#point it was almost over and i didnt feel like finishing it with everything and all my feelings so i didnt push myself cause who actually

[legaciesgifworld]

Happy birthday, Lizzie Forbes!

[roger-paladino]

making that WF video was like. reminding me how much and how deeply Mo cared for Lee it hurts soo so so bad

[mikgreo]

denji’s prized possession!!

nsfw, minors dni.

a/n: thinking about how cute and submissive denji would be!! always ready to get a taste of his prized possession. this man will get on his knees anywhere, everywhere, always, no matter what.🧡

warning: exploiting, cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, denji cums on your stomach and licks it off, also rubs his cum on your pussy, panty stealing.

“babyyy..~” denji whispered into your ear.

“no, go to bed denji.” you said trying to free yourself from his hold.

you two were at his apartment. you were too tired to walk back home, afterall the mission you both got sent over too had taken almost the whole day. you decided to stay with denji, praying all he would do was cuddle and go to bed.

“pleasee. can’t wait til mornin’ pretty.” he was whining in your ear. so annoying, but cute. you thought.

denji had been begging you for almost 20 minutes to let him eat you out. you, of course being too tired, kept denying his request. you didnt wanna go through the trouble of getting up and taking your clothes off and all of that.

“denji, im too tired baby. i cant even get up im so sore. i promise tomorrow, when i can actually get up.” you said, attempting to turn around so you wouldn’t have to little spoon anymore.

“so if i did it while you were asleep you wouldn’t mind?” denji said while kissing your shoulder.

“mmm nope. its better than doing all the work, i would be fine with it.” you laughed jokingly, knowing he would do it, but it never crossed your mind he would, right now, today, tonight.

denji didnt say anymore, so you took it as an invitation to let your eyes rest and get some long, well deserved, sleep.

denji’s pov!

sooo hungry. i cant wait til tomorrow mornin’.

he freed his hold on you waist and slid down the bed, onto the ground, pulling you by your legs to get closer, earning a grunt from you.

he didnt think much of this. he knew you were a deep sleeper, so he had no fear moving you as he pleased.

he tilted your body to the right and raised your legs up, spreading just enough.

he stopped.

would you be okay with this? is this rape? surely not. i hope not, itll be ok. something about this excited him, he knew you would never be really upset with him. it turned him on, seeing you when your the most vulnerable, taking advantage of your body.

he smiled to himself knowing everything was probably okay.

he pulled down your shorts. leaving your underwear on.

he stuffed his face in your cunt, deeply inhaling your smell. he licked your clit through the fabric.

he unconsciously began to rub against the foundation of the mattress. he tried to find the position where he could get the most friction in his sweatpants.

denji grabbed your panties and pulled them up, watching them go up your almost soaked cunt, sinking into the lips of your pussy.

he buried his face once again in your pussy, lapping up all your juices eating you like a hungry dog.

he pulled your panties off, getting a better view of your pussy, sinking in a finger inside your tight hole.

he curved his finger up and down inside taking his time feeling around and exploring your gummy walls, he pulled out and licked it off clean. moaning at the taste.

he pushed his finger back in while flicking his tongue on your clit, occasionally sucking it and rubbing it with his free hand.

at this point denji’s face was a mess covered in your juices. he was a moaning mess, his pants earning a wet spot the more the rubbed against the base of the bed, he had came atleast twice.

he stuck his hand down his pants wetting his fingers with his own slick, taking it up and spreading it inside your pussy, as lube. but also because he found it hot to taste himself on your pretty pussy <3

denji lost track of time, your body had came around 3 times now, he knew if he kept going your body would eventually squirt “or somethin’ ” (his words) and you would wake up.

he found it exciting not wanting to be caught. it turned him on.

he decided to finish himself off by hovering over you relieving himself all over your tummy.

as he finished getting every last drop out his red puffy tip, he licked it off your stomach, licking it clean.

he picked up your shorts and put them back on, but leaving your panties bunched up inside his pockets.

he layed back down in the same position he was in about an hour ago, and took your panties out his pocket.

he spun them around and the air before sniffing them again.

he put them infront of you.

“see that y/n? i wonder who these belong to ♡” he giggled, “they’re my prized possession, along with your pretty soaking pink pussy.”

im soooo sorry if this was something weird to write!!:(

ive personally imagined myself in this scenario amd would fimd it super hot if my partner did this, but thats me.

[urlovebot]

omg hiii moon 🤭

soooo uhh Bada x reader at the club hc 👀

so funny that you ask! i just so happen to have a full hc of this prepared!

you convince bada to go to the club with you and your friends… not sure how you did but you managed to

bada is kind of down. she loves to dance. she loves to watch you dance. where could this go wrong?

well she’ll tell you the first sign that you two needed to stay home was when you walked out of your closet in a dress bada had never seen before, sauntering out like everything was fine

when you come out and see bada’s reaction, you accidentally let out a little laugh but quickly suck it back up when you sit down to start your makeup

bada’s eyes just follow your figure… she has no words. she feels set up.

you notice her cheeks are a little red when you look at her through the mirror,

“bada”

the eyes that were previously staring at your ass dart up to meet yours.

“are you okay?”

“mhm”

“you sure?”

“yep.”

“okay…”

so you finish getting ready per usual. you didnt wear alot of makeup given the fact you planned on shaking ass at the club so you’d sweat it off anyway

bada got dressed while you’d finished getting ready

she looked…

“why do you look like that?”

bada whipped her head around,

“like what??”

you just

“like you wanna impress other women.”

bada’s eyes widen… the audacity of you saying that to her when

“you’re dressed the same way!”

you cross your arms over your chest. she wasn’t completely wrong.

and with that you two are off!

bada of course has one hand on the wheel, her other hand gripping your thigh, curving her hand around the inside of it every once in a while.

once you reach your destination, bada gets out to open the door for you. she takes your hand as you step out in your heels. at this point, you were almost as tall as her which she was just enamored with

as you reach the door, bada leans down to whisper in your ear,

“do not act up in here.”

you give her your most angelic smile and nod at her words that go in one ear and out the other.

as soon as you see your friends, you grab bada’s hand and tug her towards the seated group.

bada slides into a chair, grabbing your hips and sitting you on top of her thigh.

you guys make light conversation, but a certain song grabs you and your friends attention and you turn around with pleading eyes

bada just smiles,

“go have fun”

you make to hop off of her leg but an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you against her chest.

she ducks her head down to your ear,

“be good.”

she lets go of you and when you stand up and whip your head behind you to look at her, she’s smiling innocently like she didn’t just seduce your ears.

phew

uhm

where were we

while you’re out on the dance floor letting loose with your friends, bada gets a few drinks in and mingles with the friends that stayed behind

her eyes flit over to you every once in a while

she just thinks you’re so cute jumping around with your friends

you’ve got this big grin on your face and she wants to pick you up and put you in her pocket

sometimes she catches you looking back at her, she throws a wink your way and you have the nerve to blush and whip your head around

she tunes back into her conversation for a couple minutes

when she looks back at you, she can’t see you anymore.

she starts to panic a bit, sitting up so she can see the floor a little clearer.

thats when she does spot you and the rest of your friend group-

you seem to be arguing with someone?

she keeps her eyes on your form

she knows you can handle yourself so she tries to stay out of it

that is, until your eyes lock and you nod your head, motioning for bada to come over

one thing about bada is that she’s always down for some confrontation when it comes to protecting her own

so she stands up, tells the rest of the group where she’s going, and confidently bee lines for you.

as she gets closer, she can hear both you and the man across from you shouting at each other

she her brain short circuits when she sees the man step closer to you

(her heart swells when she sees you also take a step closer. you were so cute.)

she reaches you before anything can escalate.

she steps in front of you and she realizes this little man is not only stupid, but also short.

bada puts her hands in her pockets and leans down to peer at him

“you good?”

he angrily responds “no, she threw her fucking drink on me.”

you come around to bada’s side, holding out an accusatory pointer finger

“he kept hitting on me and tried to grab at my ass so i threw my drink at him.”

bada’s eyes narrow,

the man tries to explain but bada stands her ground

“try that shit again and a drink wont be the only thing thrown at you.”

bada grabs your hand and turns around, trying to walk away but she hears this sorry excuse for a man yell out the following,

“fucking cunt!”

and she decides then and there that she loves you fr because she turns back around with the intent to beat that man until she’s fucking tired

she quickly lets go of your hand, taking long strides until she reaches the man.

her hands grasp at his collar, lifting him up to his tippy toes,

“the fuck did you just say?”

you and your friends are hot behind bada

as much as you love to see bada riled up, you really didn’t want to see her get in trouble

“bada-”

“say it again.”

the man is silent.

“bada lets go-”

bada lets out a dangerous chuckle,

“can’t even say that shit to my face.”

she lets go of the man and he lets out a breathe he’d been holding,

she turns around and reaches for your hand. she pulls you through the club and out of the exit and as soon as you both reach the outside, she pulls you into a tight hug

“i’m sorry.”

you take a deep breath, taking in her scent and presence.

“it’s okay. i’m fine. let’s go home please.”

she lets go of you, running her hands down your arms and grabbing your hands,

“i’m proud of you for throwing your drink in his face.” bada has a goofy grin on her face.

