#that wouldn't break the curse at all why would he trade??

[copypastus]

So that hofas bonus Ember chapter huh.

I wish Tamlin and Nesta built a casual friendship.

It's such a missed opportunity! They were both assigned penance eternal by the IC over their relationships with Feyre with no road to redemption. In acosf they were both on a shame spiral. You'd think this would be a like calls to like moment! Opportunity to recognise that just coz Rhys's friends hate you doesn't make you a bad person!

[dinogoofymutated]

NSFW! Nightcrawler/GN!Reader

This is purely self-indulgent smuttiness for Kurt, because sometimes cuteness aggression surfaces as really wanting to suck a man's dick. I know we haven't actually seen him in the 97' show yet, but I couldn't help myself. Think of this as a mixture between show Kurt and Comic Kurt. Or imagine any Kurt really.

Tw: MDNI!!!! Oral, slight cursing. Reader was pictured as AFAB while writing but no specific genitals or pronouns are mentioned.

Trying to relax in the X mansion was near impossible. There's always some event, some drama or loudness taking place. Living with gambit was hard enough with the explosions and shit, but after Jubilee moved in…

There was just no Peace in this house. Even though you wouldn't trade it for the world, there wasn't exactly any "me" time, If you catch my drift. It was ridiculously hard to find time for yourself, leaving you a bit more pent up than normal.

On top of that, there was almost always some sexual tension in the house. Rogue and gambit, Jean and Scott. Morph. Literally just Morph, and their innuendos. It was hard enough to see Rogue and Remy tip-toe around eachother, But Jean and Scott? You can't remember a time they weren't sneaking off together to get laid.

All this had left you ridiculous stiff. No free time, surrounded by the adult equivalent of horny teens, it was taking a toll on you. When Kurt came back to the mansion, you were over the moon to see him.

You loved your boyfriend so incredibly much, but never before had you been thinking such sinful thoughts about him. You'd steel glances of his toned arms when he'd hand you something. Glance at his ass when he walked by. Hell, just his smile and laugh would get you going.

He was just so cute. He's loving, and caring, and kind. You felt so lucky to be with him, but that didn't change the fact that you wanted to jump his bones, bad. You wanted to suck this man dry, and as embarrassed you are to admit it, you didn't hesitate to. The moment you finally had him in your bed, you knew you were going to give this man the best head of his life.

“You want to-?” Kurt’s breath hitches, the faint pupils in his yellow eyes dilating. His adam's apple bobbs as he looks away from your heated gaze and sets his eyes on your hands, idly stroking down his soft abdomen. You lean down to kiss him again, tenderly. He returns the kiss eagerly, his tail swaying back and forth on the bed. It takes a moment for you to be able to focus enough to get back on task.

“Please, Kurt.” You beg, breaking the kiss with him. He chases after your lips, and the action is so cute you can't help but kiss him again, and again. You kiss the corner of his mouth, before kissing the crook of his neck, and then his collarbone, dragging your teeth across the velvety blue skin. His soft moans are music to your ears as your hands drag lower, gently cupping the bulge that had started to grow. The air catches in his chest, but you don't tease him for long, moving your hands up and down his chest once again. His tail wraps around one of your wrists.

“Are you sure?” Kurt asks, one of his hands reaching up to brush the hair out of your face. You can help but lean into the touch with a sigh, mouth watering at the prospect of having him against your tongue. You smile at him, scoffing just lightly.

“Of course I am, silly.” The words come out breathlessly. “Why wouldn't I be?” You trail kisses lower, paying special attention to the curly hair of his happy trail as you softly run your fingers across his skin. Kurt swallows, letting out a quiet whine as you start to slide his sweatpants down to free his cock.

“ ‘Just… Don't want you to feel like you have to, Schatz- Hng..” He lets out a choaked groan as you start to press kisses along his inner thighs as you remove the pants completely. You giggle a little, aiming to make him moan just a little louder as you start to stroke and kiss along his length.

“Believe me, love, I wouldn't be begging for it if I did.” You respond. Kurt opens his mouth to speak again, only to cut himself off with a sharp “Ah!” as you take the head of his cock into your mouth and start to suck. The end of his tail twitches, still wrapped around your wrist, and he chuckles.

“That was a dirty trick,” He says, reaching down to move the hair out of your face. You hum in appreciation as his hand gathers your locks, holding the hair back so he can see you better. You reward him by taking more of him into your mouth, reveling in the noises you receive in return. His skin is smooth and soft, and you find yourself appreciating every inch of him you can fit in your mouth.

You're doing your very best to give him exactly the kind of head he deserves for being so sweet and loving and caring. You think about the chores he's done without asking since he's been back as you swirl your tongue around his tip. The book he brought you as a souvenir as you glide back down, nosing the dark blue patch of curls. God- he was just the most perfect man you had ever met, and you were determined to reward him for that.

“Scheisse- I… Liebe, I'm going to…ah!” Kurt begins to writhe underneath you, and it gives you the best satisfaction when you open your eyes to see his face contorted in the throes of pleasure. You savor the taste of his skin as he begins to twitch in your mouth. His grip tightens around your hair, he free hand opening and clenching as he scrambles for purchase on the bed. You take hold of it, lacing your hands together as best you can just in time for him to reach his peak.

You never really liked the taste or texture of cum, but for Kurt, You'd swallow every drop he gives you. You work him through his high as he squeezes your hand, moaning at the sensation. His moans turn to whines as he becomes sensitive, his tail unwinding Itself from your wrist. You can tell just by looking at it that it might bruise, but you wouldn't dare tell him that.

His grip loosens on your hair as you pull away from him. His yellow eyes are teary and his muscles are relaxed and boneless, but that doesn't stop him from sitting up a little and sliding his hand behind the nape of your neck to pull you in for a deep kiss. His kisses are loving and passionate, they leave you breathless when he pulls away. Kurt licks his lips as he takes you in, chest heaving. You can only imagine how you look with messy hair and swollen, spit stained lips, but there's nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I love you.” He says, after a moment of silence. “I'm in love with you. You know this, Ja?” His other arm wraps around your waist, tugging you even closer to him. You can't wipe the smile off your face as you lean in, resting your forehead against his own, pressing a chaste kiss against his nose.

“I do. I promise.” You reply. Kurt grins, and you can briefly hear the sound of his tail swishing in a way you know means he's thinking about doing something mischievous, and the next thing you know, there's a *Bamf!* as you fall into where he was once sitting on the bed. You have the slightest moment of confusion before Kurt is behind you. He grabs hold of you, leaning back to make you fall backwards into him with your back against his bare chest. He presses kisses along your neck and maneuvers you into his lap. Your legs are hooked over his own, his knees widening the space between your thighs as his hands trail so close to where you want him to be.

“Please, let me return the favor, my love.”

[loveaurapearl]

First Out (Wild Life Spoilers)

Hey guys, I'm still reeling from Wild Life's first permadeath, and it had me thinking.

Mumbo wasn't supposed to be the first out. It was meant to be Scar. The winner of Secret Life was meant to be the first to die.

What lead me to think that?

First, the Secret Keeper wanted Scar to be the villain and in my head, I don't think it was because they wanted Scar to win. Sure, in the life series, it's kill or be killed, but you need alliances to make sure you don't die first. You can't fight an army alone if your name isn't Technoblade. So by making Scar the villain and trying to make everyone hate him, the Secret keeper was trying to get him killed early. Sure, they didn't want him out first since the Canary Curse was still activated, but still they wanted him out early. But that didn't happen. Scar managed to wriggle his way through the other teams so their eyes were on other people and not him.

Now why did they want Scar to be the villain? Because he was a thorn in their side since the first session. He failed his first task and then got Grian, the guy they hate and the ruler of Life series games, to make a loophole so he could get a re-roll, messing up their order of plans and accidentally giving Scar a really easy 'HARD TASK'. (Anyway, that's my headcannon on why Scar's Hard Task was so much easier than any of the other hard tasks we saw later in the season.) Scar used Mumbo's task to bribe him so he looked the other way so Scar could easily complete his task. Scar got Bdubs killed even though he was Green and he found a loophole in their task so there would be two winners in the Chicken game. He distracted the Wither for so long that it made everyone gather up and defeat it and the Warden with the only casualties being Jimmy, Mumbo, Grian trading his life for Scar's, and an accidental death of BigB on Scar's end. Grian cheated to spare Scar's life by allowing him to log off then log back in. And Lizzie managed to break the curse on Jimmy, allowing Jimmy to not go out first. So the Watchers turned their heads to Scar, the watcher's favorite, and decided that the only way to hurt Grian was to hurt Scar. And while their plans work on making Scar the villain, it worked too well. Scar wasn't just going easy and he won. Sure, Grian helped him a bit with bringing Gem and the Scotts' health low, but it was all Scar's skills that got him the title of winner.

