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pathologicalreid · 2 years ago

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could you do a third part to buried alive where the reader finally gets a bit better and goes out into the field for the first time and then the team goes and gets drinks after bc they are so proud of her :) -🌱

back again | S.R.

part one | part two

in which you go back into the field (and kick ass)

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category? angst and then fluff

content warnings: established relationship. PTSD undertones. guns and physical fighting. reader is paired with morgan and kicks ass. usual cm case stuff. going to a bar and alcohol consumption. use of 'ass'. reader is referred to as a girl.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: hey anon i love you!!! i never expected people to like this story so much, but im so grateful i hope you enjoy!! thanks for reading <3 don't forget to like and reblog <3333333333

It felt good. Standing outside of a suspect's house with Morgan felt normal to you, having your firearm holstered, felt right.

He was trying to get ahold of the team, but the two of you were far from the town and, apparently, cell service. “The call keeps dropping, but they know where we are. They should be on their way,” he told you, getting out of the car. “If you’re uncomfortable going in, you don’t have to.”

You rolled your eyes and got out of the SUV. “I’ve got your back,” you responded self-assuredly. It was your first case back in the field, and besides, you weren’t about to let Derek walk into the lion's den alone.

Despite your attempt at confidence, you hadn’t planned on going to a suspect's house. The two of you had been on your way back from talking to a victim’s family, meaning you didn’t have vests. “I know you do,” Morgan confirmed, removing his sunglasses and snapping the temples down. “Go around back, I’ll take the front,” he said.

Nodding, you unholstered your weapon and kept it pointed toward the ground, you took a deep breath before wrapping around the white farmhouse.

Paranoid thoughts pelted your brain. Did you remember to shut off your phone’s ringer? What if the suspect had a gun? What if the information you were given was wrong and you didn’t have probable cause?

You shook your head, peeking in through the open blinds, you saw the kitchen. The town you were in was on the smaller side, and the only thing that surrounded you was farmland. You saw movement out of the corner of your eye and wished you had been given more time to prepare, having comms right now would be remarkably helpful.

Approaching the back door, you leaned against the siding before reaching over and turning the doorknob. It was already unlocked, which could either be a good thing or a bad thing. You swung the door open and stepped inside the house, pointing your Glock around the kitchen, you saw Morgan entering the living room in your peripheral vision. “Clear!” You called out, and shortly after, Morgan called the same.

Once you had cleared the main floor, Morgan moved upstairs and you moved downstairs, pulling your flashlight from your belt, you pointed it down the steps.

“Jackson Fike this is the FBI,” you called, making yourself known. You reached the bottom of the stairs, just to see another door, wide open. “Damn it,” you cursed, “Morgan, he’s running!” You shouted, hoping your voice would be able to carry up two flights of stairs.

You pocketed your flashlight and took off running out the door. Distantly, you saw a man fitting the suspect's description sprinting towards the woods. Without a second thought, you followed, expecting Derek to be not far behind you.

Thankfully, it was still light outside, the scent of the damp earth filled your senses, but it didn’t overwhelm you. You wouldn’t let it.

You skidded to a halt in the forest, keeping your back to a tree so you could be attacked from behind, “Jackson Fike, you can’t keep running like this. You know as well as I do that the road ends here.” You spoke loudly, hoping he heard you from wherever he had disappeared into the woods.

His choices here boiled down to giving himself up or being on the run for the rest of his life. Based on the profile the team had put together, he would never be able to leave this town. Not by choice, at least.

The snap of a twig gave his location away, you twisted your body in the direction of the noise. Your ears perked up like a bloodhound. “Jackson, if you come with me and tell me where the girls are, maybe I could see about keeping you close to home. Close to your house, that’s what’s important, right?” You tried to negotiate with him. You didn’t know if he was armed, but you did know that suicide by cop wasn’t in his profile. It was also less paperwork if you cuffed him without a fight.

“You can’t make me that promise, agent,” he responded. His voice was gravelly despite only being in his late thirties. “Why would I negotiate with a fed when I could just kill one instead?” He asked.

His question sent a chill down your spine all the way down to where your handcuffs rested on your back. “You’re right,” you ceded, “You’d be worshipped in prison for killing a fed, but why take that chance?”

In a flash, the UnSub smacked your wrist, causing a misfire into the trees, and making your weapon hit the ground.

That was fine, your marksmanship was good enough to pass your qualifications, but hand-to-hand was where you really excelled. He charged at you, but you jumped out of the way.

Closer to the farmhouse you heard voices, but you didn’t let yourself get distracted. Instead, you used your one boxing lesson with JJ and kicked. The inside of your foot provided enough surface to daze your opponent, he stumbled around, and you made sure to keep both of your feet firmly planted to the ground.

He swung back, but you ducked just in time to feel the breeze of his swing against your face. In response, you swung back, hitting him across the face.

Jackson retaliated, using both hands to push you into a tree, crushing your shoulder but not doing anything to stop you from throwing another hit, striking him on the head, and causing him to fall to the ground. He groaned as you crouched down and pulled your cuffs out, fastening them around his wrists.

As you read him his rights, the local police and the rest of your team approached you. Emily looked at you warily, Spencer was searching for injuries, but Morgan was grinning. He was like a giddy little kid who had heard the ice cream truck turn on his street.

Handing off the UnSub to a local, you eyed Morgan suspiciously, “What are you smiling at?” You asked, rotating your shoulder in a failed attempt to make it feel better.

“You took that guy down,” Derek said, gesturing to where the police officer was now taking the UnSub.

Confused, you shrugged, “Yeah, and?”

He laughed again, “Oh, you are so back, pretty girl.”

A flight later, you were hunched over takedown paperwork, something you certainly hadn’t missed during your time away from the field. At the desk adjacent to yours, Spencer was flipping through a book, waiting for you so you could go home.

After initialing each page and signing the last one, you placed the papers into the confidential file. Going up the stairs to Hotch’s office, you knocked on the door, “Come in.”

You stepped into the office and reached over to hand him the file, “My takedown paperwork for Jackson Fike.”

He nodded, the stern look on his face fading as he looked at you, “You did impressive work today, Y/L/N. By taking the initiative to arrest Fike, you saved the three girls he had captive.”

Shrugging, you fiddled with his nameplate, “I just did what felt right.”

“Other agents would’ve shot him, and it would’ve been justified, but you didn’t,” Hotch said, raising his eyebrows. “It’s good to see you out in the field again,” he told you in that fatherly, parental tone of his.

You looked out the window of his office, “It’s good to be back out, sir.” Watching as the rest of the team gathered back into the bullpen, “I thought everyone had already left?”

Hotch set your file down and stood from his desk, “I believe they were all waiting for you in Garcia’s office.”

Confused, you walked outside of the office and down the steps, “Hey?” You said cautiously, looking around at everyone, “What’s going on?” You looked at Spencer, but he just shrugged like he didn’t know any more than you did.

“We,” Derek said, “are going to O’Keefe’s,” he said, grinning as you reached over your desk to grab your bag and your coat.