“why are you looking at me like that?”

bada brings one of your hands up to her mouth and presses her lips against it. she drops it down again,

“i dont know. I think i’m in love with you.”

you’re taken aback by this. you two hadn’t said those words to each other yet.

“you don’t have to say it back. I just wanted to let you know where i stand.”

she smiles softly at you.

“let’s go home.”

a/n: yes. this was going to be very cute and fun but then i got carried away with jealous bada. my bad. i will make a real hc with fun couple at the club I PROMISE

[rqbossman]

Hello Mr Bossman! (and possibly anyone else who reads this)

Its an honour to be here, I have a few questions. First i appologise for the long paragraph, you may dismiss it for the questions at the bottom. For context, i am here after finishing TMA and being up to date with TMAP, i then went over and listened to RQG, and have just finished listening to Epilogue 3 and might i just say, good sir I am grateful for your podcasts. I am currently just a few months away from my final exams of High School, and as someone who even just 1 year ago was very lost, struggling with school and being just overwhelmed. TMA isnt exactly comforting, but the characters and plot managed to serve as a good form of escapism while sorting myself out. I found my self engaging more in creative things that i had originally put aside in favour of maths and science (which i hated but thought i needed to do). I started drawing again, even if just fanart. and i found things going well. By finding podcasts, story telling and these communities have helped me in my own understanding of what i want in life. I got an ADHD diagnosis earlier this year, and almost directly after started RQG and as my first hyperfixation (that i was aware of as an hyperfixation) gosh dang it hit hard. (in a good way). Ive been able to do so much more creative writing and drawings, and got re-involved with a small dnd group with some friends who i played one game with almost 4 years ago now. So overall, inspirational sounds cringe, but it was. Im doing my best with the upcoming exams, but trying to get in to Medicine is not my only prority, and the fact ive been re-introduced to my first love (Literature and story telling), im planning to go do an Arts degree and i know i wouldnt have been able to confidently make this decision, or even have survived this long in the school system without the work you and your coworkers do. Now the sap is out of the way, Question time! (if you could answer even just one of these questions it would be so cool)(they go in order of RQ relevant to random stuff)(dont feel pressured to answer all/any. i know i wrote alot): 1. what would you say is the best way to draft out a long-form story. (with "Erasing the Line" as an example) Did you start at the end, with the links to the overarching plot.

2. When working with the players (in a form of TTRPG), what did you do to make sure you didnt miss relevant timing of plot points/ avoid creating spoilers while still giving enough detail?

3. What are good places to start with making a job out of storytelling/voice acting/audio etc. In the case of RQ, how is this a job and where do i sign up please! /j (what i mean is, how is best way/how did you find all the people involved and was there a common path that you were all on before getting to where you are now?) 4. Do you have recommendations for Terry Pratchett Books, i may be an literary-leaning student, but it seems i have never actually properly read any of his books. so where is best place to start?/What did you read first?

5. Similar authors or similar inspirations? Did you have a favourite podcast you listen to in your free time that you havnt had a hand in producing/directing/working on. 6. Favourite song/album/artist. And more specifically, what you like listening to in background when doing either writing or (for ttrpg) character research/game planing. 7. Since the olympics are on at the moment, what has been your favourite sport to watch, if you have been watching at all. Thank you for your time :)

Thankyou for all the kind words. Knowing our work is helping people really keeps our engines fired up. Let's see if I can't answer your questions: 1. I "sandbox" which is where I just shove everything I can think of into an unorganised bullet point list. Characters, setting, plot, all of it in one big mess. Then I decide what type of story you want to tell, copy and paste to a new document and then start to organise the thoughts (with the sandbox on standby if new stuff comes in I don't know what to do with). I think of it like scultping, you cut away bits and reshape until something comes out the other end that is story shaped. Only then do I attempt to build the sandcastle and put something coherant together like a synopsis or scratch draft etc.

2. Very tricky. I did a complete review and update of all notes after each recording session and don't forget the audio eas edited. I made lots of gaffs that you never heard as audience.

3. I contacted anyone I could convince to take part and just proved I was serious by overworking. I don't reccomend that route. Unfortunately it really is "who" you know. That doesn't mean chase established professionals as much as it means you need to get out there and associate with other up-and-comers who match your vibe. For me the route was long and windy and not a particularly good example. 4. I normally recommend people do not read his books in publication order. Don't get me wrong, its wonderful watching his craft grow from one title to the next but I would recommend new readers tip their toe into his later works to see if they like where he ended up before committing the time. I often recommend 'Monstrous Regiment' as people's first one. My favourite though is 'Thief of Time.'

5. I don't get much time to listen to podcasts in the last couple of years. I used to listen to a lot of non fiction. 'Stuff you Should Know' and that ilk. I also read a fair amount of classic YA fiction to unwind (Windinsger trilogy, Bartimeous, stuff like that.) 6. Paul Simon's Graceland but when working I assemble a playlist for each seperate project that is tonally appropriate. If I really need to focus I listen to Classical Minimalism. Or the Old School Runescape soundtrack. I'm allowed to be ecclectic. 7. I am actually in an incredibly busy work crunch at the moment so haven't seen any of it!

[mamawasatesttube]

tagged for wip wednesday by @ultimatecryptid!! :D here's a snippet of the kon & clark fic i didnt manage to finish in time for superfam week (but im still working on it!!!). i'll tag... @lemonlimestar, @catsarehumanstoo, @dio-icarticaae, and @radioactive-earthshine, plus anyone else who wants in can say i tagged you too!! <3

A slight whistle in the wind is his first clue that Kon is almost here; when he focuses, he can hear a familiar heartbeat, slightly elevated, flying closer from the south. He turns, the wind catching his cape, as Kon approaches; his wave is jaunty as ever, but as he touches down on the globe, his gait is a little uncertain. Almost… timid.

“Kon,” Clark says, and swallows hard to quell the urge to sweep him into his arms, to seize him by the shoulders, to fall to his knees and beg why? why? why? “You made it. Good to see you.”

“Hey, Kal,” Kon says, folding his arms across his chest. “What’s up? You, uh, didn’t say a lot in your text.” A little pause. “Is everything, you know, um… good? Is something going on? Or…”

“I—I need to ask you something,” Clark blurts out, and then winces. He sighs, rakes his hand through his hair, and looks out over the horizon, to the lingering glow of the vanished sun.

“Oh.” Kon’s arms fall to his sides. He chews at his lower lip for a second—oh, Ma’s gonna have a conniption, training him out of that habit—and then blows out a breath. “Is it about the Granny Goodness thing again? ‘Cuz I did go to S.T.A.R. and all that, I swear, and—”

“It’s not about that.” Clark shakes his head.

It seems almost like a lifetime ago, and yet yesterday, that his heart stopped—that he found out that Kon and all his friends crashed on Apokolips, were taken and tortured by Granny Goodness, and were spirited away when Apokolips left Earth’s orbit. The fact that they made it home is a miracle.

And after that—as if he didn’t go through enough during the war—Kon had to deal with…

Kon was homeless. Kon was being exploited for labor—underage labor!—in a horribly run-down tenement building in Suicide Slum.

And he didn’t tell Clark.

“Oh-kaaayyyy,” Kon says slowly, squinting at him. “You’re acting weird. First John Henry goes all cuckoo-bananas, now you’re being super shifty—what is in the water up here, huh? Is Lois gonna start interrogating me next?”

Despite everything, Clark laughs. It eases a little of the tension deep in his chest, and he shakes his head, rubbing his temples. “Sorry, Kon. You’re right. I’ve just had… it’s been a long week.”

Kon softens, shoulders slumping as he nods vigorously. “Whoof, for real. Tell me about it.”

“I’d rather you tell me about it.” Clark finally turns away from the horizon and looks at him again. He hopes his face doesn’t look as troubled as he feels. “You know you can—you know you can tell me anything, right? If you need anything, you can always come to me. You… do know that, don’t you?”

“…Huh?” Kon sounds so bewildered that, in any other context, Clark would be chortling. He blinks up at him a few times, tilts his head to the side like a little dog, and stares. “Uh… where did that come from, dude?”

Okay. Okay, so maybe that adds points to the “he didn’t know it was bad” column, and not the “he thought he couldn’t tell you” one. Okay. Maybe this isn’t all bad.

“Kon,” Clark says softly, as gently as he can. “I just… need to know, if you… if you can tell me. Why didn’t you tell me you were homeless? In my city?”

Kon’s eyes go big and round. His heart rate shoots up, and he rocks back on his feet, wrapping his arms around himself again. “Um.”

Oh, no. Bad sign. Clark winces. “I just mean—I could have helped you so much sooner! You didn’t need to tough it out alone—”

Kon flinches, then glares. His brows pinch together, and his cheeks go red in the dimness. “I’m not—I wasn’t gonna just come crying to you just ‘cuz I had a minor setback happen!”

A minor setback. He thinks being homeless at sixteen and ending up living in Suicide Slum was a minor setback. Clark lets out a slow breath.

[marsbar17]

Wanna give us a nice lil Halloween one shot? Perhaps Moicy? Some kinky Halloween sex perchance? 🤭

I rushed so much to finish this for Halloween fbsbvhjsbf AND I DIDNT MAKE IT

But anyways, I rushed this and I have a headache now and it's not even good but hush, you're getting fed and you're gonna like it >:(

Mercy x Moira Halloween Oneshot

Contains: witch mercy, lilith moira, NSFW, barely any foreplay, size kink??? Maybe??, witchcraft ooOoOo

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This time, it had to work.

