#she always makes these posts like she made some big incredible spread and it's always the weirdest shit you've ever seen

[spurgie-cousin]

Is this not the weirdest dinner combination ever? Or is macaroni and cheese, sauerkraut with sausage, and mixed canned veggies a normal combination somewhere

[mizusbabygirl]

double double ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

player 380 (se-mi) x fem reader AND guard 011 (kang no-eul) x fem reader ────୨ৎ──── cw: no-eul and se-mi both have a g!p (girl penis), threesome, creampie, unprotected sex, blowjob, masturbation, sexting??, some fluff bc why not

i’m incredibly sorry for not posting a lot anymore. i’ve just been really busy lately but i’ll still take requests because yes, i need more ideas 🙏🙏.

you dip your fingers deep inside your vagina, your fingers trace around your wetness, the pink flesh inside your pussy. soft moans escape from your mouth as you struggle to reach over to grab your phone with your unoccupied hand to record yourself fingering and playing with your pussy and send it to the girl who you’ve been crushing on since high school.

this love interest of yours has also had feelings for you but you two have never dated since your former classmates didn’t like the idea of same-sex relationships.

but now that you’ve graduated and you finally feel confident enough to do whatever the fuck you wanted, you finally found the chance to have contact with that girl again.

se-mi was her name, wasn’t it?

you thought to yourself as you tapped on the record button on your phone and continued pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy. you made a few fake moans to make it seem more lewd than it already was. you found yourself spreading your folds with your fingers, playing around with your clit and teasing yourself until you eventually came.

what if she forgot about me and found someone else?

you thought again as you saved the video into your camera and tossed your phone aside as you made your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

she couldn’t possibly… she basically promised that she would give me the world back then.

you went back to your room and picked up your phone, starring at the “who’s this” message from her. you let out a big sigh and started typing away, explaining who you were, hoping she hasn’t forgotten about you.

“se-mi, you seriously don’t remember me?”

read

your head falls back against the couch’s backrest, feeling your phone drop out of your hands. your eyes become teary realizing that se-mi didn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

2 months later

it was the day before valentine’s day and you were in your room snacking on chocolate bars and scrolling through instagram, seeing all your friends post their partners. you felt happy for them but you were tired of being single and alone. suddenly, you see a notification and to your surprise, it was se-mi.

a smile grew on your face as you immediately opened her message.

“hey, let’s talk”

seeing that message made you giggle, you finally thought the universe granted your wish and that you were finally going to be happy.

just as you were typing, an incoming call popped up on your screen.

it was her.

as you were calling with her, your brain flooded with memories that you shared with her back in high school. you felt like you were finally at peace for once. you felt like you finally have gotten what you’ve wanted.

after the call, you both agreed to go on a date at a local restaurant the next day for valentine’s day.

“my pretty girl, i’m sorry i haven’t answered you for so long, nonetheless, i’m also sorry i never even tried getting in contact with you again after we graduated,” se-mi said as she held your hand tightly as the two of you walked out of the restaurant.

you stopped and watched her reach for something in her bag, she pulls out a letter along with a small gift box.

“it might not be much, but this sure is given to you by me with lots of love. happy valentine’s day,” se-mi said as she handed the gift and the letter.

you held the small box in your hands. curiously, you open the box carefully and find a small pink beaded bracelet. it was the bracelet she wanted to give you back in high school.

“se-mi, how did you manage to keep it for all these years? you really haven’t forgotten about me haven’t you?” you smiled.

“no. in fact, i’ve always dreamed about the day we could finally start dating and perhaps start a future together soon,” se-mi said and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

you starred into her deep dark brown eyes, her gaze looking soft and full of love that made you want to pull her into a kiss.

you missed the feeling of her soft lips meeting yours, her tongue entering your mouth, her taste, her soft whines. but here you are, experiencing that all over again.

you found yourself under her, her body pressed against yours, on top of you on your bed. both of you felt hungry for each other and the fabric of your clothes began to feel uncomfortable as if you were urging to take them off to feel her bare skin against yours.

“baby, before i take my clothes off,” she hesitated as she broke the hot make out session between the two of you, “i want to share a secret of mine to you”. se-mi rolls off the bed and unbuckles her belt. you tilt your head, you curiously wonder what type of secret she was hiding from you.

just as you began unbuttoning your shirt, she unzips her pants and pulls them down, revealing her grey boxers.

“you wearing boxers is your biggest secret?” you giggled but your smile eventually faded away as soon as you saw a bulge. your eyes widened as she pulled them down.

she has a dick..? it definitely looks real but it looks bigger than average…

you felt your pussy getting wet at the sight of her dick becoming hardened. so you immediately undress yourself, leaving yourself only wearing a pair of pink panties that will soon be torn apart by the hands of se-mi.

“se-mi…” you whined as her tip teased your clothed pussy. “you know.. it would’ve been funny if i told you about this back then so that way i could be pounding your pussy all day everyday in the school bathrooms,” se-mi giggled as she spread your thighs.

“oh baby..!” you moan out loudly as se-mi reaches over and rips open your panties, revealing your tight pussy covered in its own juices. you lick your lips at the feeling of her hard member about to enter your tight pussy.

se-mi rubs her tip around your slick, making you whine and feel frustrated since she kept edging you.

oh but how much she loves watching you whine and get all fuzzy when she teases you…

just before you could stick it in yourself, you feel her push her dick inside you, causing you to scream. “oh fuck.. never knew it was that fucking huge!” you let out a loud moan as she started thrusting inside of your baby maker slowly, but hard.

you could see the satisfaction se-mi had on her face and she looked fucking proud having her new girlfriend act like a slut for her dick. she watched you crave for it, savour it, watched your pussy devour it whole.

“you know,” she spoke up, her voice sounding quite raspy, “there was this girl that went to the same school as us and she also had a dick like me”. her thrusts accelerated but her main goal was to beat your cervix deep and hard, no matter the pace.

“her name?” you spoke in between moans. “kang.. hmm i don’t remember…” se-mi answered, her thrusts creating wet slapping sounds that mixed perfectly with her moans and yours.

“well for now.. it doesn’t matter, doll,” se-mi’s voice became gentle as she was about to cum. “oh fuck!” se-mi yelled out as she gave you a creampie, her hot cum filling up your womb.

you squirm around the bed feeling her hot load mixing around in your womb. “se-mi..” you moan, her body collapsing on top of yours. “her name was kang no-eul,” se-mi whispered into your ear.

2 months later, you and se-mi were constantly getting into arguments, meaning your relationship with her wasn’t working out how you wanted it to. but what she doesn’t know was that you recently started talking with no-eul.

yeah, you’re an asshole for that…

but are you really one? besides, se-mi wasn’t fulfilling any of your needs, not even the bare minimum. so what does she expect? does she expect you to still stay with her even though your relationship with her is in the ruins?

you don’t remember much about no-eul. all you remember from her is how she used to get in trouble at school a lot and how she constantly dated many girls at once. you never liked no-eul since you thought she was a jerk and an asshole. but you came to think about how she could probably have matured by now and how she could probably be better than se-mi.

the air felt warm, the flowers outside went from being small buds to beautiful colourful flowers with petals of all shapes and sizes. it was may and you recently have broken up with se-mi since you found no-eul now, and you realized how much better she is than se-mi.

you and no-eul weren’t dating yet but today the two of you decided to go to the mall as a small date. no-eul had a thing for constantly touching your thighs, hugging you, caressing you, even in public. you never minded it though, in fact, you loved it.

as the day was ending, no-eul had to go home but you didn’t have a lift so you went in her car. the ride home wasn’t awkward at all since the two of you were listening to songs on the radio that the both of you enjoyed.

“don’t you want to stay at my house for the night instead?” no-eul suggested as she parked outside of your home. you shaked her head, rejecting her offer since you weren’t comfortable enough yet. but as a way to build comfortability with her, you leaned in and gave her a peck on her cheek. “i’ll see you later, i promise,” you said as you gave her another kiss on her cheek and then you got off the vehicle.

that night, your feelings for her began to grow and so they did as the week went by.

“fucking brat,” no-eul grunted as she pushed your head against the bathroom stall the two of you were having sex in. your back was arched and you were bent over, taking her dick inside you. she pumped her dick in and out of your pussy and asshole.

she was so fucking advanced at this…

anyone who entered the bathroom could hear the moans and fast slapping sounds coming from the stall the two of you were in.

“fucking tempting me all day with you wearing a skirt and you only wore a pair of panties with a hole in them underneath, fucking pervert,” no-eul said as she put her finger inside your mouth as she kept thrusting inside your pussy. “don’t pull out,” you spoke up, your saliva coating her fingers as she put another one in. “you want me to breed you?” she asked using a sarcastic tone. you nodded. “you seriously want my cum dripping out of your pussy in front of everyone? have fucking morals,” she asked again, thrusting in slowly but hard, clearly giving signs that she was about to bust a nut inside of you.

“oh but how could i ever want to pull out? your gummy cervix feels so stretchy and warm,” she giggled as small spurts of her seed spurted inside of you. she gave her last thrust and pushed her dick inside of you, as deep as possible as her cum filled your cunt. it didn’t have much difference to se-mi’s cum. but you could tell se-mi’s was much more watery and no-eul’s was thick and sticky.

she pulled out, a string of her cum connected between her tip and your pussy. you turned around and adjusted your skirt and put your panties back on quick, not having enough time to wipe off her cum from your thighs and pussy.

“let’s go to my house at this point.. you’re going to feel uncomfortable all day if you walk around like this,” she said, giving you a kiss on your lips.

just as soon as you entered her home and she shut the door behind y’all, she unzipped her pants, bent you over, lifted your skirt, pulled down your panties and began fucking you relentlessly again. “take off your clothes please, oh fuck, i want to see your tits and everything,” no-eul said, her voice reeking with lust.

she threw you onto a nearby couch, you quickly took off your skirt and unhooked your bra, and took off the rest of your clothes.

she threw herself onto you, her tits pressing against yours, she gave you sloppy wet kisses on your lips. her nipples became hardened and turned into a bright pink color as she entered you again. this time, it slipped inside of you perfectly since her dick was covered in her own pre-cum and your pussy had her left over cum still dripping out of you. “you’re so hot, mommy,” you whimpered as she threw your leg over her shoulder and felt her jack hammering inside of you, beads of sweat coating her forehead. “mommy, eh?” she giggled, clearly feeling aroused by the pet name you gave her.

“come on baby, i want you on your hands and knees now, and don’t forget to arch that back,” she ordered as she randomly pulled out and saw you follow her order. instead, the upper part of your body laid on the couch making it better for you to arch your back as much as possible.

she slipped it in again, she gave your ass a sharp slap. her hands gripped onto your sides, thrusting in deep and fast.

“your ex.. se-mi.. wants to see you again,”

later that evening

you were laying next to no-eul, cuddling with her until you heard your phone ringing. you reach over to pick it up and took a look at the phone number that was calling.

it was se-mi.

“no-eul, you were right!”

“pick it up then, let’s see what she has to say,”

you answer the phone, and hear se-mi’s voice. you haven’t heard her voice since the day you broke up with her.

“i’m outside of no-eul’s but you can tell me to leave,”

“no, no, it’s fine—i’ll go unlock the door for you,”

“great, thanks,”

“before you hang up, why’re you wanting to see me again?”

“we’ll talk about it when you let me in,”

you hung up the call then turned to look at no-eul, who was listening to the entire conversation. “i’m not stopping you,” no-eul said. “but she’s my ex—aren’t you worried she might want to get back with me,” you added.

“and is that my problem? besides, you know who’s better,” she said then reached over to caress your cheek. you sighed, “fine”.

you opened the door and saw se-mi standing in the doorway. before you could at least say hi to her, she walked right past you and went directly towards no-eul.

could it be that no-eul asked se-mi to come over?

“slow down! fuck!” you yelled out as se-mi bounced you up and down onto no-eul’s dick.

here you are, having a fucking threesome with your ex and your current girlfriend.

“your pussy really loosened up after getting with no-eul, didn’t it?” se-mi giggled, her hands lifted your body up and down onto no-eul faster and faster until you couldn’t take it anymore. “too bad you can’t see how pretty she looks right now, bouncing up and down on you, no-eul,” she teased.

no-eul scoffed, rolled her eyes and said, “and too bad you couldn’t be a good girlfriend for her so she had to run to me.”

se-mi furrowed her eyebrows and stopped what she was doing. you got off of no-eul’s lap then watched se-mi push you onto the bed. you laid on your stomach and felt se-mi grip onto your hips and pulled you towards her. “se-mi.. i missed you,” you uttered. se-mi, with a smirk on her face, began to fuck your pussy from behind relentlessly. she didn’t care about starting off slow or gentle, she went fast and rough, her tip hitting the end of your cervix with each pound.

“no-eul, don’t you want to join?” you asked. no-eul got in front of you, pulling your hair, making your head lift up to look at her. “of course i do,” she said. “open your mouth, baby,” no-eul ordered as you opened your mouth slightly.

“good girl,”

no-eul slipped her dick inside of your mouth while se-mi continued pounding you from behind.

this would make a great porno, wouldn’t it? the title for it could be double double.

too bad no-eul was actually fucking other girls whilst the two of you were dating. she never matured.

se-mi was really the one for you. afterall, despite the ups and downs, she always stayed loyal and she knew your heart only belonged to her.

[talaok]

Hii love! How have you been? I hope you’re doing really great!

I was hoping I could request a Pedro x f!reader ooor Joel x f!reader? Reader is really drunk and so she confesses her love for him? I’m a sucker for drunk confessions hihi she’s really miserable because she loves one of them for so long but never said anything bc she’s insecure…

Oh and also, thank you so so much for your writing, it never fails to make me smile when I’m feeling down and your stories are helping me cope with stress 💕 Congratulations on your beautiful blog !!!! 😍

ok, so here's the thing, since you were so incredibly nice I decided not to choose, but instead do all the combinations, so here is: drunk confessions with Pre-outbreak!Joel, Post-outbreak!Joel, and Pedro Pascal.

pre-outbreak!Joel

"you're drunk, babygirl" he chuckled to himself as he held the bar's doors open for you.

He had offered to give you a ride home immediately after he noticed you getting a little too affectionate with everyone at the bar. 

He had originally gone out with Tommy, but as always as of lately, the thought of you had occupied his mind.

He didn't see you, he heard you first. Your beautiful laugh sounded off the walls of the dimly lit space and instantly, he (and Tommy) had known the plans for that night had changed.

" 'm not" you lied, struggling to see exactly where you were supposed to go.

"sure you aren't angel" he mocked, that smug grin still tugging at his lips as he put one of his strong arms around your back so he could guide you to the car.

The cold night air did nothing against the hot wave spreading through your body at the contact.

You wasted no time leaning into him.

He smelled of aftershave and of the hours spent working beneath the sun, and god if you didn't want to just bottle that scent up and get drunk on it every night.

"You didn't have to do this you know?" you spoke softly, your head raising to look at him better "One of my friends could have brought me home".

He laughed, his thumb unconsciously stroking your side, "I don't think any of them are in any better shape to drive than you are" he explained, lowering his head to look at you. Your pretty doe eyes made him momentarily forget what he was saying, but he quickly recovered, "Also, I don't mind"

You snorted, "You don't mind getting drunk women home? " you joked "perv"

He rolled his eyes, his mouth betraying him as it twitched into a smile "Why are you so drunk anyway?"

Your eyes briefly focused on the sky behind him before coming back to his.

"firstly," you paused for dramatic effect "I am not that drunk"

He just chuckled

"and secondly, I have some things on my mind"

"yeah, like what?" he asked, "do I have to beat someone up?"

"I wish it was that easy" you sighed, clinging to him 

He frowned "Is it a man? Did you meet someone?"

Your heart decided it would have been a good idea to pause for dramatic effect too.

"uhm- I-" Oh god you were too drunk to do this "No, it's-it's complicated"

He hummed in understanding " When is it ever not complicated?" he said "But I'm sure whatever it is it will work out, any man would be lucky to be with you angel"

And there it was, that stupid feeling in your chest whenever he said things like that.

"thank you" you murmured offering a thin smile

 __ __ __

The ride home was silent except for the soft music playing on the radio and the sound of the wind blowing through the open windows.

The air smelled of summer and cut grass, and as you soaked in the feeling, an idea arose in your mind.

A bad idea, a really bad one.

But you were drunk, and you only live once, right? He had said that any man would be lucky to be with you, so, of course, you couldn't help but wonder if he had also been included in the hypothetical, and well... now was the time to ask.

The car came to a stop right in front of your house.

You could see the lighted porch and the familiar tree in the middle of the yard, but your mind was elsewhere.

"You want me to walk you in?"

You turned to him, his big brown eyes hypnotizing.

It was now or never.

"No, I-" you stalled, knowing what you wanted to say but not knowing how to say it.

"What, angel?"

"Remember what we talked about before?" you spat out, your stomach suddenly twisted in itself 

"you mean your "complicated" situation?" he air quoted

"yeah, exactly" You nodded

"Sure, why?"

Oh god

Oh fuck

what had you done?

"Well, I-" You had to glance somewhere else, at the steering wheel, at the windshield, even at your hands, but you couldn't look at him.

"I was... I was talking about a man"

Something flashed behind his eyes but you couldn't quite put a finger on what it was.

"Do I know him?" he asked 

You could almost laugh "Well... yeah"

"Is he good to you?"

You looked at him again, just to see his complete attention directed at you, as if at that moment, only you existed.

"yes" you nodded

"Who is it?" he finally asked.

You struggled to swallow what felt like concrete in your throat.

Your palms were sweaty and your body temperature had gone up in a matter of seconds.

"Joel..." you breathed, your chest rising and falling rhythmically as you stared deep into his eyes "Joel, it's you"

There. You'd done it.

"w-what?" It wasn't every day you heard Joel Miller stutter.

"I like you, Joel" Now that you'd said it it was impossible to stop "I have for a while now"

"you..." he looked at you incredulously, as if you'd just confessed to him of being an alien.

" It's ok if you don't feel the same, we can go back as if this never happened, I just felt like I needed to tell you"

"No" he spat "No, no, we're not going back" he spoke frantically, making you smile "I like you too, angel, a lot," he said, "Ever since you moved here- I- I- Are you sure you're not just drunk?"

Your heart was beating out of your chest.

Did he just say that?