Shoving your arms through the sleeves of your coat, you looked at the team curiously, “I’m getting the sense that I don’t have much of a choice in this outing.”

Grinning, Penelope excitedly walked towards you, looping her arm through yours and leading you out of the bullpen, “you don’t!”

You laughed, looking back at Spencer, who was just smiling at you. It wasn’t in your nature to turn down what Emily called ‘team bonding’, so the lot of you went to the familiar bar, a place you hadn’t been in nearly four months.

At the same table as always, standing room only with the eight of you, Rossi paid for all of your preferred drinks. Something you had learned to not protest over the years, as long as he was there, he’d never let you pay for your drinks.

Casually, Spencer had his arm around your waist, the two of you were more affectionate outside of the office. “How’s your shoulder?” He asked, gently skimming the pad of his thumb over the sensitive skin. Naturally, Spencer didn’t say anything in front of the team when you mentioned being shoved into a tree, but behind closed doors, he had asked to take a look at it.

You hummed in response, leaning into his touch, “Better, just bruised a bit.”

He dropped his hand back down to your waist, “good,” he whispered, ducking his head, and pressing a kiss to your cheek, causing you to smile.

Grabbing your attention, Derek cleared his throat and raised his glass in your general direction. “Tonight is about you, pretty girl,” he said, causing everyone else to turn to you. Your cheeks burned, “not only did you kick some UnSub ass, but you threw yourself back into the field after months on the sidelines.”

At your side, Spencer squeezed your hip, you were grinning like a fool.

“It has been an honor to be able to watch you reclaim yourself. I, for one, am proud of that accomplishment,” Morgan continued. “I hope you’re proud of yourself, too.”

You nodded enthusiastically, “Thank you. All of you, really.” You reached forward where everyone was clinking their glasses before taking a sip. Setting your glass down, you turned and looked at Spencer, “I love you,” you whispered to him.

He dropped a kiss to your lips, earning a whoop from Garcia. When he pulled away, he smiled at you softly, “I love you too.”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid whump #spencer reid hurt/comfort #spencer reid angst #david rossi #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #written by margot #margot's asks #criminal minds angst

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amywritesthings · 8 months ago

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hiii! for the hallosleepover, can I get jean x reader + enemies to lovers who unintentionally wear a couple’s costume to a Halloween party? 🥺

hallo-sleepover '24!

hello, anon! thank you for sending this in. i've never written jean as a main character before, so let's see how this goes, yeah?

saving horses, matching costumes.

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader word count: 1.1k+ warnings: halloween party mishaps, miscommunication, enemies to kinda lovers, fluffy, banter, jean is a cowboy bc of the s4 mullet i dont make the rules credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

read on ao3.

“Oh, you have to be joking.”

The complaint comes out of your mouth faster than you can stop it.

As much as you hate that your eyes lock onto Jean Kirstein every time he walks into a room (a sixth sense, if you will, after putting up with him throughout college and beyond) you’re glad it’s you who spotted him first.

You’d never hear the end of it if it’d been Sasha, who’s busy shoveling yet another candy apple in her mouth like she’s discovered the wonders of life — while dressed in a cozy yet outrageous inflatable cow costume.

Be friends! she says.

(As fucking if.)

He likes you, but he thinks you hate him! she claims.

(False. He hated you first, so you hated him second.)

This year’s costume had been a panicked choice when Sasha reminded you of Mikasa’s costume party a mere twelve hours ago.

Scrambling through your closet before work, the outfit basically built itself: a pink hat, some old cowboy boots, jeans and a denim vest and ta-da—

A cowgirl!

To be fair, you thought Sasha changed her outfit to a silly cow to match you when you texted her the outfit a few hours before the party.

The foreboding dots, however, are connecting in real time:

Jean walks into the house with a bandana tied around his neck, a deep brown hat, a half-buttoned white shirt, and fringed chaps.

He holds the door open, waiting for someone else.

Behind him waddles in Connie, dressed identically to Sasha as an inflatable cow. He sandwiches the puffy middle through the door before jumping out like a bursting star to greet the people mingling at the front of the house.

This?

This was an ambush.

“Whassajo?” Sasha slurs, cheeks puffed with food. She turns on a heel towards you, not in the least aware of her bulky surroundings.

But before you can answer, she recognizes the two walking through the front door, lights up and flings a hand to the sky.

“Connie!”

Sharing the same brain cell, the man in question pauses, posing in his cow costume, before pointing at his wonder twin. He lets out a battle cry and rushes over the best an inflatable costumed-person can.

Of course that gets Jean’s attention, his eyes searching the crowd until they land on you, and the drop of his smile confronts the uncomfortable truth:

You’re the only cowgirl at the party, and as far as you can see, he’s the only cowboy.

God.

Damn.

It.

“Yoooo, you matched us!” Connie yelps, slinging a puffy arm around Sasha.

“For the record I didn’t try to, but I also didn’t know you both had matching cow costumes,” you state, trying to make it abundantly clear that this? Not your idea.

“Oh, these ol’ things were a last minute thing,” Sasha states once she’s swallowed her food, grinning ear to ear. “And they were on sale at Spirit, so—”

Jean cautiously makes his way over to your little corner of the party with his hands shoved into his jean pockets.

Either the lighting is making his face red as a tomato or he’s genuinely as embarrassed to be wearing a matching costume with you.

He mumbles a greeting, keeping his chin down.

The Monster Mash plays for the fourth time from the speakers — no doubt a takeover from Yeager, wherever he’s hiding at this party.

Connie pipes up after a minute, letting go of his partner in crime. “Where’d you get one of those, anyway? I want apples.”

“Kitchen,” Sasha states, looping her inflatable arm around his. “C’mon, to the promise land we go.”

Like clockwork, they leave.

They fucking leave you — and Jean, for that matter, because he still stands across from you with his head down and hands in his pockets. His mullet is neatly combed under the hat, stubble grown out for the occasion.

(He looks good, but you don’t have to admit it.)

“...so.” Jean speaks, though it’s barely audible. “This is a thing.”

“Yep.”

“Designed for us to get along?”

“Probably.”

“Sasha told me to go as a cowboy.”

“Probably after I told her I was going as a cowgirl.”

“At least we’re not wearing the same colored hat and stuff, right?” he tries to joke, shuffling his boot to poke at one of the plastic pumpkins lining the room. “Because that would’ve been really damn freaky.”

After acknowledging his statement with a grunt, silence meets you.

For a moment, you wonder if maybe that’s the end of the conversation.

This presumed couple’s costume will be a mere coincidence and no one will think otherwise and the night will go on its merry drunken little—

“Sorry.”

The word surprises you to the point of looking his way, but before you can, he’s already sliding closer to talk directly to you.

“Okay. Hear me out, alright?”

Your brows slide up your forehead. “Hear you… out?”

“It…”

Trailing off, Jean scrunches his nose and takes the hat off his head to smooth back his hair.

“Ah, fuck, just let me get this out one time and one time only and if it’s a shitty idea? We’ll pretend it never happened.”