Angela sat on her knees in her living room, the wooden floor boards digging into her shins even through her tights. She drew the summoning circle with a small stick of charcoal, moving with grace and perfection after having done it almost a hundred times before.

The witch was so focused on her task that she almost yelled in surprise as she felt something touch the top of her head. Angela turned around in a panic, just to sigh in relief when the only person she saw was her friend and fellow witch, Kiriko.

"You forgot your hat at my place." Kiriko giggled at Angela's surprise, peering over her shoulder at the mostly completed summoning circle. "You're still trying to summon her? It's been eight months, Angela."

"I know, but I think I have finally perfected the summoning ritual! Plus, today being Samhain will make this the most ideal time to do the ritual." Even though it had been so long without any luck, Angela still felt hopeful looking at her notes that had been scribbled out and rewritten too many times.

"Today is the day. Lady Fareeha will appear before me." Angela smiled, drawing the last stroke to finish her circle.

"Personally, I don't think a Gaelic holiday is the 'most ideal' day to summon an Egyptian God, but whatever you say." Kiriko's eyes were full of doubt as she turned back towards Angela's front door. "Have fun."

Angela was alone once more, humming to herself as she lit the candles along with the sticks of incense that she had adorning the summoning circle. As the heavy amber and cedar scented smoke filled the room, she could practically feel the strong energy in the air.

Opening a sealed jar, Angela grabbed a handful of dried rose petals and spread them over the area. With the physical part of the ritual done, she stood up with her spell book in hand, looking over the neatly written incantation she had worked so hard on.

The summoning circle was easy, she had gotten it perfect within a month. The only reason it had taken so long to get to this point was due to this stupid incantation. Even one mispronounced syllable would ruin the whole ritual. So only after many hours of research and countless attempts, did Mercy finally believe she had gotten it right.

With her spell book in one hand and a long ivory wand in the other, Angela closed her eyes and began to recite the incantation she had worked so hard on. The words had been practiced so many times so that she could feel the sentences in her soul. She could feel the energy flowing around her, her hair whipping in the sudden wind.

As the incantation finished, Angela opened her eyes and watched as the rose petals tumbled around the circle and the candle flames swayed back and forth.

"It is... working! It's working! Hah!" She smiled, embracing the magic flowing through her living room as it became more intense. The wind whipped harder, threatening to blow out the candles, and she had to hold her hat in order to keep it on her head.

Just as Angela felt it was becoming to much, as her pictures and jars started shifting on the shelves and her hat was ripped from her head, everything went dark.

The candles had been blown out, along with every lamp in Angela's small cabin. Fear overtook Angela and she swallowed hard, wondering whether she should call out to whatever she had summoned. She didn't need to though, as the being spoke first.

"Oh dear, you're shaking~"

That wasn't her voice. Something went wrong.

Realizing this, Angela quickly lit a small flame in the palm of her hand in order to see. The being in front of her was tall, so much taller than she expected. The fabric of her clothing was black, the skirt and sleeves were long and majestic. Bringing her eyes higher up, Angela could see that her corset was adorned in gold scale-like adornments and her neck was too. The being's face was pale, but her eyes were surrounded by dark eyeshadow. One eye was a dark blue while the other was a piercing silver, and her pupils were slits. She had five long horns emerging from the top of her head, curling gracefully in a way that framed her face perfectly.

"You... You aren't Lady Fareeha." Angela whispered nervously, those sharp eyes following her every move. The demon rolled her eyes, scoffing in annoyance.

"No, I am not. You, like many many others before you, have mistaken my summoning ritual for the one of that wretched God." The more the demon spoke, the clearer Angela could hear her Irish accent. Feeling absolutely defeated, she sighed and lowered herself back down to the floor.

"So then... you would be?" Angela asked, holding her head in her hands and rubbing her temples.

"Lady Moira." The demon spoke, now towering over Angela's shrunken form.

"Well, Lady Moira. I sincerely apologize for wasting your time-"

"You haven't wasted my time." Moira interrupted, stepping closer to Angela and leaning down. "After all, the night has only just begun."

Angela brought her head up to meet Moira's eyes, feeling fearful once again. She was oddly beautiful up close, and Angela could see that it wasn't bloodlust in her eyes, but a certain mischievous look instead.

"What do you mean?" She asked, her voice small and timid.

"Well, I am the demon of lust and pleasure." Moira leaned in even closer, holding Angela's jaw with one pale hand. "And you, my dear, are an absolutely stunning woman. How about a deal?" Moira drew her hand back and stepped away, walking back into the summoning circle on the floor. "I forget about how you interrupted my day off, so long as you let me absolutely ravish you. Or we could just to the basic 'give me something you deeply cherish' thing, but this will be a lot more fun for us both."

Surprised and flustered, Angela looked away. Having sex with a demon? That was not the plan at all. But did she really have anything better to do? Moira was hot, painfully hot, and maybe she could distract Angela from the disappointment of her failure to summon Lady Fareeha. After an embarrassingly short amount of time, Angela looked back up at the demon standing in her living room.

"I'll take your offer."

"My my, that took you no time at all. Eager, darling?" A smirk appears on Moira's face as she sauntered back over to Angela, reaching out and pulling her to her feet.

"No! I mean... maybe. Look I just- I need- ugh!"

"No need to explain, pet. Just let me make you feel good." Moira backed Angela up until she was pressed against an empty wall before slipping her arms under the witch's thighs and hoisting her into the air. Angela's crotch was at face level for the demon who used that to her advantage and bit into her tights and panties, pulling her head back to rip a hole in them both. She groaned at the sight of Angela's glistening lips and twitching hole.

Angela gasped, hands flying to grasp at the horns on Moira's head before she realized that might be disrespectful and pulled them back to her sides.

"You can grab them. I don't mind, my dear." Moira's voice was so smooth and sensual that Angela couldn't help but obey, placing her hands gently back onto Moira's horns and biting her lip. Moira's hot breath fanning out against her most sensitive parts made her whimper quietly.

After a few more moments of simply admiring the witch laid out before her, Moira leaned in and placed a soft kiss against Angela's clit, making the witch squirm. She looked down to watch Moira place a couple more kisses before opening her mouth to show off her unusually long, forked tongue that was shiny with saliva. If Angela wasn't wet before, she sure was now.

"I can't wait to hear you scream, pet." Moira smirked before licking a long stripe all the way from Angela's wet hole to the tip of her clit. Angela moaned and tightened her grip on the other's horns.

Moira ate her out like she was desperate, like she couldn't live without the taste of Angela's lips. It was messy, with drool and slick dripping down Moira's chin and nails pressed into Angela's thighs. It was so much all at once and Angela couldn't stop moaning and whimpering, and she swore this was way better than anything Lady Fareeha could've given her.

"Moira! It's so much~" Angela moaned lewdly, squirming and panting like her breath had been stolen. She could feel every movement of Moira's tongue inside of her and every once in a while it slid up to circle her clit, making her whine. She could feel the heat in her core getting more intense, and she couldn't believe that her orgasm was approaching this fast. All the sensations all at once, Moira's impossibly skillful tongue, her hands gripping Angela's thighs, it was too much for her to handle.

"I need- Moira I can't. I'm gonna~"

"Cum for me, darling."

Angela fell apart, eyes rolled back, knuckles white, mouth agape, the sweetest sounds falling from her lips. Moira drank her all in, pleasing her through her orgasm and even after she finished. She lapped lazily at the witches hole, causing Angela to twitch with aftershocks. Eventually Moira pulled away, letting Angela relax as she was slowly lowered down until they were face to face once again, but her feet weren't on the floor.

Moira used one hand to hold Angela up while she shifted her skirt with the other, exposing her crotch to the air. She had a neatly kept bush hiding her from Angela's eyes, but that didn't stop the witch from yearning to taste her.

"Not today, my sweet. I will have you on your knees for me next time." Moira teased, as if she had read Angela's mind. Not even thinking about the fact that she had said "next time," Angela just whined and ground her hips forward, trying to get any friction she could. Moira simply laughed, grinding her own hips forward too.

Angela's eyes widened as she felt something press against her thigh and she looked down to see a black colored, silicone strap on between Moira's legs. She was even more surprised to see that it was one she recognized from her bedside drawer.

"How did you...?"

"Magic, now hush." Moira simply smiled, reaching her hand down to position the plastic object at Angela's entrance.

"W-wait! It's too big! I haven't been prepared-"

"Oh darling, you can take it~"

Angela could feel the head of the strap enter her and she bit back a yell at the intrusion. The stretch stung, but Moira's lips caressing her neck made it all go away. Moira placed open mouth kisses all along her neck and jaw, sucking on the skin occasionally to leave marks. It melted Angela's mind and made her even wetter around the silicone inside her.

As Moira started pushing further inside of her, Angela whimpered and clutched at the demon's shoulders. Her lips were covered and her moans were stifled by Moira's mouth pressing against her own. When she pulled away, Angela could see something that almost looked like adoration in Moira's eyes... right before she quickly thrusted the last few inches of the strap deep into her.