Wild Life was meant to be the Watcher's revenge on Scar. After all, they allowed him to be paired up with Jimmy and Lizzie. Scott said it himself that their teaming up would mean they would be out of the series the fastest. And while the Watchers hate Scott, they realize he was right. So to try and restore order, they decide to let Scar have friends and then kill him so fast that he couldn't even be allowed to enjoy it. And session 3 was when the Watchers struck. They were so close to Scar losing his final life thanks to the invisible Snail trap that Martyn used. Martyn, an agent of the Watchers who they had been using for years and who was the winner of Limited Life because of their will. Sure, it meant the Canary Curse would be broken, but they didn't care. Scar would be gone and his team would be in ruins. They were so close too. The snail almost ended Scar's series. But then Grian, who had been avoiding Scar for so long and was trying to deny his feelings towards him, stopped the world and ended the Session early before Scar could die. Grian ended the game early for Scar again, and they weren't happy.

The one guy they wanted dead was now alive all thanks to Grian. It made them extra mad because it meant Scar now had a chance to not only live but thrive. They knew that if they didn't get him with snail now, they wouldn't know when Scar would be out next. And that's what Scar did. Scar not only got back to Green by killing Etho and Grian, but he managed to help the Canary regain his lives even after Martyn accidentally killed him with Jimmy's own trap by using Grian's own trap against him. And it was all thanks to Grian.

So the Watchers were glad to hear Grian vow his revenge against Scar and Jimmy, it meant that Grian was now on their side. They were so sure the Canary Curse would continue and Scar would be dead soon. And it at first worked, Grian got Scar on Yellow due to his admin 'Watcher' powers and it seemed like things were going well. But then Scar called out Grian for cheating. For using his Admin/Watcher powers against a player and this snapped Grian out of their trance. For all of Wild life, Grian had been using his Admin/Watcher powers more and more. At first, it was harmless, he knew all the Wild Cards. It would be impossible for the game to happen if Grian did not know the Wild Cards and Grian refused to simply just watch the games like the Watchers originally planned. But then Grian began using his Admin/Watcher powers more and more. Threatening to use his powers to ban people and using his powers to have an edge over the other players. He was becoming more and more like the Watchers he hated.

But then Scar called Grian out. Scar, the only one who could get to Grian, saw what Grian was doing, saw that it was unfair to the other players, especially him, and called Grian out for cheating. And it gets to Grian. At first, Grian tries to brush it off as them just being even. After all, Scar did the first underhanded shot by shooting him off the Bridge of the Spanners' headquarters, so it was only fair that Grian got him back. But the more and more he thought about it, the more it bugged him. He tried to ignore it. Try and push it to the back of his mind, but he couldn't. And Grian realizes he made a mistake. That he abused his Watcher powers and was becoming more like them. So to try and make amends, he gives Scar the mace. But of course, it wasn't that simple. Scar didn't care that much about the mace. What he truly, truly wanted was to have Grian back. To end their fighting and to be Best Friends again. To be like Third life again.

And it brings Grian back to his humanity. It made him remember the good memories and that he doesn't have to be like the Watchers. And to hear Scar say 'What happened in Third life?', it softens Grian and they become Allies. Whether or not Scar remembers what happened in Third Life, it doesn't matter since Grian fully believes Scar doesn't remember anything about Third life except for Mr. Bubbles, Pizza and their friendship. (To be honest, I have no idea how genuine Scar was when he asked about what happened in Third Life. On one hand, he sounds like he means it. It doesn't sound like he's lying. But on the other hand, Scar is a master liar, and he remembers the Lilacs and Poppies like it was yesterday. So it's up to interpretation.)

However, Grian still wants to save Mumbo and Skizz. He still wants Jimmy dead, so there was still a chance that at least the Canary Curse could continue. Sure, Jimmy prayed to the Watchers to be spared, but the Watchers don't care, they just used his wishes to make sure Tango wasn't out first.

But... Mumbo didn't want Jimmy to die first. Mumbo wasn't a heartless fellow to a fellow struggling red life and thanks to Scar, Grian allowed Mumbo to spare his life. However, we all know what happened next. Mumbo, not checking if everything was secure, not checking if everything was safe, not seeing the warning signs that the mine was dangerous, saw Gem moving away from Jimmy and trying to get a life back activates the TNT minecart track. And... with one lever left active, Mumbo dies in a firey explosion. Grian, not looking at Mumbo, only hears an explosion as Tango's wind burst thrusting him into the air and saving his life, and is left paralyzed as he sees his friend's burnt corpse. And in the first time in forever, Grian is allowed to grieve. And the world stops and pitied Grian. Grian, who was seen as the source of all the lifer's suffering and a villain who must be slain for all of Wild Life, was pitted and was finally seen for who he was, human. Sure, Grian was close to being like the Watchers. Much closer than he ever had been before. But thanks to Grian protecting Scar in Session 3 and preventing Scar's final death, Grian was saved from himself and the Watchers. It was thanks to Scar and their friendship that saved Grian but at the cost of Mumbo's life.

Mumbo, poor Mumbo, only wanted Grian to look at him like he did to Scar. Mumbo who wanted Grian to love him like he did Scar. Mumbo who wanted Grian to save him like Scar. But it was too late. Mumbo wasn't a fighter and unfortunately, there are some things not even Watchers can protect you from. Only when it was too late, did Grian finally look at Mumbo like he did with Scar. Just like Third life...

[stupidsagestars]

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : food play [ ice cream ] , mentions of marks and scratches, inappropriate language, raw sex ( I might be missing some )

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: matsukawa works at the local ceX to earn some extra cash, he meets you, a girl who has a bunch of odd stuff she wants to trade and a great sense of humor. One thing leads to another and things get spicy.

-★ this is so cheesy but I love it

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𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's been working part-time at the cex near his college for the past month and god is it the worst. Everyday he's had to deal with sweaty, obnoxious people trying to trade their gross shit, and buy stupid things, he doesn't even get paid enough to deal with it all. Well anyway there's no point in complaining it's not like he wanted to quit, he needed any extra money he could get.

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who quietly curses when he hears the doors open. He doesn't bother lifting his head to look at who enters, he's way too tired for that, instead he's playing subway surfers on his phone, tapping his fingers on the counter.

He snaps his head up at the sound of something hitting the counter. Immediately he locks eyes with the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his life.

"Hi!" You say giving him a small wave.

"Hi. Uh what's all this?" He says, slipping his phone in his pocket.

"Just some stuff I'd like to sell." You hum, looking around awkwardly.

"You're welcome to take me through it." He mumbles.

"Great! So we've got this uh, half broken ukele." You say, pulling out a completely broken piece of loose strings and peeling paint.

Matsukawa scoffs. "Are you serious?" He asks.

"Excuse me this is perfectly playable!" You say, frowning at him.

"Oh my god, you're actually being serious." He says looking at you with shock although he was secretly enjoying this alot.

"Look, I can play something."

You strum the ukele and shockingly the last intact string breaks.

"Great." He says sarcastically.

"Give me a break, I'm sure none of the shit here is super clean and fully working."

He sighs before standing up and emptying the box.

"Let's make this quick for both of us." He says slowly.

"why'd you work here anyway?" You ask trying to make small talk. You couldn't help but steal glances at him whilst he looked through the junk you bought in. He was so goddamn attractive, it made you feel hot and bothered just standing next to him.

"college." he mumbles.

You scoff before saying, "I can't believe you!'

𝐜𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who looks at you confused. "What?"

"A college student can't help another college student out??"

He can't help but chuckle at what you said.

"Hot" He says giving you a flirty look.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." You say rolling your eyes at him although your mind is buzzing at the comment, A HOT GUY JUST CALLED YOU HOT Y/N!!!!!!!!!

"Did you go to a garage sale before coming here? There's so much random shit in here."