“Uh—”

“What if tonight’s a truce?” he interrupts, gesturing between your denim-and-pleather-clad bodies. “Whatever beef we have with each other could be fixed or something.”

You open your mouth to speak, but Jean keeps going.

“Because I don’t hate you. Connie says you think I hate you, or something, and I don’t really know why you would ever think I—”

“I thought it because you hated me… first,” you try to remind him, tilting your head in confusion. “You literally declared it freshman year in front of—”

“I didn’t actually hate you!” he whisper-shouts over the mouth, conveying his emotion without the outburst. “I didn’t. Seriously. I said some stupid shit to get Yeager off my damn back about you and I regretted it as soon as I said it—”

“What?”

“I just want a chance, okay?”

Finally, with his hands flexed before you, Jean seems to get to the point of his ramble.

Squeezing his eyes shut for a brief second, he exhales and softens in defeat.

“One chance — to show you I’m not some sort of douchebag because I got tongue-tied years ago. I’m not that moron anymore. Just… let me get you a drink or water or something, and I’ll fix it. And if I still suck to you, then at least I’ll have said my peace.”

For what feels like ages, you simply stare at him.

He stares back as the party lights twinkle like a halo over his cowboy hat, eyes rounded and pleading.

As much as you hate to say it, you’re intrigued.

Jean’s right: it’s been years.

Why hold an arbitrary grudge if it was genuinely an accident?

“...fine,” you relent. “But just one.”

Relief floods his expression, and he sheepishly tips his hat to you. “Yes, ma’am, just one.”

#jean kirschtein x you #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirsten x reader #halloween fic #aot fic #aot x reader #aot x you #attack on titan fanfiction #aot fanfiction #snk x reader #snk x you #snk fanfiction #snk fanfic #jean kirstein fic #hallosleepover 24

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jackoshadows · 4 months ago

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I love all the cute 'Why do people hate Jonsa so much' anon questions to Jonsa blogs when there is an entire 'anti-Jonsa' tag they could just browse through to get their answers.

It's not about getting an actual answer but asking this to an echo chamber for bias confirmation on how the bad meanies are unfairly hating on their crackship!

And the funny thing is that the answer to such questions actually gives us the reason for why Jonsa is such a hate filled ship deserving of mockery and why some of us are only responding to that hate.

Answer:

Say the same folks who take and take and take and use every single aspect of the Jon/Arya relationship for their crackship. Maybe these idiots should first stop bringing out the original outline for their crackship?

I mean, look at this nonsense!

So Stark-Tully and Targ-Stark doesn't work with Arya?! Doesn't she have literally the same frigging parents as Sansa?

How did Jonsa get popular when the show was on? Because shippers were straight up using Jon's thoughts of Arya for Sansa - just straight up copy pasting. Like, look at this 2019 post!

First of all, I love how this person pretends to be a 'non-shipper' lmfao.

Second, 'Pointy end'? How dare you!

Then there's made up fanfiction that straight up erases Jon's angst about his bastardy - a central point of his entire story - and his bond with Arya due to their outsider status and make that about Sansa.

If their two brain cells actually worked they would realize that using everything from the Jon/Arya relationship to argue for Jonsa means that they are actually making a case for Jonarya!

However their tradfem brains are so fried with sexism and misogyny and hate for the other female characters that they can only keep their crackship alive by shoving their self-insert fave into the plot/story/relationships of other characters.

These people are all 'Stark sister's foreva!' but they hate, hate Arya and want her gone from Winterfell at the end of the series.

They 'love' Arya so much they want her to be the Northern Oberyn dammit! (Kicking her out of home and family under the guise of 'Freedom')

Also Arya is scary now!

They also want Arya to kill the other female character they hate!

Speaking of Daenerys, apparently the Jonsa hate is also because Jonsa shippers are the OG Dany haters!

Imagine bragging about being the pioneers of spewing some of the most vile, vulgar, utterly sexist, anti feminist, women hating, patriarchal, bigoted hatred against a fictional female character for the crime of getting in the way of your utterly idiotic, totally shite, vanilla, bland, boring crackship.

I have been in many fandoms in the past and pol!Jon has to be one of the ugliest, misogyistic hate I have seen towards the lead female character where women are theorizing and fantasizing about the male protagonist inflicting domestic violence and murdering his partner after seducing/manipulating her.

Imagine bring proud of that... They should be in the shame cube for that nonsense!

#anti Jonsa

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merakiui · 9 months ago

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I have a fucked up skully thought that you may hate or like idk. Skully turns you into a pumpkin and fucks you. You can't fight back and he can fill you as much as he wants

My dearest anon, we are on the same brain cell because I thought this same thing but didn't say anything,,,, but my cowardice will not hold me back from being 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 for Mr. Graves!!!!! (•̀ᴗ•́ )و I'm happy someone can also have this thought!!! Gross pervert Skully pining for a darling who just isn't interested in him. :( he's so in love with you, but you've turned him down countless times. Even so, he knows deep down that one day you might reciprocate his feelings.

He really only meant to turn you into a pumpkin so he could kidnap you more easily,,, but curiosity (and his overflowing love/lust for you) wins in the end and he just can't help himself!!! He's sorry for being such a brute, but he just wants you to feel how much he loves you. Only you can make his dick this hard. orz he's babbling on and on, apologizing profusely, all while he fucks into the smiling mouth carved onto the you-pumpkin. Please don't hate him or think he's a pervert!!!! He really does love you,,, >_<

And maybe when you're turned back into yourself,,, you have a belly full of cum and cum dripping from your mouth and hole,,,,, yes, I see the vision!!!!!!!!!!

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #tw: noncon

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szkunas · 1 year ago

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KNOCK KNOCK, GUESS WHO! ౨ৎㅤsuguru geto.

synopsis / premise ♱ㅤwhen things in your life go well for a long time, there will undeniably be a problem knocking on your door. this time, the issue is your ex-boyfriend, wanted by the jujutsu society — who is very angry with you, even after he stole your money. || PART ONE (previous)

featuring ♱ㅤsuguru geto (jjk0 / 2017 version) x FEM reader.

warnings ♱ㅤ NSFW ♡︎ ㅤporn with very little plot ! toxic behavior ! suguru (GENOCIDAL man) ! unprotected sex (wrap it up) + unrealistic portraits of sex ! creampie ! reader and gojo are not in a relationship, but mutually interested in each other ! coercion / dub-con (both consent but just to be safe) ! genocide / death mentions (geto) ! stalking and breaking in ! bondage + choking ! spanking ! edging ! obsessed suguru agenda ! delusional suguru (you will see) ! seduction !

honorary mentions (inspirations, please read) ♱ㅤthis ask, by anon! all credits to them, i was not planning a part two, haha. whoever you are, i hope you enjoy it.

author’s note ♱ㅤso, today i was sitting down and thinking “im going to finish that yuta draft and probably start the sukuna draft for the event, since he’s winning the poll”. guess which of these two things I did? exactly. none. so, here is more suguru geto for you. i apologize in advance — i am not good at writing seduction. this is a bit rushed lol. repost because i can't see my post in tags