Angela yelped in surprise before hiding her face in the crook of Moira's neck, panting hard. Moira just laughed, pulling her hips back and thrusting forwards once more.

"That's right~ Taking me so well, like a good pet~" Moira whispered, moving her hips at a steady pace. She wasn't fast, but she was deep. It was just what Angela needed.

Moira used her hands to wrap Angela's legs around her waist, pressing her harder against the wall so Moira could let go and grab Angela's wrists instead, lifting them over her head. Now immobilized, she couldn't do anything other than weakly shift her hips around, successfully getting Moira to hit that sweet spot deep inside of her.

"Moira~ I'm still sensitive~ I can't take it." Angela sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes. Moira didn't stop though. She thrust her hips faster, bringing one hand down to wrap around Angela's throat, squeezing in just the right spots to make her brain go fuzzy.

"You can do it, you can cum again for me." Moira rasped, breathing heavily at the effort to maintain pace. Angela could feel it, the sweet tightening of her core, the anticipation that made her hold her breath and shut her eyes.

"Please! Please, please, please, Moira!"

It felt like she was floating, all of her senses were overwhelmed by the sensations flowing through her. She didn't make any noise, her mouth was stuck open in a silent scream. Her back arched, pushing her chest against Moira's so hard that she could feel her heartbeat. Moira cooed in her ear, whispering sweet nothings while Angela fell apart in her arms.

"Too much!" Angela felt the tears falling down her cheeks as Moira kept moving. She was overstimulated, twitching and crying as the demon eventually slowed down. Even so, Angela still sobbed into the cloth on Moira's shoulder, feeling overwhelmed by all of the sensations.

"Shhh, quiet, pretty thing. I've got you." Moira's voice was surprisingly soft and calming. Angela stopped crying, trying to calm her breathing. She dried her tears, looking up into Moira's eyes once again. One blue, one silver.

Moira pulled her body away, slowly pulling the strap from Angela's sopping cunt. She lowered her until she was sat on the floor. Again, Moira stood over her shriveled form. This time, she didn't look at the witch like she was a pathetic mortal, instead she looked at her with fondness.

Aftercare was a blur to Angela, but before she knew it she was clean, in new clothes, and tucked into the warmth of her bed. Moira sat beside her, stroking her cheek with her thumb.

"It's time for me to go, pet."

"...Goodbye... Moira."

"Goodbye Angela, I will be back soon."

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Whew, that was hard. Thank you for reading this whole thing!

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[sanjisblackasswife]

Zoro Taking Care of You (FLUFF)

@roronoaswifey ❤️

Black Fem Reader

CW: Established Relationship, Mentions of stomach pains ig, Clueless YetSoft!Zoro

I dont usually like posting on Sundays but why tf nat.

“Where is she?”

Zoro kept mumbling through the entire Sunny looking for you. You usually were under him or he under you when he woke up from his afternoon nap, but you weren’t and it made the boy a bit upset.

Cranky at best.

Maybe even pissy. But don’t tell him that, he would never admit he relies on you to take a proper nap.

“What the hell could she be?”

He grumbled around, heavy feet hitting the wodden floors of the entire ship until he back tracked hearing your voice from a cracked door.

“He—“

There you were, in the fetal position, holding your tummy, your legs keep moving up and down against each other as if that could possibly soothe the consistent pain you’ve been feeling for what seems like HOURS.

You looked a mess, felt a mess, and seeing your big boyfriend look at you with a contorted expression didnt help.

“Zooooooo.” You whined throwing your arm up weakly, motioning him to come closer, you felt a bit conflicted though, you hated to have your man see you like this, so weak, so helpless, and just wanted to die at that point.

Little did you know Zoro hated whenever you got like this every month.

He usually keeps his distance, you’re a bit moodier and don’t like to be bothered, but this was different, you really were in a different kind of pain and without much words being exchanged he cautiously walked over to you, his big warm palm rested on your thigh.

“You um…you okay?”

“Do I look fuckin—-“ You couldn’t even finish your irritated snap back a sharp pain already knocked the wind out of you, causing you to spill out a whimper.

Zoro groaned, rolling his eyes, not because he didn’t care but because even in discomfort you still wanna be a little smart ass.

“Move over.”

“I can’t….ZOOOO!”

Without thought you felt his big bare strong arms curl around your body, to lift you and place you on the other side of the bed, throwing off his shirt Zoro wraps his arms around you again to place on his soften chest.

You wasn’t sure why, maybe it was his scent, the way his hand was rested on your arm rubbing up and down so softly against your skin, or maybe it was the small forehead kiss against your soft curls, but Almost in an instant you felt like crying, and due to your hormones that’s what you did.

“WHA-WHY ARE YOU CRYING I DIDN’T HURT YOU!?”

His panic ALMOST made you laugh, but you held it in to look up at his worried eyes, with the last bit of strength you had you touched his flustered cheek to kiss it. Feeling his face relax a bit from the sheer fear that was in his face.

“You didn’t. Thank you…”

Zoro looks at your tired eyes. Your body was used to sleeping against his that his warm immediately made you sleepy, he gently pushes your head back down into his neck.

Your boyfriend turns to your mirror beside your bed, seeing your sleeping figure, one of your legs over his, like you guys usually sleep, face lightly frowning due to subtle pains arising again, he looks at your hand pressed against your lower tummy and replaces it with his giant warmer one. He notices your face starting to soothe and he smirks, rubbing small circles against you.

He kept staring at you. Your face so soft, so gorgeous in his eyes, dammit he didn’t know what to do with you, if he could he’d just keep you inside his pocket to protect you from everything, and if he could; your cramps as well.

He looked back down, your lips just inches from his he notices your pretty plumped lips , he just couldn’t help himself from giving it a light peck, cheeks beginning to turn red hoping you wont catch him in the act as he still rubs your belly.

“Feel better, mama…”

[figgrrr0]

Could request ruining Tartaglia’s orgasm? I know he’s always written as a huge dom but like what I wouldn’t give to wipe that smug look off his face lol. I just think he’d be such a fun sub, yk he’d be so bratty and whiny. Afab reader with she/her it doesn’t real let matter if it’s foreplay or the main course-

No cause out of all the characters I could possibly think of, Tartaglia is the BIGGEST switch. He absolutely has the most versatility.

I did a headcanon/scenario type thing, but if you want an actual one-shot I'd be happy to try! I just did a bit of everything for you. (Also i didnt notice until it was finished but I didn't really mention the actual acts, so it turned out as GN)

I love this boy sm omg

Bratty Tartaglia headcanons

Reader: Dom!Gn // Genre: Smut

Cw: overstim, edging, bondage, ruined orgasms, dumbification, mentioned blowjob, almost dacryphilia

Tartaglia would be such a brat, almost at all times. He would have trouble picking up on when you just didn't want to deal with his attitude and attempts to fight back. Because of this, he'd get punishments so often that they just became your usual sex routine... it's a good thing he's a huge masochist.

Since I view him as a switch, he'd try to take control halfway during his sub sessions annoyingly often (it's rarely a serious effort, he just likes being put in his place by you). Bondage likely becomes a tactic that you have to rely on with Tartaglia for this exact reason.

If you're giving him a blowjob, he'll sneak his hand into your hair and try pushing you down at the pace he wants, which is usually faster than what is comfortable for your throat. If you're riding him, he'll flip you over as soon as either you or him cum, right when you least expect it... of course, you'd figure out his game after the first few times he does it, so tying his hands together or to the bedframe make keeping his behaviour in check so much easier. Leaving him completely open and at your mercy, no choice but to take anything you give him, and no way to chase the pleasure when you decide to take it away... it gives him goosebumps when he thinks about it, always slightly nervous when you pull out the ropes at the beginning of the night, never knowing what you have planned for him.

I don't think Tartaglia would have a preference between overstim and denial, but of course his reaction to each one is different, especially when ruined orgasms are brought into the play as well. He can take as much overstim or edging as you can dish out, rarely begging you to slow down or go easier on him (unless it's one of those times when he's in a softer mindset - when all he wants is to feel you against him, and to know that regardless of who is in charge in the moment, it will all stop the moment he needs it to). But, he can also go too far, overestimate himself and what he can take, to the point that he becomes completely dumb on you, begging for more even when he can't take it, when he can barely feel anything other than the pain anymore.

With edging, he's all groans and panting breaths. Lips bitten and bleeding, hands clenched, he chases the pleasure that was ripped away just as his torturous orgasm tears through him. His hips buck up sporadically into the air, even as your insistent hands try to keep him pinned down. His eyes are tightly shut as he lets out a choked, stuttered moan as the broken pleasure dissolves, cum pooling on his abdomen, before he lets out a huff of disappointment and his body relaxes into the bed.

However, with overstimulation, he's loud and energetic. Squirming and shuddering, moaning and whimpering, he can't help but push himself further into your touch, even as his body stutters away from the overbearing pleasure. When he cums this time, you pull yourself away from his needy cock, all red and leaking in his desperation to feel more and more of you, even as his aching bones beg for a rest. He cries out when the heat of your body leaves, his eyes flying open with unshed tears blinding his vision in an attempt to seek you out, the cold air settling over his sweat-coated body making his orgasm all that much more uncomfortable and dissatisfying.

