in for a kiss. She was so close she could scream-

Then suddenly her mind went blank and she arched her back, and she let out a shrill cry. Harlow's visor turned into a big heart as she bit down on Jonah's shoulder.

Hard.

He moaned as he felt her teeth pierce his metal, as he finally reached his high. He couldn't think of anything, his mind being flooded in pleasure. He hugged her flush against him, his hips stilling.

Few moments later, she went slack underneath him. He looked down in alarm before he saw her visor.

[ Knocked TF Out]

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Few minutes passed before Harlow moved under Jonah. He looked down to see her blink slowly. He smiled and she wordlessly buried herself in his chest.

"Hey" He said softly, tucking her bangs away. She blushed and looked away, but her tail wrapped around them.

"Hi" She said, looking up into his eyes. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her.

"Did I tire you out My Vampire?" Jonah teased lightly. She just rolled her gorgeous gold eyes. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

"I love you so much…Harlow." He murmured, shifting so that his chin was on top pf Harlow's head.

"Love you too Jonah." She whispered, closing her eyes.

[hallow-yee]

~Come out, come out, wherever you are~

☆Part 4☆

TW//CW: Pred/Prey Kink, Possessiveness, Hiding, Smut, Use of whore and slut as well as sweet things, Mating press, Rough sex, Degrading kink, Creampie.

Teasing you with is words you can feel the heat rush up to your cheeks and the tips of your ears. First Jack removes your shirt all the way, then your bottoms. A trail of your slick juices follow. Jack chuckles, "Mmmmm all this just for me?~ well thank you my sweet sundrop." He says as he gives you a peck on the lips before placing your bottoms and top to the side, "My turn~" You sit up and watch intently as the clown man starts to strip, he's doing it slowly, making sure you get to savor every bit of it. First slowly taking off his shirt, then, unbuckling his belt, he takes off his pants. You can see the precum soaking through his underwear, "I knew I wasn't the only one that needed this...." you mumbled under your breath. "What was that sunshine?" Jack tilts his head at you, a warm but coy smile on his face. "....Nothing" you say, looking everywhere but him, face flushed. "Mmmhmm, that's what I thought." He says, "Now then," You look back at him and your eyes widened. He had taken his underwear off, exposing his cock to the cold room air. It was twitching slightly and with every other bounce a dribble of precum would drip down his member. No matter how many times you've seen it, you still can't get over how big he is. "Why don't you spread those pretty legs for me and we can get started hmmm?~" You do as he asks and spread your legs, already trembling from the sheer thought of his cock being buried DEEP inside you. He gets on the bed and positions himself between you legs, one hand resting on your hip while the other guides his cock to your entrance. "You ready?" He asks in a slightly softer tone, making sure you're ok before he starts, "Yeah, I'm ready~" you say, reaching down to your pussy and spreading open for him with your hands, "Please....fuck my pretty pussy Jack~". Jack grins, "As you wish, sunspot~" He rubs his cock up and down your exposed pussy before slowly sticking the head inside of you. "Fuuuuuu~ Mmmmmmm ahh~ Oh FUUUUCK MEEEE~" you start to moan as he slowly fills you up. "G-Gosh....hah~....y-y/n.....you...you feel soooo gooood~ Ahh~" Jack moans, making sure he can feel every inch of himself sliding into you. "T-Thats right sunshine, take all of me~ every......hah~......last......sooooo tight~......i-inch......FUUUUUCK UGH~" He growls, bottoming out inside you. He stays still for a moment, letting you get used to his size before he starts to move his hips slowly out then back in again, keeping a slow and steady pace, making sure not to hurt you. "Fuuuuck~ Jack ahhh~ please mmmmmmm I need more~" you moan, "Please, I promise I'll tell you if I can't take it just please ruuuuin mee ahh~" you begged him. Jack, MORE than happy to oblige, nods his head before slamming into you, his pace picking up more and more by the second. "MMMMMM AHH~ FUUUUUCK.......YESSSSSS UHH~ GOD FUCK, PLEASE DONT STOOOOOOOOP AHHH~" "Hah~ yeah....t-there you go s-sundrop~......GOD UGHH~......take my.......MMMMMMM AHH~.......TAKE MY COCK JUST LIKE THAT MY PRETTY LITTLE SLUT~" Jack was losing his self-control, getting rough with you as he digs his fingers so harshly into your hips that it'll definitely leave bruises by the end of this. You were loving every second of it, gripping the bed sheets under you as you moan loudly into the room. "Y-You like that sunshine....heh~....you like it when I tell you how much of a pretty WHORE you are for me hmmm?~" your pussy clenched around him a little tighter and he spoke. "Thaaaaats it......AHHH~ c-clench yourself around me......FUUUUCK~......j-just like that, mmmmmm~ you're......HAH~ G-GOD........y-you're doing sooo well for me~" Jack grabs the backs of your knees and pushes your legs toward you, taking you into over drive,