"No, Joel, it's the truth" you grinned

"fuck" he breathed, his eyes wide "I can't believe this" he murmured, leaning closer 

"I really want to kiss you right now"

"then what are you waiting for?"

~~~ ~~~

Post-outbreak!Joel  *angst because I can't help myself but there's a happy ending*

"What were you doing there?"  

He would have sounded mad to anyone else, but you knew he was really just worried.

"what were you?" you retorted, the alcohol in your veins giving your confidence a boost.

"you shouldn't hang out at places like that, those people aren't ones you want to be around when you've had too much to drink"

you didn't miss how he had avoided your question.

"Especially the men... god, sweetheart, I saw at least six guys eyeing you the entire night" he sighed, the pet name fleeing his lips involuntarily.

"how come you can go and I can't?"

He passed a hand through his hair, clearly in distress.

You were the only one able to do that, make him anxious and scared at the possibility of anything happening to you.

"y/n you know why"

"no, I don't" 

you both stopped in the middle of the street, the faint glow of the light poles barely illuminating your faces.

You could still hear the voices from the makeshift (and illegal) bar just around the corner, but the sound of your beating heart was predominant.

"Because I'm one of them" he breathed

"and yet, here you are, walking me home"

this was the thousandth time you'd had this conversation, this endless circle of you trying to convince him he wasn't the monster he thought he was, and him not believing you.

"That doesn't matter"

"I think it does"

"it's different"

"How?"

"because it's you"

You paused a moment, not knowing what to say.

Tiny little butterflies flying in your belly once again.

"You're a good man, Joel," you said, placing a hand on his bicep "No matter how hard you try to convince yourself of the opposite"

You noticed his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed thickly.

"you don't know that y/n,"

"oh but I do" you murmured, absentmindedly getting closer "I can see it in everything you do" you spoke "I really do"

"Y/n-" he tried to speak but your lips were already on his.

You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the pent-up tension you had both spent years creating but for some reason, you couldn't do it anymore, you couldn't go on pretending that just the thought of him didn't make your stomach twist and turn.

His hand went to your face, holding it as if you were about to slip away, as if in a second you were gonna change your mind.

His lips moved together with yours, and for a moment, you were the only person on the planet.

That was, just for a moment of course, for the second Joel's mind started working again, he knew he couldn't do this. No, not to you.

He leaned away, dropping his hands by his side.

You immediately knew something was wrong, and as pathetic as it was, felt tears prick your eyes.

"this-this is wrong" he shook his head

"Why?" you could only ask in a shaky whisper

"You don't want this, you don't want someone like me"

You forced yourself to take a deep breath. You were not gonna give up, not now.

"but I do" 

"y/n you deserve someone better than me" he spoke softly, like his own words hurt him too.

"That's not true, Joel" You promised "and even if it was I don't care. I want you, and I'm tired of pretending I don't" 

"You don't know who I am, what I've d-"

"I do! I know exactly who you are Joel, and that's exactly why I love you" You spoke louder now, frustration and hopefulness mixing together dangerously "Just, please- tell me the truth, tell me how you feel so that I can at least go to sleep tonight knowing that I tried" you begged "it's fine if you don't feel the same, I just- I just need to know the truth"

"Y/n, you-you're drunk, you don't mean this..."

"Joel, please" you forced the tears in your eyes to stay put "You know I do, just tell me. Please"

His hazel eyes bored right into yours, and you were sure that if it wasn't for all those beers in you you wouldn't have been able to hold his glare.

"sweetheart I-" he didn't know what to say.

He couldn't tell you the truth right? he couldn't tell you that since he first saw you you'd been haunting his mind like a curse, he couldn't tell you that for the first time in years, he found himself smiling at something so small as you laughing at something he'd said, he couldn't tell you, because for as much as he had grown to love you, he knew, with a horrifying certainty, that he could never get used to being loved by you, by someone as perfect as you.

"Please Joel" you begged him once more, and as much as he fought it, he couldn't do it, he gave up the fight the moment he heard that sweet little voice of yours breaking.

He couldn't lie to you, not anymore.

And so he didn't.

"y/n" he said "Of course I love you"

~~~ ~~~

Pedro Pascal

You had no idea what the fuck you were doing.

Not one. Zero. Nada. Niente.

The cab had come to a stop and you still hadn't decided what to say.

The club you'd just spent the past few hours dancing and drinking at was much closer to his house than you had expected.

Your heart was thumping in your chest as you stepped onto his front porch.

You glanced at the taxi to make sure it was still waiting for you and found the driver looking curiously at you.

You had asked him to stay when the sober part of your brain realized this wasn't gonna end well.

You took a deep breath, purposely ignoring the fact you had noticed all the lights being off as you knocked on the door.

fuck, this was a mistake.

Everything fell silent for a few seconds, even your mind, and then, you heard the lock tick and the door opened.

Ok, you can do this

Pedro squinted, trying to get a better look at you.

He instantly noticed your outfit and the way your tight dress hugged every part of your body and he had to force his eyes to look away.

He, on the other side, was in what you could only guess were his pajamas: a Lakers shirt and boxers.

"y/n?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep.

"I'm sorry, were you sleeping?"

He cleared his throat, passing a hand through his messy bed hair "no, don't worry I couldn't sleep"

"oh, alright" you breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did something happen?" he asked, eyeing the taxi beside you.

"N-no I just..." Was it just you or was it much harder to breathe all of a sudden? "I needed to tell you something"

"oh," what looked like fear fleshed behind his eyes "You want to come in?"

"n-no it's ok, I'm gonna be quick"

"alright" he nodded, wide awake now

"so..." you trailed off, "ok, the thing is that I-" you bit your lip, your nails picking some skin off your thumb in nervousness "I..."

"Sugar you're killing me here, what is it?"

You forced a small chuckle "I'm sorry" said, trying to calm your racing heart "fuck- ok, you know what? I'm just gonna say it" you decided, not giving yourself time to think about it before spitting out your next words.

"Pedro, I like you. Like- a lot" You tried to smile but your nerves got the best of you "And I know this isn't ideal and that I'm drunk and everything... but I just need you to know"

His eyes were blown wide "You're drunk?"

"well, kinda" you blew him off "but that's not the point, Pedro, I really really like you, like so much it hurts to fucking look at you" You laughed softly now at how crazy you must have sounded " I never told you because I know you don't like me back, and it's ok that you don't, but I just wanted you to know that I really fucking like you because it's been eating me alive for so long and I just needed to say it out loud"

Silence spread once again, his eyes were trained on you, and yours on his.

None of you moved or talked, and you took it as your cue to go.

"ok, I'm gonna go now" you spoke "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, goodnight" You turned to walk away when a hand grabbed your arm.

You turned around, finding his eyes trained on you with an expression you had never seen on him before.

"sugar..." he finally spoke

And there it was, the "it's great you feel that way but I think we should just remain friends" speech you could have felt coming from a mile away.

"y/n are you sure you want to do this now?"

"what do you mean?"

"I mean you're drunk, and maybe you'll wake up tomorrow and regret all of this"

"I don't care, I just wanted to tell you" You shrugged "and there's not really anything to do, Pedro, I know you don't like me, it's fine, I'm gonna go home now"

an unexpected laugh fled his mouth "You really believe that?"

You frowned, your breathing getting heavier again.

"sugar, do you really have no idea what you do to me? About all the nights I spend thinking of you? All the times I dreamed of doing exactly what you're doing right now?"

Your heart had decided to stop working completely, and to be honest, who could blame him?

There it was, Pedro fucking Pascal telling you all about what you do to him.

"I-" you could only stutter

"y/n, fuck- baby, I just- I always assumed you wouldn't want to be with someone like me"

"What?" 

"Well I mean, you're very much out of my league sugar"

"you're kidding me right?" you laughed "You're Pedro Pascal, what are you talking about?"

"And you're Y/n Y/l/n," he explained, a smile tugging at his lips.

Silence again, but this time lighter, it was an incredulous, happy silence filled with realization.

"So what does this mean?" you asked, breathless

He grinned "I have no idea," he said "I just-god, I wish you were sober so I could kiss you"

"You can kiss me"

"I don't want you to forget our first kiss"

"then I'll come back in the morning"

he smiled "Promise?"

"Promise"

[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 5031

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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YASMINE Today marked the exciting premiere of Raw on Netflix, a moment I had eagerly anticipated. After years of being confined to cable, this shift represents a fresh start and a new era for streaming services. While I was in my apartment enjoying my favorite show on Netflix, I realized I didn't have a title match tonight. So, I made the decision to attend the premiere and stroll down the red carpet.

I'll be joining Trin and Jon for the premiere tonight to show my support for Jey. He had a match against Carmelo earlier, and I anticipated it would be quite the spectacle, especially given their real-life rivalry.

While engrossed in my show, I noticed my phone vibrating on the glass table. Curiosity piqued, I picked it up and saw a message from Jey. A smile spread across my face as I began to craft my response.

IMESSAGE💬 Joshua🤍: Hey mamas Yasmine🩵: Hi big daddy I miss you Joshua🤍: I miss you too baby girl you'll get to see me tonight whooping some ass Yasmine🩵: ikrrr I hope you whoop his ass good Joshua🤍: 😭 but for real though you gonna walk the red carpet with me to the premiere? Yasmine🩵: yes? Why wouldn't I? Ik these interviewers wanna see two champions together and ask questions 💁🏽‍♀️ Joshua🤍: you is funny mama so what? We matching tonight? Yasmine🩵: yeah I already have a outfit planned for tonight Joshua🤍: might pull up with my pink shiesty mask on along with some black sweats, not shirt, and a opened suit yfm Yasmine🩵: you and these shiesty mask boy 😭😭 you better come accordingly Joshua🤍: girl you know how I rock my style Yasmine🩵: yeah, yeah imma be riding with Trin and Jon Joshua🤍: aight then baby girl I'll see yo' fine ass there Yasmine🤍: you too 💗

After messaging Jey, I quickly scrolled through my social media to catch up on recent happenings. That's when I stumbled upon Carmelo's story, where he posted a picture with the girl he cheated on me with. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their relationship.

 Being the women's world champion was an incredible experience for me; it truly felt like my destiny to excel in this field. I eagerly await the arrival of a new challenger, as I understand that my reign as champion may not last forever.

Jey and I have been thriving in our relationship over the past few months since reuniting. While we occasionally have our differences, it's never a concern because we consistently find common ground and resolve our issues.

Since I defeated Liv for the title, she's been giving me the cold shoulder at work, and with Dom trailing after her like a lost puppy, it's become unbearable. I really hope I don't run into her tonight, or things could get messy.

✧˚° It was almost time for me to head to the premiere of Raw tonight on Netflix I was putting on some lip-gloss while rubbing them together making that "pop" effect sound before placing it down in my purse, I touched up my makeup one last time before hearing some loud ass music playing outside along with the horn honking.

I was certain it was Trin and Jon.

As I glanced out the window, I spotted their black Chevy waiting in the parking lot. I double-checked to ensure I had everything I needed, including my championship trophy, before making my way downstairs and towards the door.

As I approached their car, I noticed Trinity lowering her window and giving me a playful look that made me blush, while Jon rolled his eyes at us, clearly not a fan of our moment.

"Girrrrl you look so good for the premiere," Trinity said.

I tossed my hair back with a grin and said, "Thanks, darling! I have to look my best for every occasion," as I wrapped the title around my waist.

"The gold accents really elevate your outfit, making it stand out even more." I was surprised by how many compliments I was receiving tonight as Jonathan started driving us to our destination.

As we drove toward our destination, I gazed out the window, captivated by the sunset painting the sky. The soothing sounds of SZA's "Doves In The Wind" filled the car, and Trinity and I couldn't help but join in, singing along to the lyrics with joy.

"Real niggas don't not deserve pussy, meanin' it's more, you see right through walls," I sang while vibing out.

Then Trinity came through, "ain't talkin' about pussy, meanin' you deserve the whole box of chocolates," meanwhile Jonathan was just looking at me and her while shaking his head.

"Imma tell Jey y'all singing crazy over here in my car," Jonathan said.

Trin and I couldn't help but laugh at him as we enjoyed the moment, singing along to the lyrics. I genuinely cherish these times with his family, and I truly hope the rest of his loved ones will embrace me as well.

As Jonathan steered us closer to the arena for the premiere, I couldn't help but notice how massive it appeared compared to any venue we had visited before. When we finally arrived, the sight was electrifying—an enthusiastic crowd of fans erupted in cheers and screams, their excitement palpable as they welcomed us.

As Jonathan switched off the car, we all stepped out, making our way to the vibrant red carpet for the premiere. I took the time to sign posters and shirts for my fans, capturing memorable moments with them through photos.

"YASMINE! YASMINE! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" the fan shouted as I blew them a kiss.

As I searched the crowd for Jey, eager to walk alongside him, I finally spotted his smile. I made my way over, but he had his back to me, completely unaware of my presence. Gently, I tapped his shoulder, and when he turned around, his beautiful smile lit up his face as he took in my outfit from head to toe.

"Damn, girl you tryna make me act up right now?" Jey said as he gave me a hug.

I wrapped my arms around him, inhaling the familiar scent of my favorite cologne that he always wore, especially before his matches. As we slowly separated, he kept his hands resting on my waist, looking down at me with a gaze that felt both tender and intense.

Jey pressed a gentle kiss against my shiny lips, making me chuckle at the sight of his lips shimmering with my lip gloss. I couldn't help but adore this man even more. My eyes traveled from his head to his toes, taking in the outfit he had described to me.

He certainly looked impressive, though.

"C'mon boy, let's go and get our pictures taken," I said as he nodded his head interlocking his fingers into mine.

While capturing moments together and enjoying some slow-motion shots for the cameraman, we then strolled down the red carpet for the premiere, where we were soon approached by an interviewer.

"Yasmine and Jey hello! It's so good to see the next it couple come to the premiere of Raw being on Netflix I'm Kelly from wrestling podcast, how are yall doing?" Kelly said.

"Well, Kelly when you have two champions in front of you, you don't know how to feel honestly, but for real though we are doing good happy to be here for the premiere," I said.

"Jey, you have a match tonight against Carmelo Hayes, how does that make you feel?"

"Respectfully, I didn't come here to be all friendly with this dude you feel me? He's going to get the yeet down and put some respect on my name," Jey stated as I was admiring him speaking.

"I can see that your girlfriend here is going to be cheering you on for tonight is she your number one supporter in all of this?" She asked.

He nodded, his gaze fixed on me with admiration for my features. "Absolutely, she's my greatest supporter in everything, and I'm her number one fan in all that she does. Just look at her—she's your women's world champion." The way he spoke about me sent my heart racing.

After wrapping up the interview with Kelly, Jey and I made our way into the arena, where we were greeted by the sight of our fans eagerly purchasing our merchandise. As security guided us toward the backstage area, we couldn't wait to connect with our supporters.

I was feeling hungry, so I made my way to the catering area to grab a bite to eat. Meanwhile, Jey was heading to his locker room to prepare for his segment. As I was addressing my mistake, I noticed someone approaching me from the side.

"I don't know how he deals with a girl like you," Liv said as I turned my head around focusing my attention on her.

I shot her a questioning look. "He understands how to handle me because he's a man, Liv—something you wouldn't grasp, especially with Dom trailing behind you like a lost puppy," I replied as I made my way to the table.

"But A real man doesn't cheat," I turned my head around quick while getting in her face.

"Look here bitch, if you wanna keep playing these little games with me so be it how about you worry about yo' man cheating on you with Tiffany instead of trying to take mines," After I said that I sat down at the table beginning to eat my food.

I watched her standing there, utterly astonished, fully aware that she wouldn't gain the upper hand this time. I refuse to let that happen.

As I was about to take another bite of my meal, I suddenly felt her yanking my hair, and the sound of the glass plate crashing to the floor echoed around us. My mind raced with disbelief—how could she be pulling my hair, especially after I just had it done yesterday? All eyes were on us, and in a moment of instinct, I kicked her in the stomach to break free from her grip.

I pulled her hair, forcing her down to the ground as I climbed on top of her, delivering punch after punch to her face. I had no intention of playing games tonight; all I wanted was to look stunning for my man and enjoy watching him take charge. But she just wouldn't back off.

I forcefully struck her head against the floor repeatedly, with onlookers witnessing the entire scene unfold. "I told you not to play with me bitch," I spat while continuing to punch her head in.

I suddenly felt a powerful force yank me away from her. Just as I was ready to resist, I turned to see Jey, shirtless and clad in his black sweats, standing there. I also noticed Dom entering the scene to retrieve Liv.

"Let me go Josh! I wanna fuck her ass up!" I shouted trying to fight Jey off of me.

"Mama! Mama, she isn't worth it, look at me," Jey said as he turned me around to face him.

"She ain't worth it," I glanced at her when he mentioned it, noticing the blood trickling from her nose. A smirk of satisfaction crept across my face; this was exactly the sight I relished.

I smiled and nodded in agreement as he adjusted my hair, truly a gentleman. Jey led me to his locker, and as we walked by Liv and Dom, I couldn't help but give her the finger before focusing my attention back on Jey.

✧˚° OMNISCIENT Yasmine and Jey finally approached his locker room, engaged in a lively conversation about the events that had unfolded earlier. Just as they were about to step inside, they were interrupted by the sound of someone clapping their hands.

Carmelo was seen strolling backstage, his arms crossed confidently over his chest.

"Well look at what we have here, we have the cheater and the delusional one yall make a perfect couple," Carmelo said as I rolled my eyes at him.

"You still on that shit? Find something else to talk about sounding like Liv right now," Yasmine retorted while placing her hands in her hips.

Yasmine and Jey were both too pressed for time to handle Carmelo's nonsense tonight, especially considering what Yasmine had just done to Liv. "I mean ain't it funny how you accuse me of raping you and then put me on a restraining order and here's the kicker your dating someone who cheated on you!" He exclaimed.

Jey stepped in front of her just as she was about to speak, confronting Carmelo directly and giving him a slight shove.

"How about yo' ass do allat talking in the ring instead of messing with us huh? I hope yo' ass take a lot of misses tonight from that shit talking you be doing," Jey spat.

Carmelo scoffed at him, "whatever you say Unc," that's all he said before brushing past Jey while he looked over his shoulders.

Yasmine swiftly pulled Jey into his locker room, preventing him from doing anything reckless to Melo. She leaned against the dresser, her gaze fixed on Jey as he meticulously wrapped the white tape around his fingers.

As she bit down on her finger, a mix of excitement and desire coursed through her. Her gaze was fixed on her man as he prepared for his match against Melo, and her mind was flooded with tantalizing thoughts that only added to the thrill of the moment.

Jey's curiosity was piqued when she remained silent, drawing his gaze upward. He found her looking down at him, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "What's going on, baby?" he asked, his deep voice resonating like a powerful melody.

"Oh, nothing just admiring my man that's all," She said softly.

He wore a sly grin as he set the white tape down on the table beside him. Rising from the couch, he strode toward her, his towering 6'2" frame casting a shadow over Yasmine. She looked up at him, her wide, innocent eyes making her feel diminutive in his presence.

Jey embraced her waist, his free hand tenderly stroking her cheek. He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before trailing his lips to her neck, prompting her to tilt her head to the side, inviting him to explore further.

He was now kissing her neck passionately, as if she were his Luna, claiming his space. Jey looked up at her, and she returned the gesture, smiling warmly as she marked him in her own way.

"You so fucking pretty mamas," Jey said

"Thank you big daddy, "Yasmine exclaimed as Jey lifted her by the thighs, setting her down on the dresser while positioning himself between her legs.

He gently cradled her chin, leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and as their mouths moved together, Yasmine could sense the undeniable desire he felt for her, and her alone.

Jey quickly removed her one-piece outfit and panties, while he followed suit, feeling his excitement press against his stomach.

He stroked his dick a few times before sliding himself inside of Yasmine's warmth as him and her let out a groan throughout their make out session.

SMUT WARNING Jey was giving Yasmine his deep strokes while she was moaning his name in his ear softly keeping him close to her body, he had his hands gripping both of her ass cheeks digging in her shit.

He was whispering nasty shit in her ear while thrusting in and out of her wet cunt, "this pussy feels so good miss being in this shit," he whispered softly.

He had his hand wrapped around her throat and her legs over his shoulders going inside of her deeply while Yasmine was rolling her eyes in the back of her head.

Foreheads were pressed against each other as they kept their eyes on each other too, he loved the way he was fucking her right now seeing her crumbling underneath him.

Seeing her titties jiggling throughout his thrust he was giving her them long deep strokes that she likes before he went crazy on her.

"Ouuu fuck big daddy, you fuck me so good," Yasmine moaned.

"Yeah? Baby?" Yasmine nodded her head yes while throwing her head back in the process.

The dresser began to creak a bit every single time Jey's thrust would get harder the air began to thicken around them feeling nothing but heat coming through the room.

Yasmine licked her fingers while placing them on her soaking clit rubbing it back and forth as Jey was fucking her like no other could, "yeah, keep rubbing that pretty pussy mama, I love that shit," he grunted as he began to speed up his pace.