But no matter what state he's in by the end of it all, he'll still manage to somehow rake up enough energy to push out some teasing remarks. Even if you're tired and done for the night, ready to take care of him and show him the love you'd neglected him of for the past couple hours of "punishment", he'd rather complain and taunt you, implying that you weren't strong enough to hold out with him for longer. As if you were the one who needed the rest from your rough activities, and not him.

After pushing you and demeaning you for a couple of minutes, you really have no choice other than to start all over again. Putting him in his place and giving him exactly what he'd been demanding from you, even after it all becomes far too much for him to take. He'd wanted it in the first place, after all.

He just doesn't know when to quit.

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Thank you for reading! 🩷

[yourtouchismidas]

When Matty does meet Gigi’s crush, the conversation of music comes up. Turns out he’s in a band with his mates and asks to play Matty some demos. And Matty listens and thinks “…. This is actually very good” and then they get on after that

so this will follow on from this blurb and this blurb.

matty is pacing. the boy will be here any minute. the boy and his precious little girl. he's played his song, stay away from my daughter you shit, to the guys, and they told him he absolutely must not play it at dinner. but he keeps looking at his guitar. he could. he could just not play nice. he could do everything you, gigi and his bandmates have warned him not to do. he could tower over this kid and tell him, hurt my daughter and i will hurt you.

instead, when gigi comes in the front door with him, all sheepish, he doesnt do that. he smiles politely. he holds out his hand to shake the boy's. he makes a point to hug gigi tightly, to kiss her on the forehead, to then look at the boy as if to say, "this is how much i love her okay, this is how much i care." the little girls all swarm around him, handing him toys and asking him questions and he distracts himself by picking up a twin and blowing a raspberry on her stomach while she squeals, then turning her round to see exactly which twin it is. stevie.

"sorry," he says to the boy, "it's a mad house in here."

the boy laughs, "i like it. i'm an only child," he takes a toy from lexie and wiggles it in front of her face.

matty says, "hm," and nods at him. he's not being friendly until this boy earns it. he disappears into the kitchen to finish cooking, while you make talk nicely to the boy and ask him about school. matty stirs spaghetti and listens to make sure this kid doesnt say anything out of line.

valley is standing beside him for a long time before he even notices. he jumps when he sees her and she grins.

"do you need help, daddy?"

"no baby go play."

"i dont want to," she says, "i want to make spaghetti sauce."

"why?"

"i'm not used to having a boy here," she says, almost shuddering, "feels... odd."

matty laughs, "i love you my girl. okay go get me the tomatoes from the fridge."

"will you let me chop then?"

"haha, absolutely not," matty says.

matty manages to be pleasant the whole way through dinner. he smiles at gigi, to let her know everything is okay, and to be honest, the boy seems nice. matty looks at gigi, he thinks about being on stage, about singing ruins for the first time, about running to the hospital afterwards, about seeing gigi, wrinkled and small and screaming, about the warmth of her laying on his bare chest. he doesnt finish his dinner.

when everyone else is watching tv/playing afterwards, matty excuses himself to put the twins down and get valley in pjs before sending her back downstairs. he pauses at the top of the stairs, about to follow, and then instead he slides into his music room. he has loads of messages on his phone from the guys, hows it going, whats he like, gigi okay?

he doesnt answer them. he picks up a guitar and starts plucking, quietly, so you dont hear and tell him to stop being anti social. he plucks the bridge of ruins. the only thing about us that's easy is love

suddenly there is a noise and he looks up. gigi's boy is here, wide eyed and slightly scared.

"oh sorry, i thought this was the bathroom."

matty smiles at him, "down the hall kid," he says.

"oh my god, that guitar is sick."

"right?" matty says, and explains where he got it, and how rare it is.

"i'm so jealous," gigi's boy says.

"you play?"

"yeah electric, acoustic and bass," he says.

matty nods, impressed. "got all of those here," he says, gesturing to where his instruments hang on the walls. gigi's boy looks around, awed.

"this is SO cool!" he says.

matty finds himself smiling.

"i'm in a band, you know," the boy says suddenly, quietly, shy.

"yeah?"

"yeah. me and a few mates from school."

"gigi didnt tell me that."

"we asked her to be in it," the boy says, babbling, "cos she's wicked on the drums. but also because you know, i've had this big fat crush on her since i've known her and it would be a good way to like, get to know her, but she said no, she said she'd rather i take her out for ice cream instead. she's so confident. i love that."

matty is smiling. the boy is blushing. he presses his lips together.

"i'll go find the bathroom," he says. "thanks for letting me see the guitar"

"what kind of music?" matty says. gigi's boy pauses and then turns. "does your band play?"

"erm, indie rock."

"sweet," matty says. "you written anything yet."

"erm," the boy says, and wiggles his phone out his pocket. "there's this. we recorded it the other day."

the song is called crush. matty listens. he hears the mistakes. the bum notes. the bits where the band aren't in sync. but other than that, it's good. for fifteen year olds, its more than good.

"that's... good mate. that's really good."

the boy grins, "really?"

"you write it?"

"i'm the main songwriter. yeah."

"yeah. not half bad at all. you guys should come jam with me and my band sometime."

"no way?!" the boy says, "really?"

"yeah. get gi to set it up."

"okay. no way. awesome!"

there is a pause and then matty says, "dont you need to piss?"

"erm. yes. yes sir. thank you," and then he is gone.

matty replays his song in his head. the lyrics. crush. it's obviously about gigi. its sickly. its sweet. it's a teenage boy crush. its him. years and years ago in ross' garage, crushing on some girl and writing about it.

he's written a song about gigi and now someone else has too. she's not just a muse. she's a fire cracker. a genius. a person. he knows that. but he also knows that if this guy likes her enough to write a song like that about her, the way he did with a teenage crush years ago, then maybe, just maybe, he's alright.

[ardbar]

hi!! i really like void anon’s idea, and it makes me curious about the parkour prison in that scenario. how does the prison exist? do noobs fall there, or do they get teleported there after dying to the void? how does the void feel about that? where is the parkour prison? does it exist between the void and the noob level, too far down to see? does it upset the void to not be able to take the fallen players, who instead get melted by the lava, nothing left of them? what happens in the fighter layer? does the void also have more control there? is that why the fighters are the way they are? seawatt wouldn’t have been affected by it until after the first movie, but the parkour villain was trapped there for a long time- above lava. how does the void feel about lava? it reminds me of how lava is so abundant in the nether, while there’s almost only void in the end.

i havent read their fic yet, maybe some of this gets answered, but i didnt have time to read it bc i have therapy soon ☹️☹️☹️ and i didn’t want to wait till after to talk about it bc my memory sucks!

Okay, so, I just finished reading the void anon’s fic. From what I understand the prison is unnatural. The way they described what happens when people fall is they fall the void takes a bit of their energy and then respawns them back above. However, later on the fic discussed how when people fall they are taken away from the void. While I don’t know if this was intentional I took this as at one point probably when the armored champion took over they created the parkour prison that teleports all those that fall into the void to it. This seems to have upset the void because its children are being stolen from it and so it helps make sure less of them fall. Again this is just how I interpret it if they feel like weighing in they are certainly welcomed to.

While not mentioned in the fic or at least not yet the fighter level I think would be rather interesting. I think it would be cool if after the fighter level was separated from everyone else they were brought into the voids influence. This could be used to explain why they people on this level at least currently are very adept at parkour, however they are still worse then Evbo. However it could also be that the fighter level is completely removed from everything and is sheltered in the parkour gods power, while the void might be present it isn’t connected to the mind or will of the void.

I’ll first address the lava point. I would think that in the prison people killed by the lava do truly die, they void is prevented from accessing them and thus has no power on the outcome. Now when it comes to bringing the dimensions into this we create a lot of questions that don’t really have any answers but that doesn’t mean it isn’t fun to guess. I’ve personally always like to think of the end as the birth place of the void and from where it’s infinite being strenchs out from into the other dimensions. In the end there is basically no bedrock besides the portals while it is plentiful in the other dimensions weakling the void. I personally liked how in older versions when you were around bedrock there would be this creepy fog showing that the void does affect the area around it, but it’s limited and trapped. I think I said somewhere but I think it would be cool if they layer system was created as a sort of buffer to keep the void back, in this world the bedrock has been destroyed and now all that can be done to keep the endless expanse back is by building pitiful walls that can only last so long.

I’m getting tried and have class soon so I’ll end it here. Also hope your therapy goes well!

[d10nsaint]

“I WAS FEELING INSECURE—SO INSECURE THAT YOU MIGHT NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE.”

ft. Aki Hayakawa

tw: insecurities, personal comfort, slight self insert , h!m€n0

On some days— your worst, your insecurities skyrocketed. You’d stand before the mirror, wishing for everything to go away.Your insecurities had such a far range, from yourself and your body and habits, to your boyfriend and those who surrounded him.

To you, it just was that everyone around Aki was perfect—beautiful, strong, assertive—and you were, well, you. You weren’t a beautiful boss, or a strong devil hunter with a team to lead. You were a normal person with a normal job.

Aki never understood your insecurities. You were his world, his safe space, where he went for advice. He knew about your ‘days’, and just couldn’t understand. You’re so perfect— whats there to be sad about?