PART 3 《 》 PART 5

[lunar-years]

https://deadline.com/2024/08/ted-lasso-season-4-deal-near-brett-goldstein-hannah-waddingham-1236049653/ LOOK WHAT YOU DID /J

Article here

PHEW. Okay. I kind of cursed us I think? I’m sorry everyone. :(

now that i've had a few hours to soak this news in uhhhh. I have thoughts! As many of you know, I flip flop all the time on whether i actually *want* more Ted Lasso, but now that it's far closer to happening and we're hearing a bit more about what it might it entail, I'm unfortunately kind of landing firmly back in the "god no keep that away from me" camp. Reasons being:

The show kind of doomed itself when it made s3 because at the beginning of that season I would have SWORN there was going to be a s4, and by the end i was convinced there was absolutely never going to be a s4. They had sooooo many plots going on, and instead of doing the reasonable thing and adjusting the original vision of the show to expand the vast amount of story they'd ended up with for s3 into two enjoyable and well-paced seasons, they decided to instead squeeze it into one very mid, terribly paced season. so now s4 isn't going to make much sense because the show already HAD an ending (even if it was a subpar one)

why on EARTH couldn't they have decided to move ahead with this before everyone's contracts expired 😭 wtf wtf!!!!! this is an absolutely wretched cursed timeline. if i remember correctly everyone was under contract for 4 seasons up until May this year. and they're going to turn around and announce a s4 in AUGUST??? hello???

As the article mentioned, and expanding on point #2, it is quite likely several og cast regulars are no longer available or only available in a guest star capacity. this sucks. a show that's missing some of the characters is literally FARRRR worse to me then a show that was given an ending and is now over forever. boo. if you're not giving me back jamie tartt again like literally pack it up boys. why are we doing this.

the *only* cast member I could understand (and perhaps even endorse) being lowered from series regular to guest star capacity would be Jason, and that's mostly because I think it's very hard to rectify Ted being a part of the afc richmond / London scene again after they JUST concluded his series-long arc by having him return home very poignantly to his son in Kansas. Like...huh? He just changes his mind and goes back??? lmao*

*The article is under the impression Jason WILL be returning and whilst that confuses me i AM willing to give the show the benefit of the doubt on writing a creative, fun way of making that possible. I am willing to trust them and let them sell me on how Ted Lasso can continue on! but going back to point 3, it's unfortunately all irrelevant to me if other characters are missing. sorry but. no.

as much as i did/do love ted lasso for a vast number of characters, i am too emotionally attached to my favs to where i literally do not think i would enjoy the show anymore if any of them were missing. A roy and keeley plot without jamie visibly in their lives sucks 2 me. A roy plot without jamie OR keeley (because frankly i'm hesitant about the potential of juno returning either) also sucks 2 me. i love the characters together and considering where we left them in s3, it doesn't excite me at all to think about their futures without each other. i'm not asking for rjk to be canon, even, im just asking for them to all be like. IN IT. At the end of the day, the show I love, I love because they were in it.

based on the current specualations...if everyone is in it (with or without ted) i will be tuned in but i feel nervous about it. if phil's really not returning like certain reports are saying, i'm not watching. BUT i will follow along via post episode tumblr gif sets where i can see any of the fun lighthearted roy stuff and keeley stuff and team stuff and ignore the rest of whatever the fucks happening. i will peacefully continue to live on (and contribute to) Ted Lasso Ao3 island.

[kitty-is-writing]

writemas day 15!

as always, massive appreciation for @agirlandherquill coming up with these fantastic prompts!

***content warning for mentions of miscarriage, infertility***

I picked these ones today:

She shattered her hopes and her dreams into pieces, and she took the jagged edges between her fingers and held them close to her heart, they would serve as a scarring reminder of what would never be done, of what she would never become.