THERE IS NOTHING SCARIER than discovering that the person you love most is hiding a dark secret. it could be a lover, a second family, a dark past or a real, rotting present. that’s the feeling you get: everything is rotten. the walls around you and the space are shaped into a molten mist that rots as time passes, as you read the letter that someone slipped under your door.

the highly wanted criminal, suguru geto, was seen in your apartment two weeks ago, as shown in the photos below. we ask for your full and complete cooperation in the investigation, and soon some sorcerers will need to interrogate you. expect their visit at any time and answer the door when the time comes.ㅤ— the higher-ups from jujutsu society.

oh, hell. no. this cannot be happening.

as the procedure says, you burn the letter and get rid of the ashes.

although your situation is absolutely desperate, the secrecy of jujutsu comes before your disastrous love life. you turn to look for your cell phone, and the delay hurts your bones.

it seems like the object disappears when you need it most. when you find the damn phone, you don’t even hesitate. as you type the number that, at this point, your head knows by heart, your hands shake. this cannot be true. they are lying, they are trying to deceive me and defame suguru. but why? why would society need to do this?

of course, mentally, you suppress yourself. and a rational part of your brain — the part that isn’t driven by the love you feel for a man who’s been with you a long time — slowly realizes that this is the truth.

that’s why the disappearances in the middle of the night, the slight disregard for non-sorcerers touching you or him. the preference for privacy and not allowing you to post photos of the two of you together. he doesn’t have social media, he said. it feels very public. what a lie, he was actually a wanted criminal and cult leader.

no one answers the call, and you press the button once again. and again. and again. by the sixth time, you’re not sure if your hands are shaking with fear, disgust, or hate.

your money. your savings, built up after you left the witch life behind. a small guarantee of your future, a future you planned to have with suguru. a future stolen and lost, by the same man who once stole her heart. beautiful black hair and purple eyes really make a girl forget to pay attention to the red flags.

you leave voicemail after voicemail, until the box is full. then, messages. text after text while your fingertips digit furiously. it didn’t take long for you to realize that a response from him would be even worse, so your last messages were simple, direct. do not talk to me anymore. don’t ever appear in front of me again. and don’t you dare involve me in your affairs, you bastard.

pressing the send button through tears was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done in your life. and so, blocking the number seemed like the most sensible solution. it’s not like he would respond, even if you gave the number to the investigators — your exact intention.

so everything went as it should. 39 missed calls, 104 unanswered messages that changed her perspective of him forever, along with a letter that turned to ash, like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly. your life took a new direction, an unpredictable metamorphosis that made you move to another address after the entire legal process on your part was concluded. you didn’t know, and you had no involvement, as hard as it was to believe. and then the sorcerers left you alone, and this was your second new start to normal life.

lonely and with a betrayed heart, in a new apartment far from your ex. unloading the last box does not bring the relief of releasing a chain, but the pain. the pain of losing something. as if the chain had tied itself to one of your ribs and ripped it away, taking a part of you.

but the tears dry. time passes. the pain diminishes, and the space that takes it in the heart is hatred. you become your priority again, and in time, you rise again only to fall again. one last effort, a call to a certain sorcerer you once knew, satoru gojo. this was his noah’s ark, his last hope before resorting to more desperate methods.

he answered. and since then, a lot has changed.

it’s been almost ten months since suguru stole your money and trampled on your love and dignity. almost ten months in which you had your heart broken, and you slowly put the pieces back together. now, your latest relationship — it’s not really a relationship.

six weeks ago, you and satoru had sex in your apartment for the first time. since then, he has been very helpful in all aspects of your life and visits you regularly. he takes you on dates and even carried you when his feet got sore from walking. it sounds crazy, feeling so comfortable with someone after just six weeks, but that’s what happens.

gojo is more than an arrogant boy who uses humor in every situation he sees, he has a heart, and a very generous one at that. despite his insistence, the credit card that was entrusted to you is rarely used (and you managed to convince him to change the password, too). his intention was to ask for help, not to become a parasite that will take as much from him as he can. not when he’s a much better person than you expected. a kind of clumsy white knight, in a cute and a bit of a loser way at the same time.

so, of course, the dates have become routine now. cinemas, walks in the park, roller skating, going for ice cream. these experiences stand out in your memories, as sweet as scenes from clichéd romance films. kisses in the rain, desperate hands pushing you into the apartment — maybe this time, you might be able to tease him a little, make him lose it and have you right there, in a dark corner? the idea is exciting, dangerous, and so stupid it makes your heart flutter.

he still owes you a new bed, though. you keep fucking on your couch because you two broke your single bed the last time you did it.

checking yourself in the mirror before a date is, naturally, what everyone does. the red dress that adorns her body is a little short, the kind of thing you see on a seductive movie character. but satoru asked for this tiny — as tiny as the dress, in his words — favor and promised anything you wanted later if you wore that and hung on his arm all night. even when he’s being a pervert, he’s just a guy who’s whipped for you.

the idea makes you take a step back. satoru can’t be in love with you. yeah, okay. he does cute things often. he takes you on dates almost every week. he’s always trying to make you laugh and has already learned most of your quirks, likes and dislikes. he remembers you throughout the day, at random intervals, and buys you things so casually that you had to beg him to stop and not max out his card bill — he just laughed and said it was all cheap anyway. heirs…

but he can’t be in love. it’s all new, recent. perfect, but maybe it’s just hidden by the love fog at the beginning of a relationship. it has already blinded you to bad signals once, and you internally wonder if you are using gojo.

of course, part of you has already thought about it. having sex with your ex’s best friend and solve your financial problems. two birds, one stone. but satoru is everything suguru is not — true. intense and real, without a mask of sweet truth that covered a rotten truth.

honestly, you don’t want to think about it too much right now. this is a conversation that should be between you and satoru, not between you and your intrusive, insecure thoughts. he deserves to know the truth and he deserves to know that you’re just as interested as he is — not on the money, but on him.

a text message makes you smile right after spraying a sweet perfume on your neck. the screen lights up with that contact that has now become your favorite.

toru <3; ㅤ already in the dress? photos or else ill die (seriously)

a small laugh escapes your throat, and you immediately prepare to take a photo. stepping back a little and posing in front of the mirror, you could swear you heard something near your apartment door while simultaneously hearing the soft click of your cell phone.

one pose to show the front, and one for the back, with a soft, evil smile. satoru isn’t your boyfriend, but with his attitude, he could very well be. he looks at you as if you were the only woman in the world, and as if he wanted you forever. it’s beautiful. it’s such a beautiful emotion to see in those blue eyes that you can’t wait for the next time you look.

after texting back, asking what time the movie starts, your eyebrows come together in a frown. omnisity takes over the environment quickly, and you swear your heart stops beating.

this energy— it cannot be.