He knows to—sometimes—leave you alone during times like this. Things like these are personal battles and you cant overcome them with help—its a battle of your own mind and how you see yourself. He can only help you in the aftermath.

Sometimes, during these ‘episodes, you’d just listen to music on an outdated music player, with an old play going on in the background.

He knocked on the bedroom door, just coming back from work.

“..[name]? are you in there?” He noticed that Denji and Power weren’t home yet—it was so quiet. ���I wonder what they’re fucking up now,’ he thought as he twisted the door handle open.

He slowly opened the door to find you sitting on the bed, head on a pillow, with your eyes at the cealing.

“..[name]?” He looked at you oddly. “Are you awake?”

Your gaze slowly shifted from the ceiling to his tall frame, peeking through the door. He looked so handsome, so effortlessly. He was also just so caring, so sweet. An amazing boyfriend. Multiple times, you’d ‘joke’ and say that he was too good for you.

“Aki,” you sighed, happy that it was him and not Power or Denji—you loved them, sure, but they were both insanely loud and ignorant, and at the moment, you couldn’t take the noise. You covered up the sigh with a light laugh, “Im sorry, I didnt hear you come through the door- come, sit.” You patted the sheets near you so he could sit next to you, exactly where he liked to be. But something was off.

He slowly shuffled over to sit next to you, as you propped yourself up again to lie down. He bent over to give you a quick kiss that seemed to put you deep in thought.

“ [Name], what’re you thinking about?” He seemed so confused and concerned—He was so genuine.

“I was just feeling so insecure,” you started, taking a deep breath before finishing, “so insecure that you might not love me anymore.”

A moment of silence filled the room before he let out a fake cough. “..why is that?” He was perplexed. Hasn’t he been taking care of you? Showing you affection?

You took a deep breath—what you were about to say was going to take a whole lot of guts, but it’ll also get so much off of your chest. You knew it was better to talk about your problems and come to a helpful agreement.

“Himeno.” Her name came out like a cracked whisper, maybe even a sob. “Himeno,..shes a reason that I feel like that.Shes always so close to you, so touchy. To any outsider, it looks like you both are dating.”

You turned over to the wall so you wouldn’t face him. You sounded so stupid. But you tried so hard for him, and he knew. At this point, you didn’t even know if he was being oblivious on purpose. How could a man not notice how close she was?

“ [Name], you know I dont like Himeno, we’re just co-workers. Sometimes, I even find her antics annoying.” He rubbed your back as he spoke, then leaned down to plant a kiss to the side of your neck.

“I dont know what i have to do to prove it to you, but I really dont like Himeno like how I like you.” He moved his body so he’d be getting off the bed.

“I’ll leave you in here. Tell me if theres anything you need,alright?” He walked to the door and almost finished closing it when you turned over a bit.

“Hey Aki?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

[chiiyuuvv]

fate encounter type thing with minjae where like yn and minjae run into each other in a convenience store and both go for the same ramen cup but its the last one and they stank eye each other before they randomly do rock paper scissors and yn wins the cup ramen but minjae still wants it so he keeps trying to convince her to atleast share and and and aaaaah

• PAIRING — minjae x fem!reader (i used she alot to refer to yn)

• GENRE — crack heads, angry co-worker, more crack heads.. i think thats it

• WORD COUNT — 641

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — i loved this request smm!! I hope i gave it the justice it deserves 😌😌

• TAGLIST — @hyunukitty (and yes 1 is worst, 10 is best)

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"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!!"

the workers and shoppers stop when they hear the random shout, turning their heads to watch a girl and boy quickly slam their fists on their hands, the boy letting out a scream of defeat when the girl opens her palm, indicating paper.

"I swear, it's something everyday." One of the workers mumble, rolling their eyes when the boy falls to the floor, bringing his hands together to beg to the girl.

You were that girl. You were a regular at that convenient store, always known to cause some type of trouble everyday. You decided to stop in, not only to annoy the workers, but to try their newest ramen flavor.

Everything was sunshine and rainbows when you noticed there was one left, skipping towards the container and placing your hand on it, only to feel another persons hand on it. You look over to find a brown and blond haired boy look over at you, giving each other the stink eye at the same time.

And when you declared rock, paper, scissors, you were a little nervous to lose, as you really wanted to try it. But that didnt matter, you won, holding back your laugh as the boy begs to you. "Pleasee~ theres enough for two, we could always share!!" He bats his lashes, sticking out his bottom lip.

And for a second, you almost gave in, quickly shaking your head and finding yourself a drink to go with your meal. "What can i do, so that we at least share."

"Hm, I dunno. I don't really share with random strangers."

"I'm minjae!!" The boy greets himself in a flash, blocking your way as he brings his hand out with a smile, wanting you to shake it. You look the boy up and down, before turning away.

"I'm twenty, currently in school. I really wanted to try that flavor too, so i was hoping if you would share!!" He follows you, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I know there's some kindness in you." He pokes your shoulder, a pout on your lips.

"Hmm.." you think to yourself. "Nah." You shrug your shoulder, handing your food to the cashier. "Come onn!!" Minjae yells, the cashier rolling their eyes yet again.

"Ooh, ooh i know!!" The cashier fakes a smile. "If i flip this quarter, and you get heads," he points to you, "and you get tails," he points to minjae, "you have to get out."

"Hey, thats not fair." You cross your arms.

"Fine, fine, if its tails the boy wins." The cashier flips the quarter in the air, minjae giving you a little smirk when the quarter lands on the table. "Heads!!" The cashier yells, minjae letting out another whine.

"HA!" you cackle, taking your ramen and walking to the exit door, turning around to stick your tongue out. "Ah, its okay kid, you can have this flavor instead, its pork instead of cheese."

"WHAT!" you stop in your tracks, minjae's turn to cackle. "Switch!!" You yell, throwing the ramen to the boys chest and reaching for his. "Ah, ah, ahh!! How about this." He reaches over for some paper and a pen, scribbling some numbers down. "Text this number, and maybe I'll consider." He winks at you, your face red as he walks out of the store

"And that, was how i met your father." You finish your bedtime story. The 'kids' clapping, some gasping. "Minjaes got rizz!!!" Hunter shouts, the said boy rolling his eyes with a scoff.

"Not really, but i love him anyway." You lean over to give minjae a kiss on the cheek, the boy smiling cheeky at you as the youngers groan in disgust. "Get a room!" Seeun yells, jinsik throwing a pillow at the couple.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He gets up, grabbing your hand. "Good night!"

"Good night!!"

[troofless]

just finished reading naruto! through fandom osmosis i obviously had been spoiled on all the important plot points but it still made for an interesting read.

pros:

kakashi (from accounting?), killer bee, sakura are the goat

lesser goats are yamato (bro got thanos'd at the start of the last arc lmao), shikamaru (ofc), might guy (rip rock lee character arc ig)

sasuke getting disrespected by killer bee and madara disrespecting everyone was the best parts of the manga you feel me

sasuke kills danzo like thank fucking god and it is also the best fight engineering tbh like the guy who has been victimised by the system perpetuated by danzo is killing danzo also danzo harvested all those eyes from uchiha clan like wtf

IN A VACUUM sasuke and naruto final fight ties everything up. all things considered having this big fight right after obito->madara->kaguya+zetsu made no fucking sense

found it funny that sasuke was acting so edgy but his kill count is so low like theres this scene during orochimaru time when he stands over a 100 bodies and they're like damn sasuke you didnt kill a single one of them. and then when he met edotensei!itachi he basically did the equiv of laying down his arms so itachi could talk no jutsu him out of massacring konoha except itachi was like 'i have nothing more to say to you' like lmaoooo

also sasuke did the funniest thing ever by reviving orochimaru to get orochimaru to edo tensei the hokages to get THEM to talk no jutsu him into not massacring the village

sasuke being completely absent during pain arc and last arc (until the end) is really fucking funny like what did he even do man. walk around, kill time, sit around watching itachi genjutsu kabuto

tobirama being a hater in contrast to hashirama is the funniest thing ever and i love the dynamic

tobirama telling his brother to shut up

haha obito and kakashi shared sharingan panels :)

TRIPLE KUCHIYOSE SUMMONING BY TEAM 7

lee stealing neji's eyebrows meme

shikamaru's dad telling him to burn his pornos

might guy 8 gates vs ten tails madara stole rock lee's wig actually might guy just stole rock lee's whole schtick

the idea that kakashi would have murked himself after witnessing the death of almost everyone in his lives if it weren't for might guy is so funny

how tf did sasuke and naruto lie on the ground with their severed arms forming a heart shaped blood puddle and end up married not to each other

you cant tell me bkg is not based on sasuke but if like bkg didnt have a baggage of a dead brother and clan, same for aizawa with kakashi except kakashi is just cooler cos hrksh flopped

cons:

did NOT expect a prophecy and reincarnation plot point

sasuke was so annoying whenever team 7 met up with him and tried to get him to go back like they shld have just forgotten about him like sai told them to

naruto feels too much of a golden boy at the end of the madara arc when he starts to talk no jutsu obito if that makes sense. plus he gets so power upped its like an automatic win button for any fight now, anytime hes in trouble hes like 'omg kurama give me more chakra dattebayo' and suddenly hes fine

also his friendship w kurama was shoved in so abruptly like kurama literally (really) talked to him for the first time during the last arc and warmed up to him in the middle of the fight with madara(??) like cmon at least drag it out and start during the pain arc

team 7 went for like 1 mission and you expect me to believe now they wld die for sasuke

sasuke (tries to) kill sakura like at least 2 times and one of those moments happens 7 chapters before the end of the manga how are they still together

how the fuck did naruto say 'wow... sasuke and i really r compatible... wind exists to boost fire...' with a straight face like cmon

pencil holder neji :( it felt like he rly just died to further the naruhina plot point like why

obito obsessing an unhealthy amount over dead rin like ig its consistent

how is infinite tsukuyomi even a paradise like bro you could genjutsu yourself to the same effect if that even makes any sense and it wouldn't be any diff + what happens if the chakra used to sustain tsukuyomi runs out anyway what im saying is that sasuke was more onto something with the whole destroying and building anew that what obito and madara were on

rip sakura. girl was like 'i can fight with you two now' w kaguya and then instantly had to be saved by naruto (this also happened with sai 'i am part of team 7 too you know!' like rip)