They both look down at the sight of his dick sliding in and out of her,  Jey had his bottom lip tucked in while his  dark lustful brown eyes were focusing on Yasmine.

She kept rubbing her silk folds curling up her toes in the process as she was nearing her orgasm soon, all you could hear were skins slapping against each other in the room.

The way he circled his hips hitting her g-spot so well was driving her insane as her lips parted into an "oh" effect saying his name so that people could know who she belong to.

She leaned in closer to him placing her lips on his while passionately making out with each other his tongue was swirling inside of her mouth exploring every part of her mouth there was.

Yasmine bit the bottom of his lip while pulling back before going back into the kiss which she knew that he loved that shit from her.

"Fuck, daddy, fuckk," Yasmine muttered.

"Mhmm," he responded back while pounding her gushy insides in. "This my pussy baby?"

Yasmine nodded her head yes earning a slap on the thigh, "Y-yes, Yes, yes!" She mewled out between the kiss.

Jey could feel that she was about to come all over him so he pounded into her more harder and harder making her see stars at this point.

Yasmine felt a knot coming down in her stomach as she continued to rub her folds back and forth in a fast-paced motion clenching her abdomen in the process.

Jey loved the way she was clenching around him they pulled away from each other breathing heavily, as Yasmine was about to lose her mind.

All she needed was for him to say those few little words coming from his lips and she'll make a mess on him her eyes were begging for him to say something to her knowing how badly she hated when he teased her.

She was almost pouting at this point causing him to have a grin on his face going near her ear. "Gon' ahead princess make a mess on daddy, after that imma fill you up so good Ma," Jey whispered.

He continued on, "cum for daddy,  coat your milky cream on my dick mama, I want it all," and that was all she needed to hear letting out a loud moan escaping her lips clenching her legs in the process.

Her body began to shake, eyes rolling in the back of her skull at this point, as her milky cream coated up his dick so well feeling defeated.

Jey pummeled her now sensitive insides determine to get his nut after hers as she was tapping his shoulders to slow down.

"D-daddy! Please...fuckkk," Yasmine cried out.

Jey shook his head, "Un-un, take this fucking dick like a good girl for me baby girl," his soft whispers were like music to her ears obeying him like a good girl she is for him.

The head of his dick was gliding through her cervix so easily Yasmine couldn't even use her brain to think or even comprehend anything the dick was making her feel loopy.

She noticed that his movements were getting sloppier and sloppier each thrust that he was giving her, digging her nails into his back causing him to hiss.

Jey buried his face in her neck cursing underneath his breath while feeling his dick twitch inside of her, he wanted to fill her up so good.  "C'mon, big daddy. Nut in yo' pussy, this is all yours," it caught Jey off guard hearing her speak like that to him it was sexy.

"You think you deserve daddy's nut baby? To fill up those inner walls of yours?" He responded back.

His strokes became rougher and harder as the dresser began hitting up against the wall feeling his dick twitch again inside of her warmth, "Yes! Ouuu! Shit! I want it big daddy!" Probably the whole entire hallway could hear what was going on behind the door.

Rolling his eyes in the back of head along with feeling a drop of sweat coming down his face, "fuckkk," Jey slammed into her one last time feeling his warm seeds shooting ropes and after ropes inside of her inner walls both of them letting out a satisfying groan.

Jey thrust into her slowly making sure that his seeds didn't spill out of her.

SMUT OVER Jey and Yasmine were panting as he withdrew, taking in the sight of her back pressed against the wall, her hair and makeup in disarray. The sight made him chuckle softly.

He slipped back into his sleek black sweats and paired them with his vibrant blue PSD boxers, all while assisting Yasmine with her outfit. Her legs felt like jelly, but fortunately, she had her makeup bag and brush on hand to touch up her hair and makeup.

Jey stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting soft kisses along her back. With a playful grin, he playfully smacked her left cheek, adding a touch of mischief to the moment.

"Joshua," Yasmine said sternly glaring at him through the mirror.

"What? Don't look at me like that," he said.

"Stop being a horny rabbit boy," Jey rolled his eyes at her while putting on some deodorant just to refreshing himself.

As she completed her makeup, the anticipation grew; it was nearly time for her to make her way to the front of the ring to catch Jey's match against Carmelo. Just as she was about to leave, her phone buzzed in her hand. Glancing at the screen, she noticed a message from Trinity waiting for her.

IMESSAGE 💬 Trin🤭🫶🏽: girl where yo' ass at? Minnie🧃: I'm on my way now I got caught up Trin🤭🫶🏽: by caught up you mean you got some dick from yo' man before his match Minnie🧃: somethingggg like that 🤭🤭 Trin🤭🫶🏽: yall two are so nasty like honestly Minnie🧃: don't act like you wouldn't do it with Jon if he had a match tonight Trin🤭🫶🏽: actually he does so I might get some later but cmon!🙄 Minnie🧃: aight aight lemme say bye and I'll be otw Trin🤭🫶🏽: hurry up

Yasmine was taken aback by how this girl was hurrying her along. She couldn't help but laugh at the message as she watched Jey putting the final touches on his outfit for the match. He sported his eye-catching yeet crop-top, paired with his trendy yeet glasses, a shiny silver Cuban chain, and grills that sparkled in his smile.

Looking all types of good.

She approached him, her arms encircling his neck as she gazed through his glasses, absorbing every detail of his face. He looked down at her petite frame, gently pressing his lips against hers and then placing a tender kiss on her temple.

Yasmine, aware that she needed to leave before Trinity became frantic, reluctantly broke away from him, a smile playing on her lips after yet another passionate moment together.

"Okay, big boy. I gotta go before Trin starts tripping I'll see you out there love," Yasmine said.

They gave each other one last kiss while doing their handshake together.

"A'ight then mama I love you,"

"I love you too," Yasmine walked out his locker room heading towards the ring side.

She finally sat down in her seat in the front row seeing Trinity looking down at her, "girl what?"

"Took you long enough I thought y'all two were fucking again," Trinity said as I nudge her in the arm.

"Girl, please that man has a high sex drive just like your husband so what can I do?" Yasmine did have a point there about the Twins.

Trinity shrugged her shoulders, "I guess you're right, I heard what happened between you and Liv earlier today," she said.

Yasmine rolled her eyes in the process, "I wish Josh didn't hold me back I wanted to snatch her ass bald keep playing with me," Trinity had chuckle at her friend telling her she wished she could've seen it.

✧˚° Jey delivered an impressive performance in his match against Carmelo, showcasing his dominance throughout. It was clear he was on the path to victory as he had Melo cornered, executing his signature move, "The Uso Splash." With Carmelo pinned down and the referee counting, the excitement in the arena was palpable as Jey secured his win.

1! 2! 3!

DING! DING! DING! Jey celebrated his victory over Carmelo, with his music pumping in the background. Yasmine and Trinity were in full support, cheering him on. Yasmine couldn't help but feel thrilled that her man had once again handed Melo a decisive defeat.

He stepped out of the ring, making his way toward them. He planted a kiss on Yasmine's lips and wrapped his arms around Trinity in a warm embrace. The energy in the arena was electric as they danced and celebrated, the cameraman capturing every moment as the music pulsed around them.

Yasmine had intended to stay for the remaining matches, but Jey was adamant that he wanted her to come home with him. She informed Trinity of her early departure, and Trinity was perfectly fine with it. Yasmine happily followed Jey, almost like a little girl eager to be by his side.

Jey decided to take them back to Yasmine's house, as she was feeling quite exhausted after a fun day. She had relished the experience of being on camera, proudly showcasing the title she had won from Liv.

As Jey drove, the smooth sounds of R&B filled the car, creating a soothing atmosphere. Meanwhile, Yasmine was peacefully asleep in the passenger seat, completely at ease. Jey kept one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested comfortably on his thigh, enjoying the moment.

He couldn't help but steal a few glances at her drowsy form, a smile creeping onto his face as he pondered how fortunate he was to have her back in his life. With that thought in mind, Jey took a right turn, steering his way toward Yasmine's apartment complex.

As he approached her apartment complex, he parked the car in the lot, turning off the engine. He unlocked his door and moved to her side, unbuckling her seatbelt, momentarily forgetting about the bags in the back.

He gently lifted her and brought her inside, transforming the couch into a cozy bed for her. After settling her down comfortably, he stepped back outside to retrieve their bags. Once he returned, he set the bags down softly beside the couch, removed his shoes, and quietly closed the door, careful not to disturb Yasmine's peaceful slumber.

Jey entered the closet to fetch a blanket, preparing for a cozy night downstairs. When he returned, he noticed Yasmine had shifted in her sleep, a charming sight that made him smile. Gently, he draped the blanket over her, then removed his shirt and sweatpants, joining her under the warm fabric. He pulled her closer, cherishing the warmth and intimacy of the moment.

He noticed her discomfort with the outfit she was wearing, so he skillfully removed it without disturbing her, leaving her in just her underwear.

Jey wrapped his arms around her, drawing her nearer to his heart, allowing her to feel the rhythm of his heartbeat. He gently pressed a tender kiss on her forehead, then closed his eyes, surrendering to the comfort of sleep.

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uceyjucey: YEET 🤍 minnieminks: you look so good big daddy 😍 uceyjucey: @ minnieminks thank you mama with yo' fine ass 😘 romanreigns: yall need to get married atp uceyjucey: @ romanreigns chill zillafatu: damn Uce when did you bag her? uceyjucey: @ zillafatu for a minute now trinity_fatu: periodddd BROTHER jonathanfatu: what is up with this big daddy shi? 😭😭 yall is some freaks MontezFordWWE: my innocent ears😭😭🥲 uceyjucey: @ MontezFordWWE you'll be aight uce 😭 americannightmarecody: YEET 🤍 yaonlylivonce: why is she calling you that? minnieminks: @ yaonlylivonce don't worry about it honey 😘💋

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A/n: hellooo i am back and well sorry I haven't been updating lately just been more focused on Novacane and also I was really sick so I couldn't even comprehend on writing a chapter lol but I'm better now also I am pissed that they banned mf TikTok bro like damn we can't have shi fr. 💁🏽‍♀️

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY

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@plutoonwheels this post is for you because you wanted to know about my divine warriors inspired novel

i have a very small amount of things figured out but here’s some basics for it

so it’s gonna be told from all of their perspectives, and it’s gonna run from when they were humans to when they “disbanded” as the Divine Warriors and like, died. so. something i have going is that the continent is like Pangea was, and then once’s the warriors start having their disputes it splits into their respective regions (ie. Ru’aun, Tu’la, Gal’ruk, etc)

anyways one of the first things i’m doing is name changes so i don’t get sued (obviously. though, i haven’t decided if i’m gonna keep like their titles like ‘the Matron’ ‘the Keeper’ etc) most of them are still very work in progress and tbh i don’t even have a name for shad so 💀 anyways here they are

Irene the Matron: Serena is the only runner up i have but idk if i like it oh well it’s a placeholder for now (like most of these names are)

Shad the Destroyer: nothing. nothing sounds good enough. if y’all have ideas like… lmk

Kul’zak the Wanderer: Cyrus. it just seems very… idk. i feel like it fits for the sort of role i have him in

Enki the Keeper: Aspen??? i feel like it’s super on the nose for him tho and idk if i like that but i like Aspen 😕

Esmund the Protector: Ezra. the singular one i will not be changing

Menphia the Fury: Seraphina and Sloane were two that I really liked, but i’m leaning more towards Sloane because I feel like there’s already an iconic angry character named Seraphina??? cannot for the life of me remember what from though

i still have it to where they’re the only ones with any sort of magic at the time of their living, and they all have like different kinds of magic. but I haven’t het figured out how that magic spread to other people as well. hm

anyways. i kept some of their backstories the same. actually I think Shad and Irene were the only ones with proper backstories. anyways. background for them:

so Menphia is a very skilled hunter, very survivalist. all of her senses are heightened, she’s incredibly quick and agile and stealthy, and she has a very powerful gut feeling at times. she also physically looks like an animal (i haven’t decided which one, but i’m thinking feline since in mcd tu’la is her region) so she kind of got shunned. she was able to deal with it for the most part until one day inciting incident happens (don’t ask me what it is, i don’t know) and she’s forced to run away from her village and be on her own. this sort of places her in the same boat as Shad

Enki is from a very cold region of the continent (later the Gal’ruk region). so this part of the earth has EXTREMELY harsh winters and hardly any warmer summers, so it’s very hard to survive there. harvest is always pathetic and so many people die every year from starvation, hypothermia, some random animal, whatever. so when Enki was a child he discovered that he could actually grow plants and make the soil better for growing different things. basically he has like an agricultural power and as a result he keeps the village alive by making everyone storable food. even at his young age he’s put in charge of food rations and village trade, and overall Enki is very praised for his magic. (i haven’t decided what else he has though)

so Esmund is like a prophet. hes not like a super good one, and he only gets brief visions and gut feelings that are right luke 74% of the time. honestly i made it to where he makes himself a matchmaker/couples counselor of sorts for some reason?? idk i just feel like he’d be the kind of guy to look at two people and be like “oh yeah. they’re soulmates” yk. idk, his whole thing is still very much a work in progress, one of the big things i want for him though is to be unhappy and unsatisfied with his life and wishing he could do more. he is also a very big guy so he has like super strength and stuff

okay, Kul’zak and Irene are both from Scaleswind. in this little “rewrite” Irene didn’t found Scaleswind, it was just the small province she lived in. it did however prosper tremendously under guidance.

Shad’s backstory in mine is basically identical to what Jess had it as. i haven’t decided whether or not i’m gonna change it, for now i’m keeping it just cause i like the dynamic for him. the dynamic being someone that wants to help but only messes things up. so he like goes on the run and figures the best way to help is to become a ghost essentially, so he spends most of his life in the woods alone

but this isn’t about her rn, we’re talking about Kul’zak. so he’s a father figure to Irene and significantly older than her. he’s the only other person his fellow citizens have seen harness magic so it’s rumored that he’s Irene’s biological father (he’s not). but the fact that Irene and Kul’zak have such a close familial relationship doesn’t help either. but anyways, I haven’t figured out any solid powers for Kul’zak, but I haven’t decided that he ends up being a father figure to all of the Divine. he is also incredibly intelligent and has a natural curiosity for literally everything

okay, and then finally Irene. so like in canon she has healing powers. she’s praised for this throughout the village of Scaleswind because it comes in handy often. eventually her healing powers get known throughout the land and slowly more and more people start settling in Scaleswind. eventually it becomes too big for the people to govern themselves, so they elect Irene to have reign over them. she reluctantly agrees because she just wants to help them and then yeah, she becomes leader of Scaleswind

so the way they all come together. Shad comes first, and he just happens upon Irene while she’s trying to temporarily get away from her duties. they start talking, Irene finds out he has magic and she leads him back to Kul’zak, who helps Shad hone and control his powers.

the other three hear word of a magics user coming into power of a village and get intrigued because they’ve never heard of anyone else that has magic besides themselves. so to investigate, they all (separately ofc) journey to Scaleswind to meet this woman who has magic and learn that there’s actually five others like them

Irene is ecstatic to meet other people like her, and after a bit of knowing them and after she officially becomes the Lord of Scaleswind, Irene dubs Esmund, Enki, Menphia and Shad as her guards, and Kul’zak is her advisor. and being all together, the six of them discover that their magic and powers actually get stronger

that’s all i have so far! if anyone has any little ideas they want to add on go for it! but like i said this is for like a genuine novel i’m trying to write so i’m also making it my own and tbh it might end up entirely different than the source material

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Prompt: Silly Moment (May 5) Alternate Universe: Double Cross Fusion Summary: Damon doesn't get why RIFT scouted Kai out of all people. He's forced to spend time with Kai, though, and he learns more about him. He isn't as bad as he first thought, but he still doesn't like him. Word Count: 3,468 A/N: Oh, how I love sharing my interests...

With so many universes discovering the ability to travel to alternate universes, there were so many problems that could arise, from spreading an illness to a universe that wasn't ready for it to killing off an entire universe. The Regulators of Interdimensional Frontiers and Technology, often shortened to RIFT, was created to stop those issues, but there were almost too many people from so many universes that applied that competition was tough.

Damon thought he was special when RIFT accepted his application and helped him become an actual agent. Then he met Kai and realized just how unfair life was.

"So, what do you like to do for fun?" Kai asked as he looked around through the box carrying items Damon had for his office desk.

"I don't like talking," Damon stated as he took the book Kai had before Kai could start reading it.

"That sucks," he replied as he continued looking through Damon's items, "'cause I do. Like, seriously, are we just meant to sit around in silence all the time? What's the point in that?"

Damon continued organizing his stuff without responding. There were plenty of differences between the two of them. The main one that bothered him the most was that Damon put in hours of effort into work, school, and extracurriculars to make his hours of paperwork look good enough to even have RIFT consider accepting him into their training academy, while Kai was still scouted by RIFT itself. When they first met the other day, Damon had no clue what RIFT saw in Kai, and he still didn't.

"I like a bunch of stuff," Kai said like Damon cared about what he had to say. "I like clothes, I like cereal, I like cheesecake, I like—oh, shoot, I just remembered, I had to lie to my fans about going on an indefinite hiatus. Ugh, I hate that..."

"Fans?" Someone who couldn't even be bothered to dye their roots the same colour as the rest of their hair having fans felt idiotic.

"Yeah, fans. I'm an influencer back on my Earth! But all my fans probably think I'm dead now," he whined. "And I can't even ask to visit my Earth yet, since we just started! If I seriously—"

"What does an influencer do?"

"Huh?" Kai frowned. "You don't know what influencers are? The people who use the Internet to post pictures and stuff?"

Damon didn't blink. "Is the Internet some sort of power your Earth has?"

Kai gasped. He clenched his chest and looked at him as if he asked if he ate something toxic every day. "You have no clue what the Internet is? How the Hell does your Earth survive?"

Damon took as small of a step back as he could manage. "Is it similar to technology RIFT uses?"

"Not in the slightest!" He fumbled over his words before muttering, "This is outrageous. How am I supposed to work with someone like this?"

"I can hear you," he reminded him.

"Hold on. I'll find a way to save you from your cruel and miserable life." Kai ran off as soon as he said that.

Damon hoped he stayed away, at least until he finished organizing his desk.

. . .

The RIFT Headquarters wasn't big. Being placed in the Extraverse, time felt like it was always stuck at 13:00, and the view outside the windows were always a mess of dark purple colours mixing together. Damon decided early on that he would spend most of his time at his desk. Out of everywhere in RIFT, that was where he felt the most comfortable.

It also made him incredibly easy to find, though.

Kai approached him with a phone in hand. "Damon, look! You know Eva Tsunaka, the cyber agent? Her Earth has its own Internet that works a lot like mine, and she helped me connect to the Internet from my Earth and helped me get Wi-Fi. So, now that my fans know that I'm alive and well, you're going to learn how to use the Internet."

"I'm busy," he said.

"Doing what, reading? This is way more important! Come on!" Kai took his arm and pulled him away from his desk—and his book.

Kai lead him to the lounge. He sat on one of the couches and forced him to sit next to him. He practically shoved the phone into his face. "You know what this is, right?"

"I know what a phone is." Damon tried to pull himself out of his grip, but he held onto him stronger than he thought.

"Do you know what Wi-Fi is?"

"I don't care about Wi-Fi or Internet."

"How do you guys share anything on your Earth?"

"We talk to each other like reasonable beings."

"What about people who are too far away from you?"

"There isn't anyone far away."

"What do you mean?"

"We used to have a lot of natural disasters 1,000 years ago. It killed off most of the population, and the ones who remained all lived in one area. The search for a way to stop and survive the disasters while getting resources lead to the discovery of interdimensional travel. Although most of the land is still uninhabitable, the resources we now have helped us stop the disasters and get us what we need. It also made us one of the first Earths to discover other universes," he said with a hint of pride. Without the pride, he asked, "Did you not pay any attention at the academy?"