“hi princess. missed me?”

the whisper in your ear is so sudden that you immediately turn your face to look. a hand grabs your chin and forces your head to turn back to the mirror, and you gasp, immediately struggling.

suguru geto, on the flesh, the greatest traitor to have walked the earth since judas. traitor to the jujutsu society, criminal and mass murderer, and of course — your ex-boyfriend. right behind you, and forcing you to stare at the mirror as his free hand snatches your phone away.

you hit him with your elbow, but he barely moves. humming, as if he is amused. as if you are some game. geto’s hips press forward against yours, and he efficiently traps you between the sink and him.

this cannot be happening.

what suguru doesn’t find amusing, though, is your text messages with satoru. long or short, little flirtations or obvious nudes, these messages are simply something that makes him turn his nose up in disgust. how dare him. how dare satoru take the one thing suguru truly loved that way?

“get off me.” you murmur, your eyes widening. like any sorcerer, you know the basics of defending yourself, but panic runs through your veins like poison. your muscles feel like solid stone, and you can’t stop your breath from hitching when his hand stops cupping your cheek to grab you by the throat.

he’s a criminal who definitely must have had his share of fights. you are a sorceress who has not been in the field for almost ten years. in a real fight? he could drown you in that sink and satoru would only find out hours later.

satoru. the thought makes you immediately ramble.

“don’t you dare lay a hand on me. satoru will—” he squeezes your neck softly, a silent message for you to keep your mouth shut. suguru sighs, annoyed he needs to explain it to you, word by word. he really, really likes you, but he’s not in the mood after all these games.

this small action — squeezing your neck gently — makes you remember old times. old times, not good days. because, although they were good, the memory was effectively corrupted when he left you, almost a year ago.

“satoru will not do a thing. he doesn’t know i’m here, and he won’t know.” a break. “yet.”

your eyebrows shoot up, before your face contorts into confusion. what does he mean, yet? if anyone knows he’s here, he will be executed. why would he risk it, just to see you? is he here to kill you?

the thought brings visible panics into your eyes — the wonderful, pretty eyes you have. the window to your soul. your soul and body, which suguru would like to possess again.

again, what a ridiculous term. he never stopped owning it, in the first place.

maybe if you buy time, satoru will come see what’s taking so long. he will help. you’ll be safe.

but the date is only thirty minutes, and for satoru to come in person, you would have to wait another forty. one hour and ten minutes with your genocidal ex-boyfriend. wow. this must be some kind of twisted lottery of fate, where winning makes you unlucky.

you force your voice to remain calm, composed. he does not deserve the satisfaction of your fear.

“why are you here?”

“oh, look at her.” he mocks, as if you’re not even just there, listening. “asking why i’m here as if she has no idea.”

“i don’t.” you grit your teeth. “this is why people ask, imbecile. they want answers— ugh.” he squeezes your neck again, making you grow quiet until he relaxes.

“darling.” suguru smiles softly, but some veins are popping up on his hand. he is absolutely pissed, using that sweet voice to smooth you. “you know why i’m here. don’t play dumb. you— let satoru touch you.”

his tone is still soft, affectionate as the boyfriend you once called yours. but beneath the sweetness, there is an anger, a possession. like an animal whose territory has been pierced.

“did you think I wouldn’t find out?” he leans in, his hot breath making shivers run down your spine violently. “you underestimate me, my love. i’m a bit offended. coming from you, i expected so much more.”

his hand snakes all over your body, and close as he is, you’re sure he can hear your erratic heartbeat. thump-thump. thump-thump. thump-thump.

like the engine of a machine, accelerated to its limits. if your organs are your gears, you believe you are malfunctioning right now. a poorly functioning machine due to information overload.

it’s a lot to handle. his hands are warm as they gently pull your dress up, groaning. “i barely had to move it away. what, you enjoy dressing like a slut for satoru?”

it seems like your voice only works normally, as it should, when you feel your panties being pulled down, gasping. “suguru, no! you can’t!”

“oh, i can’t? why? c’mon, darling, just the tip.” he throws your phone away — the sound the device makes when it breaks against the wall is blood-curdling. he wraps both his arms around your waist, pressing his hips to yours. “pretty please?”

you grit your teeth. why the hell is this attractive? perhaps it’s because you barely heard geto beg before. but, no. you can’t. satoru, your satoru, he’s waiting for you — instead, you have your freak ex humping slowly against you. no way, is he wearing buddhist attire? like a monk or something. but these thoughts don’t matter. his words take you out of your head.

“i saw everything that day, you know. and a little before, and after that. getting all cozy with satoru, because i’m not here? you offend me, sweetheart. i’m a bit hurt.”

“oh, i’m not hearing this.” you curl your hands into fists, slamming them on his arms. “not after you lied about who you are, stole my damn money, and left! fuck you, geto! fuck. you.”

he smirks against your ear, grabbing your wrists and pulling your arms behind your back. you groaned, and he quickly decided to hit two birds with one stone.

tugging at the clothing strip that holds his robes together, he rips it off and uses it to tie your hands together as you squirm. he gives it a little tug, confirming it’s not too tight, and throws his clothings to the other side of the room.

“i know i haven’t been here.” he pauses, and you can watch him through the mirror as he forces you a bit down. “and i’m sorry. i wanted to tell you, i did. but i couldn’t. i know what you would think, and— i couldn’t lose you.”

it’s like a sincere admission, but you’re not foolish enough to feel sorry. not for him, definitely. throwing salt at the wound is your strategy right now.

“you lost me anyway. y’know, satoru really has a way with backshots that—” your words are cut off by a gasp, when he rips your panties off you and holds you down by the back of your neck. your back does a pretty arch for him like that, but suguru is not nearly amused enough.

“don’t be a brat. i made mistakes, but you, too. whoring yourself for my best friend? are you kidding me, love?”

“i’m not your love, don’t call me that.” he grabs you by the hair, tugging your head back up to look at his eyes through his reflection.

a pause, and suguru decided against what he was going to originally say, softening his grip on you.

“i missed you. i did. can’t i show it to you? just a little, baby, please?” he presses his hips into yours a bit more gently, and you can feel it.

his rock-hard erection, rubbing softly against your warm pussy. it makes you shiver and hum against your will. a part of you misses it. nothing wrong with satoru — he’s a great learner for an inexperienced guy — but geto knows just how to blow your back and be soft at the same time. an art satoru hasn’t mastered yet.

the idea of doing this to that white haired man who is so good to you — it brings tears to your face. how dare you want to say yes? but also, how could you say no when suguru’s head is rubbing deliciously against your entrance?

you close your eyes in defeat, not able to look at yourself.

“be quick. and don’t ever ask me anything again. you get this— and you disappear from my sight. forever.”

a deal with the devil. sacrifice something and gain something. your body for peace.

he chuckles, throwing his head back with a smirk. “oh, you and i both know that’s not happening, sweetheart. i’ll be here, forever.” he slips his hands down your waist, grabbing it gently and pushing his cock in.

the feeling is— exquisite. geto could try all he wanted, search in all the world, but he never could find someone like you. your body is almost poisonous — intoxicating is the right word. he just bottomed out and he’s already mixing his thoughts. that’s the effect you have on him.

suguru’s hips start moving at a restless pace, not giving you time to breathe or a warning. he can’t waste time with words, not now. not after being pulled away from you, his beloved, for ten torturous months. just when he was planning to come back and convince you to join his cult — or just grab you and lock you up, whatever —, he found you riding his best friend. sinking down satoru’s cock and making him cream all inside you.

the idea makes him huff, thrusting harder.

and you, under him? with your wrists tied up? well, you’re a mess. you’ll have to try bondage with satoru later, it’ll surely make his cock explode. your eyes widen, and you babble something — what’s wrong with your head? why are you thinking about satoru, then, suguru, then satoru again?

oh, lord above, maybe both at the same time? it’s a fantasy that makes you blush more than what you’re doing right now.

suguru guides your head up again, holding your neck gently.