"Of course I went to a garage sale dumbass, I'm 21 years old why the hell would I have a toy xylophone lying around?"

He pretends to act shocked, "that's really mean because I actually own two of those."

You playfully stick your tongue at him to which he smiles at you.

He takes a look at the many items spread out on the counter.

" Well out of all these many, many, many things I'll trade 3."

"Lovely." You say sticking your hand out for him to shake. He firmly grips your hand making you feel incredibly flustered but you play it off quite well.

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who is absolutely mesmerized by you. You were just so.. so attractive? Your humour matched with his perfectly, your voice was so, soothing, imagine having that moaning his name?? Imagine if he had you ride him on that same chair, he wouldn't even mind fucking you on the floor.

Why did you make him so horny, maybe it was because he hadn't fucked in a while, I mean this stupid store seemed to be repelling every girl away from him but what if he was attracted to you, like properly attracted?

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's trying to find the keys to his dorm when he hears a familiar voice from behind me.

"ceX guy!" you say but quickly regret it feeling your face get hot.

You're extremely surprised to see him, you're initially looking for your best friend Kiyoko who you're sure lived on this floor.

He turns round to see a familiar face behind him.

"sex guy?? so that's your little nickname for me?" He smirks at your stunned face that looked like it wanted to jump out of the window.

"shut up." Is all you manage to come up with.

"Well, here we are at the same college, we're in the same building, same year, we really are the perfect pair!" He laughs, scratching hair as he slowly eyes you up and down taking in all of your curves.

"unfortunately not, you play toy xylophones, I'm a bit more advanced I play toy keyboards." You hum, smiling at him.

He puts his hand on his chest in shock. " I can't believe you! How could you??"

Mattsun loves the feeling you're giving him just by talking to you, he hasn't felt this alive in ages.

"well I'll see you around, oh and do you know anyone called Kiyoko and does she live on this floor??"

"Tanaka's girlfriend? She lives upstairs I think." He mumbles, trying to think of an excuse to spend some more time with you.

"And also.. I mean I know I've known you for about 1-2 hours but can I don't know, have a fun little sleep over with you. I left my keys at the store."

You can feel your heart about to explode and your eyes about to pop out of their sockets.

"You?? Mr Sex Guy?? Sleep over??" You ask and he shrugs his shoulders.

"We could make the best fort and also I'm currently Mr ceX guy not Sex Guy unless you wanted the latter of course." He says enjoying the flustered look on your face

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who ends up following you up to your dorm, throwing in some flirty comments throughout the journey.

"we are 2 adults. 2 sexy adults, 2 adults who should be no strangers to some very freaky sex which I think we should indulge in, it's human nature honey"

"Are you drunk?"

"no but I'm super horny, I bet you're super kinky." He retorts.

You kick him in the shins before opening the door to your dorm.

"Are you like the official advocator for sex?" You say.

"Just for you honey." He says letting the nickname roll of his tongue.

"This place is nice." He says, kicking off his trainers and taking a seat on the couch.

"Ice cream?" You ask him, walking over to the fridge.

"Ooh yes, what flavour??"

"Uhh I got either Mint, Strawberry and Rocky Road."

"Why not all 3?" He asks and you chuckle, coming back with a massive bowl of ice cream and two spoons. Mattsun's eyes immediately travel down to your ass, thinking about how fun it'd be to spank it till it's sore. He's definitely take a picture, your ass with his handprint clearly marked on it, damn would that be great.

"Hold." You tell him so you could get the remote to which he replies, " I've got slippery hands, I don't know if I can manage."

"Well if you don't you're licking it off the floor."

"I bet you'd love that."

"Maybe."

"Fuck. That makes me want to do it now."

"I'm not stopping you."

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's never felt better sitting down with a girl who he's extremely attracted to and watching fallen angels. This. This is the sort of life he's been yearning for. The two of you weren't cuddling or sitting closely with each other yet somehow each others presence seemed comforting.

"this film's so confusing yet so good." You mutter, eyes glued to the screen whilst you licked the ice cream off the spoon.

Even though this was one of his favourite films Mattsun was only interested in you. Your pretty little face that had the most angelic smile he had ever seen.

He immediately turns red when you turn to notice him staring at you.

"Are you admiring me?"

"Yes."

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who can't control himself anymore and decides to move closer to you and kiss you. He was expecting to just give you a small peck on the lips but instead gets to indulge in a long sensual kiss.

You both are left to stare at each other breathless and drooling.

"Fuck." You breathe out.

"Well are we going to continue?" He says impatiently, biting his lip.

" I mean we might as well."

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's got you spread on your bed completely naked, his tongue alone has made you cum twice. He's got the bowl of ice cream in his hands and he's giving you the most sensual look ever.

"if anything you're the kinky one." You say in gasps, still unable to talk properly after continuosly moaning his name for god knows how long.

You immediately moan from the sensation of the cold delight touching your stomach.

Mattsun licks it with ease, sticking his tongue at you before swallowing.

"d'you want some?"

You nod at him, eager to know what he would try next.

This time he scoops a handful of ice cream and smears it across your breasts.

"oh no! I made a mess." He says in a raspy voice letting his saliva fall down onto your breasts.

You can't help but moan loudly at the sight infront of you. He lazily swirls his hand in the mixture of ice cream and saliva and shoves it in your mouth.

"tastes good doesn't it?"

You nod, making sure to swallow everything.

He slips of his boxers finally making him fully naked and immediately pushes his girthy length inside of you.

"oh my god- why is your dick so big." You moan thoughtlessly, seriously shocked.

"I dunno, d'you like it? I mean I've already shoved it down your throat, I'd assume you were used to the size by-" He stops himself with a deep groan.

Your walls are sucking him deeper and deeper into your pussy, the thought of having to pull out was so so painful.

"Ugh honey you're pussy is addictive." He moans out as he continues to pound into you at a shocking speed.

Your moans are so addictive to him, the way your eyes roll back, it's all so sexy.

Mattsun being Mattsun though, he can't just fuck your pussy boringly not without the bowl of ice cream that was lying next to him. There's still some left and he doesn't want to waste food. He lets one hand rest on your hips and uses the other to pick up the bowl.

His hands can barely hold the damn thing properly because of how weak he feels, how weak you're making him feel. Your moans are shorter and even more ragged which tells him you're close. He lets the ice cream fall onto the floor, ignoring how the bowl shatters, as he pulls out and cums on the sheets. You cum straight after and you don't have the energy to say or do anything. Your legs are sore and your whole chest is decorated with scratch and bite marks.

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who has just enough energy to pull you under the covers with him before falling asleep.

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LIKE FOR A PART 2 WHICH IM HONESTLY SO TEMPTED TO DO, MAYBE LIKE A MORNING AFTER OR A FEW WEEKS? THIS WAS ACTUALLY SO FUN TO WRITE I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED , LIKES, REBLOGS AND FOLLOWS R APPRECIATED.

[the header is from Pinterest, credit to whoever made it!!]

[reccyls]

William Chapter 18 POV story

Finest Evil, Finest Love

Half summary, half actual translation. Context below the cut.

Context/Summary: William has been hmm, framed isn't the exact right word, but he's been accused of collaborating with a group engaging in things like morphine production and trade, blackmail, human trafficking, slave labor, etc. Thus in order to prevent Crown from being investigated, he left on his own.

A few days later, it becomes clear that anyone who has ever associated with William, namely a bunch of people that he has kind of been a patron to, are being kidnapped and imprisoned in the Tower of London. They are also being tortured for William's location.

Kate thinks that this is a lot of effort to go to just for one man's location, and slowly she starts unraveling the actual plan: by torturing the people to the breaking point, the prison guards hope to turn them against William. Get the prisoners to think that it's all William's fault: he's a murderer and monster who deceived them, and it's because of him that they're in this situation. Among all the prisoners, surely there'd be one resentful enough to see an opportunity when a guard "accidentally" leaves a weapon out. And when William comes to rescue the prisoners, just have the people he was set to rescue be the ones to kill him instead.

So obviously, nobody wants that to happen. Kate, Liam, and Alfons go to the Tower of London to try and free the prisoners before William can, but they are just a little too late.

William and Kate reunite at the Tower of London just as the prisoners have been freed. He didn't expect to encounter her there. But he quickly figures out that she must be here to free the prisoners first, just in case that the prisoners were a trap for him.