He shrugged. "I slept through, like, all of my classes. More importantly, you guys did all that without the Internet?"

"Didn't scientists on your Earth recently find out they miscalculated how many people are on their planet? Doesn't your Internet help share how many people are living in each respective area?"

"W-Well..." He ran his hands through his hair. "That's irrelevant! I'm supposed to be teaching you how to use the Internet right now!"

Damon was then attacked with words he was barely given the time to learn the definition of. He didn't know what apps were, nor did he know what followers meant in terms of whatever a "social media" was. Kai didn't care that the most Damon knew about the Internet was that it had more purposes other than storing data like RIFT's technology.

. . .

Kai had just freshened up after some exercise when Damon gave him a book. Kai's hair, still wet from the shower, fell in front of his eyes as he looked over what was in his hands. "What's this for?"

"You made me learn about your Earth," Damon explained, "so you learn about mine. Mine is arguably more important, so you need to spend time on it. You can't be a RIFT agent if you don't know its history or the history behind interdimensional travel itself."

"But I only made you learn about the Internet, not anything else!"

"It has nothing new. That is, it has nothing new if you paid attention in the academy."

"Shut up..."

Damon resisted a smirk. "Read it. I'll ask you about it tomorrow."

His eyes widened. "Tomorrow? You're expecting me to read 1,000 pages by tomorrow?"

"It doesn't have 1,000 pages. It has 999. I like this book mainly because of that."

"I can't read this! Actually, I won't read this. You can't make me do anything!" He tried to give him the book back.

Damon stepped back. "I'll question you about it tomorrow."

"And if I don't get any of them right?"

There really wasn't anything he could do. At worst, he could send a request to switch partners, but that would be benefitting both of them, not a punishment. He didn't want to let Kai know that, though.

"We'll see," Damon said before leaving.

. . .

The next day, Damon was in the middle of research when he flinched at the sound of a book being dropped onto his desk. When he looked to see who it was, he found Kai smiling proudly, declaring in a voice that was almost too loud, "I read the book!"

"No, you didn't," he replied dryly. "You used that Internet thing to find the answers."

"I don't know where RIFT keeps information on other Earths on their knock-off Internet, and I can't find answers on RIFT or anything like that with my Internet. All my Internet has is stuff other people made up about interdimensional travel, since we like the idea of it, but no one except me knows it's possible. Maybe I'll show you what they say when it comes to this stuff. It's actually pretty hilarious!"

"I'm good. If you really did read it, I'm questioning you now."

"Bring it on!"

For how proud Kai was, it was amusing to hear him get the very first question wrong.

"You gave me a hard one!" he argued.

"It's actually one of the easiest," Damon responded. "The answer is on the first page of the first chapter in the first sentence of the first paragraph. You're just a panda eating an apple while rock climbing."

"The fuck did you just call me?"

"It's something commonly said on my Earth. It's when someone—" Damon sighed. "It makes sense where I'm from. Pretend it's a joke, or just forget about it."

"Oh. Jokes. I like jokes." Kai started fake laughing. "I can make jokes too. Knock, knock." When he didn't receive a reply, he said, "When I say that, you say, 'Who's there?' It's like when someone's actually knocking on a door. Knock, knock."

"Who's there?" Damon asked.

"Banana." After a pause, he said, "Damon, you're supposed to say, 'Banana who?' It's like you're asking who's at the door because you can't see them, and they only gave you their first name. Like if I was knocking on your door and told you my name was Kai, but you asked, 'Kai who?' to see if it was me or some other Kai you know."

"I would recognize your voice." It was too loud and unique to be forgettable.

"Whatever! We're restarting. Knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"Banana."

"Banana who?"

"Knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"Banana."

"Banana who?"

"Knock, knock."

Damon frowned. "Who's there?"

"Orange."

"Orange who?"

Kai smiled. "Orange you glad I didn't say, 'Banana?'"

"Orange you glad I didn't say, 'Banana,' who?"

Kai sighed, his shoulders dropping. "Okay, I'm giving up on jokes..."

"My point from earlier still stands," Damon said. "You didn't read the book at all."

"I admit," he muttered with his hand in his hair, "I didn't read it. I asked Eva for all the stuff I needed to know, but apparently, she didn't tell me everything."

"How did you get her to even agree?"

"Her world has no cats in it, but my world does, and I said I would show her a cat video if she taught me about your world." In a mock whisper, he said, "I think she likes them a little too much, but between the three of us, I didn't show her anything."

"You could have avoided that by reading the book," Damon pointed out. "You could've finished it an hour."

"Easy for you to say. You're literally from there."

"It also would've been easy if you were just paying attention in the academy."

"I'm done talking to you, Damon!" Kai clamped his hands over his ears and started singing. Damon frowned at the action.

As Kai began walking away, Damon decided not to remind him about their mission this weekend. If Kai was any good as RIFT thought he was, then he should be able to remember it himself.

. . .

Damon didn't like hands-on activities, so he was fine with focusing his training on being safe at RIFT while giving instructions to whoever would be his partner. Kai said before leaving that this was an excuse for Damon to boss people around. Damon himself never saw it as that, but if that was how Kai saw it, he was more than happy to boss him around.

Until he discovered that Kai didn't need anyone to boss him around.

It was a simple mission; Kai needed to bring some equipment to a small team of RIFT agents. However, this world was in a major competition for resources, and Kai wasn't careful and got kidnapped because he was a RIFT agent and for what he had on him. Damon was prepared to help him find ways to escape, but not even an hour passed before Kai had successfully delivered the RIFT agents their supplies.

"I'm not good at all that fighting stuff," he told Damon through the device RIFT told them to communicate with, "but being an influencer's taught me a lot about people, what they like, and what they really don't like. I'm, like, super charming now!"

To have RIFT scout Kai out specifically just because he had charm was so stupid. There was no way that was true, and Damon refused to believe it. Kai was the least charming creature he ever had the misfortune of laying his eyes on. He had to admit, though, that Kai managing to get out of a dangerous situation so quickly was impressive. He was starting to see some parts of Kai that would make RIFT want him, but he was unsure what he thought of it.

When Kai returned to RIFT, Damon was finishing the report on their mission when Kai asked, "Damon, were you one of the people that sent in applications to be a part of RIFT?"

"What about it?" Damon asked.

"What's it like?"

"You send it in and hope RIFT picks you."

"That's all? I thought it'd be cooler," he said.

"There's a difference between applying for a job and being scouted." His words sounded more bitter than he intended.

Kai shrugged, not seeming to notice. "I mean, I didn't really do anything special either. They just asked me one day, and I figured I might as well go. I didn't have much else going on."

"Didn't you say you had fans?"

"Yeah, but let's just say I got into some problems, and a lot of people didn't like me. They still don't." He seemed lost in thought before saying, "But my point is, life back home wasn't that good. I only had my fans to lose by coming here, but now that I can talk to them again, life's all good!" With a cheeky smile, he said, "And aren't you glad I came here? You wouldn't have met me otherwise!"

"I wish you declined the invitation," he deadpanned.

"Is it possible for you to ever be nice? Is that something people from your Earth are allergic to?"

"I just don't like you."

"I'm literally your partner who just got kidnapped."

"No one would be able to tell you didn't. You're too happy."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"When it comes to you, yes."

"Fine then! I don't like you either!"

Now finished with the report, Damon looked up to see Kai pouting. His cheeks were more puffed up. He glared at him with his hands on his hips. Feeling his face get a bit warmer, Damon looked away in case he was staring.

"Then are you going to leave?" he asked.

"But I'm bored," he said. "Come do something with me!"

"No."

"See, this is why I don't like you."

Damon ignored Kai. Eventually, Kai left.

. . .

Damon and Kai's most recent mission involved Kai travelling to collect samples to see if an Earth was infected with a disease from another Earth like it was expected. When Kai came back, he had a dead green flower from that Earth.

"It was alive when I first got it!" Kai said when Damon gave him a look. "I wanted to give it to you."

"We don't like each other."

"I'll like you if you take my dead flower."

"Then you can keep it."

"No, Damo, take it!"

"Don't call me that."

"Damon, please, take it! It's not alive anymore, but—wait, don't move." Before Damon could argue, Kai placed the flower on his left ear. "See, you look so pretty!"

"Don't say that..." He swatted his hand away. "And I'm not going to wear a flower on any of my ears."

"Why? What does it mean?"

"Where I'm from, natural plants became rare during our disasters, so proposing with a flower is, if I'm correct, is like proposing with one of your rocks. We have more plants now, but people still propose with flowers."

"Oh, so, like, we're married now?"

He scowled. "Obviously not. I would never marry you."

He took a sharp breath in. "That hurts, Damon... Am I too ugly or something?"

Damon's immediate answer was to tell him that he was pretty, but he managed to stop himself before he could say that. "Being your coworker is already too much."

"Harsh... Oh, I need to go check and see if I got infected by anything. See you, Damo!" Kai waved before leaving.

With Kai gone, Damon reached up to take the flower off. When his fingers contacted the dead flower's green petals, they stopped before he could take it off. After some thought, his hand dropped, and he kept it on. They were from different worlds that had different ideas, so being gifted a flower meant nothing. He just had to keep telling himself that.

. . .

"It's been a week, and you still haven't taken that flower off," Kai said when he dragged Damon to come with him in the lounge. "I thought you would've thrown it away by now."

Damon didn't have the time to take anything with him, so he was forced to respond. "Plants are treated with care where I'm from. I can't just throw it away; it needs to be properly burried to help it decompose in a way that makes the soil more fertile for the next plants."

"Yeah, yeah, one with the plants and all that. But didn't you say that's a marriage proposal?"

"A very bad one, but yes."

"Wait, you didn't tell me it was a bad one," Kai pointed out. "If I knew what giving people flowers meant on your Earth and that I would've had a husband—"

"We're not married."

"But you're wearing it!"

"There are no such things as a culture that transcends universes. It's just a flower to you, so it's not related to marriage at all." His words came out a bit forced.

"So we'll be married if I give you a wedding ring?"

"What's the difference between a ring and a wedding ring?"

Kai held out his hand before pulling it back. "Oh, right, RIFT doesn't allow agents to wear rings while on the job... But I have a ton of rings at home! They're meant to be nice accessories. But a wedding ring, that's what you wear on your ring finger on your left hand. It's a sign you're married."

"Then it is a sign you aren't married if you wear rings on all fingers but the left ring finger?"

"Right!"

Damon refrained from saying that was idiotic.

"Maybe we should go to my Earth one day," Kai continued. "You don't have any of the currency we use on my Earth, but if you want, maybe I'll buy you your own rings! And I can introduce you to my fans!" His smile faded along with his cheery tone. "Actually, maybe not that part."

"Why not?" Damon asked. "I still don't get how your Internet works, but I could try."

"I know you could but..." He seemed a bit conflicted with himself before finally stating, "Let's just say you're prettier than a lot of other people on my Earth."

"What?"

"I mean..." He avoided his gaze. "You are kind of more good-looking than a lot of people where I'm from. People from my Earth like looking at pretty things, so if you're pretty—well, you are—but for people who look nice, other people will pay more attention to them. For someone like you appearing with someone with as big of a following as me, it'll make people interested in you, and then I have to explain where I met you, and then I have to create a lie I'll have to keep up..."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Yeah, I... I literally just said that."

Damon turned towards the window and watched the purple all fold together. He never cared much for whether things were pretty or not, and he definitely didn't care if he looked pretty. It was a measly compliment, and it didn't mean much. Compliments on his work would be more beneficial as it was a sign he was doing something correct. Being pretty was not an achievement.

And yet, he couldn't help but feel like it was, at least when Kai said he was.

Damon stood up. He ignored Kai asking him where he was going and found himself alone. After some research, he learned how to properly bury the dead flower he wore and proceeded to bury it.

It was just a flower that didn't have any major importance. The only significance it had was something very minor, and that was that Damon hated Kai, and RIFT should have never brought Kai to their agency.

[22degreehalo]

[Okay so this started as a reblogged addition to this previous post of mine but then it got long enough to stand alone sooooo]

Okay actually to narrow this down a bit, there's something incredibly fascinating about the way that despite Ashley being the driving force behind most of the story, it's almost always Andrew who actually commits the physical act of hurting someone.

Because, yes, despite what I said above, that particular aspect of their dynamic is deeply gendered: 'bad women' are usually the ones who manipulate and connive rather than get their hands dirty directly (with the unintended side effect that we tend to not take it seriously when women DO take physical action, because it just doesn't feel as 'real' or 'bad' as when men do it), while physical aggression is limited to men.

But there's so much more to it. There's the way Andrew feels a need to protect Ashley, which takes from the way he was parentified by his mother into having to take care of her as an authority and guardian rather than just another kid in his own right. The fact that Ashley really did need someone to protect her, because... she was kind of badly lacking in social skills and emotional regulation, to the point of exhibiting sadistic tendencies even from a young age. (Or, I suppose I should say, sadistic tendencies that she never grew out of, due to lacking the normal emotional development that sees young kids develop that kind of conscience?) All of which made her, realistically, pretty darn unpopular!!!

But also... that is a manipulation tactic. It's one of the classic signs of a cult: pressure/coerce a member to engage in some kind of morally reprehensible action, and once that's happened, it becomes far far harder for them to get out. Partially because they've now badly severed any other outside support systems; Renee knew what happened with Nina, and even if she had more hope for Andrew than she ever did Ashley even after that, it clearly framed how she saw those two and their relationship after that point. And, y'know, there's the fact that Andrew is seriously worried that they'll be thrown in jail, which means that he can't tell anyone else what happened, or even let them realise 'how bad' Ashley is, or they might start remembering that missing girl Ashley always used to hang out with...

But also partially because it complicates any internal sense of being a victim of another person's abuse. How can you act like you're some sweet little innocent baby, pushed around by the big old scary abuser, when you yourself have blood on your hands? (Part of why I find it a bit... unsettling? How many people in the TCOAAL fandom sincerely spread that his relenting to Ashley's manipulation makes him 'just as bad'.) It creates an internal sense of guilt and 'need' to be punished, or to be controlled by somebody who can make the 'right decisions'. And it furthers a sense that there's 'no going back' - that there's no point in even trying to escape this relationship, because it's gone too far, and the victim has already given up any hope of having or deserving a life outside of it.

And that's related to something I've had bouncing around in my mind for a lonnnnng time, but still even now don't have the brainspace to fully unpack it. People talk a lot about the inherent trauma of being a woman living under the patriarchy, but I think we don't discuss enough the inherent moral damage of being a man under the same circumstances.

Men are raised to see themselves as aggressive; hostile; killers; predators. They're taught that any sex they get from women is at her expense, a deal that can only be made good by their being Successful Enough to 'earn' it. That success, of course, is zero-sum; men must prove themselves over other men competitively to 'win', whether by earning more money, being more dominant, or (in attemptively progressive spaces) by being 'nicer' or 'better feminists' than other men. Men are expected to sacrifice; to war, to defending the women in their life, to working themselves to the bone under capitalism where women are 'supposed' to rely on men, instead. And that 'protecting' inherently implies violence against other men: men are expected by default to be able to throw themselves into the fray and get beat up and beat up somebody else in turn, and if they can't, they're viewed as lesser; pathetic and selfish. Men aren't given any support system to NOT be capable of inflicting violence. No matter how pacifist or anxious or disabled they are, they are in and of themselves viewed as 'acceptable targets' of violence, due to a perceived inherent ability to enact violence themselves.

Of course Andrew is the one to pull the trigger most of the time. Of course he takes it on as rote, as just his expected part in their messed-up relationship. Of course Ashley gladly lets him, even when she's the one who really wants to see the victim hurting. Of course Ashley encourages him into it, making him part of her decisions, binding him to her in blood over and over again, and of course she then throws it in his face as him 'choosing her', because what can he plausibly say to argue against that? And, then, of course his 'decay' involves turning his violence against both Ashley and himself, because he's too far gone to turn back now and become the monster Ashley was trying to turn him into.

AGAIN, I don't mean this as anti-Ashley; I think this is a super insightful display of both gender and abuser dynamics, and as I've said above, there are a whole heck of a lot of reasons why Ashley is the way she is. Also, fucked up and unjustifiably bad female characters are good sometimes!!

Just. Ashley does, canonically, encourage Andrew to engage in acts that his conscience rails against - actions that fill him with guilt and emotional pain - and then uses all of that to tie him to her ever stronger so he'll never leave. It says a lot that she gets so nervous when Andrew stops acting so guilty in the Burial route; because if she can't throw that moral damage back at him, how is she supposed to make sure he doesn't leave? If he's happy and well-adjusted and believes he deserves a decent life, why would he ever willingly stay with her?! (So she thinks.)(Not that she's entirely wrong, but.) She doesn't trust healthy relationship dynamics; she trusts guilt and trauma bonding.

(And it also means something hella big that Andrew seemingly doesn't get quite so many of those guilt-ridden nightmares as he pretends. Is he trying to pretend to himself he hasn't already slipped so far? Does he crave Ashley's loving reassurance just as much as she wants him to need it? It's like... speaking of intricate rituals, holy hell if this isn't fucking one of them: getting messed up in the head over committing cannibalism and murder, but then continuing to pretend that it's messing you up long after you're sorta getting over it, because that's the safest and easiest way to make your sister happy and nice to you.)

[jebewonmorelike]

We're Making The Bear

wc: 3.3k (haha help) pronouns: none used; n/a (reader calls jiwoong 'oppa' but it's only because that's what his baby sister calls him!) warnings: oh wow this is so fluffy... tiniest bit of angst bc jiwoong doesn't see his sister as much as he would like bc of his work schedule summary: a reluctant jiwoong and his baby sister make a teddy bear with the help of the cute bear's life employee!reader. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this one will destroy your teeth and your dentist will hate you from all the fluff i'm serious. this was so fulfilling to write, i really, really love how it turned out! i think you're gonna like it :) when i post, i'm always like "MY MASTERPIECE" so pls forgive me if i overhype things but i'm so happy with them once i finish them lmaooo. this was a request so thank you to @hursheys for this idea, sorry it took me a little while but I hope you like it <3 &lt;3 <3

Placing your little bear ears back on your head after your lunch break, you fluff some of the ready-to-purchase bears on the shelves to the right side of the store. You're completely absorbed in your busywork when you feel a gentle tug on your pastel apron.

Looking down to your left, you're met with the sight of a tiny girl; her eyes big and round staring up at you happily. You figure she can't be more than five, if that.

"Hi!" You greet with a smile, watching as the little girl blinks back at you innocently. "And who do we have here?"

"Ji-Ah!" She announces happily, a grin spreading across her face.

You giggle, but a bit of concern for the lone child is brewing in your chest. "It's lovely to meet you, Ji-Ah-sshi! Are your parents here with you today?"

Ji-Ah shakes her head. "Jiwoong Oppa!"

"Ji-Ahya!" You hear a male voice call suddenly as the door to your shop flies open.

"Oh good, here's your--," you start to say, but your voice trails off when you're suddenly face-to-face with the most strikingly gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life. Your lips part slightly in shock, wide-eyed as you stare back at him. "... Oppa."

As the incredibly handsome man approaches, you can see the worry in his eyes. He picks up Ji-Ah quickly and throws her over his hip. "What did I tell you about leaving my side, huh? You could get lost or hurt, Ji-Ah. Then what would I do?"

Turning his head finally, his eyes meet yours and you're embarrassed to admit that you're a bit breathless. Mentally scolding yourself, you ground your feet back in reality. "Hi, how are you?"

He nods, grimacing awkwardly at you. "I'm sorry if she bothered you. She can be kind of slippery."