“what are you thinking about, love? you keep—” he grunts. “clenching down on me.”

“nothing,” you stammer out. okay, there is something seriously wrong with you for enjoying this so much. a moan escapes you before you can stop it. “nngh— satoru!”

his eyes widen at the same time as yours. if your hands weren’t tied up, you would have brought one up to your mouth. the squeezing on your neck is firm, enough to not cut air circulation, but present. surely. the whisper of your name echoes through the bathroom.

“what did you just say?”

he looms over you, blushed cheeks and vulnerable expressions changing all the time, staring at your dumb little face in the mirror. suguru has a soft frown on his face, his eyes wide in horror, and his lips are slightly parted. but there’s a dark shadow oozing off him, a rage that cannot be contained.

he’s hurt. he’s mad.

you try to justify it quickly, to do damage control. “suguru! i said— i said suguru!��

but it’s a little too late for that, and lies only make it worse. he pins you down harder, his hips moving back at a ruthless pace this time. harder, faster — no mercy or trace of the sweet man who used to make love with you as if you were made of glass.

now, he fucks you as if he hates you, he hates your guts.

your moans and whines are muffled by the obscene sounds escaping where your hips meet. plap plap plap, mixed with a softly, slightly wet whisper of some sort. suguru lets go of your waist and brings his hand up.

you gasp when it hits the back of your thigh in a loud smack!

he forces you to look up, breathless as he murmurs.

“start counting.” he groans, harshly. and he smacks you again, right on the ass. he’s hitting so hard that you believe his intention is leaving a red mark — a present for satoru to look at later. and you’re right. his friend knows no boundaries and keeps taking what is his. what choice does he has, unless to mark you up?

smack.

you shiver, trying to squirm away and kick before he pins you down again.

“behave, brat. now start counting.”

smack.

“one—” you moan when his heat hits your sweet spot, huffing. smack. “two.”

“good girl.” smack. smack. smack. “how many is that, princess, mm? ohh, that’s the good pussy i missed so much. so— tight.”

“ngh! three! four! f—five?”

“is that a question, or are you answering me, my love?”

he chuckles meanly, thrusting into you again. you both grunt — near the edge already.

“suguru.” you throw your head back, whimpering. “i’m— i’m gonna—”

“ohh, you’re going to cum? that fast, honey? satoru hasn’t been good enough to you, i see.” he thrusts harder, laughing meanly at the way your eyes widen and tear up. “aww, he can’t treat you like you want. he fucks you like a good girl, i bet. but you want to be fucked like a slut.”

he leans down, peppering your neck with kisses and hearing your deep breaths. “it’s okay. i’m close, too. you have this effect on me, my love.” he grunts again, grabbing your hips. “throw that ass back on me, baby, yeah? yeah, juuuust like that.”

he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up as he presses his lips to yours in a upside down kiss. it would be romantic if it weren’t so possessive, visceral, crude. carnal. desperate.

when your lips part, he grunts and sighs softly, while you’re moaning loudly. nearly at the same time, your orgasms hit you both with everything.

suguru’s thrusts become messy, sloppy, and his skin feels a bit sticky against yours as he fucks himself using your pussy, pushing in ropes of cum to paint your insides.

you let your head fall forward when it’s your turn, squirming and whimpering softly. his forehead would have hit the sink if he weren’t holding you up. some more seconds, to dry out both of your highs. slowly, gently, he pulls out of you, watching the fat drops oozing out of your used hole.

suguru smirks as he undoes your restraints, kissing the back of your neck tenderly and adjusting your dress.

“don’t forget who has you first, mkay? i left a little gift for you and satoru here.” he sighs, sounding a bit sad. “i’ll have to go again, i’m sorry. but i’ll be back soon. don’t miss me too much. just leave your window unlocked, and i’ll be here again.” he grabs your face to turn it again, brushing his lips against yours. “unlocking them is a chore.”

geto leans back, and you shiver, confused. the sound of clothes being adjusted and thrown back into a body makes you turn your head moments after you heard it, still a bit too slow.

and he is gone. as you fix yourself up on your feet, you shiver as the realization hits you hard as a stone. no, no. satoru. no.

you stumble to the corner of the bathroom, picking up your phone. the screen is broken, but a call icon appears. you accept immediately, nearly sobbing.

“hey, senpai,” the nickname is soft coming from his lips. a small joke, playing with an honorific that he does not use with figures he should use. “you’re— a bit late. did something came up, or?”

“satoru.” you sob, and even through the screen, you can feel him tense up. his voice becomes more serious.

“what happened? are you okay? where are you? i’m on my way.” the scraping of a chair can be heard in the background of the call.

“i’m— my apartment. i have something to tell you. we need to talk, seriously, we—”

you shiver, and for some reason, you can picture your ex perfectly — walking proudly, with his nose up, the wind making his black hair flow behind him and cruel, purple eyes accompanied by a soft smirk.

“i made a mistake.”

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES.ㅤthank you for reading! <3

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dreamsofbroflovski · 4 months ago

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Okay one, when Butters is super horny and it's just you two he'll hump your leg without realizing it and two can we have HCS of the main 4 + Butters with a reader that doesn't finish easily cuz they're on antidepressants? U don't gotta go into detail but it's a similar thing that I struggle with :3/nf

- 🐣 anon

#1 - ABSOLUTELY. In your sleep too...

#2 - Here it is! Hope I did it justice. I might've been a bit too honest about how I see these people. was it made clear i have a favourite? no?

Also, for the people that have sent me asks with requests and stuff: I did not yeet them into the void. I try to do the most I can, so if I haven't gotten to your ask yet, it's very likely I'm holding onto it because I either need another request done first (I guess y'all have noticed how slow I am) or need to converse with my three brain cells (which only awaken in a very specific planetary position) before I can actually write it.

MAIN 4 + BUTTERS HEADCANONS - ANORGASMIC READER

𓆩♡𓆪 STAN MARSH

Eeeeh… Well, sorry. But the very first thing this dude will do is blame himself.

After your first time together when he cums and realizes you didn’t, it’s an automatic shift in the mood from chill and sexy to absolutely dark. He fully sulks, thinking he’s the most selfish motherfucker on the planet, that you’re definitely going to leave him and you should because he doesn’t deserve you.

Which then makes it a shock when you actually explain to him what’s going on - it involves you opening up about some rather personal subjects, and he pays close attention to every word, slowly feeling even worse for making your problems about himself. Out of nowhere, it turns into the both of you butt naked talking about life.