However, before Kate can tell him to leave, some of the prisoners arrive. He recognizes them, looking at him with mixed emotions. While he knows that Kate wants him to leave, he still has something he needs to do here first.

He orders them to approach him, he's here, after all. He recognizes one of them as Charlie, a young man with a revolutionary spirit. Charlie, however, has internalized everything that was written about William in the news article and shaken from the torture he underwent, and thus thinks William is responsible for everything, calling him a demon and a murderer.

William can feel Kate's distress at all the accusations being hurled his way. He thinks that if this is enough to hurt her, then she really shouldn't be by his side. She won't be able to be truly free if she's chained by the pain she feels when others are hurt.

Kate tries one more time to convince William to leave. However, Charlie won't let William go. He doesn't want to be accused of being William's collaborator, so he pulls out a knife he picked up from one of the prison guards, and runs to stab William, who makes no move to avoid it. If this is what Charlie wants and needs, then he's not about to get in the way of that. After all, he doesn't believe that he'll die here.

He's cursed to meet his tragic end as befitting his fairytale curse. The current situation is missing something to make it a true tragedy. So, he's quite certain that even if he were to be stabbed, he wouldn't die. The only thing that he'd regret is if Kate, standing nearby, would blame herself for something she couldn't control.

But as Charlie runs to stab him…

(--?)

I heard the sound of the knife that sought freedom hit its target. Before my eyes, Kate's hair curled through the air as if in slow motion.

(…Kate?)

Liam: Kate!!

As Liam's distant-sounding shout pierced through the air, I caught Kate's collapsing body in my arms.

William: …

I didn't need to ask her why she did it. Her actions, and the red engraved on her body, spoke more eloquently than words ever could. It was all for her own selfish love.

"Even if you wish for your own destruction, I won't allow it." "That is my conviction, what I want to stay true to." "Because I and I alone am my master." "Look, William." "When loving you, am I not the most free I have ever been?"

(…Yes. Yes, you are.) (You have chosen to be true to what your heart desires.)

-Start flashback- Kate: I… Kate: When I die, I want to be able to think that I am here because I've been able to choose to pursue what is precious to me. -End flashback-

As she lay in my arms having made that choice, her white clothes were being dyed deep red. The color of her desire. The color of selfish love, of the pursuit of freedom.

When we first met, I had imagined it. The sight of her throwing off all shackles, how she could be a flower blooming in the darkness-- How beautiful such a sight would be.

And now in my arms, the blossoming crimson of her, now free and unshackled… far surpassed my expectations.

(Beautiful.) (So absurdly beautiful.)

William: …Kate. William: …On the night that we first met, I remembed wiping off the blood that stained your cheek.

My hand carressed her pale cheek. What name should I give to this surge of emotion welling up from the dark abyss of my heart? If I could put a proper name to it, would that make you happy?

William: Ever since then, I've always thought… William: …that red suits you best.

The wish that I never had any intention of realizing has now fallen into the palm of my hand. If I decided to consume it, have it dance atop my tongue, if I fully savored its flavor- How sweet would it taste?

(My foolish, lovely, pitiful robin.) (If even the fear of death can't stop your love-) (-then someday my destiny shall surely kill you.)

Because even now, even with Kate bleeding out in my arms, I had no desire to avoid meeting whatever fate was in store for me.

Allow me to offer you the finest evil (love) that will lead you to your ruin.

[tojikai]

The main love interests in your stories are cursed to live for all eternity in these scenario:

Home toji: would he still love and mourn y/n forever? Will he ever fully move on?

Fix you toji: if he were to be cursed to live for all eternity along with y/n, will he always never come to love y/n more over mamguro or ever come to the point where if given the chance he wouldn’t trade y/n for a alive mamaguro?

pm gojo: would he always love y/n the most for all eternity and just yarn for her? Would he ever fully move on? If he were cursed to live with rie forever, would he ever grow to love her more than y/n herself?

In forlorn: will he forever mourn and miss y/n? Would he forever love her and never fully move on? Would it ever get better for him or just worse

Masquerade geto: if he were cursed to live for all eternity with y/n, would he always love her cousin over her anyway, would he ever come to love y/n?

Sundered: would he always love y/n? Will he ever fully move on or love someone else more than y/n and yui? Since he’s immortal and they’re not…… after they passed would he forever mourn them? And never move on? What would that be like for him? If he were cursed to live with naomi forever, would he ever grow to love her more than y/n herself?

Catharsis: by the time he knows they could still be alive and he still hasn’t found them years after, would he have stopped looking for them? Or would he move forward and maybe had even start a family or dating? Could he be capable of doing so? By the time he knows for sure they aren’t alive anymore, how would he be feeling and thinking towards it? Would he ever move on living forever when he never found his family?🥹

oooh, let's answer these~!!

home: nope. toji will not move on. his mistakes, what happened to his rs and marriage w yn and what happened to her will forever be in his mind. he's the type if mc who'll beg to die just so his suffering will stop but still can't help but think that he deserves it, so he continues to live in pain :((

fix you: that's impossible. he'll trade anyone for an alive mamaguro. he loves yn and as long as she's w him, he'll cherish her w everything he has. but if managuro comes in the picture, that will be a different story :'>

pm: gojo will never move on from yn. he'll always love her over anyone, even over himself and no matter who he ends up w he's always gonna wish it's yn. if he's cursed to live w rie forever, he will not grow to love her more than yn even if she emulates everything abt yn. h

forlorn: gojo's yearning snd mourning for hn will jus get worse w time. w frustrations and regrets piling up, it's impossible for him to find peace in anything aside from being w yn

masquerade: I can't really answer this bc the series is not done yet sorry 🥹 but let's just say that yn was the reason why it all happened (why he wa stuck w her fir eternity) he'll probably only grow to hate her the more he sees her, no matter how good she is bc he'll always be reminded that it's all her fault </3

sundered: goji will never be able to love anyone more than yn and yui. he can love them but never more than yn and yui, and never the same love as he had for them. and if he gets stuck w naomi forever (if she didn't do what she did) he'll learn to love her for her good sides BUT STILL, never the same as yn. he'll still prefer to die and meet yn than that :''>

catharsis: gojo wouldn't stop until he finds yn and yui. unless someone tells him w proof that they're gone from the face of the earth, he won't stop. and if they're really gone, it'll take him a long long time to fully come to terms w it. he can start a family again, but im afraid he won't be able to love them fully. he'll probably still look for yn and yui, which can only break it again. there's no full healing for that :'<

[girlashfur]

Serene Feathers : The Mother God

the mother god, often simply called mother by all geese, is a spiritual figure that each and every goose is taught the story of as they grow. they credit her for their gifts and talent, for their individuality, and for their life itself.

on the rare chance a goose is not taught her tale, and lives out an atheistic life, they are treated as below other geese and often outcast. this atheistic view is especially common among domestic geese, who seem to have abandoned the mother god. this is also heavily looked down upon, and treated as something to both pity and shun.

the mother's real name is hanhi. it is typically seen as disrespectful to refer to her with her direct name unless one is a prophet or seer of sorts, so they are taught to call her mother, mother god, or (in formal settings only) mother god hanhi.

it is said that, a very long time ago, before time itself, there was plenty of gods who freely roamed the earth, walking, swimming, and flying about to do as they please. they all had mutual respect with one another, and fights did not break out.

the goose god, hanhi, was a jack of all trades. she could fly and float about in the sky, free with the other bird gods. she could swim and dive deep underneath the water, free with the frogs and the fish gods. and she could, of course, roam and walk the dry land, free with the bear, squirrel and wolf gods.

the swan god, eala, was jealous of hanhi. he could swim like a fish, fly like a bird, and walk like a man, too; why wasn't he considered free, like hanhi? it wasn't fair. he was sick of living inside her shadow.

the one weakness hanhi and other bird gods had, was that they had to swallow small stones routinely for their gizzards, or else they wouldn't be able to digest their food properly. eala, who had a gizzard as well, was well aware of this weakness, and used it to his advantage.

eala watched over hanhi closely, and began to memorize her daily schedule. he noticed that she primarily stayed near a particular lake, where she would fly about in the day, then rest in the water at sunset, and eventually sleep on the land's shore at night. he knew she would feast upon the small, smooth pebbles on the shorebed to fill her gizzard.

one night, while she rested on the shorebed and was soft asleep, eala came and sprinkled poison on the small pebbles all along the shore, and flew away before the sun came to rise. hinha woke up the next morning, and swallowed some of the pebbles, not knowing they were poisoned.

she fell deathly ill soon after, but still managed to fly and float about in the sky, swim and dive in the water, and when she came to rest and sleep on the land at night, she curled up on the beach, her head tucked under her wing, and slept. she did not wake up the next morning.

the other bird gods wept, for when they noticed their dear friend was gone and passed, they were beyond distraught. all of them mourned her greatly, and when word spread, so did the fish and frogs, so did the wolves and squirrels and bears. all creatures in the woods began to cry together...all of them except eala.

the animals began to realize he was the one who had poisoned her, and for this they cast him out. they cursed eala, and stretched out his neck, to almost twice it's length before. they said that as his punishment, he shall have a neck the the size and length of a snake, to show his treachery and jealousy, for all eons until the end of time.

eala, now cursed forever, hissed and spat and fussed about, but up in the sky, deep above in the stars, where no other animal could come to reach, hanhi would come to live again. her spirit was reborn among the stars and the sun and the moon, to live in the vast night sky forever, as a gift for her sacrifice of life. this is where she remains now, watching over all geese from above, guiding them until the end.