"Not at all," you reply, shaking your head. "My name is (Y/N). What brings you both to Bear's Life today?"

"Oh, last week it was little Ji-Ah's birthday," the man explains as his sister smiles at you. "Unfortunately, I was working. I'm actually working today, too, but I was lucky enough to get some time off to spend with my baby sister."

You smile as Ji-Ah bites her thumb shyly; her face as perfect as a doll's as her brother sets her back down on the floor. "Well, I'm glad you could make it! So, we'll be opting in for the full experience?"

The man named Jiwoong's lips part as he prepares to protest, but Ji-Ah cuts him off before he can get a word out.

"Yes, yes, yes! Can I?" She begs, jumping up and down excitedly.

Jiwoong sighs, smiling to cover up his opposition. "Ji-Ah, I don't have that much time. We were just going to pick out a bear that's already been made. I thought you wanted to get ice cream, too?"

Ji-Ah shakes her head rapidly. "No, I want to make my bear with (Y/N)-sshi!"

"Don't worry, Ji-Ah-sshi," you say with a smile. "I know the perfect method that your brother could never say no to!"

"You do?" Jiwoong asks nervously.

"Repeat after me, okay?" You prompt as Ji-Ah nods enthusiastically. Slipping into the cutest voice you can muster, you clasp your hands together below your chin and look up at Jiwoong with puppy-dog eyes. "Can I please make my bear today?"

Jiwoong stares back at you with his eyebrows raised-- mouth slightly ajar in shock.

Ji-Ah mimics your actions, clasping her hands together and begging, "Can I please make my bear today?"

"Pretty, pretty please," you demonstrate again, putting your chin in your hands so your cheeks squish up.

"Pretty, pretty please," Ji-Ah follows, squishing her little round cheeks up in her palms. You watch as a reluctant smile begins to form on her older brother's face.

You tap one finger to your cheek cutely as you add your next line. "With a cherry on top!"

"With a cherry on top!" Ji-Ah says, touching her tiny index finger to her cheek and sticking out her lips in her own improvised pout. Jiwoong laughs, shaking his head in amazement.

"Please, Oppa?" You finish your pleading, smiling up at Jiwoong sweetly. He swallows nervously, a quick flash of panic in his eyes as you look away quickly out of embarrassment.

"Please, Oppa?" Ji-Ah repeats, her smile lethally infectious as Jiwoong places a hand over his heart. He holds up his other hand in surrender.

"Okay, fine!" He relents, sighing in defeat while grinning. "I'm too weak; I can't take any more! You've got me: we're making the bear."

~

"Now that our new bear friend is stuffed full of fluff... we need to stuff him full of love, too!" You say, holding the cream-colored teddy bear that Ji-Ah had picked out and helped to fill with cotton. You reach into the large heart-shaped box next to the stuffing machine and pull out an assortment of small, plushy fabric hearts. Each has a different design, color and texture so that the customer can choose the one they like most for their bear friend.

“(Y/N)-sshi? I want Jiwoong Oppa to pick the heart!” Ji-Ah demands cutely, looking up at her brother expectantly.

He blinks at you hesitantly before nodding in agreement. "Okay, I guess I can do that."

You hold out the fabric hearts to the young man which are splayed delicately across your palms for him to choose. He looks at them for a second before looking back up at you, entirely overwhelmed by the task he’s been given as his eyes silently scream ‘help me’.

A small smile creeping onto your face, you use your thumb to indicate which heart Ji-Ah would like most. As you tap the heart quickly, Jiwoong exhales in relief and picks up the little plush heart between his thumb and index finger.

"Let's see which one he picked!" You say, prompting Jiwoong to reveal the fabric heart in his palm.

Ji-Ah squeals happily. "That's the one I wanted! How did you know, Oppa!?"

Her brother smiles at you gratefully. "I just did!"

"Our heart will bring our bear friend to life, but we have to say our magic phrase for it to work," you explain. "Can you both hold our bear's heart and repeat the magic words?"

Jiwoong squats down so that he's on his sister's level, holding out the fabric heart for her to grab onto.

"I wish, I wish..." You begin, nodding at them encouragingly as they echo each phrase of the poem after you.

~I wish, I wish... on this true heart... that one bear's life... with this, will start!~

"And now we'll place our heart inside our bear friend," you instruct, holding out the teddy bear for Jiwoong and Ji-Ah to place the heart inside the zippered opening. As you close the zipper, you press a button to the side of the stuffing machine secretively which triggers hundreds of fairly lights to light up throughout the store.

Ji-Ah's jaw drops in awe as she spins around and around to look at the magical display. Her brother smiles at you appreciatively.

"That was incredible you guys! Your spell was the best I've ever seen," you praise, handing the teddy bear to a very happy Ji-Ah. "Do you come from a magical family?"

Jiwoong laughs. "Something like that."

Stepping over slightly to your counter, you pull out a blank Bear Birth Certificate and uncap your fancy fine-tip pen. "Now, what is our new bear friend's name?"

"Gomdori Oppa," Ji-Ah announces with a smile, hugging the bear tighter to her chest. "Then I can play with Jiwoong Oppa whenever I want and he won’t have to go away!"

Your breath hitches at the little girl's words as you glance up cautiously at her older brother. His eyes are wide as they meet yours; the handsome man's expression suddenly filled with shame. It's none of your business, but you can't help but wonder how important this man's work is that he's never around for his baby sister.

"That's--..." You fumble before quickly forcing a big grin for the little girl in front of you, writing the name down on the certificate. “That’s a wonderful idea! Then you can always have your big brother close to you.”

Ji-Ah smiles, bouncing on her toes happily. You glance up at her brother again to find him attempting to blink back tears. Whatever his reason for not being around more often, you can tell that it deeply pains him and that’s enough for you to want to try to make this a great memory for both of them to cherish.

“Well now that Gomdori Oppa is born,” you transition, giving the little bear a pat on the head, “he needs a bath before he’s ready to go out into the world! Do you want to go put our little bundle of joy in the bath for me?"

Ji-Ah nods, skipping over in utter bliss to the Bear Salon in the corner. You turn to her brother, who is still in the midst of composing himself.

"She really adores you, doesn't she?" You comfort, smiling at the man gently. "I think you bring her a lot of joy."

He nods, smiling sadly. "I'm just away so much. I wonder if that joy's enough, you know?"

"I can see how much you care about her," you reply, meeting his gaze now. "That's what they remember. Not the details... Just the love."

His smile fades, eyebrows raising as if the sentiment surprises him. He studies you for a moment before his eyebrows furrow with genuine appreciation. "Thank you."

"Oppaaaaa!" Ji-Ah whines from the Salon. "Gomdori Oppa needs his bath!"

"Okay, okay!" He concedes as you both laugh. As you turn to walk over to the Salon, Jiwoong stops in his tracks. You look back at him curiously to see he's staring at a shelf to his right. "What are those?"

You step back towards him, following the direction of his gaze. Your eyes light up when you recognize what he's looking at. "Oh! Those are voice boxes. You can record your own message and put it inside the bear."

"I know you said she'll only remember the love," Jiwoong grins at you, shrugging resignedly. "But it can't hurt, right?"

You're compelled to grin back, his entirely charming smile nearly knocking you off your feet. You breathe deeply as you will yourself to get a grip. "I guess it can't."

"That's what I thought," he replies, picking up one of the voice boxes and walking toward the opposite end of the store. "I'll be over there until you need me."

"(Y/N)-sshiiiiii!" Ji-Ah whines again, ripping you from your silly little daydream.

You run over to the little girl; your signature magical smile back on your face. "I'm here! Time to give Gomdori Oppa his first ever bubble bath."

Ji-Ah giggles, mesmerized as the bathtub fills with fake bubbles. You glance over at her brother, your heart warming as you catch him grinning into the voice recorder.

~

“Gomdori Oppa is all fresh and clean for his first day as a baby bear!” You announce, turning the bear around in his salon chair as Jiwoong rejoins you. He slips you the voice box behind your back to keep the surprise for Ji-Ah and you tuck it into your pocket nonchalantly.

“But… he’s missing something, isn’t he?” You ask, eyebrows raising in concern as you pretend to examine the bear you've picked up.

Ji-Ah blinks back at you wide-eyed, anticipation absolutely brimming over.

“Oh no!” You gasp, placing a hand over the bear’s front playfully. “He’s missing his clothes!”

Ji-Ah throws her head back, giggling furiously at your humorous performance. “Gomdori Oppa is naked!”

Jiwoong laughs too as he places a large hand over his sister’s eyes. “Don’t look! He’s shy.”

Another giggle fit ensues as Ji-Ah wraps her tiny hand around her brother’s— attempting to pry it off her to no avail.

“We need to pick out Gomdori Oppa’s first outfit,” you say, hopping over to the Shopping Mall as Ji-Ah grabs her brother’s sleeve and drags him behind you. “Since our baby bear is modeled after Jiwoong Oppa, should we pick something for him that your brother would wear?”

You squat down to the little girl’s level as both you and Ji-Ah look up at Jiwoong to assess his sense of style. You turn to each other, eyes narrowing with judgment as you look back at her older brother.

“What?” Jiwoong asks with a frown. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

You pout as you consider how to answer. “It’s a bit…”

“Boring!” Ji-Ah interjects suddenly.

Jiwoong’s eyebrows raise in offense.

“I was going to say ‘classic’,” you add.

Jiwoong sighs. “That’s just the polite way to say boring. Well if you dislike the source inspiration so much, why don't you just skip the clothes?"

“The clothes are the best part, Oppa,” Ji-Ah says, shooting him a sassy glare. “Duh.”

Jiwoong meets your gaze, shaking his head playfully in disbelief at his baby sister.

“Duh, Oppa,” you echo Ji-Ah, earning an unamused look from Jiwoong that endearingly resembles his sister’s to a tee. “The clothes are the best part.”

The little girl points up to a garment on the wall and you follow her line of site to a voluminous princess gown. "That's perfect!"

“Ji-Ahya!” Jiwoong scolds. “Didn’t you say this bear is supposed to be like me?”

Ji-Ah looks at her brother for a moment before grinning. “He is like you!”

Jiwoong glances at you, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. “I don’t wear princess dresses, Ji-Ah.”

“Mm,” Ji-Ah considers for a moment. “I guess he’s more like a cooler version of you.”

“Would I really be cooler if I wore princess dresses?” Jiwoong asks doubtfully as you fill out more of the bear's birth certificate.

“To a five-year-old, yes,” you answer his rhetorical question, not thinking as you follow it with, "You're so handsome though, I wouldn't be surprised if you could pull it off.”

He smiles at you amusedly as your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Oh yeah? I'll tell my stylist to sprinkle in some more ballgowns then, if the cute Bear's Life employee thinks I can pull it off."

You suddenly bite your lip to keep your jaw from falling open. "Cute?"

"Oh, uh," Jiwoong stammers, clearly unaware that he'd let the word slip. He laughs awkwardly as he walks back over to the wall of the Shopping Mall and picks Ji-Ah up, situating her on his hip so she can look at the clothes better. "You're sure about the princess gown for Gomdori Oppa? What about these little overalls, huh? Or this Hawaiian shirt?"

You watch as Ji-Ah shakes her head firmly at every option her brother poses, a smile forming on your lips. You had to admit he was incredibly cute with her. Then, something dawns on you: Jiwoong said he had a stylist. Of course, he had been joking around, but was that part a joke too? Could he be someone famous? He certainly has the face to be an actor or an idol. More importantly:

Was this the reason he didn't visit home much?

"Gomdori Oppa wants a princess dress," Ji-Ah says and her tone indicates that the decision is final.

Jiwoong sighs. "Alright, alright. Gomdori Oppa will be the most beautiful princess in all the land... per the Queen's orders."

"Well now that Princess Gomdori Oppa has decided he wants to wear the most beautiful gown that he can get his hands on... there's only one question left!" You make your way up to them, Ji-Ah giggling at the regal voice that her brother just put on. "Is that dress pink or blue?"

~

"Here is Gomdori Oppa's birth certificate," you say, handing the thick piece of paper over to Jiwoong. "These are his official records, so hold onto them tightly or he won't be allowed to vote in the Bear Elections or collect his Bear Pension!"

Jiwoong snorts, looking up at the ceiling and whistling when you narrow your eyes at him; though the grin that he keeps having to suppress makes it hard for him to produce any sound.

"And here is Gomdori Oppa," you present, handing the fluffy brown bear adorned in a pink ballgown and tiara to Ji-Ah. "Maybe you can give him a big squeeze?"

Ji-Ah smiles, squeezing the bear tightly to her. Her eyes light up as a voice sounds from the bear:

Ji-Ahya! Are you being a good girl for Eomma? Are you going to bed early and eating well? Jiwoong Oppa will be home before you know it. And in the mean time... Gomdori Oppa loves you very much, Ji-Ah.

"Oppaaa!" Ji-Ah cries, a little pout on her lips as her eyes water. "I love you!"

You would be lying if you said a little lump doesn't form in your throat as Jiwoong places one large hand on the top of his sister's head and ruffles up her hair affectionately.

"I'm so glad you came into Bear's Life today," you say, grinning at Ji-Ah as she sniffs back her tears almost as soon as they arrived. "I had a blast with you guys! Did you have fun, too?"

The little girl bounces up and down, handing her bear to her brother for a moment so she can wrap her arms around your waist in a hug. You giggle at the adorable little girl, patting her back gently before she pulls away.

Running behind your little counter area, you pull up the total on your cash register. "Okay, that'll be 145,000 won."

"Oh," Jiwoong remarks, eyebrows raise in surprise. "That's... that's quite an expensive bear we put together, Ji-Ah."

"Well, you're also paying for the experience... and your time with the worker..." You explain, smirking at the incredibly handsome man in front of you. "Did you enjoy your time with the worker?"

"Yes," Jiwoong answers a little too seductively before coughing to cover it up when he suddenly remembers where he is. After clearing his throat several times, he replies sheepishly, "Yes, I did-- we did, I mean."

"That's what I thought," you reply with a smug smile, taking the credit card he immediately holds out to you. Swiping it through your machine and handing it back to him, he places his card in his wallet and holds out his hand for Ji-Ah to take.

"Thank you, Oppa!" She squeals happily before turning and bowing to you. "Thank you, (Y/N)-sshi! I'll miss you!"

Your heart melts at the pout on Ji-Ah's face as she looks between you and her brother.

"Oh, uh," Jiwoong stutters as he tries to think of a solution. "Well, we'll come back again soon! How does that sound, Ji-Ah?"

"REALLY!?" Ji-Ah screams excitedly, eyes wide with surprise.

"Yes. We can come and get more... accessories," Jiwoong nods, smiling in resign. "... for the bear."

"Accessories... for the bear?" You repeat with a smirk.

"Yeah! I mean, you both agreed: the clothes are the best part," Jiwoong attempts to explain. "So Gomdori Oppa will want another outfit eventually."

"YAAAAAAAY!" Ji-Ah exclaims, clapping her hands together. "And then you can see (Y/N)-sshi!"

Jiwoong's eyebrows raise immediately. "So then I can see (Y/N)-sshi? Ji-Ah..."

"And then you can fall in looooove," Ji-Ah sing-songs teasingly. Impressed, you smile. Kids always know whats going on... even when we think they don't.

"Ji-Ahya, please--," Jiwoong starts, but you cut him off.

"Well, whenever Gomdori Oppa is ready for his new accessories," you say, meeting Jiwoong's gaze. "Let him know he's welcome any time."

Ji-Ah giggles as her brother swallows nervously, a blush tinting his cheeks as he smiles bashfully. Bear in one hand and Jiwoong's palm in the other, your tiny customer Ji-Ah pulls her brother towards the door.

Jiwoong's still stealing glances at you from over his shoulder, grinning at the way you're now biting your lip to keep from laughing. Ji-Ah turns around one more time, taking Gomdori Oppa's hand in her own and letting the little bear wave goodbye to you.

You wave back as they walk out of the doors hand-in-hand, smiling as you know you achieved your goal of making this visit a special memory for Ji-Ah and her brother.

You'd never have guessed that their visit would end up being a very special memory for you, too.

[dyoreos]

With the recent negativity in the community, I figured we could use some uplifting. So I’m asking simblr to pick a blog or two, (or more if you want) and say why they inspire you, or what you admire about them. Or simply.. Why you think they’re cool. Whatever your heart desires. Let’s just spread some good. :) ❤️

Hey sweetie, I think you sent this to me twice (or maybe it was a different anon), but that's okay because I appreciate this ask regardless. If all the negativity becomes draining, then please take a break from tumblr and come back when things have settled. As entertaining some of it is, it's best to watch over your mental health. Take care of yourself, anon 💘

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[thefanficmonster]

Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends. 

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well. 

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“ 

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“ 

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling. 

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in. 

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either. 

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. 

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[rick-rayson]

Batfamily vs Tiktok

The Batfamily and what kind of accounts they'd have!

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Stephanie:

Follower count: 900k

Doing Stephanie first because she probably uses Tiktok the most.

Trauma dumps. Like all the time. But for comedy purposes (and lack of a therapist)

This is very specific but I feel like she makes tiktoks of her saying really seggsual pick up lines and then in the next moment she brings up how incredibly unloved she is or sumn.

She's the best and worst at covering her identity.

"Call me Batgirl because I wanna swoop into your Batcave" *lip bites*

"Nobody loves me and I am always forgotten."

Half of her fans believe she's actually Batgirl.

But then she posts a video of her at midnight trying to smoke from a cinnamon stick, crying because her plushie was placed uncomfortably on her bed and she feels immense guilt over that.

Yeah nvm.

Her fans love her to bits but the amount of videos she's posted of herself crying is concerning.

She's the type to like and reply to any comments that make her laugh.

Duke:

Follower count: 700k (but he honestly deserves more)

Duke uses Tiktok a LOT.

Posts mostly outdoor videos tho.

Parkour, sports, food videos.

But he's actually most known for his dance videos.

He's made so many dance trends and if it wasn't for the fact NOBODY EVER CREDITS HIM, he'd have a much larger audience.

He likes comments but never actually replies unless it's a question.

In his drafts he has like 5 videos of him dancing that've been interrupted by some criminal trying to mug him or some shit.

He actually posted one of those drafts on accident and although he quickly deleted it, it spread like wildfire.

He gets bombarded with comments asking him to give combat tips.

Who is he to say no?

Tim:

Follower count: 600k

Tim is a younger Hank Green.

He's the smart science boy that everyone asks strange questions to.

He's so, so tired of his fans sometimes so he isn't very active on Tiktok.

His followers are actually feral and chaotic so when he posts he mentally prepares himself for the onslaught.

It'd come to a point where he addresses that shit.

"Guys, for the last time... DO NOT EAT MOLTEN LAVA AND DO NOT DRESS UP AS JOKER AND CHASE PEOPLE."

He loves his fans but sometimes they make him wanna rip his hair out.

If you genuinely ask him a science question without the motive of chugging lava or inhaling fear toxin, Tim will love you and cherish you.

Although he doesn't really respond to people in his comments, he does duet people.

One of the reasons he doesn't have more followers is because he actively deletes some... Don't ask.

Dick:

Follower count: 2M

Dick is the obnoxiously enthusiastic dude that likes to *think* that people mainly follow him for his health tips or diet plan videos.

But literally anyone that is anyone knows that's not the case at all.

He's a thirst trap, and a very popular one.

He innocently posts videos of him doing flips and tricks not realizing that people eat that shit up.

He has so many simps it's crazy.

His comment section though is actually very respectful. Because he does flips with such a big smile on his face that fans just sit back and behave.

He gets "🍰🎂" comments all the time tho and he doesn't get it at first.

Until Jason commented: "They're talking about your ass bro."

He replies to nearly every comment and LOVES duetting people.