You bond over something. He drowns himself in alcohol to escape his own depression, right? Alcohol can cause erectile dysfunction. At first he didn’t imagine his problem could be similar to yours - but, even if it’s not the same thing, he feels a bit… seen, in a way. Less ashamed of himself.

The concept of things maybe getting a bit more difficult moving on scares him a little bit, no doubt. Like, what if he ends up doing wrong by you and then it really becomes his fault? But he’s suddenly determined to not let something like this get in the way of your relationship - so he pushes through it, and you two end up emotionally closer as a result since you decide to face your problems together.

𓆩♡𓆪 KYLE BROFLOVSKI

The smartest about it. i love him so much i married him 3 times already actually

This is the type of knowledge he’d have even if he doesn’t take antidepressants himself. So, once he finds out you do (either by you outright telling him or by him noticing something around your house), the dots connect in his mind instantly.

So he knows the issue isn’t with either of you, rather it’s a side effect like all medications have, albeit a very bothersome one.

And what do we do with problems? We sort ‘em out. So this guy is doing research and reading scientific articles to try and approach it from a practical sense for you, especially if you’re getting in your head about it, he’s showing you actual information to drill into your head that it is normal.

To be real with you, I think that, in general, Kyle’s one of those people that heavily subscribes to the notion that ‘sex is more about connection and both parties feeling good rather than orgasms’. So he’d have your back in that regard, remind you of it often, and keep that philosophy whenever you two are together. i’m marrying him a 4th time right now

Extra little fact: He’s read through the medicine information leaflet for your medication like a dozen times to figure out everything that it does and any potential other side effects. And probably cornered himself into an anxiety attack of his own by doing so, tbh.

𓆩♡𓆪 ERIC CARTMAN

sighs I’m holding onto the hands of all the Cartman wives right now. But y’all knew what you were in for when you chose the hellspawn. And he’d by far be the hardest to come to an understanding with.

He wouldn’t comprehend it at all. Like, surely this couldn’t be a problem with him (and, for once in his life, he’s right on that!), right? He’s amazing! So that leaves out the other half of the equation, which is you, and he’s sure that’s where the ‘problem’ lies.

It’s entirely possible that you two might even fight over it. He feels a bit threatened by the prospect of there being an inadequacy in your relationship, and so he gets defensive.

Once he gives it a Google search and finds out it’s actually something that happens, though, boy does he regret arguing. And then you get something that you probably should’ve recorded because it’s a once-in-a-lifetime affair: an honest to God apology, complete with flowers on your doorstep, from Eric Cartman.

He ends up having to re-learn a lot of his preconceived notions about sex. A lot of newfound understanding about orgasms not being the end-all-be-all of the deal, and learning different ways to bring you pleasure, physically and mentally. But we know how he gets when he sets his mind to something, and he does deliver on that regard. Cartman growth arc what do you know

If he does make you cum, though? No one is ever hearing the end of it. So so smug.

𓆩♡𓆪 KENNY MCCORMICK

At first, this idiot sees it as a challenge. Like you’re being bratty or testing him out or something - which he’s down for.

But then he goes serious immediately when you explain what actually is going on, and he does apologize. It is all a little bit confusing in his mind, to be fair - for him, arousal and sex are the only actual easy things in life, so this feels out of left field to him.

Honestly? It would take a bit of explaining to him that your situation is a side effect from medicine. I feel like his household is one where the concept of depression is spoken of as ‘laziness’, so his knowledge about the subject is zero when you first talk.

He’s willing to make amends, though. He does provide a lot of emotional support - in the usual Kenny way; there’s a lot of non-sexual touching involved - and makes sure you understand that it’s not gonna be a problem for him and that he doesn’t think less of you for that at all despite his initial misunderstanding.

And from then on, whenever you two meet for that, he’s a man prepared for battle. Sex toys, lube, water and snacks to replenish energy, anything he can possibly try on you to bring you that pleasure. And if still by the end of the ordeal you don’t finish at all, he’s gonna have made sure you felt good.

𓆩♡𓆪 LEOPOLD ‘BUTTERS’ STOTCH

So sweet it gave me a cavity, as usual.

Does blame himself a bit as well at first, but doesn’t get in his head nearly as much as Stan would. It just takes a little bit of talking and that sadness gets quickly replaced by legitimate concern.

Another guy who wouldn’t understand antidepressants very well because his parents would’ve probably given him the belt if he even thought about saying he was depressed. He’s a fast learner, though; the explanation amps up his concerns for you a bit, but it also brings him back to his regularly scheduled programming, which is…

You get absolutely smothered with support and reassurance. He’s not gonna let you feel bad about a single thing if he can avoid it; so if you have any insecurities in that regard, he’s helping get rid of them with loving words and a little bit of careful insight he’s picked up from his limited understanding of the matter.

He’s eager to go through with any possible suggestion to sort things out and make things better for you. Different positions, actions, or sex toys? Why not! Sex therapy? He has no idea what it actually entails, but sure, go right on. He needs you comfortable first and foremost, whatever shape that takes.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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karmacharmeleon18 · 2 months ago

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girl Kim Bumjoong is so HAWTTT

what absolutely KILLS me about Hongjoong is that he used to have almost the exact same nose as Bumjoong when he was younger. in some high school pics you can see it, his nose was more hooked than Bumjoong's especially from the side

he would've been so HOT 😭 I HATE the kpop industry 😭😭

atiny are always ready to throw hands to rebuff any surgery allegations, but his nose has visibly changed throughout the years? I think he had it done at least twice, his debut nose was super sharp and pointing upwards but now it look much more natural. they say "his mom has the same nose! he inherited it from her!"... my brothers and sisters in yaoi, inherited the same surgeon you mean?

they act like it's something shameful when in SK teens get surgeries as birthday presents and it's the norm in the entertainment industry

Hello Anon! You want me to get in trouble with Atiny, uh? I have the feeling that openly talking about plastic surgery in K-Pop is kind of taboo and generally not well received…

which is why I’m going to tag this post as: ateez plastic surgery

For any Atiny that doesn’t want to see this: block the tag and you won’t have to!

But if you’re interested in reading, know that I will be not post any pictures of actual surgeries, so don’t worry if you’re squeamish

Remember that this is all speculation and I don’t have any negative intentions, my autistic brain is just fixated on this at the moment, I need to write a post about it and get it out of my system lol

So let's go!

We all know how beautiful Ateez noses are, we all adore them, Anon, right?

And I think, if the surgery allegations are well-founded, they truly show the GENIUS and MASTERY of Korean plastic surgeons

They did not give every member the same exact nose (as it’s so common in the West, where you can tell from miles away when someone got their nose done)

They kept all the personality, all the quirks of their noses, all that makes them interesting and beautiful and unique

They simply made them slimmer

(slimmer, but not necessarily smaller; big noses are just so beautiful)

I’ve seen K-Pop fans (not Atiny, but in general) say thing like: “That was their nose as a teenager, they are grown men/women now!”, or: “They lost weight, of course their face changed!”