[beevean]

"You're not even a little bit impressed?" "It's like a museum dedicated to the extermination of my people, so no. Not thrilled."

This scene gets pretty much no follow up, except I suppose to justify why Alucard is such an asshole to Trevor, but you know what? I think it deserves to be unpacked.

That is the skull of a vampire child there. We never see one of them on screen, so why was this detail included? Well, it paints the Belmonts as morally grey heroes. Alucard really, really hates the Belmont hold, he mocks the whole clan non stop and even calls them "mentally ill hoarders", and we're supposed to agree with him, because look! They collected skulls! They killed children! Poor Alucard feels sorry for "his people"!

Step by step.

A vampire child is, in this context, likely a child that was turned into a vampire. This is horrifying if you think about it for more than two seconds. Either vampire children in this universe are Twilight-style, poor kids perpetually stuck at the age they were turned, never allowed to grow up, only knowing a world of pain and perpetual thirst and violence; or they're IWTV-style, people who do mentally grow up and become adults, but are stuck in the body of a child and so they will forever be treated as such, feeling forever the disconnection between appearance and mind.

In short, killing them is a mercy. It's almost disrespectful to just... drop this part of lore, that vampires apparently are not above turning children, and never elaborate on that. Fucking Breaking Dawn had them as a pivotal plot point! How can you do something worse than that book?!

But no, we are meant to be horrified. We are meant to think that maybe the Belmonts were not pure heroes after all, because that's #deep, because goodness is for sissies. Combine this with everything I said about how poorly the whole clan is treated in the show, and it just keeps getting worse.

Then there's the asshole himself, Alucard.

"My people"? Really. Alucard, sweetie, you're not a vampire. You're a dhampir. You're an unique creature, half-and-half, with both heritages. From an adaptation standpoint, making Alucard side with his vampire heritage is missing the point as hard as turning Hector into a perpetual victim with no agency. Alucard in the games slept most of his life away because he believed his bloodline to be cursed. This may be even more OOC than his constant cuntness.

But that's not even the main issue. Are we... are we treating vampires like a whole different race that the Belmonts exterminated? I. I can't even begin to explain the issues with this.

They drink children's blood and turn them into hellish creatures. They enjoy slaughtering people, enslaving them at best, and seen prone to world conquering/destroying plans. And you're treating them as a race hunted down by oppressors? A race that has children whose death is framed as particularly gruesome? A race that we're supposed to sympathize with, against the main hero clan?

Oh boy. And then you remember the "cabal of vampires in control of the slave trade" stuff in Nocturne. yeah. uhm. someone didn't think things through.

This scene would make slightly more sense if vampires could reproduce with each other. In this sense, they would all be innocent, and vampire children wouldn't be tragic monsters. But it has never been established, and of course it doesn't make sense for undead creatures to be able to breed - dhampirs are supposed to be exceptional. However, you'll notice that the show treats vampires as if they were almost elves, a supernatural, superior species separated from humans, not humans turned into monsters (although lip service is paid when Carmilla questions why Lisa was never turned). Convert "vampires" to "elves", and suddenly everything clicks into place.

And all of this. All of this for one picture of a child skull that is completely irrelevant to the plot and lore.

I keep being amazed just by how deep the rabbit hole of terrible writing goes with this show.

[thekatebridgerton]

Okay but imagine a Bridgerton AU, taking place in a fantasy world where dragons, knights, mermaids, and fairies live. The Bridgertons are a royal family and have a tradition where the princes find their true love by rescuing them. Cue ABC going on their journey and hearing rumors of a beautiful maiden who lives trapped in a tower/works for an evil step family/being held prisoner in a castle surrounded by thorns by a beast. Except when the brothers come to "rescue" said maidens, the girls claim they don't need to be rescued and they have the wrong maiden.

Kate: Is an enchantress who uses the tower in the woods to test our her latest spells and tends to stay so late that she just sleeps there overnight a lot. Her latest spell caused her to have extremely long hair and that wasn't a witch coming to see her, but her step-mother bringing her food because Kate forgets to eat when she gets into it. If only that arrogant prince would listen to her and stop trying to get her to leave!

Sophie: Ran away from her evil step family and works for Kate's family who are amazing employers and treat her like family. She has a comfy bed, good clothes, and gets paid to just help around the house! Please leave her alone Prince Benedict. She's pretty sure Cinderella from the next town over would suit his hero complex and she even has an evil step-family!

Penelope: Her grandmother was apparently a fairy and Penelope seems to have inherited her powers. Marina's children also inherited these powers and consequently turned their wizard father into a beast and now she's figuring out how to reverse the spell while training them (wizard magic can't undo fairy magic apparently). The thorns? Oh Phillip put those up because people kept stealing his flowers which is very rude! Plus why would she want to leave when her best friends home has the most amazing library? The green eyed prince is handsome but she's pretty sure he's got the wrong house.

Cue various misunderstanding, bickering, and magic as these couples somehow fall in love.

Aka the: YOUR HIGHNESS, THE PRINCESS IS IN ANOTHER CASTLE! AU

You have no idea how much I love all twisted fairytales au stories

I wish someone would write this. Because I love the idea of Penelope being the fairy who is hanging out in Phillip's castle encouraging adventurer princess Eloise to "break the curse" while also trying to convice Prince Colin that no she is not a princess herself and she doesn't need rescuing, the beast is her FRIEND can't he see that she's trying to help him!!. Does he think someone of her height is completely human? why won't he leave her and her library alone.

I would love for Sophie to just lay her frustrations up on Benedict like "You want to rescue me?? EXCUSE ME where were you four years ago when I was actually being abused by an evil step mother? here's the law dude, I had to rescue myself, no prince did it for me! now I got a nice job, a nice cottage in the back of these nice witches castle and manage a lot of money, because they have a Dragon and I'm in charge of all their accounting! So kindly buzz off Prince Benedict, I have a couple hundred of rubies to put in the bank"

And I love how you guys agree with me that in every fairytale au Kate has magic powers. this woman was not born to be a princess. Kate is a good witch! the whole hexing a whole country to sleep for a thousand years is just a rumor! she just wants to be left alone in her castle in the woods with her friends and her dragon. Yes she adopted a kid that's young enough to be her baby sister, but Lucy is there voluntarily because her parents traded her for some magic lettuce that Kate grows in her garden. And Kate figured that if her parents were okay with selling Lucy off to a witch in exchange for fertility lettuce then the little girl was better off with her. Who knows in the future those weirdos might find someone worse to sell Lucy to, who wouldn't treat the child well. Kate is NOT evil. And also, she likes her hair long okay. She's burned herself bald too many times playing with her dragon. She's a fan of hair growth spells and that's not a crime.

So what if Kate played a prank on a knight or two and made them believe the tower in the woods didn't have stairs and the only way up was climbing her hair. She didn't expect the actual guy sitting on to the throne, to be the one stupid enough to TRY. What is wrong with King Anthony?? is he seriously that bored ruling his kingdom?? why won't he leave her alone?? You know this is why arrogant guys like him end up as frogs. They go around bothering witches in their towers and one day she loses her patience and he loses his human body. Kate can relate to whoever did that to King Edmund in his youth. If the man was half as annoying as his son, then the spell was well deserved.