TALKING ABOUT WHICH they're literally in the final fight against kaguya who transports them into the lava and sasuke saves naruto with his summoned hawk but doesn't give a shit about sakura (and kakashi) and naruto has to point out WHERES SAKURA and turns out kakashi saved sakura (and obito) with his quick thinking and reflexes like what the fuck sasuke this was ur future wife what was kishimoto thinking

also sasuke right after that states that only naruto and sasuke can seal kaguya meaning if they die its game over meaning everyone else was second priority (so basically just abandon kakashi and sakura)

wait in retrospect literally after that sakura and obito go on to save sasuke via tping to where he is like????/ sasuke you kinda suck ass methinks

naruto and sasuke going from tag teaming to ripping off each others arm is the stupidest segue ever

SAKURA SHOULD HAVE LEARNED GENJUTSU AND USED IT IN BATTLES BECAUSE WHAT WAS THE POINT OF KAKASHI SAYING SHE HAD POTENTIAL IN GENJUTSU IF-

why the fuck did kishimoto feel the need to do the thing where a side character goes 'i can help now!! we can pitch in to support!! we are not weak anymore!!' and then get instantly bodied so they need to be bailed out by naruto

anyway it just goes to show writing climaxes and final battles r hard i guess. the only good 'fighting' mangas that had these r like. fma. chihayafuru (except i forgot how the fight ended). (bnhas kinda sucked for me cos i feel nothing for shiggy) (bleach final arc kinda sucked ass in general and ichigo shld have just ended after losing his powers as closure). oh but konosuba is pretty good tho (konosuba is just good fullstop lmao the ln is so tight in mixing plot points disguised as filler)

anyway if kishi or whoever did a rewrite of itachi pov id be down bc imagine being that guy who massacred his entire village for his brother and then spent years rogue in an organization and then died and then edo tensei'd to disrespect kabuto and then have the best talk no jutsu in the manga w naruto and sasuke which he could have used before he died on sasuke

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey beautiful 💚I have a request. If it's okay for you to write about 3kk Daniel where he's like 19 (bc of collage) would you make a scenario were he and y/n are the bestes of friends and got really close but before the kiss could happen Mr.miyagi interrupted and then a few days later he and y/n are fighting over Aly (I hate her in rl tho) and y/n is speaking but he couldn't hold it anymore and kisses her? If you don't want to do it it's totally fine it's a TIG page so I would understand 💚💚💚🙏

Of course I will write a Daniel one for you bibi 😊 I hope you like it 💚

You had been friends with Daniel for as long as you could remember, and over the years, your friendship has grown more and more each day. You loved learning karate along side Daniel and enjoyed the lessons from mr miyagi. Daniel saw him as one of his closest friends and he would always go to him for advice, but sometimes Daniel said that Mr miyagi would interrupt at the wrong time, case in point tonight. You and Daniel were just putting a few things away in mr miyagi's dojo when you both stopped for a moment to take a breath and sat on a little wooden bench outside the back door. "That equipment certainly is heavy isnt it Daniel?" "You could say that again" Daniel says before letting out a breathless giggle.

"Why isnt mr miyagi helping us put this stuff away?" "He said he had to call a friend of his, but dont worry Y/N were able to do it by ourselves" "You say that, and yet were both sat outside trying to catch our breath from carrying heavy things from one room to another" "Well you do have a point I supose" This makes you both giggle, and you cant help but slightly blush when you see Daniel smile at you like that. Trying to distract yourself, you look up into the night sky. "I cant belive how beautiful the stars look tonight, it's so clear" "Yeh....yeh your right" he replies. A little gust of wind blows against your bare arms and makes you slightly shiver. You did feel a little cold before, but now it was starting to seep into your skin. And Daniel notices the goosebumps on your arms.

"Hey, are you cold? Hear, let me help you" He sat right next to you, wrapped one arm around your back and places his hand on your arm, and his other hand did the same with your other one. That's when be started to rub his hands up and down your cold skin, trying to warm you up. "Thank you Daniel, you know you didnt have to do that though" "I know but, I uhh...I didnt want you to get to cold...." You couldn't help the little smile that spread over your face as you looked at him. That's when, just for a moment, everything seemed so quiet, so still, and the only thing you and Daniel did was look into eachothers eyes. He looked a little nervous at you as his eyes darted between your eyes and your lips, you knew you wanted to kiss him. You both started to lean in slowly, and just as both yours and Daniel's eyes closed as your lips almost touched.... "Daniel! Y/N! Why isnt this stuff all moved?" Shouted mr miyagi from inside the dojo.

You both pulled away awkwardly. "I uhhh, I supose we should get back inside?" "Yeh....yeh your right Y/N" You both stood up and went insde to finish putting the things away, and you didnt speak to Daniel for another 2 days after that. When you were coming out of a corner shop after those 2 days, you bump into Daniel. "Oh hey Daniel" "Hey Y/N, what's up?" "Just getting a few things, I uhhh... supose I'll see you at the dojo this afternoon?" "Yeh, I'll....see you there" Giving him a little smile, you turned to walk away, both of you felt so awkward after the other night. You arrived early in the dojo and it was just you and Mr miyagi, he said to you "Daniel is not hear yet, so I must run out and talk to my friend. I will only be about 20 minutes, are you ok to wait for me and tell Daniel?" "Of course mr miyagi" He leaves the room and heads out to his car, where he proceeds to drive down the street. As your looking out the window, you see Daniel arrive, but he isnt on his own, hes with Aly. You knew Aly had a crush on Daniel, and deep down you were worried that he felt the same for her. You could see her rest a hand on his shoulder, but he barley noticed and shrugged it off.

She walked away while Daniel wade his way inside, to see you on your own, and no miyagi. "Hey, where is he?" "He had to pop out for 20 minutes, he had to see his friend" "Oh...ok..." You both just stand there, twiddling your thumbs and looking away from eachother. "So? You were hanging out with Aly I see?" "Yeh kind of, she saw me walking down the street and tagged along" "she ummm...seems quite taken with you" Daniel looks quite confused. "Aly? Are you kidding me? No no she does see me like that" "You dont see it Daniel because your a guy. You dont know what girls do when they want a reaction from a guy. The way she smiled at you and rested her hand on your shoulder, that was a signal" He just chuckles. "Nah nah if a girl was into me, I'd know" You just look him straight in the eye. "Would you?" The room goes quite, and you dont know what to say next. "Listen Daniel, just....just tell mr miyagi I'm not feeling very well ok? I'm just going to go" "What? Why?" "I just dont think.....its nothing just, I'm going to go"

You try to walk past him to get to the door, but he takes your hand in his, stopping you from going further. "Y/N, did I do something to upset you? Please tell me" "Daniel its nothing, I think...I think you and Aly could be a nice couple that's all, and if she likes you like that then I dont want to bother you-" All the time he is listening to you speak, he just cant stop thinking about the other night when he almost kissed you, and he knew that Aly made you feel uncomfortable, he wanted to show you that you didnt have to feel like that. He stopped your speaking by pulling you in by your hips and pressing his lips against yours. It definitely shut you up, and you both just stay still in that position, feeling the softness of eachothers lips. It was only a little kiss, and you both pulled away so you could look at eachother. His eyes were so beautiful, and you felt so close to him, finaly not having to hide it anymore. Giving him a smile, you rested your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a much slower and far more passionate kiss, you both took your time and just enjoyed the blissful time you were sharing.