"Save yourself. Not me. Not anyone else. You. You are all that matter."

~~~~~

The wards shimmered overhead, a constant reminder that they were finally protected, finally safe from the temple's persecution. It had come at a cost, though, one that had been almost too steep to bear.

Luke stood at her side, a spot he had not left in weeks. Not since the ritual. Not since their shared loss.

“Resa.” He spoke her name as a benediction, a prayer and a plea.

“I don't want to talk about it, Luke. Let's just be here together, okay?”

He was silent a few more moments, before shaking his head. “We can't ignore it forever. They took our magic, everything that defined us.”

“And they gave us new magic. Stronger, more controllable magic. We gained more than we lost, at least where that is concerned.”

“It was worth all the other losses, was it?”

She was quiet for a second too long. “Luke, I…”

“Everyone here had a unique, remarkable ability. We were capable and strong, all we needed was time and practice. Now, we're little more than servants to them. Is that what you wanted? To exchange one master for another?”

“The dragons don't want mastery over us. They want to help us, to teach us to become stronger than we could have been before.”

He looked away from her in disbelief. “Sure. Go on believing that. You know, somewhere in your heart, none of this is as it seems. They have some hidden agenda that will only bring us ruin.” A moment of silence hung between them. “Promise me one thing, Resa. When this partnership with those creatures falls apart, you save yourself. Not me. Not anyone else. You. You are all that matters. I want you to survive more than anything.”

She turned to face him, shocked he would say it so plainly. “Why shouldn't I save you, if I can? We have a future ahead of us! The cottage and the children and… all of it! I won't abandon that!”

“You'll have to. Part of it, at least. You know that damned ritual took more than your original magic.”

Without thinking, her hand dropped to her now flat abdomen. “We can try again, Luke. Not now, but someday, once the grief fades…”

“No. The damage is permanent, our baby was conceived with our kind of magic, and they wouldn't tolerate that. They won't risk you having another that might be outside their control.”

“Why are you saying all this?” Her face was soaked with tears, but she made no effort to wipe them away.

He was still, staring off into the distance. “I was practising my shadowform. I ended up further away from here than I meant to, and heard that white one talking to one of the others. She said they had to ensure all ties were forever cut, that no trace of the human magic should remain in us. One of them mentioned you, said you carried a child. She laughed, and said you wouldn't afterwards. Your magic was strong enough to resist their bindings, and would likely emerge in any child you bore. She said she would work in another spell, to leave you forever barren.”

She froze, unable to comprehend it for several minutes. “You could have warned me. Why the hell didn't you tell me before!”

“I tried! What do you think I was trying to say the day before the ritual? You refused to listen, caught up in your ridiculous revenge plot with Mark! Who cares what the damn temple does now? We could have dealt with them later, when we were older and stronger!” He stopped, breathing heavily. “I can't do this. I need some time to think.”

He turned to leave, and she reached out, catching his sleeve. “Wait, where are you going? Don't leave, please don't leave!”

“I'm not leaving. I just… I need to be alone for a bit.” He gently disentangled his sleeve from her fingers. “I still love you, Resa, I always will. But right now, I don't love what you're becoming. I think we both need to work some things out, and we can't do that while stuck to each other.”

As he walked away, she let herself break. She shattered her hopes and her dreams into pieces, and she took the jagged edges between her fingers and held them close to her heart, they would serve as a scarring reminder of what would never be done, of what she would never become.

A mother.

~~~~~

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[acreattaviacco]

My MLQC Experience Log#1

Welcome to my somewhat reaction, I just want to gush about this game. I didn't know anything about this game but I like the art and premise so yeah!

I am not gonna get attached to these characters real quick no I am not

First time doing this let's go

First things first, hello our cute MC❤️

I must admit I did not expect we would run a company let alone our parents died???? But glad to know we have a backstory for ourselves

Another thing that surprised me was that they did voice acting in English!

Unfortunately, we didn't meet Victor in person but the first one we did meet was KIRO!...Oh no....I'm in trouble

Sir you smell like sunshine and that innocent smile is making me melt

You are literally shinning aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh🔅

also-

Don't do this Kiro (Childhood) friends-to-lovers trope is my weakness so don't add more fuel to the fire but sure I can give the prize card inside the potato chips. He's so extroverted!! But he's so sweet 💕

After our separate ways, we try going back to our company and-

Hello there Victor sudden entrance but thanks for saving me. (Wait what do you mean I am an Evol?) Sadly it was short but now it's Gavin!!!

Wait!! Gavin!!...you just left

Okay new plan for the last episode of Miracle Finder instead of Kiro it's Lucien the Professor but

Not only that he was really good at being cheeky and a tease I might have gone red from that conversation alone! Can you blame me? The man slowly whispered in our ear and hahahahahahaha😳

Okay👍

Luckily He agreed to be on the show and I like this side of him as well

aaaaawww 10/10 Domestic life Husband material

After finishing the last episode some good news!