(One day Kate is going to end up as THAT queen that everyone thinks is out to offer poisoned apples to her own kids if they don't behave and the rumor will be Anthony's fault and she will turn him into a donkey as payback)

[tobiasdrake]

After much chasing, what do we have for a boss?

Is the lifesaver Wentworth? I want Wentworth to like me. I want so bad for Wentworth to like me. He's so cool. ._. And I would like for the Warrior Cook's efforts in taming him to not end in stabbing.

Oh, that will be a piece of cake, then. I'm good at stabbing fireballs.

Uh. H... Heeeeeeey buddy... Uh... Are we... are we cool?

WENTWORTH NO I NEED THAT FOR STANDING

Dragon fighting pro-tip: DO NOT DO WHATEVER I'M FUCKING DOING RIGHT NOW HOLY SHIT THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA

Oh so this is what he meant by "attack the fireballs". Easy enough to forge a path via twirly-doos!

Gotta remember to write that down. "A dragon's greatest weakness: Excessive twirly-doos".

IF YOU'D STOP GETTING BACK UP I WOULDN'T HAVE TO KEEP DOING IT

This hurts me a lot more than it hurts you, Wentworth. So, so much more. You've killed me three times.

OH FUCK ME Did I just kill him?

It's okay. I don't think Luana cares as much about you as the Artificer so I should be in--

...or I uncursed him by hitting him really hard. Huh. Guess that's all you needed to do.

That the Warrior Cook was able to tame him without actually breaking his curse in the process honestly makes that accomplishment even more impressive.

Ago. You were watching me a long time ago. It's been Ambiguous Length of Time since the halcyon days of you stabbing me in the junk.

Things are different now. I have a cool hat. Care to try your luck?

...disguise?

<.< >.> Do I... Do I know... anybody? Monkshroom? Necromancer?

Are you the Shopkeeper? Him and Quarble are the only people I have a close, personal relationship with. Have you been popping out of the shop to stab me in the junk periodically?

Because that... does sound like something he'd do. Between you and me, I don't think he likes me very much. But it's okay because he might be an assclown.

...

Aephorul? Are you Aephorul? Because if you are, you've seriously let yourself go if you're having a hard time throwing hands with me. Did Luana, Solen, and the Warrior Cook beat you so hard that you're still broken and battered to this day?

Oh. Butt gravy. No, uh... *finger snap snap snap* Bug raver. You were an inspiration to Luana until you ruined her birthday party. You were basically Erlina's +1, more than a significant participant in events yourself. Kinda like Solen; At least, according to Luana's telling of the story.

Vaguely? Honestly, I don't know why you bothered disguising yourself, man. All of you demons blur together. And it's not like we've been doing anything different from what we would be doing if you'd come after me openly.

Wait a minute, you said you're "now certain" that you can take me. Does that mean you were on the fence before? I know I might be ninja trained and all that but I cannot stress enough how just some guy I am.

I actually had you quaking in your cloven hooves, that day at the ninja village? You needed all this time to work up the nerve to fight me for real? Because man, that does not speak well of your abilities. Luana wrote that you two traded down when you became demons and I'm starting to see it now.

In any case, you made mistakes. You should have come at me full throttle when you had the chance. But now, I'm more than some guy. I'm some guy with a hat. And I'm going to carve out your throat you miserable piece of--

FUCK. Gravity. My hat is powerless against its iron grip!

Okay, I was in freefall for about 2-3 minutes and I'm still not sure how I managed to go straight from the stratosphere to Hell without running into anything, land or ocean, between.

...I'm sure this is fine.

[lars-n-drix]

Ask; Have you considered Chayann3 x Techn0blade? [Reupload]

Can't say I have but now that I'm thinking about 'em, Chayann3 would for sure have a muscle kink.

With all the code, Cucuruch0, and the federation sewing discord, Ph1lza begs T3chn0 to help train Chayann3. But due to adopting T@llul@h, the task falls to his shoulders alone. 'Damn birdbrain,' T3chn0 curses under his breath. Not that it's a Herculean task. It's actually quite enjoyable as they had great synergy together. Getting on better than a molasses spill. The duo trades blow for blow as their swords collide. T3chn0 has the upper hand with experience and stamina. Barely breaking a sweat as he pins Chayann3 to the ground, blade against his throat. The piglin that glares down at him isn't his uncle but some war hardened stranger. Which should scare him but it doesn't. Instead it sends shivers down his spine that makes Chayann3 want to squeeze his legs together.

It's during puberty that Chayann3 puts it together. And it doesn't help with how observant his uncle is. 'Alright, time out. Why have you gotten sloppy all of a sudden?' Chayann3 can't tell his uncle that it's because of how opaque his poet shirt gets after absorbing a bucket of sweat. How it gives him the most mouth watering view of his abs, decorated with a dozen nipples. Each with a golden ring pierced through them. Raising and falling in tandem with his labored breathing. Or how his arms flex every time he raises his sword. That he daydreams about how easy it would be for T3chn0 to manhandle him into any position he so desired. Even with what little muscle he had gained since these training sessions began. 'Just not feeling it.'

'Bullshit!.' T3chn0 swung his blade down so fast that Chayann3 barely had any time to block it. Parrying to buy himself some time to think. 'Mhmpf' The piglin's shocked noise being swallowed by the tiny dragon hybrid. Chayann3 ignored how the tusks bit at his skin. 'That's why.' Swiping his sword out of reach as he spoke as his laid on the grass. 'This is highly inappropriate,' T3chn0 hissed. Not that he was truly protesting the action. Usually having to rub one out afterwards in the shower, denying it had anything to do with his nephew. That it was the adrenaline still trapped in his system. 

Emboldened by T3chn0 trapped beneath him, Chayann3 untied the strings to his trousers, bony hands forcing his cocks out of his pants. Legs dangled from they rested on T3chn0's hips, ass cushioned by his thighs. T3chn0 aptly watched, letting him think he had control in the situation, not wanting to scare him away. Especially when all of him was quadruple the size. 'Hah, at least spit on it. Please!' T3chn0 groaned, hoofed hand clutched to the younger's side so he wouldn't buck his hips. Entirely out of his realm regarding the amount of force he should use. Not wanting to hurt his precious nephew. Chayann3 followed his command, letting a loogie fall from his throat.

Smoke drifted from the dragon hybrid's nose as he attempted to fit just one of his cocks in his hand. Bringing his head down to kitten-lick the tips. Tongue tracing the veins, precum reeked of salt. 'C'mere, not going to even try, you're too small for that right now,' T3chn0 reassured, seeing Chayann3's eyes go wide. Directed to sit in front of his cocks, T3chn0 told him to rut his hips backwards. The piglin's cocks dragged against his hole but never penetrating. 

'Be a good boy and cum for me.' Chest heaving as he used his grip on Chayann3's side to force him to go faster. Thrusting upwards to bounce his legs up and down. 'There you go, there you go.' A warmth splattered against Chayann3's back as the dragon hybrid came on the piglin's stomach. 

[storiesavenged]

nightmare

thor odinson x reader

feat. rhodey

~ wherein reader has a nightmare and seeks the comfort of the asgardian god

!! warnings !!

• depictions of panic/distress

• arguing/yelling

~ masterlist ~

authors note ;; just a hurt/comfort fic where reader suffers from nightmares and all they want is to be in the arms of thor.

you were at the compound, waiting anxiously on the return of your boyfriend thor. he had gone on a mission and you were worried sick as it was lasting much longer than he said it would. you continued to pace in the common room, not even realizing your lover had walked through the door until you heard the sound of it slamming behind him.

"thor!!" you smiled brightly as you saw him, running up to him to hug him. he only shoved you off of him.

"thor...? what's wrong?" you asked him, feeling incredibly hurt that he had pushed you away.

"can't you just leave me alone y/n!! i just got back, i want to rest." he raised his voice, something he had never done to you. you felt tears rushing to your eyes, thinking the worst.

"'m sorry.. i thought... i was just..." you trailed off, seeing nothing but anger and disgust on his features.

"y/n just leave!!! i can't take this anymore, you are incredibly needy and annoying!! i don't know why i ever asked you out! you disgust me!!" he yelled, his powerful voice booming through the room. you sobbed, pleading with him. he only shook his head.