His hands were starting to move, from your hips, one was holding your back and the other came up and rested against your cheek. And of course, your hands just held his body closer to yours as the kiss deepend and got so much more sensual. After about a minute, you both pulled away and looked at eachother again. "That was way better than I imagined" "You imagined kissing me before Daniel?" He blushes and starts to stumble over his words. "Well uhh- yes- I- I mean- umm maybe once- or or twice- I uhh" You just smile and plant another small kiss on his lips. "I imagined it to Daniel" He breathes a sigh of relief, smiles at you and is about to lean in for another kiss, when mr miyagi pulls up outside in his car. "Shall we continue this later Daniel?" "I'd really like that Y/N"

[i-never-forgot]

got hit with the nightshade!shipping brainrot so im gonna ramble off to you about it. this one is a bit long.

over all i think eliana and dusknoir are such a good pair (and probably the best idea you came up with tbh) because of how their backstories and interactions from pre/post betrayal and the life that follows after play out and just how much these two slowly realize how important the other is to them when it all comes to a certain point.

eliana at first fearing dusknoir for reasons she does not know and feeling so weird and powerless with the feeling she has towards him because how can a guy who has been nothing but nice to everyone hide a sinister ploy that can be used against them for later? and even when she finds out later as to why she fears him, and how much she truly cannot bring herself to speak up against him for what she saw, she ends up being twirled around his little finger when he makes her believe just how much he isnt as harmful as she believed. he was like a warm sensation, in a way. a momentary feeling of warmth that made her feel seen when she didnt stand out amongst anyone else in town, much less out of lu's shadow that she willingly chose to stay in. to an extent, he was all the things they mightve said to her. and she bears her heart to him. she believed that he is someone she can confide in, someone she has no reason to fear. and dusknoir holds on gently to that trust.. and rips it to pieces. like drowzee, no good comes out of trusting a stranger with good intentions. and in the end, she believed that she had only herself to blame. she should've stayed away. she should've kept her heart close. because just like with grovyle, and just like with her first partner, she made the rookie mistake of growing attached. and just like everything, it ends up striking her in the heart. and in the years that follow, she is enraged. how dare he make her feel so.. loved? how dare he make her indulge in his affection, his appreciation, and just getting her to feel like she was more than what she saw herself as? and to just prove to her that he didnt care at all, too. but as time follows and when the future trio returns, theres that feeling. that cursed longing, that itching memory that reeks of a mixture between the coating of rose glasses and bitterness. she missed everything that they had. even with dusknoir turning over a new leaf, even with him not even fighting back (almost as if he was ready for that to happen, to atone and act as he is getting what he deserves.) when she unleashes hell and high fury against him, is it really worthy to let the heart make decisions that were proven to be a mistake in the past? is it safe to admit that something good can once more rise from the ashes of a past that haunts you? she doesn't know that. but she wants to believe that. so badly.

and of course, theres dusknoir. how-doo-dee-freaking-doo, dusknoir. i believe i already talked about him and his usage of popularity as a ruse-- a cloak he got way too comfortable with wearing, but its something that i cannot let go unmentioned.

dusknoir just growing more attached that for once in his life, he can appreciated. he can be remembered for something *good*, something that he can look back to. it's good to be remembered, and for how much he knew it was all gonna be over the moment grovyle was gonna get caught before finishing his collectathon, dusknoir has hit his biggest folly, the unspoken enemy in his grand plan. his ego. simply put, he played a bit too much into the act of being a "grand and wise explorer", and it was working because he lived up to the rumors that were surrounding him. a wise, kind explorer who was strong just as his heart was big. he made himself what others saw in him, and he dwelled too far into presenting himself that way that he failed to consider the one possibility he had not thought of.

someone fearing him.

not because it wasnt possible, far from it, but because it created a crack in the crystalline dome he hid himself under, and it showed him just what he needed to be here for. to kill. to exterminate. to prevent a small obstacle from getting in the grand scheme of things. that he should be feared by everyone, because he has the resources and abilities to make them fear him. but thats where it struck him. he didnt want to be feared. he wanted to be loved. it felt good. it felt nice. and in the midst of his endless endeavors to try and present himself as what he is (and what he knows he is not), he tried his hardest to show eliana that he is everything she was told about him. but somehow, there was a lingering feeling of fear in the air. like she knew something he did not. like she felt something about him that would prove that his self presentation was flawed. yet she did not have the willpower to say it, or let alone prove it. but oh, that did not stop him from trying to be what everyone saw him as. going from making her feel seen, making her feel valued and cared for, making her feel like she is an honest-to-god human that deserves to be cared for just like everything else.. only for his self-constructed positive facade to crumble when the pokemon he worked so hard to gain the trust and appreciation of (be it out a desire to prove that he was not dangerous or just because he may or may have not felt something deep down) ended up being the same person who was his second worst nuisance from so long ago. yet even with that, he had no issue with playing along, and using the trust he was given as a weapon to end all means necessary. it killed him from the inside out but he would rather die than admit it.

but when he truly ended up 'dying', only for that end to be graciously stolen from him? oh, he was so scared. because he saw the face of the person he had hurt so much in every single part of the world around him. from the trees, to the ground, and to the mountains above. phantom blood graced his hands, and it never washed off no matter how hard he tried to wash it away. he became her sun, and he ended burning her under his own hands. and he slowly burned himself in the process, too. he was afraid, when he had no reason to be.

and now, here he was. back in the future. the world changed. old faces went and departed, new ones filling their spots. for how much he worked on to be better and be the 'great' person he was told to be, he knew she will never see him that way. she sees right through him, thick and thin. he isnt fooling her, much less anyone but himself. and part of him knows it. he doesn't deserve to be here, forgiven and happy amongst those who see him for what he is today than he was in the past. and between his desires to truly be happy with himself, and make it up to her.. he knows that what was done was done, and it feels so bad. for how much he wants everything to go back to how it was with her.. he will need to go through peaks and valleys before she will let him get a centimeter closer. the idea is silly, and even impossible to begin with.. but he has to try. he wants to make amends, and be what he failed to be. for her, for everyone, and for himself.

tldr the leaf fox and the big ghost man make my head hurt. anyways sorry for the literal wall of text once more. needed to get this out of my system

Me, seeing this right after I woke up: Yeeesssss😈I am going to be chewing on this all day long lol

THE CRANE WIVES LYRIC YOU SLIPPED IN THERE?! I AM SOBBING

You’re so on the money with her conflict on the matter. She sees, as time goes on, that Dusknoir really has changed; her conviction of him still hiding something or plotting against them finishes every time she sees him doing something that wouldn’t amount to anything regarding a sinister ploy. She tries to reason with herself that he has done such things before, like saving her and Lu in Amp Plains, but she has to acknowledge that felt…different. (Because it was. It wasn’t done out of strict benevolence, he did that bc he genuinely feared for her and Lu’s well-being. No motivation beyond him not wishing to see them come to harm. Ironic, that.) But as she becomes less certain of his new intentions, the more she wonders about whether his affections has ever been genuine. Was there a point where he suspected her true identity and played along to trap her? How much of what he said and did was truly sincere? Why would he waste his time helping her so much if all he was after was to kill her?

Her curiosity, again, is really what does her in and breaks down her initial set of walls. She asks him bluntly to give his side of the story. He gives it willingly, regret and guilt lacing every word. She doesn’t accept it outright, but it’s a start, too at least know what her thought about it and what happened. This reduces some of her outright animosity towards him, but she by no means trust him at this point. She’s still angry and bitter (and hurt), but it’s a start. She sees that even he is capable of change and has been working towards going so, harder than she would ever have expected of such a coward. (She doesn’t realize that it’s mostly for her.)

“HE DIDN’T WANT TO BE FEARED. HE WANTED TO BE LOVED.” SAY IT LOUDER FOR THOSE IN THE BACK!!!

Eliana made him want so much more. Earning her trust felt like the best kind of reward he’d (n)ever gotten, and at some point along the way he stopped trying to maintain his personage and started just…being with her, for her. He got greedy, he thinks. He should never have tried to invest in something so personal, and his punishment was finding out who she truly was. It only affirmed, in the moment, that he would never be able to hang onto anything good for himself. And what made it worse was that after that point he still had to play along, act as if he was unfazed by the inevitability of her execution. And, despite himself and his inner turmoil, the torture he was enduring trying to rationalize with himself that he had no choice (but did he? could he change his mind? no. but Eliana…no. he couldn’t stop now. could he…?) He placated her and indulged himself and it only hurt the both of them in the long run.

And Dusknoir working himself to the bone to make amends and reparations for everything he’d done, but having to wait tortuous, agonizing, anxiety-riddled years for her to return to the future—having worked himself up for the confrontation when they initially returned to Treasure Town and finding her not there being such a bittersweet mixture of emotions—so he can finally finish his self-appointee redemption, to be met with such utter opposition that doesn’t seem to budge no matter what he does. He knows he doesn’t deserve her forgiveness, least of all her understanding, and he by no means uses acts of kindness as a way to win her over (bc it was ultimately rendered to amount to nothing after his betrayal, all his past actions made moot), but that’s all he knows how to do—to offer himself, his hands and his knowledge, his undying servitude—and he struggles with a vicious cycle of her rejection since she sees his efforts as things done in vain, paled and worthless in comparison to what he did before, and his own acknowledgement of his helplessness and uselessness in the matter. All he’s worth is in what he offers others, and that means nothing to her.

Fortunately, Eliana has the habit of pitying the most miserable of creatures. And Dusknoir is the most miserable of them until she finally, finally offers him the faintest sliver of a chance—to explain himself, even if she’s already made up her mind that the ends would never justify his means. So he’s honest—as transparent as he could never afford to be before—down to the last detail. For what little it’s worth, he sincerely cared for her. He wanted her to be happy and to succeed. It was his own folly and cowardice that made him decide to do what he did, to follow through with his plan despite the circumstances having changed—he accepts that responsibility, even knowing it won't change her opinion of him. And she has to sit with that knowledge for a long time before she allows it to alter her opinion of him.

He will be anything she wants him to be. Even if that means that he might have to be nothing to her.