Posts like once a week but his videos always get so much likes.

Jason:

Follower count: 500k

Thinking about it- Jason doesn't really use social media much.

Steph was the one to convince him to get Tiktok and she boosted his followers by giving him a shoutout.

He posts some of the most random shit ever.

Like you'll get a video of him eating cake with Artemis and Roy in complete silence and then you'll get a video of like.. what Batfamily member you are based on your Zodiac.

But his most popular videos are when he answers questions.

"uhhh Thickthighsthot69 says, 'I'm sick and broke my ankle, how r u?' .. better than your ass that's for sure."

He never replies to comments. He doesn't even like them.

Damian:

Follower count: 700k

He finds Tiktok utterly repulsive and only made one because Jon made him do it.

Much to his dismay he got verified and that boosted his account extremely fast.

"Jon, how do I save this? This layout is irritating my eyes, surely there's more options—"

He only duets animal videos or some of Dick's Tiktoks, other than that he doesn't do much.

Ma boy will block you if you irritate him in his comments, he does not care.

Unless you insult his pets.

Expect 8 paragraphs of why you are dumb and his cat Alfred is superior to you in every way.

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[glowingbadger]

I loved the Ashe, Sylvain, and Hilda modern-day HCs. So….can I ask for….Marianne, Dima, and Claude now? They’re so so good.

Here's a quick list of the places I've touched on ModernAU stuff with these characters before, for anyone who's interested! General Modern HCs (Dimitri) W/ insecure Reader (Claude, Dimitri) W/ insecure Reader (Marianne) Soft HCs (Dimitri)

I'll try not to repeat myself too much, but the SFW portion might be a little sparse because I've written a good deal of my thoughts on that already :3

Marianne, Dimitri, Claude x GN Reader

Modern/College AU headcanons

SFW (not sfw under the cut)

Marianne:

- Definitely a veterinary student who has an incredible, intuitive way with animals. One of those "gets along with animals better than people" types. As a result, many others in her classes see her as aloof or difficult to talk to. Fortunately, when Hilda drags her to a party one night, you notice her keeping to herself and come to make casual conversation. It takes a bit for her to open up, but she's soon grateful for pleasant, relaxing company in the midst of the loud chaos.

- She needs a good amount of reassurance in a relationship, as she's so convinced you could do better. Marianne is totally the type to apologize for not being good enough for you, then apologize for bringing it up, then apologize for apologizing. But her love and admiration for you are so very clear. She'll shyly take your hand in hers, and just the way she looks at you, it's like you're every star and every sunset she's ever seen.

- Marianne spends some of her free time volunteering at a local animal shelter, and one of your earlier dates would involve her introducing you to some of the animals in her care. Here, it's like you see a completely different side of her- she's so much more confident and firm when she speaks to the animals, and she smiles so brightly and laughs adorably as she watches you attempt to make a good impression on them.

Dimitri:

- We've chatted about Modern! Dimitri a good deal so far- but I will double down here on the fact that, while he's outwardly extremely intimidating to your friends when you first start dating, you know (and they learn) that he's absolute Malewife material.

- He loves sitting on video calls with you and just staring at your adorable, lovely face. He's an excellent listener, and will gladly hear about your entire day from start to finish, even if you insist it was nothing special. He's just so soothed by your voice, and the chance to see you. While he's honestly not very good at social media in general, he does have a couple hundred pictures of you saved. Not to post anywhere, just to look back at with a goofy grin on his face.

Claude:

- Claude is the guy on campus that everyone likes, plenty of people want, but no one can really nail down. He seems to know everyone, but he's only actually close to a few good friends, and for the longest time, even they assume that he's the "doesn't believe in serious dating" type. It starts much the same with you- he figures you're interesting and cute as hell, so he may as well spend some time having fun and getting to know you. And then... the feels TM creep in.

- You'll be caught up in a sort of... friendly flirtation with him for a while. The kind where it would be easy to play off all of the corny innuendos and knowing glances as "just kidding around." Then, one night, after a long group study session or just lazing around with drinks and games with his friends, he offers to walk you back to your dorm. When you get caught in a sudden downpour and have to duck under the nearest building's awning for shelter, he gives you a strange lingering look that's so much heavier than any you've seen. And without a word, he leans down to kiss you. When you part, he's wearing a slanted smile, but he's fidgeting a bit when he says, "Hey, uh, Y/N. I wanna be with you- for real. So uh... how 'bout it?"

- Claude is just the most fun boyfriend ever. He's got an active and curious mind, so he's always game to try anything you're interested in, and you'll never be at a loss for date ideas. He's the kind who gets okay grades, though nothing incredible, but his brilliance shines in how he latches on to new information, turning a topic around in his mind until he's seen it from every angle. It's especially charming when he asks to hear about your interests or areas of expertise- he asks all the right questions and the conversation becomes lively just about instantly.

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Marianne:

- You're definitely her first sexual partner (she hasn't even dated seriously until you), and she's going to take a long time to get comfortable freely exploring the physical side of a relationship. She's a big cuddler, once you've assured her that you like it too- she finds it immensely soothing to rest her head on your shoulder or on your chest, just listening to your breathing and feeling you warm against her. But as for sexual affection, she'll start slow, testing things by letting her gentle hands tentatively wander just a little further than before, or deepening your kiss a little more than usual.

- Best practice with Marianne is to let her be the one to suggest or initiate things, but to respond enthusiastically when she does so she knows you're happy with it and you want her as much as she wants you. Your approval and encouragement fills her with warmth she's never felt before, and a sense of bold desire she hadn't even known she was capable of. There's plenty of communication with her- there has to be -but in a way, that becomes its own sort of eroticism. Soft murmurs of, "is this okay?", "does that feel good?", or "can you take more?" mix in with affirmative sighs and moans, turning the negotiation of comfort into a wonderful, slowly escalating path towards satisfaction.

- She's absolutely mortified by the idea of sexting or sending nudes, but if she sends you an outfit she's considering and reply with a coy "You look amazing- can't wait to take that off of you" (honestly the cheesier the better with the pickup lines- being too smooth would intimidate her)- she'll only respond with a single blushing emoji, but you bet she'll be wearing that outfit to your next date.

Dimitri:

- Everyone on campus, including your friends/roomates see Dimitri as such a pure cinnamon roll that you might be surprised to learn he has a rather healthy sex drive underneath all of that sweetness and affection. Granted, he's definitely most likely to desire you when he feels emotionally close to you- but that won't stop him from fucking you nice and deep until your bed creaks. The first time someone overhears you practically screaming out his name, rumors start spreading that your ever-devoted Malewife is actually legendary in bed. It's mostly a raunchy joke, but as far as you're concerned, they're not exactly wrong.

- He's too nervous to actually save any of the spicy pics you've sent him to his phone, but that doesn't stop him from regularly scrolling back through your message threads to find them. Masturbating to porn is fine and good, but when he can look at you biting your lip as you show off your body to him, he pumps his cock and bucks his hips against his hand until he cums far harder than he's used to. Dimitri especially gets a thrill out of the implied part of this- the fact that you wanted to flaunt yourself to him like this and made sure that he would linger on the sight of you.

- A very fun game is to comment or imply something about how good Dimitri fucks you while you're hanging out with his friends. He stammers and turns bright red when you mention how, "Oh don't you worry, Dimitri keeps me nice and satisfied, don't you babe?" with your eyebrows quirked playfully. His buddies nudge him and laugh, and as timid as he appears about it, he'll need you as soon as you're alone together, and he'll hold you extra close and pound into you a little harder than usual.

Claude:

- Alright. Claude is hot, and Claude knows he's hot, and he has no problem using this to his advantage. He'll absolutely send you gym selfies, or raunchy messages when he knows you're with friends or family. During minor disagreements or when you're pretending to be mad at him, he'll slip an arm around your waist and nibble at your ear, whispering, "C'mon babe, don't be like that..." before pulling you close and kissing you until you can't think straight.

- He absolutely doesn't care if people overhear you- in fact, he'll tease you about it, murmuring in your ear that you can't keep moaning for him like that or you'll be heard. But the fact that he's fucking into you harder and deeper as he says it tells you clearly that he wants you to cry out for him. In general, he's pretty shameless about your shared sex life if you allow him to be. He'll practically strut out of your room to clean up in just his boxers, not caring a bit if your roommates get an eyeful. He's handsy in public as well (again, depending on your comfort with it), and will absolutely grab a handful of your ass while you're on a date together, or trail his hand up your thigh during a movie.

- Claude is adventurous and open minded about sex in general, as I've mentioned a couple times. Hell, he'll even send you a porn clip or a bit of smut, along with a brief "we should try this ;)"- and he obviously loves when you do the same for him. He sees no reason to be shy with his partner about your mutual pleasure. Communicating your preferences will make sure you both enjoy yourselves, and the process of even talking about it can be pretty hot on its own.

[dekuhotnugget]

My Journey in Breath of the Wild

As promised, I will describe how my journey and experience went throughout Hyrule's vast world in Breath of the Wild. From what I can remember, I've always loved exploration and open world games and I think, that's what made me love this game every day that passes because, there are so many things for you to do and see and even to this day, we are always discovering new things from this amazing game. I promise not to make such a big post but still, I hope you like it and have fun reading!

First appearance of Farosh

The first time I saw a Dragon in the game, it was crazy. At first, I didn't even know it was a dragon, I wondered, "Bro, what the hell kind of creature is that? So cool!" I remember looking at Farosh for minutes because, it was something so new and incredible for me at the time that I just fell in love with it (especially also because, I am in love with Dragons, in general).

Arriving at Kakariko Village

In the game, one of the first villages you arrive is the Kakariko village. There I met Impa, leader of the village of Kakariko, Paya and many other characters. When we go to talk to Impa for the first time, she tells us the story of what happened 100 years ago and with that, she gives us the mission "Free the Divine Beasts" where we will have to go to the locations that the mission marks on the map to free Divine Beasts from the malicia of the Calamity Ganon. Impa also gives us the mission "Captured Memories" where we will have to find 12 memories spread across the game map. In fact, it is not mandatory you capture all the Bivine Beasts and also, you have the option of not having any Divine Beasts with you, this will depend on your choice as a player but, in my case, I decided to acquire them all.

That was the order I made the Divine Beasts. Of course, you can order as you like:

- Divine Beast Vah Ruta of Zora's Domain

- Divine Beast Vah Naboris of Gerudo Desert

- Divine Beast Vah Medoh of the Hebra Mountains

- Divine Beast Vah Rudania of Death Mountain

Arriving in Zora's Domain

Arriving in Zora's domain, there I met Sidon, a really nice guy and the King of Zora Domain, King Dorephan. It was there also that I could get my first memory from the quest "Captured Memories". Before I went to face Vah Ruta, Dorephan gave me Zora's armor, made especially for me by Mipha, one of the game's champions.

After having managed to pass through the challenges of the Divine Beast, Vah Ruta and saved people of Zora's Domain, I'm consecrated with "Lightscale Trident" which was used by Mipha.

After all that, I also managed to make some friends along the way, like this Guardian here, for example. You thought being friends with a Guardian was impossible? Well, here is proof that they can also be very sweet, apart from the fact that he shot and killed me one day, he is very friendly.

Arriving in Gerudo's Town/Desert

One thing I learned on Gerudo was that if you are a woman and you interact with a man, he will want to take you to some secret place (really sus, imo) or just start flirting with you and what is this rule that you don't let men (Voe in Gerudo language) into the city? What have voe done to you, people of Gerudo?

Jokes aside, Gerudo is also pretty cool heheh. The city, from what I understood throughout my exploration outside the city in other, around the Gerudo Desert, is known for commerce, which I find very interesting, ngl.

Afterwards, a little way away from Gerudo City, I came across not only the Divine Beast Vah Naboris but also with, the Kara Kara Bazaar. Kara Kara Bazaar is the last stop on the road through the Gerudo Desert before Gerudo Town. However, I met a rather peculiar person. They was known to be a suspicious person and was supposed to know how I could enter Gerudo City without them knowing I was a voe. If I remember correctly, their name was Villian, or something like that (I don't really remember, sorry).

During our conversation, he told me that he had the perfect outfit for me to wear to go unnoticed by Gerudo but, he said that I give 600 rupees out of my pocket. At first, I called them crazy because, where would I get 600 rupees but now, that I think maybe it wasn't that expensive because, they have clothing stores that they sell separately at a much higher level. After selling some stuff to get my rupees to buy my outfit, I finally I got it and I looked fabulous heheh.

After that, I finally managed to enter Gerudo Town and that's where I met Riju, the current chief of Gerudo and it was also in Gerudo, that I got two more memory (one in Kara Kara Bazaar and the another, in Gerudo Town).

After having managed to pass through the challenges of the Divine Beast, Vah Naboris and saved people of Gerudo Town and from the Desert too, I'm consecrated with "Scimitar of the Seven" and "Daybreaker", used by champion Urbosa in battle.

Arriving in Rito's Village

Arriving in Zora's domain, there I met Teba and the current chief of the village, Kaneli. When I met with Theba, he challenged me to a challenge, in which I would prove that I truly had the ability to defeat Vah Medoh, the Divine Beast of the Hebra Mountains and just like in all other places and villages, I managed to get one more memory.

After having managed to pass through the challenges of the Divine Beast, Vah Medoh and saved people of Rito village, I'm consecrated with "Great Eagle Bow" bow used by the champion, Revali and however, I also managed to buy Rito's outfit.

Saving Naydra from Calamity

Before leaving for the next city and Divine Beast, I had to complete some quests and one of them was to save Naydra from Calamity that had consumed him. Having saved Naydra from Ganon's calamity, I can say that we've become great friends ever since.

Over time, I was also able to ride some legendary creatures and horses like, Ganon's horse, The Royal Horse (I still have these two horses), The Lord of the Mountain and the Skeletal horse (this was after i had all Divine Beasts).

Arriving in Goron's City

Unlike the other cities and towns, I didn't go straight to the Divine Beast, before that I had the opportunity to do the "From the Ground Up" side quest where I had to do various things and search for various people around the villages and cities of Hyrule. With all that done, I managed to get together the beautiful couple, Hudson and Rhondson and after that, then yes, I went to the Divine Beast and that's where I met Yunobo and Buldo, the chief of Goron's City.

After having managed to pass through the challenges of the Divine Beast, Vah Rudania and saved people of Goron's City, I'm consecrated with "Boulder Breaker" weapon used by the champion, Daruk and with that, I also complete the quest "Free The Divine Beasts".

By that time, I already had all the memories I needed so, with that I went to Kakariko's village to talk to Impa and when I go there, she gives me information that there is one more memory for me to go after. I went after the memory and with that, I complete the quest "Captured Memories".

After all that, I had decided to buy the game's DLC and that's what I did, I bought the DLC and with that, I received "The Champions Ballad" quest, along with other side quests, of clothes or rare things I had to find. After completing all the DLC, I received Link's famous and legendary motorcycle, "Master Cycle Zero".

After that, I was just doing really random and funny things in the game and finally, last week, I finally got to face Ganon and save Zelda and with that, I officially ended my journey in BotW. This is just a summary of some things I did during the game and it would be quite exhausting to write everything in detail because, it's over 200 hours of gameplay. I also got to complete all 120 shrines and all the quests i had. I just didn't do all the Koroks because there are 900 of them and I don't have the patience for it, ngl.

This game for me and a lot of people, it was the best game of 2016/2017 and to this day, it's a great game. Can't wait for TotK that will explore much more than we've seen in BotW. Thank you BotW for coming into my life. 🥰

In case you are interested in taking a look at my Zelink analysis, here is the link Zelink.

[natsukitakama]

Headcanon : Control feat Floch Forster

"Well since some writers claim that Floch would be rough in bed then how about smut Floch with a fem soft s/o, she’s not exactly a tease person, she’s just incredibly shy, needy and sensitive who gets embarrassed easily. I’m really curious if Floch would be rough or gentle with her if his s/o is soft and shy but when she’s naked, she gets embarrassed and cover herself"

Author note : Gotta admit I’m a little bit curious too, I mean the big boi got a huge switch energy. Like I can’t totally picture him being a 100%DOM or a 100%SUB maybe it’s just me but I feel like he is a switch a big one. I wrote a headcanon + a tiny scenario.

As usual I apologize for taking so long I hope you’ll enjoy it ♡

Also I don’t know what to do with my life anymore lol was it nasty enough ? Was it good ? I need to write more caliente headcanon I’m still insecure about it lol

Warning : NSFW / SMUT / Mention of spoil from season 4

SMUT : mention of spanking, mention of spitting, mention of rough sex, a little bit of hair pulling nothing bad

Masterlist

Sex with Floch is difficult, there’s nothing wrong with neither of you.

Since his return with Shinganshima, he kinda lost a part of him. He was never the tender one but this event surely broke what was left of his kindness.

It doesn’t mean he would act violently toward you, but he became easily frustrated and not in the good way. Meaning sometimes he will get angry easily, he tends to be violent each time someone doesn’t agree with him. He became a monster but he hasn't known that yet.

Now, he was really in love with you and knowing your personality he couldn’t really be too rough on you.

A part of him really enjoy being rough on you, knowing he was corruption you a little bit more each time he was thrusting into you. It fascinated him the way you would bend at each of his command, opening your mouth when it told you so, screaming begging when he gave you an order. Instead of being rough for the thrill of it, he was rough on you because he loves seeing you getting all red from pleasure not being able to talk because he was fucking you dumb.

Since back in Shinganshima he couldn’t control anything, he would be in control now especially in his sex life and since you were just co compliant with him. He couldn’t just leave this opportunity.

The fact that you were so shy around him even though you’ve been naked in front of him a lot of times never felt to tease him to be a little more rougher on you. Your personality just triggers his « dark instinct »

Now, we must not forget that in the beginning Floch was and would remain a switch, which mean sometimes he needs to feel you taking care of him. To put it simple Shinganshima broke him, and since no one tries to bring him back, he works on his own to not just fall apart.

Some times he needs comfort, some times he needs to be in control. Especially for sex, during a period, when he felt especially « weak » or at least fragile, he would put extra roughness on you meaning he’ll tend to bend you over a desk or anything for that matter as long as he can bend you over, moving your ass up spreading your legs widely so he could get a nice view of your ass and leg.

He might even went as far as to took a bunch of your hair and pull it so you would scream at the pain, and while your mouth would be widely open he won’t hesitate and spit into your mouth.

He also tends to put extra slapping at your ass just because he feels like it

You’re lucky that he is hitting all the good spot, cause the man is too lost on his own pleasure to even notice that well he is particularly rough. But don’t worry, you two got safe word just in case he is too lost on his feeling.

Or, when he feels cocky or just because he is tired from his works. Floch would just lay down on his bed, hands behind his head as you’re looking at him expecting to be taken by him. Then he will just narrow one of his brown eye and say « what ? You’re expecting me to take care of you ? Naah it’s not how it’s work (scuse me sir aren’t you the one who broke me last night ???) you want me y/n then take that cock cause I won’t put a single finger for you ».

But when he feels lonely or sad, or just because you feel like you needed to put him at his place. Spank him, edge him, overstimulate him, make him beg for release and that fucker would even cum harder than usual (little bastard). There’s one thing he might be against, it’s pegging, like a finger or a two why not but a whole toy in his butt ? You’ll need to be a little more convincing for this one (read : fuck him dumbs until he can’t even remember his name and he won’t even whine)

But to do that you’ll need to be extra confident with that, cause even though he is a switch don’t forget that he is most and foremost a jerk, so basically he won’t let you have his way with you easily especially if you tend to be super shy.

If you think that fucker won’t tease the hell out of you for being cocky ? You don’t know Floch.