"it is over, y/n. it's all your fault." he spat, lifting mjolnir as it was charged with lightning.

the scream that escaped your lips rippled through your room as your body ripped itself from your bed into an upright position. you found yourself in a cold sweat, trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. you needed thor, you needed to hear him say none of that was true. rhodey happened to be nearby and all but barged into your room, looking at you with concern written on his features.

"y/n what's wrong???" he asked, helping you up out of bed as he noticed your trembling body trying to stand.

"thor... i-i need thor.." you cried, knees threatening to break beneath you, sobs ready to pour from your hurting soul.

"he's in a meeting hon.." rhodey frowned, and you sobbed into his shoulder. you needed thor, you needed to hear his voice. you needed to be in his arms.

"i'm sorry y/n, is there anything i can do? at all?" you shook your head, whimpering.

"n-need thor.." you cried, clutching rhodeys shirt. he mumbled curses under his breath before picking you up and carrying you towards the meeting room thor was in. he knocked on the door, peaking his head in when tony said come in.

"thor, it's y/n..." rhodey said, thor immediately jumping up and leaving the room. his heart broke as he saw the state you were in, knowing he had to help right now. nothing else mattered, if he got in trouble for leaving the meeting he would deal with it later, his priority right now was you.

"little one... what happened?" he asked softly as he took you from rhodeys arms. you immediately clung to him, holding onto him as tight as you could.

"n-nightmare.." you whimpered, tears filling your eyes again as you remembered how your nightmare went.

"oh baby... do you want to talk about it?" he asked, keeping his voice soft. when you nodded, he picked you up carefully, taking you back to his room. he sat on the bed with you, allowing you to crawl into his lap still clinging to him with your life.

"i-it was about you..." you started, trying to slow your breathing so you could explain.

"y-you got back from a mission and... i-i tried to hug you and... you yelled at me... said i was needy... n' annoying... said i.. i disgusted you... and you took mjolnir and... a-and..." you sobbed again, not even wanting to speak about what nightmare thor did before you woke up.

"oh dear... little one you do not disgust me at all... you are perfect... you are not annoying or needy. i love you just the way you are, y/n. i wouldn't trade you for anyone or anything else in this world. and i would never hurt you. i swore to protect you and i will do just that until i draw my last breath." he held you tightly, his hand rubbing your back. once you calmed down you pulled away, looking into his eyes.

"promise you mean it..?" you asked slowly, staring deep into his eyes.

"i promise little one, i mean everything i said." he never once looked away, smiling as he looked back into your eyes, wiping the tears from your face. you smiled softly, hugging him once more.

"are you gonna get in trouble for leaving your meeting..?" you asked, feeling bad you may have gotten him in trouble.

"that is a problem i will deal with later. my priority right now is you." you smiled, relaxing in his hold. once you fell back asleep he made sure you were comfortable in bed, then making himself comfortable ignoring the knock on his door. he would deal with that issue another time, for now he was devoted to you.

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[kinetic-elaboration]

July 9: Murphy/Clarke, Secret

Very early S1 Murphy/Clarke, ~1,000 words, for the prompt "secret" for July Break Bingo @julybreakbingo.

This ficlet was also written in response to a request by Robrae in a comment on AO3 for Clurphy in canonverse.

Written in about 40 minutes.

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Back in the Skybox, most of the guys put on a front: fearless, arrogant, and rude. This exaggerated bravado was partly to ward off the usual existential dread—the prison atmosphere, the looming threat of death. But also to attract girls.

Skybox courtship followed a certain pattern: first annoyance and rejection, then curiosity, sometimes amusement, then boredom. Eventually even the assholes with their unsubtle pickup lines started to look pretty good. Horniness, and more dread. Pretty soon you're hooking up to feel alive or starting relationship drama to pass the time.

Clarke was in solitary so she doesn't know any of this, and unlike the girls in gen pop, she has neither time nor patience for sly winks and swagger. All the guys showing off their new Earth muscles by chopping wood or curing meat, they're trying to gain points with Bellamy and his crew first and foremost, sometimes, depending on who’s watching trying to flirt. But they're not trying to lure Clarke. They know better.

Murphy knows better too, which is why he's just as shocked as the rest of camp would be, if they only knew, that every other night he and Clarke trade off sneaking into each other's tents. Without discussion, they agreed that their arrangement should remain a secret. Something unspoken perhaps because it's shameful, perhaps because it's too ill-defined and ill-formed. What's he supposed to say anyway? That Clarke's his girlfriend? Not likely. Attaching labels to it, squashing it down into words and sentences, confessions, rumors, announcements or news, all that would tip over the delicate balance they've created. Just like they're baking a soufflé, they have to be quiet. Too much noise would send the whole thing falling down.

Clarke would probably find the soufflé metaphor funny, because, like most people, she doesn't know that the cook books in the Ark library database were his favorites. She'd laugh if he tried to call himself a chef. He's a lackey. A thug. He's in with the in-crowd because Bellamy saw something useful in him, something dead about the eyes that screamed out enforcer—or maybe he just knows from his little brat of a sister that Murphy was a lifer, unaccustomed to normal society, ready to follow strength and show it loyalty.

Most of that is true.

So if Clarke sees those traits in him and no others, he can't blame her, and if he keeps the quiet, soft, vulnerable parts of him hidden, whatever they are, it's for the same reason he put up his tough guy persona every day for four and a half long years up in the box: to ward off the dread, to get the girl.

A part of him says that Clarke wouldn't laugh, that she'd get real quiet and thoughtful and maybe brush his hair out of his eyes. He's been watching her during the day. She bends and softens at vulnerabilities; she knows she'll never get anything out of people who are kicked when they're already down. But then maybe he just likes the fantasy of it: a beautiful woman with power who tells him his dreams aren't dumb, who speaks with authority in the dark and silence just as she does out there in the chaos of daylight in the camp.

How he got such a girl he still doesn't entirely know. He'd cut himself badly working on one of the new structures, the wooden hutch where they hope to cure their meat. She was alone in the corner of the Dropship they've curtained off as Medical, and as she wiped the blood away and he hissed low curses and winced at the pain, she started talking to distract him, and he found out she was calm and clear-headed and brave in a crisis. That she looked beautiful as she pressed antiseptic to his skin, and that she could make him laugh when he didn't think he could. What she saw in him in those moments, he has no idea. That's just another secret, too deeply buried to disturb. But she held his hands a long time, even after he was all bandaged up and ready to go. She was kneeling on the floor in front of him, strands of hair pasted to her forehead with sweat.

He thought she'd probably banish him for kissing her but it seemed a fair risk, for that one reckless moment of time before he leaned in. Instead, she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and bit his lip.

In the perfect silence of the hour before the changing of the guard, that night, she crept across the dirt and deadened, yellow grass and scraped her nails like ghost-sounds down the nylon side of his tent. He let her in.

Maybe he's just around, a body, an opportunity—something she missed in her months of isolation, an outlet to her frustrations and her fatigue and her fears. Except she could have any damn person in camp if she wanted them. Maybe she's with him because she knows he won't brag. Ms. Griffin the Council Member's daughter in his bed.

Sometimes afterward they lie together in the quiet, listening to the wind in the trees, the footsteps of the night watch on patrol. Low, skittering forest sounds that he can't name. Tree leaves swept off their branches and thrown against the tent. Clarke climbs half on top of him and presses her ear to his heart and he gets his fingers all tangled up in her hair. They talk about the Skybox and he tells her about the arrogant and frightened young men. Then other stories. The long years, the distortion of time, the rituals—visiting day, birthdays, holidays—the new people coming in and the old going out. Less often, they talk about the camp and its progress. Sometimes she tells him about her parents and her friends back on the Ark.

She holds back a lot more than he does. He hears the hesitation in her voice, the care she puts into her words.

But it's all right.

He feels her chest rising and falling as she breathes, pressed against his chest. She's warm and heavy on top of him. Some nights it feels like she might stay there forever, like the time before the last gray hour before dawn, when she'll gather up her stuff and sneak away, is really all the time left in the world.