I didn't mention this earlier but the side characters have sprites, some even have voices which is really nice

Now we report the good news to our boss, negotiate and-

Can we trick him with puppy eyes? Oh he's a cat person sadge : (

Okay, seriously both Lucien and Victor's voices are so soothing to hear can you record an audiobook for us? no wait I would sleep through it

Though this is funny

I really like Victor, he's the right amount of tsundere that I like it's cute. Sadly he had the last laugh

We are going through places so fast and this is chapter 2 But we get to meet Gavin now!

You faced Victor you'll be fine...wait he works as a cop?

WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! GAVIN! WE ARE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS :D !!!!!

But at the same time aaawww Gavin what happened? What blood-soaked letter? I need to know more!!! (Also that scar, he doesn't hide it)

Hahahahahahaha I'm sorry why are you a lot cuter now? The fact we go to the same school and even after all these years? Shoot weren't we here on assignment?

After that investigation, there is this

It's sweet only to realize it's a tracker(Actually don't mind this, no I am not delulu) But hey the sentiment is there!

Now to report to Victor! But if he was my boss in real life I swear to you unless he makes moves first I would just be talking business and nothing else

I know we are in the entertainment industry but man our life is dramatic

Dammit why do you have to be our boss, still would romance you though, and 0 to 100 real quick

You call us from time to time and I wonder why Victor is so uh..."soft" to us. Don't stop though keep calling and texting even how much you deny it 💗

After that Business deal, we went out and dun dun dun trouble

!

Hooray! The sweet release of death! /j (Seriously I am joking but a lot of people want us dead)

Luckily Gavin (and Lucien's advice) saves the day!

I know the main story is linear but I still feel spoiled by all these CGs it feels unreal

Also did not expect I would fall for Gavin this hard, look at that warm smile!!! :D

It's nice to know we are still wearing our tracker, no I still don't mind this (Okay maybe I am a little delulu but let me have this)

I will gush on you later my sweet Kiro for now I will add you to the list of my bundle of sunshine characters I love and adore(It's a small list but I adore them aahhhhh)

Chapter two is done!

That's about it I haven't even touched the dates and events heck there are so many I just wanted to focus on the main story, for now, I need to figure out the game mechanics and grind to level up my cards

I should have looked at a tutorial first but now I will!!

@jozhenji , @celiciaa must taggy tag you :D

[kinetic-elaboration]

January 4: Jane, Artists' Block

Jane-centric, background pre-D/J, College AU

~490 words, ~18 minutes

Ah haha ha I haven't written anything on this fic since September or anything I like since July but I would like to pick it up again.

*

Now all of a sudden nothing that she does seems true. That's why she can't create.

Or at least why she can't create anything that doesn't suck.

Jane tries to explain all this from the floor of Ally's dorm room, lying flat on her back with her hoodie bundled up as a pillow behind her and her knees bent and her sock feet on the floor, soaking up all of the cold from it. "It's that everything real is so bright and complex. Nothing I can do will ever come close. It's a complete farce."

No one answers for a long moment, but that's roughly what she was expecting. Ally is at her easel, more often examining than painting. Curtis, on Ally's roommate's bed, has been nodding along like he's listening, but he's probably not.

"Is this because of that girl?" he asks, all of a sudden, as if it were a fascinating revelation to him.

Jane groans and covers her eyes with her arm, and Ally laughs. "What girl? God, Jane, are you finally realizing you're a lesbian?"

"God, Ally, have you still not realized bisexuals exist?" She doesn't move her arm, though, or open her eyes. She is not talking about the girl. "No, it's not about her."

"I heard you're tying up the phone line talking to her," Curtis adds. This information could only have come from Jane's roommate, and Jane is loathe to think that she and Curtis are buddy-buddy now.

"Slander and lies," she answers. More like complete truth.

"Anyway, you're creating all the time," Curtis keeps going. "You’re like the most prolific artist in a whole college of artists. So no big deal."

Jane lets her arms fall back, splayed out on the floor above her head. She thinks about snow angels, about glimmers of sun on new drifts, about Michigan winter and lake effect snow. "But it's not true. That's what I'm saying. She's—"

She's true.

Ally peers around her easel and down, and meets Jane's eye. "She?"

"Stuff it."

She's funny and smart and sharp as hell, and she's going through life with the same attitude and the same derision and the same secret wonder as Jane is, and she's pretty but she doesn't see it in herself yet, which is kind of infuriating, and elicits a type of curious awe. She's the only one Jane wants to be around all the time.

And she has a boyfriend, and the last time someone tried to hit on her, she tore him apart.

And the world is full of the brightest colors and makes the sharpest impressions, and every true feeling in it weasels into her guts in a completely different, strange, and crucial way, and nothing she makes with a canvas and paint, or a camera, or clay, could ever capture or replicate that. Any of it. The futility of it keeps her pinned where she is the floor.