« Well well what do we have here ??? And here I thought you were innocent Y/N »

« S-Shut up Floch »

« Make me. »

Damn brat *cough cough*

Anyway, if during foreplay or even in the « it » of the moment you felt insecure or sad, use your safe word, Floch isn’t really good at reading people and he might think you were acting extra shy as usual while in fact you were feeling bad over something. Then proceed to explain to him what’s wrong.

He is the stupid worshipper. Always like « Huh ? You think you’re ugly ? Are you stupid ? Of course you’re hot look at you ? I thought you were smarter than y/n » damn buddy it hurts coming from you. Also the dirty worshipper.

« Such a nasty hole you are y/n look at it all clutching around nothing waiting for me to fill it entirely. Fuck you’re wonderful y/n »

« Mamama look at those legs they were made to be wrapped around my hips »

« Damn it y/n you sure know how to suck a cock »

« Look at you taking my cock so well, I swear your swallow me without a blink of an eye what a good slut you are y/n »

Yeah that’s his praise

I’m sorry

He’s doing his best

So yeah he might be a switch if you’re too shy to dom him, well all he has to do his to take the leas right ?

Now if we’re focusing about your first time not just with him, like if you’re a virgin that would be another story.

A part of him want to be extra rough on you like he will corrupt you, you know ? Not really a kink of him but the thought of it got his dick hard as rock so safe to say that he is not against the idea of fucking you dumb.

But as the thought was starting to drive him crazy he realized that for a first time, knowing your personality being quite shy and embarrassed easily he might not be the best idea to just jump into you. Maybe taking your time together would be for the best, so both of you would learn about each other’s body, sweet spot, what to do or not do.

He won’t be too vanilla because that’s not how he is especially now that he joined the yeagarist, in fact his return from Shinganshima changed him into a cold man, mentally instable but somehow strong when it came to follow his belief, but still as I stated before he always needed control but also need a way to get out of his nightmare. So being rough with you in bed sound like a perfect way to escape his reality, of course it’s not healthier way but it’s work so he won’t complain.

Now that being said, even if it won’t be your first time together I can’t see him forcing you into things that make you uncomfortable. He is a dick, but he cares about you. He might try to convince you to at least give it a shot, especially if he felt that the reason that you’re refusing it’s just you being shy (even if he told in his own way that there no need to be shy round him). But he felt that something scares you, he won’t force you and won’t even bring it again.

I don’t feel like he is into gun play/ arm play for that matter, not into blood play either. He is surrounded by blood and weapons all the time, sex with you is supposed to be a safe place where he can escape his old demons so no gun for the baby.

In conclusion, the fact that you are shy angel won’t stop him for being you so it’s up to you to tell him what’s good for you or not.

I know for a shy person it’s difficult to talk about the sensitive subject but remember that communication is a key, he might be a dick and sometimes you’d feel like you can’t talk to him like he is an ass (he is but hey you love him) like he didn’t care about your opinion but that’s not true, you are important and probably the only thing that matter to him (aside from saving paradise but you includes so) so don’t be afraid.

Tiny scenario because it took me forever to post it as a compensation :

« Fuck yeah you feel amazing y/n »

For some reason today Floch was particularly generous with you, not that usually he is not. But today he felt like spoiling you. At first it started with multiple hot make-out session everytime you two were alone. Pushing you against the near wall or holding you against his firm chest, it’s like his lips couldn’t leave yours for like one minute. One of his hand was behind your neck keeping your head firmly against him as the other left for your ass to grab it. Your body was caught between his body and the wall, so all you could do was putting your arm around his neck and just enjoy his warmth as he was greedily kissing you. After all, you hadn’t got the chance to see your boyfriend for a while, to be exact after your mission in Mahr and the capture of Eren you barely caught a moment together to share a kiss. He claimed that there was nothing against you and that he was just very busy since the situation between Mahr and Paradis was still tight.

So, his little greediness was welcomed, you couldn’t help but starting to feel touch starved. You were missing him to the point that you started to wear some of his coat just to be able to catch some of his warmth. Of course you didn’t say anything about it, knowing your boyfriend you wouldn’t see the end of it. After kissing you for like the tenth time, Floch finally moved a little to be able to see you from your entirety. Lips swollen slightly open as you were taking your breath since he barley left you time to take a breath, hair a little messy for the way he was grabbing it firmly, cheeks all pink (probably because you were both embarrassed and turned on by his action). It was definitely a view that was worth it. Since his return from Mahr, Floch hasn't had time much to his dismay to mange some quality time with you, hell he couldn’t even remember the last you two has gone on a date together. Knowing the situation, and what was about to happen with the yeagarist he won’t be able to take you on a date before a long time. So he felt like he needed to take every occasion to have his way with you, kissing you, stroking your body, feeling you against him cause who knows when he’ll be able to have you close to him again ? He was starting to feel angry and eager;

Alongside, let’s be honest the yeagarist didn’t do anything to help him. All the time, he could hear them whining about some soldier who apparently wasn’t on their side, or about the fact that yeah some of them have spent a couple of days in jail. They were starting to get on his nerve, most of them were just spoiled brat who never went into hell and here they have the guts to complain about their condition ? What a shame. He started to feel his shoulder getting heavy. His muscles too were sore, his patience was slowly disappearing worst, he started to have nightmares again. It all started because he wasn’t with you, because he barely spent time with you. He needed you. He needed you right now.

« Floch a-are you okay ? Y-You keep staring at me »

« Do I ? Sorry you just looked amazing all fucked up because of him »

« I-I’m not fucked up »

« Yet. »

A race and a couple of clothes on the floor later, here you were bending over his bed. Face down with a hand firmly against your neck, ass up all good for Floch as he was grinding against you as if it would be the last time that you two would have sex. You were used to Floch being rough against you and to be honest you didn’t mind it since he was hitting all the good spot, and the way he is grunting each time you were clutching against him was music to his hear. Also the dirty talk didn’t help. But today was different, for some reason the foreplay lasts longer than usual, you noticed that Floch took extra time kissing each inch of your body, stroking everything that he might forget. He also ate you out longer than usual putting extra time to make you cum multiple time before he could even put the head of his dick in you. You didn’t mind though, it was good to be spoiled by Floch without even begging for it.

« I could spend my life between your leg y/n but now it’s time for the real fun, come on I want you on four for me. Spread those gorgeous legs of yours for me cause I can’t spend any minute without being in you »

As he was thrusting into you senseless, you felt that he was slowing down but still keeping a firm rhythm against you. Then you felt your body moving, so you could be face to him, he moved his own body too bringing your ankle around his head as your legs were now on his shoulder. The light coming from the windows highlight his toned chest and his arm muscles, his hair were a mess from all the time he put them in place. Even after getting intimate with him multiple times, getting naked in front of him was still something that embarrassed you. He knew that. So it was no surprise for you that you hear him chuckled at your state before slowing down putting your knee at your chest, so he could kiss you again for like the hundred time.

« You felt like heaven babe I’m not kidding I can die now it would be perfect. So tight and warm for me »

And then as if nothing happened, he roughly starts to thrust into you. Floch’s head was now in the crook of your neck as he was breathing heavily, your hand were now on his hair grabbing it each time he was hiding your sweet spot. His movement were kinda slow though as he was taking time to thrust deeply into you reaching whenever spot he was looking for, you swore you could feel his head on your stomach or maybe it was just you losing your mind. It didn’t help that you suddenly felt his hand between your leg touching you, stroking you, teasing you so you would approach your climax quicker than him. No doubt that Floch planned to either edge you or overstimulate you, knowing how he spoils you before, he might overstimulate you until you would be nothing but a mess.

How long would you last before loosing your mind ? That’s what Floch was about to know.

[jackrrabbit]

cuffing season /// Ushijima x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: [Shiratorizawa fanweek day 5—Firsts] You convince your boyfriend to try something new in the bedroom, but as it turns out, old habits die hard.

A/N: Heard it was Shiratorizawa week 👀 technically I did originally post this on day 5, but I had to repost bc of tag issues, whoops :P Let’s pray it works this time!! edit: apparently it’s still not listed in the tags :<

The song that I mention is Bruno Major’s Old Fashioned (although it doesn’t fit the tone of this fic in the least).

Tags/warnings: mild bondage, size kink, rough sex!!!, marking (bruises/hickeys/etc.), power play/power exchange, reader tries & fails to dom Mr. Ushijima 😳, all characters are adults

Look, Ushijima’s a great boyfriend. Perfect, almost. Sure, he may not be the most expressive guy, but you’ve been dating him long enough that you’re able to pick up on the little gestures that tell you that he cares about you—the way he presses his face into your hair when you hug him after you’ve been apart for a while; his hands stroking circles into your skin when you fall asleep in bed next to him; all of it. He’s everything you could possibly look for in a man, except for one not-so-little issue:

The sex.

Because Ushijima, your sweet, wonderful boyfriend, who kisses you so gently it’s like he thinks you’ll fall apart if he’s not infinitely careful with you, is for some reason incapable of exercising the same degree of restraint (or any restraint at all) when you’re in bed together. When it comes to sex, your boyfriend is a fucking animal. And you’re not really sure how much more you can handle.

Maybe your concerns would seem petty from an outsider’s perspective. It’s not like Ushijima doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and it’s not like you don’t want to have sex. You’re attracted to him, of course you are! Almost 76 inches and 190 pounds of pure muscle, a body that looks like Michelangelo could have carved it from marble, and that beautifully solemn expression that had you salivating over him from the stands before you even knew his name? You want to have sex with him, you’re just fairly certain you can’t, not when it always ends up with you completely and utterly wrecked, so spent you don’t even have the strength to lift your hips off the mattress so he can wipe his cum off your thighs.

Look, anyone in your position would feel the same way. It’s awful and you’ll never admit it to him, but you almost broke up with him after the first time you two fucked. You knew going in that it wouldn’t be easy—the man radiates big dick energy and boy did he deliver—but it was just too much.

That first time had started off so innocuously, with you inviting him to your place for a nightcap after your sixth date. You’d set candles and put on your romantic sex playlist for a nice backdrop to let him hold you in his lap and make out—how the hell had you gone from that to having him rut you into the mattress, your belly pressed into the sheets and ass arched up so he could pound into you so forcefully that your rickety bed smacked into the wall hard enough to rattle the furniture with every movement, and you couldn’t even hear it over the sound of your own moaning? You hadn’t changed the playlist, and it felt downright obscene to listen to Bruno Major croon about love and courtship while Ushijima fucked into you like he was trying to carve the shape of his cock into your pussy.

You’d had to call in sick the next day because you could barely walk. The bruises from where he held your hips had taken weeks to fade, and by that time he’d already given you new ones. To his credit, Ushijima felt bad when he saw the evidence of how rough he’d been and he promised to take it easy on you next time…but after a few more rounds of mind-numbingly savage sex you learned that the man apparently doesn’t know what ‘take it easy’ means.

To be fair, at least some of it is your fault. You really shouldn’t have offered to go on the pill as a three-month anniversary present to him. At least before, he had to give you a break while he changed condoms after he came; now he has no reason to hesitate, instead going for round two (and sometimes round three) without pulling out. You never thought you’d see superhuman stamina as a bad thing, but…

“You don’t get it! It’s like getting fucked by a stallion. I need to plan to have three days to recover whenever I take him home with me,” you whined to your friends over cocktails when they told you you shouldn’t complain about a good thing—after all, Ushijima is just as committed to your pleasure as he is to his own, and there’s never been an occasion where he didn’t get you off before fucking you himself (probably at least a little because there’s no way in hell you’d be relaxed enough to take him otherwise).

“Can’t you just tell him to go slower?” one of your friends asked. “If he doesn’t listen to you, then that’s fucked up and you need to dump him.”

“It’s not that he doesn’t listen. If I tell him to stop, he stops,” you sighed, stirring your drink with the straw and watching the decorative sprig of mint fall under the surface to be overtaken by a chip of ice. “It’s like he can’t go slower. He’s not adjustable—it’s either crazy brutal or nothing, and then neither of us get what we want. Like a vibrator you can’t turn off the highest level. I don’t even think he realizes in the moment how intense it is for me.”

“Aren’t you ever on top? You can set the pace.”

“I’ve tried, but Ushi just—“ you made a gripping motion with your hands and mimicked raising something up and setting it down vigorously— “like, bounces me.”

One of them raised an eyebrow and then her eyes widened. She turned to your other friend and the two of them whispered to each other for a bit, then shifted back to you. “Tie him up,” she said with the air of an elder imparting sage knowledge, and your other friend nodded.

“Oh, come on.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m serious. Guys usually love it when girls are in control, you just need to take the initiative. Get him tied down and then you can show him exactly how you like it. Let him feel like he’s at your mercy for once.”

The idea had seemed unthinkable at the time, but you hadn’t been able to forget it—which is why after weeks of contemplation, hours of research, and a single extremely awkward trip to a sex shop, you’re now crouching over Ushijima’s naked chest, wrapping a leather cuff around one of his wrists.

“Are you sure that this is something you want to do?” Ushijima asks in that weighty baritone that makes you shiver with need. He doesn’t pull away, but he eyes your actions warily as you thread the chain of the cuffs around a rung in the center of your headboard and reach over to do the other side.

“…Yes,” you tell him, a little less firmly than you would have liked, and you lick your lips to try to make up for how suddenly dry your mouth is. “Anyway, isn’t that my line? We don’t have to do the cuffs if you don’t want to. I won’t force you.”

“It’s alright. You and I both know you couldn’t force me, (Y/N).” Dark eyes pin you down and it’s incredibly unfair how much power he has over you even when he’s the one chained to the bed.

Ushijima’s right, obviously—if he didn’t want to be exactly where he is right now, he wouldn’t be. You’re sure as hell not strong enough to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to, but he didn’t have to say it like that.

“Okay then…good,” you reply, adjusting the straps of the cuffs to accommodate for how stupidly thick his wrists are. When you’re satisfied that they won’t chafe but he can’t get out of them without your help, you sit back next to his chest and admire your handiwork. Ushijima lays on his back, naked, relaxed, even with his arms stretched up to your headboard and cuffed there. He looks good, mouthwateringly good, and you’re ready to get your hands on him when you remember there’s something you need to get straight first. “Wait, before we—before I do anything, remember— what do you say if you want me to stop?”

“…Vanilla,” Ushijima says, reciting the safeword you decided on when you were hammering out details, although the look in his half-lidded eyes is telling you very clearly that he has no intention of needing to use it.

Privately you agree, but everything you’ve read on the kink blogs you’ve been trolling for research tells you that a responsible adult doesn’t put cuffs on their partner without deciding on a safeword first, and you’re determined to do this by the book. “Good boy,” you say, and the diminutive feels awkward in your mouth until you see Ushijima’s reaction—the flash in his eyes, a minuscule hitch in his breathing next to you, and the scrape of metal against wood as he gives a light pull at the cuffs.

With everything safe and accounted for, you give a final tug to the chain to ensure it’s secure, then inch back and swing one leg over the broad expanse of his chest so you’re straddling his abdomen (and he’s so damn big that there’s a twinge of soreness in your thighs just from sitting on top of him). Fuck, he looks good like this, all spread out and pinned underneath you, so masculine and bulky that you’re feeling your pussy get wet just from watching him watching you.

It’s not often you get to appreciate him like this—usually you’re too focused on not losing your mind from how deeply he’s fucking you—so you savor it, massaging his shoulders and sliding your fingers down his sides, tracing the smooth skin with a feather-light touch and then dipping to kiss under his jaw. Feeling more than a little devious, you let your teeth graze over the thin skin at the base of his neck and with your chest pressed into his, it’s not hard to feel his sharp intake of breath.

“The marks...my teammates will notice.”

“Maybe I should stop, then,” you murmur against his skin, lifting up just enough to brush over his nipples. He stiffens, and once again you hear him tugging at the cuffs.

“…Don’t. I want them to see,” Ushijima says, and once you have his permission you don’t waste any time in latching your mouth to his skin and sucking. It’s been ages since you’ve given anyone a hickey. Usually you’re the one marked up like a teenager after Ushijima has his way with you, so this is a nice change of pace, especially when you can feel him flexing underneath you.

Well, kissing is nice…but you’re getting impatient and you know he is too. Once you’re satisfied that your hickeys are going to show up nice and bright red around his neck like a collar, you sit back, walking your hands back on his chest, stroking over his abdomen and giving a little roll of your ass on top of him. Ushijima’s hips twitch—unconsciously, you wonder?—and he glares at you in a way that tells you in no uncertain terms to hurry up and let him fuck you.

And damn it, something about that look has you feeling weak. Needy. Obedient. But this time you’re supposed to be in charge, so you smirk and lift your hips, pulling your body back so his cock is nestled between your legs, not quite touching your pussy. He’s already hard—no surprises there, considering how intently he’s watching you as you mess with him—but you only take a second to stroke his cock up and down before shifting up so he can see you slick your fingers up in your own pussy.

“(Y/N)…” Ushijima’s voice is low, annoyed, and he looks hungry. But you’re so amazed at how wet you are under your own fingers that you don’t bother to pay attention to him shifting his position under you to try to get stimulation. Your juices are literally slicking up your own thighs, just from chaining up your boyfriend and teasing him a little? You should have done this a long time ago.

You push two fingers into your pussy and pump them a few times, making sure to angle your hips so Ushijima can see them go in and out. The stretch is almost uncomfortable for a second and you wince a little before schooling your expression, knowing you’re about to have something a lot bigger than two fingers stretching you open. Ushijima catches it though, and he frowns, trying to sit up before remembering the cuffs that are holding him back. “Let me—let me do it for you—“

“No, stay down,” you say quickly, using your other hand to push him back into the mattress while you continue to touch yourself. Ushijima lets you (and there’s no doubt in your mind that he is letting you), but his eyes narrow as he zeroes in on the way your fingers are glistening with your own pussy juices.

God, you’re—you’re supposed to be in control, aren’t you? So then you shouldn’t be feeling like this, eyes drifting closed as you fuck yourself on your fingers, letting your lower knuckles rub against your clit while you try to curl them to rub against your g-spot. Ushijima’s been spoiling you…you can’t remember the last time you’ve had to do this yourself, and as you feel the tension building up slowly you catch yourself wishing it were him fingering you instead.

His fingers are just so thick. And long, and so rough. You bite your lip thinking about the way he does it when he preps you to take his cock, mashing his palm into your clit, petting along inside you and scissoring his fingers and… “Mmh,” you hum, holding back a real moan for Ushijima’s sake.

There’s another click of the chain sliding over the headboard wood and it reminds you that he’s right there, you could just uncuff him and he could touch you and fill you up with those thick fingers, make you cum, make you cry. But the urge to seek your own pleasure is outweighed by the image he’s making as he looks at you, his expression almost angry in its intensity now that he’s watching you do this to yourself and he has no way to get his hands on you.

“Ahh—“ you whine, letting a real whimper out at the thought of what you’re doing to him. “Ushi, Ushi, do you wanna touch? Wanna touch me?”

His head ducks into a hasty nod and his jaw clenches at the strain of having to ask for what he wants instead of just taking it like usual.

The longer you touch yourself, the closer you’re getting…but you don’t want to cum, not just yet. You draw your fingers out of your dripping cunt and open them up in a V, showing off the juices that connect them, the evidence of how wet you are for him. “Mmm, I don’t think so. I think there’s something else I want in me instead.”

And then you’re reaching to the side for the lube, squeezing a healthy dollop into your palm and then wrapping your hand around Ushiijma’s cock. And—fuck, he’s big. Sure, you’ve had sex with him plenty, but no matter how often you take him, you never stop feeling absolutely torn up after. A tingle of trepidation races up your spine at the thought of riding him like this—can you even put it in by yourself?