[drawingducktalesducks]

Can you tell a little more about the future AU May and June and their adoptive parents?

feverish and not even sure where that doodle came from. here's some odds and ends tho

people assume the fashion designer would like everything Just So, all neat and tidy, and the long haul fisherwoman who's off sailing for moths would be fine with controlled chaos

dead wrong

the INSTANT May docks in Duckburg her anxiety spikes because she can just FEEEEEL June's messy work space

May dropping off a bucket of sea serpent scales, filling the bucket with soapy water, whipping out a mop and dust pan, and attacking her little sister's room with all the wild, furious intensity of someone trying to bail out a sinking ship

Donald likes helping but usually gets tangled up in the vacuum cord at some point

June hides booby traps for May to find in her messes. Just to have a little fun

You know how much she's been missing her sister by how many and how complex the traps are

While May is busy cleaning (and clearing) her room, June has a tradition of going on May's ship and hiding nice little nick-knacks all over it- a cool rock, a candy bar, a cursed knife Webby brought home from her last adventure... just fun surprises to break up May's extremely regulated life at sea

Daisy knits May a new wool sweater every year, and May always tears up when she get it

Donald not only has a dozen pictures of all his kids in his wallet, he also has pictures of May's first catches and allllll the clothes June has ever designed.

He talks to May about sailing to make sure she's being safe and doing okay- He listens to June talk about clothes design and construction afterwards, to calm down and distract himself from thoughts of May fighting sea monsters.

June understands that fashion trends are a thing but since they're a thing that doesn't often align with her interests she chooses to ignore them and just make what she likes

She never gets super well known as a result and doesn't mind at all

Miss Glamour admires her confidence and ends up hiring her as an assistant after Daisy starts up her own business- which nobody understands, since June doesn't cater to Glamour at ALL and the vibe is more "doting grandmother happily has tea with her headstrong and irreverent grandchild"

Daisy and June do mother-daughter martial arts exercises every morning and evening, before and after work, to stave off the carpel tunnel, and Daisy still has no idea how she survived so long without it

May tries keeping a logbook while out sailing but usually ends up writing another paperback spy novel instead (penname: Gray Gullson) 

Beakly is a BIG fan

Beakly has no idea why May keeps wanting to have teatime chats with her about the old spy days but enjoys them quite a bit in any case

June kindly pretends not to understand why her sister needs to know if you could sew secrets or poisons into dress

and she puts May’s latest novel draft back into its hiding place when she accidentally finds it

...

she also edits the draft for spelling mistakes and leaves suggestions in the margins, in May's own handwriting, knowing it'll freak her sister out when SHE finds it

they make an effort to be together for the anniversary of Black Heron's "disappearance" (June paradropped onto May's ship from the Sunchaser once) but still aren't sure how they're supposed to spend it

they always call or visit with Daisy and Donald the day afterwards though

"...you ever think about what we would do, if she came back?"

"Disappoint her, probably. We're not exactly super villains."

"Yeah...."

"..."

"I hope we'd fight her."

"I think we would. I mean, if she tried to hurt mom or dad..."

"Or Webby or the Sabrewings."

"The boys too."

"Ducks and McDucks. Beakly."

"Launchpad."

"Gyro?"

"I guess pretty much anyone, really."

"We do have a lot of people to fight for these days."

"Maybe she'd be proud of us for that?"

"..."

"..."

"Probably not."

"Well I'm proud of us."

"Yeah. Me too."

"And I wouldn't trade Donald or Daisy for anything."

"Never."

"Ever."

"..."

"...I miss them."

"Same. Let's go home."

[kiss-my-freckle]

Some fans say Klaus is better than Damon and is less abusive to women. They think that Klaus wouldn't have slept with Caroline while pretending to be Tyler and use him saying things like wrong equipment and love as evidence of that even though he actively participated and joked about it after. Klaus took his shirt off, pushed her against a tree, made out with her and people claim that Caroline was the only active participant and that he only kept hinting it wasn't him. After Caroline figured out it wasn't him he started off by calling himself Caroline's innocent victim even though he victimized and assaulted her and in a more serious tone claimed he would later take her up on her offer of hot hybrid sex even though she wasn't offering it to him but to Tyler. Definitely doesn't sound like someone who felt bad about his actions. Sounds more like entitlement and he would have gone through with it if she didn't figure it out. Not to mention he was violating Tyler's body too. Plus weren't there flashbacks of Klaus abusing women in TO?

Also people claim Klaroline is less abusive than Delena even though after Klaus developed feelings for Caroline he threatened to kill her and he never apologized for assaulting Caroline.

Klaus is nowhere near better than Damon, and I wouldn't consider him less abusive to women. Caroline was the initial vampire for Klaus' ritual. She's only alive because Damon saved her from Klaus. The same man who felt it was a grand thing to have three goddesses die just to make him a hybrid. Who forced Liz to invite him into her house or watch her own daughter die from a werewolf bite, and did this for the sake of always getting what he wants because he was given that home invite. If not for Caroline noting his speech, Klaus most certainly would've slept with her while in Tyler's body because nothing else was stopping him. And I do mean nothing. Joking about it after made him all the more disgusting.

That's why Klaus is the one asking Damon for relationship advice, and actually takes that advice. Klaroline is a regurgitated version of Delena that could NEVER be Delena because Caroline is too pure and good to fall in love with Klaus. A temporary thing to please Klaroline shippers, but nothing more than that.

I don't get why fans compare vampires because they're all the same in that regard. A predator is a predator. I can guarantee that Klaus has abused more women than Damon and Stefan combined because he's over 1000 years old.

When Elena escaped the safety of Klaus' windowless room, Klaus flat-out threatened Caroline's life because no woman would ever come before his lust for power, and he needed Elena alive for his sired hybrid army. I consider them lucky to know how to break the hunters curse. Sure, Klaus has no problem trading in a hybrid that just broke his sire bond for a dozen newly sired hybrids he'd be able to create later when Elena became human. But he would've killed Caroline otherwise, and he would've killed her in that very moment. No one simply messes with Klaus' power. Him giving it is the only way they take it.

[0pticblast]

Day 1

I woke up and my business partner did not wake up on time to go to the gym. I used that time to rest before I went to work early. I still have my job, but I'm currently looking for one in order to be able to support my family more and my business. Work wasn't bad for once, maybe it's because we didn't have a meeting, maybe it's because my boss and I talked about trading cards, I just hate meetings and not knowing what to say.

My direct deposit didn't go through, it got delayed because our payday is next Tuesday. It's tough, but I'll try my best to just eat at home. There's so much food in the fridge, I have to stop being lazy and cook. I was able to pay off some expenses from my trading card business from my part-time job. I got to try the roast duck chow mein at Phoenix as well, it was okay.

There was a social at work, usually I wouldn't go because work is so busy but all my f*cks are gone and I need a break. I went outside for 10 minutes and drank a cider with my coworker. I'm gonna miss the friends I made, the crushes I've had, and the work besties who'll stick around in my life hopefully later down the line.

I competed at One Piece last night with a new Leader. I didn't win a single game and that's okay. As bitter as it felt, people were giving me props for piloting a different deck. Regionals is in two weeks, I'm no way prepared at all and I don't know how people do it. I'm honestly way more focused on reselling cards than actually competing now, which is not a bad thing. I got a bad offer for a card that I was trying to sell, he wasn't meeting me halfway and his offers/counteroffers were way low. On the plus side, we sold all 7 of our tournament packs. It's crazy to think that we're actually getting s*it done. A month and a half ago I said f*ck it let's sell these for $5 each. I was about to give up, one day we sold 5 packs and for a good while no one wanted our other stuff. It's a lot of highs and lows, nothing in between but the thrill of finally selling something feels great.

When I got home I wanted to work more, but my body said no and rested. I watched an episode of Spy X Family, posted content on Slabs, and fell asleep on the couch after getting food coma from Denny's. My Amazon package came in, I pulled Yunjin from the LE SSERAFIM album I got. My bias wrecker be wrecking me, what a good start to my journey.

During lunch all I could think about is Brenda, she makes good content and I hope her and I give it another shot one day. Me being me, I fall hard which is a blessing and a curse. It's like, why would I half a** liking someone? I can't help how I feel and how much I can feel emotionally. I do know I have to keep myself on check externally, but nowadays I'm just very direct and transparent with what I say and do because we don't need to play this waiting game. I recently started reading this book, "Single: On Purpose" by John Kim. Listening to the audiobook driving back home from LA last weekend gave me alot of perspective and it's something that I want to finish reading and take notes with. I'll also document what I learned from each section so I don't forget what I got from it.