Even just looking at it is intimidating. He’s painfully hard, cock flushed red and bobbing up against his lower stomach every time you let it go, and, Jesus, how is it even possible that this thing would fit inside you? When you wrap your hand around him your fingers don’t touch; he must be thicker around than your own wrist.

Halfway. That’ll going to be your goal tonight, to take him halfway. And even that…is going to be a stretch.

The anxiety must show on your face because once again you’ve got Ushijima straining at the cuffs. “(Y/N)—“ he spits as you stroke him up, nudging your palm against the tip. “(Y/N), you need to finish first. Let me make you cum.”

“No, this time I want to—I’m gonna cum on your cock,” you say, adjusting your position so you’re kneeling above him, the head of his cock sliding between your lips. “Gonna cum on your big cock, Ushi, okay?”

His cock jumps in your hand at the provocation. He’s glaring at you, but he’s also leaking precum, the sticky fluid mixing with the lubricant. You give Ushijima a moment to say the safeword if he really doesn’t want you to, and when he stays quiet you raise yourself up a little more and line the head of his cock up with your weeping slit. You hold your pussy lips open with your fingers, easing your thighs down and pressing the head into you and—

“Oh—oh—oh, fuck, oh fuck, Ushi—“ you stutter out helplessly.

It’s been almost two weeks since he last fucked you. One week, six days and about three hours, and at the moment this measure of time seems unreasonably important because it’s been almost two weeks since you last let Ushijima split you in half with his ridiculously huge cock.

You’re not ready, should’ve prepped more, should’ve let him make you cum like he said—fuck, it feels like you’re losing your virginity—and the mixture of dismay and relief that spills over you when the thick swell of his head pushes past that tight ring of muscle is almost nauseating.

The tip? Seriously, just the fucking tip, and you’re already delirious, shaking, your thighs quivering on either side of his. It’s taking all of your strength to keep from going slack—but you know if you do, his whole cock is going to slide up into you and even thinking about that has your cunt clenching and unclenching around what you’re able to fit inside.

“Do you need help?” Despite the strain in Ushijima’s voice at being teased like this, there’s an undercurrent of amusement. He clearly doesn’t have faith in your ability to take him deeper by yourself.

It’s this—this quiet arrogance, this belief that he knows what’s best for you and he’s the only one who can give it to you—that gives you the guts to convince yourself to lower yourself down onto his his cock until you’re literally gasping for air. It fucking hurts, but you’re not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing you say it; instead, you brace your hands against the stiff muscle of his chest and try to focus on the way his cockhead is pressing into your g-spot.

Halfway…he’s gotta be at least halfway in, right? You sneak a glance up at him and bite back a curse at the look on his face, serious as ever, so focused on the place where your pussy is reluctantly eating up his cock that you feel your insides tense up around him again.

You don’t even know how it’s possible for you to get tighter around him but somehow you must be able to, because you hear Ushijima grunt underneath you, and his muscles contract under your palms as he tries again to sit up. When he can’t, he hisses in frustration. “Move…now. Or I won’t be able to control myself.”

Funny, aren’t you supposed to be the one controlling him? But it sure as hell doesn’t feel that way when you’re barely able to stay upright just from trying to ride his cock. You nod desperately, chin jutting up and down like a bobblehead, and lift your hips up off his cock until just the tip is left inside. When you push yourself back down you can’t help whimpering at the feeling of him stretching you, sliding up into you, that stiff, wet cockhead dragging over your g-spot.

By now the pain has faded into an uncomfortable stretch, like leaning too heavily into a foreign pose in yoga, enough that you’re able to feel the arousal building in the pit of your belly and hold onto it as you rock your hips up and down him. The pace is slow—almost too slow; you marvel at yourself for wanting it faster—and there’s a fair amount of Ushijima’s cock that you’re not able to take, but this is really all you can handle.

“Mmm, Ushi, fuck, you’re so big, so big and hard inside me, feels so good on your cock—“ you moan, knowing you sound less like the dominant partner in this position and more like you’re teasing him, pushing his limits.

Ushijima’s breathing is heavy. Labored. He’s trying to hold himself back. “(Y/N), deeper—take me deeper, now.”

Part of your brain vaguely recognizes that he isn’t supposed to be giving the orders here, but you’re too drunk on the feeling of fucking yourself on his cock to complain, so you lower your hips and try, but it feels like you’re just too weak to do it yourself. “Ushi please, it’s too much, too big, I can’t, please—“

And your pleading must sound like an invitation, because his eyes flash and you feel him shifting the position of his legs behind you—and then he bucks his hips up and his cock sinks into your cunt, pushing up into your gooey insides until the head is pressing into the tight opening of your cervix.

“Ahn—?” you squeal, startled. What? He—what? Fuck, it’s deep, it’s so deep, you can’t hold yourself up so you flop downward, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, “ohhh Ushi pleasepleaseplease” and you barely hear yourself over the lubed-up slap of his pelvis against your skin.

Fuck, it feels like he’s knocking the breath out of you. Feels like you can’t fucking breathe like his cock isn’t just pushing against your stomach but your lungs too, can’t breathe so you bear down on his shoulders try to hold yourself up try to let yourself adjust but—

Ushijima’s in control now.

Not that he ever wasn’t, you’d think if you were capable of thinking except you’re not because as you try to situate yourself make yourself relax around that monster cock filling you up, he’s not giving you a moment to catch your breath, instead thrusting up into you at his usual breakneck pace. Apparently he doesn’t need to use his hands to make you bounce—you’re not even moving yourself now, just trying to hold still as his hips slam his cock inside you again and again and again, and again, rubbing up against that sweet spot in your pussy so quickly that you think you might go crazy from it.

“Nngh, so tight,” he growls, and you can tell from the way the words are choked out that he’s gritting his teeth. You almost want to roll your eyes—of course you’re tight, anyone would feel tight around him—but it feels like if you do your eyes might roll back in your head so you don’t.

Jesus fuck, you can’t even understand how long it’s been but you do know that it’s absurd for you to want to cum already, only the thick mass of his cock pushing into you is somehow hitting all the right buttons, just like it always does. Even if it’s rough you want more. By now you’re trying to meet his thrusts, rolling your hips in time with him fucking you open, doing your best to participate but really it’s all you can do to even stay still with how roughly he’s fucking you. “Ushi, fuck, so deep, wanna cum I wanna cum please let me cum—“

“Touch yourself,” he commands breathlessly because he’s still tied to the headboard and he can’t do it, and you barely have the strength to pick one of your hands up off of where you’re scratching into his shoulder and pull it down to rub at your clit.

It’s not enough and you whimper desperately, you don’t want your own fingers, you want Ushijima’s, you want him to touch you. You’re probably saying it out loud by now, begging him to put his hands on you—his eyes widen and then the sound of the metal cuff chain grating over wood reaches you—you can see the skin of his wrists get lighter from lack of blood flow, he’s pulling at the cuffs, pulling too hard, he’s going to hurt himself, you have to stop him—and then you hear a snap.

Aw, shit. The bed.

The thought comes in a singular moment of clarity as you watch the rung Ushijima’s chained to separate itself from the rest of the headboard, splintering, the nail that held it in place looking pathetically flimsy next to the veins bulging in his arms as he slides the chain away from it. He flexes his hands, forming fists and then unclenching them to restore the interrupted blood flow, and then you’ve only got a second to prepare yourself before he’s upright, dragging your hips up to meet his.

“Ushi, Ushi, Ushi, I want, please, I want you,” you beg, but you didn’t really have to because you’re pretty sure there’s no force on Earth that could stop him from holding you up so he can fuck down into you with a ferocity that could be mistaken for anger if you weren’t certain it was really lust.

The entire bed is creaking and rocking against the force of his movement, but you don’t really have the headspace to worry about more property damage considering he’s got you supporting yourself on the mattress on your back and shoulders, your spine curled up so he can kneel and still have your hips aligned with his, your legs dangling bonelessly on either side of him.

Fuck. Holy fuck. You open your mouth but words don’t come out, only a choked whimper, but if you could speak you’d be saying yesyesyesyesyes, touch me.

Despite your inability to speak, Ushijima picks up on what you need and then along with his cock carving its way in and out of you you’re getting the feeling of his fingers padding over your clit. Rough and callused, not gentle, nothing like the way you touched yourself earlier, but you’re starting to realize you don’t mind the aggression. In fact, it’s good, it’s so good, so good you’re gonna cum.

You’re gonna cum.

A long, drawn-out whine is spilling out of your lips before you can stop it; you wrap your hand over your own mouth out of shame or maybe courtesy to your neighbors (although by now they’ve probably invested in earplugs after listening to you squeal like a pig on Ushijima’s cock dozens of times in the past). Still, as your climax rocks through you shove your thumb between your teeth to bite down on it, but the sharp pain is nothing compared to the pleasure.

“Ushiiiii—“ you sob around your own fingers. Your spine arches—or rather, you try to arch your back but you can’t, not with Ushijima’s full body weight pressing into you and keeping you pinned to the mattress.

It hurts, it feels good, you’re seeing stars, you’re hearing Ushijima snarl as your pussy tightens up and convulses on his cock. His one-handed grip on your ass gets painfully tight as he abandons whatever pretense of restraint he had left and pumps his cock into you so hard and fast you’re pretty sure the headboard isn’t going to be the only thing broken, but you don’t fucking care because you’re cumming, you’re cumming, you’re cumming so hard you think you black out for a second, holy fuck.

It’s only when you hear Ushijima’s panting breath and feel him pulling your hand away from your mouth that you regain your grip on reality. “You’re bleeding,” he says, holding your hand up and inspecting the shallow indentations your teeth made on your thumb.

“…You broke my bed,” you reply tiredly once you’ve gotten in a lungful of air, what feels like the first full breath you’ve been able to take since he put his cock inside you.

“I’m sorry,” Ushijima tells you, although he doesn’t look particularly sorry.

You roll your eyes. “Did you cum?”

“Yes. When you did.” Without him holding you up there’s nothing to prevent you from sliding down off his softening (but still unfairly impressive) cock. You’re certainly not strong enough to keep yourself in position.

Even if he hadn’t confirmed it, you’d still be able to feel the familiar heat of his semen plastering your insides, and once your still-sensitive pussy is exposed to the cool air your inner muscles squeeze involuntarily but hard enough to force some of his cum out—you sense it, hot and thick, dripping out of your pussy to smear against your thighs. “Can we take a bath?” you ask, knowing you’ll barely be able to walk over to the bathroom, much less stand under the shower unassisted.

Ushijima nods and moves off the bed. “I can carry you,” he adds when you try to stand up and your knees almost give out before you flop back onto the mattress.

At this angle, with you sitting and him standing in front, it’s difficult not to see that despite cumming literally less than two minutes ago, he’s already getting stiff again. Jesus, is he even human? After how hard you just came, the thought of letting him fuck you again is giving you something stronger than butterflies, but you look up at him and offer anyway. “Wait, do you…um, want to go for another round?”

Ushijima’s gaze meets yours and then travels over your body underneath him. You must look like a mess—sweaty, hair all fucked up and tangled, body still shaking with the aftershocks of your climax and barely able to sit comfortably on your aching pussy—and you guess he sees how jittery (nervous?) you feel because for the first time since your relationship started, he shakes his head to turn down an offer of sex. “No, I’ll take care of it. Let’s clean up first.”

“Okay,” you sigh, releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and raising your arms to let him pick you up.

“(Y/N).”

When Ushijima doesn’t move to carry you, you frown. “Hm?”

“The cuffs.”

Oh, right. The black leather is wrapped around both of his wrists, chain still intact. Apparently these cuffs are stronger than your headboard. Good quality. Too bad they’re going in the trash. You make quick work of the release and then undo the straps carefully, massaging over the light pink marks on your boyfriend’s wrists once they’re free.

“Sorry, did it hurt you? I didn’t mean to—I mean, I just wanted…” You trail off, feeling infinitely embarrassed that despite all your claims of dominating him, he still ended up with the upper hand, cuffs or no cuffs. And you liked submitting to him. There’s no denying that.

“It didn’t. And…I enjoyed having you on top,” Ushijima tells you, lifting you effortlessly into a princess-carry now that his arms are free.

“Yeah right. We’re never using those again,” you scoff, tucking your head into his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. “My boss is going to get mad that I keep taking sick days every time I have sex with you. I’m just going to throw the cuffs out.”

From your position, so close to him, you can barely see the upward quirk of his mouth that would be as good as laughter for anyone else. “Don’t get rid of them. I think…next time, I would like to have you wearing them, (Y/N).”

Well, fuck.

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

Mother’s Day Drabbles

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader, Miguel Galindo x Black!Reader, EZ Reyes x Black!Reader, Obispo Losa x Black!Reader

Summary: Four drabbles with my four favorite men from Mayans MC commemorating Mother’s Day with their loves.

Warning(s): Grief, loss of a child in the last drabble (sorry to my bishop girls) but the other ones are all fluffy goodness

Word count: 1,545

AN: It’s almost Father’s Day so y’know what sounds good? Reading some EXTREMELY late Mother’s Day drabbles!! lol. I haven’t posted anything in so long and these were in the drafts so here we are. Enjoy these random ideas that popped into my head. Trying to force myself to get into shorter form writing like drabbles and headcanons. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading! xo

Breakfast in bed - Angel (fluff)

“Daddy shhh! You gots ta be quiet.”

“Lo siento princesa.”

You fought to keep your eyes shut and not smile as they tried and failed at surprising you. You wouldn’t ruin their efforts so you just listened as they came into the bedroom and something was set on your nightstand.

It was silent for a moment before a ball of energy landed firmly on top of you, knocking the wind out of you and fully waking you up.

“Good morning mommy. I made you breakfast in bed.” Your beautiful little girl told you once she saw your eyes open.

A throat cleared and your eyes connected with your husband’s.

“Oh, Daddy helped too.” She added, getting comfortable in your lap as you sat up against your headboard and adjusted the bonnet on your head.

“Oh he did? Well thanks for helping Daddy.” You teased, as he took a seat on the bed next to you.

“Anything for you. Happy Mother’s Day.” Angel leaned in and kissed you on the lips once, twice, three times. The last peck lingered a little too long and the princess was not amused.

“Let her eat! The food is gonna get cold.” She grumbled, and you broke down in giggles. That daughter of yours was a sass machine and she stayed on her daddy’s head. He loved every bit of it.

“Okay, okay.” He relented, a grin on his face. Anything for his girls.

Coming home to a spotless clean house - Miguel (fluff)

As your driver pulled into the driveway of your large home, she sighed knowing your day had only just become. After a full day of work, she knew as soon as you stepped foot in the house you would need to pick up after the kids from their time running the nanny ragged. Then, you’d have to get dinner cooked before wrangling the kids to eat, bathe, and then sleep. No clue if you’d see your husband or if he was having a late night.

You loved your life. You loved your family. Sometimes things could just be a little tiring. But you put that smile on your face and you made your way into the house.

The quiet was the first thing to hit and surprise you. Your home was never this quiet at this time of day. You slowly walked further into the house, your nose guiding you to the kitchen where a delicious aroma caught your attention. As you rounded the corner, you were shocked to see your husband standing at the stove.

“Miguel?” You asked, confused at his presence and the state of the house. Everything was clean and put away. He was at home at a decent time and not off somewhere handling business. Something was going on.

“Hello mi amor.” He walked closer to you before grabbing your face and kissing your lips. You’d missed him today so you added a little pressure to the kiss, but it didn’t last long as there was a burning question on your mind.

“What’s going on? Where are the kids?” You asked, head swiveling, as soon as you ended the kiss, to see if you could spot them. You didn’t even notice Miguel maneuvering you onto one of the kitchen stools.

“The kids are in their rooms, dinner is cooking, the house is clean and you are going to enjoy this chardonnay I bought for you.” He handed you a glass and you took it without complaint. A sweet smile spread across your lips as you realized he did all of this for you.

“You do so many wonderful things for this family. I want you to enjoy your night to yourself. I will handle putting the children to bed and you will relax for the night. Your dinner should be done by the time I get back downstairs but in the meantime, I know you’ve been wanting to catch up on the new season of A Black Lady Sketch Show. It’s queued up in the living room.”

A kid wrangling free night? Your favorite tv show and wine? He already bought you everything you could ask for but this? This is so much better than any present he could have come up with. “How did I get so lucky?” You pondered, a dreamy smile on your face.

“I ask myself the same question every day. Happy Mother’s Day.” He replied, kissing you again before going to fulfill his promise.

Spa day for expectant mom - EZ (fluff)

Knowing what comes with being pregnant and actually experiencing the symptoms are two very different things. You don’t wanna say you underestimated things, but you were in the middle of your third trimester and you weren’t handling things very well.

“EZ!! EZEKIEL!” You hollered for him, from where you sat propped up on the couch. Your back was killing you, you couldn’t see your feet but you knew they were a hot mess, and you just generally felt uncomfortable. You knew it would all be worth it in the end, but the end was taking too damn long to get here.

Your boyfriend had been incredibly understanding of your constant mood swings. When you first told him you were pregnant, he went out and bought a bunch of pregnancy books. He was always reading one that first trimester. Angel would tease him and say he could just google everything, but EZ had always preferred having physical copies of text. He wanted to know everything you’d go through so he could help you deal with it.

You call him now and he doesn’t respond. You grow annoyed, but also slightly concerned because he never doesn’t answer you.

It took several tries but you manage to get yourself off the couch and head back towards your bedroom. When you push the door open, a wide smile breaks out on your face. The lights in the room were dimmed and your favorite candles were lit, bathing the room in a soothing scent. Songs from your ‘self care day’ playlist filled the otherwise silent air. On the bed was the biggest, fluffiest robe you’d ever seen in your life. There was also a basket filled with goodies including face masks, different color nail polish, massage oil, and your favorite snacks.

“What is all of this?” You asked your boyfriend who had almost as big a smile on his face as you did.

“You didn’t seriously think I’d just let your first Mother's Day go by with no acknowledgment, did you?”

You blinked somewhat in surprise. “I...I mean yeah I guess. My first Mother’s Day is next year. Baby Reyes isn’t even here yet.”

“So? You’re carrying our child. You gonna let me spoil you or you gonna keep making excuses why I can’t?” He asked, his eyebrow raised and a sly smirk on his face.

“Spoil away then.” You grinned, holding out a hand for him to take before pampering you for the rest of the night.

Cuddles - Bishop (angst, heed the tw up top please)

The ray from the television was the only light source illuminating the living room. You were laying on your side on the couch, eyes on the tv but not truly paying attention to it. The light from the tv reflected off the tear stains left in her cheeks.

Bishop came back from dealing with club stuff and leaned on the doorway just watching you. He knew it was a rough day for you. Everyday was hard, but today was especially hurtful. He’d be feeling the same way just next month.

He placed his kutte onto the armchair and slipped off his shoes before climbing over you. You jumped a little at his presence but he just gently nudged you up so he could squeeze between you and the back of the couch.

One arm slid under your head and the other rested on your waist as he settled in. The hand on your waist reached out and gently ran a thumb over the little face in the picture frame you held tightly in your hands.

“Our sweet boy.” He whispered, a sad smile on his face.

Your breath hitched and your shoulders began to shake as you silently cried. You missed him so much. The whole day you stayed inside hoping to avoid all the mother celebrations, but that didn’t help. The hurt ran deep and no amount of avoidance could stop it. This day was a special slap in the face and every year the last three years have been spent like this.

Bishop curled the arm under your head until his elbow laid on your clavicle. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you tight against him.

“You’ll always be his mother. That love is forever.” He softly but firmly stated before pecking your shoulder over and over.

You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in at the feel of him squeezing you tightly. It was comforting. He was always holding you together. He understood your pain and even though it hurt worse some days than others, you knew you had to continue on.

But for right now, you would cry in your man’s arms and hope next year went better.