Noses are bone, cartilage, soft tissues and skin, their size and shape is not affected by weight loss as there are no fat cells stored in your nose

Your nose changes during puberty, but by the time you are 18, it has stopped growing/changing shape and size

Any natural change in shape and size as an older teen (18-19) and adult might be due to medical conditions, but that’s not the case for the vast majority of idols

With all of this out of the way, let’s begin a more in-depth analysis

Now, for those interested in the topic but not in my yapping, I have found a YouTube video from 2022 about this:

(Please y’all, don’t send any hate to this creator. We all know how much the K-pop industry sucks, how much pressure trainees and idols are constantly subjected to. And plastic surgery is so normalized in South Korea, it wouldn’t surprise me if all of Ateez had something minor done, as said in the video)

According to the video:

Hongjoong had a rhinoplasty* and a chin implant (*I think he possibly had 2 + fixed his front teeth)

Seonghwa had a subtle rhinoplasty and double eyelid surgery

Yunho had 2 rhinoplasties* and double eyelid surgery (*I agree)

Yeosang had a subtle rhinoplasty and double eyelid surgery

San had a subtle rhinoplasty

Mingi had a subtle rhinoplasty (kinda disagree? I think he actually had a silicone implant that he took out during his hiatus; when he came back his nose looked different and I suspect his current nose might be closer to his natural one, if not the natural one)

Wooyoung had a rhinoplasty, outer eye corners cut and ptosis repair

Jongho had a rhinoplasty, double eyelid surgery and ptosis repair

Again, I can’t stress how common plastic surgery is in South Korea. As Anon said, Korean teens get it as birthday presents! I’m talking rhinoplasties, chin implants, double eyelid and even jaw shaving surgeries, as teenagers. And imagine how much more common it is for celebrities!

Korean surgeons are absolutes masters at making “improved” facial features look as natural as possible

Now here is my opinion for each member

Hongjoong

I think the rhinoplasty is pretty obvious. As you said, Hongjoong with his natural nose used to be almost the spitting image of Bumjoong:

Spot the difference!

And here he also looks so much like Bumjoong it's crazy:

And I do remember a pic of his side profile or maybe three-quarter, where it's like you said, his nose looked more hooked than Bumjoong's. But now I can't find it, sorry

Anyway, this is his natural nose

But then we move on to pre-debut/debut/rookie Hongjoong, and his nose is extremely sharp and looks almost unnatural, it seems to almost curve upwards:

And these are more recent side profile pics; his nose looks softer, more natural-looking, straight and doesn't curve upwards anymore:

(This is also the same exact nose his mom has right now, so it’s entirely possible they went to the same surgeon. I don’t think “he inherited his nose from his mom” because as I showed before, his natural nose looks like Bumjoong’s)

And here’s a pic from the video, about a possible chin implant:

And here are his teeth; as a baby/child he had slightly crooked front teeth, and he still had them as a teenager, so it’s not just an issue of baby teeth, it’s just how his teeth naturally grew:

Now they’re like this (ft super dharp debut nose):

He had a first rhinoplasty (and chin implant?) in high school, possibly because he was set on working in the entertainment industry and knew that would help, or maybe he had already signed with KQ and he had the surgery in preparation for a possible debut

The second rhinoplasty might have happened during the height of COVID, when concerts and events were postponed and cameras weren’t as focused on him

As for his teeth, I don’t know if he used some sort of braces to realign them, or if he got veneers. In 2023 he also accidentally hit his mic against his front teeth and chipped one of them, but now his teeth are as perfect as always, so he got them fixed easily and quickly

Seonghwa

Pre-debut Seonghwa is my WEAKNESS. He looks like he could and would beat up current Seonghwa for fun lmao

I totally understand why the KQ staff thought he was going to kill them if they didn’t let him pass the audition

Ans I understand why Hongjoong was so intimidated. Imagine being the freakiest twink in the Itaewon bathrooms and this piece of murderous beef shows up:

Now, I have seen all sorts of allegations (because people just can’t comprehend how a man can be so beautiful ) starting with him getting his jaw shaved and a chin implant

The way your face shape looks can be affected by make-up, lighting, weight loss, perspective, so I’m not very good at detecting surgeries of this kind (unless the before-after is a monumental change)

His chin does look more pointy now compared to the past:

One thing that does not change with weight loss, though, is your nose, so maybe I agree with the video and he had a rhinoplasty to make the bridge slimmer and the tip and nostrils more defined:

Again, they're subtle changes, and that's why he looks so stunningly natural

As for the double eyelid surgery, it’s also entirely possible, as the pic above already showed. He might have always had double eyelids (though in the picture above it doesn’t look like it) but now he definitely does. It’s not make-up, it’s not eyelid tape. Something changed:

Here you can see that his nose was flatter, the tip less defined, and his eyes had a prominent upper lid; if he had a double eyelid, it was hard to tell:

But now he undeniably has double eyelids:

But something I adore about him is that even after a slimming rhinoplasty, his nose is not "perfect"; from the side, his bridge has the slightest bump, and when he truly smiles (the famous Seonghwa pained smile/happiness that looks like pain), his nose looks almost hooked:

This is an instance of Korean surgeons knowing exactly how far to go when “fixing” a nose

They don’t want each patient to have the same exact nose

This is, undeniably, Seonghwa’s nose

The bridge is simply a bit slimmer, the nostrils and tip more defined

(and the same goes for Wooyoung, the surgeon still left him with Wooyoung’s nose, they just made it slimmer, it’s genius work)

Yunho

Yunho is the only confirmed case of plastic surgery in the whole team

During the Wave era he told Atiny that one time he fell asleep on a bus, the bus driver hit the brakes a bit too hard, too suddenly, and Yunho’s reflexes weren’t enough to spare him: he fell and broke his nose

The problem? When he told us this story, his nose was different than the nose he has right now

So he had at least 2 nose jobs: the one he told us about, that happened pre-debut, and another, more recent one that got him the nose he has today

This is his natural nose:

His nose right before debut/at debut&when he told us the story of his past accident and surgery:

His nose now:

More pointy, bony, the shape overall more sharp and less roundish, lost almost all softness

So Yunho most likely had 2 nose jobs: one he told us about during the Wave era, that happened years before (in high school) and another one that got him the nose he has today.

Now, I’m not saying he’s a liar! Maybe pre-debut he did need surgery after breaking his nose! And maybe he needed a second one because he still had some lingering issues! And plastic surgeons being plastic surgeons, they made his nose smaller/straighter/more conventionally attractive because that’s their job

The video also alleges he had a double eyelid surgery, but all the pics I found of young Yunho are a bit too grainy to be sure. it does look like he has a double eyelid on his left eye, while his right eye looks more like a monolid, so maybe he had that fixed to be more symmetrical? But it's hard to tell for sure

Yeosang

I have to say I agree with the video, both when they say he possibly had a nose job&double eyelid surgery, and when they say they were absolutely unnecessary lol (tbf I think they all were unnecessary)

From the video:

Before:

After:

More definite nostrils and nose tip, and definite double eyelids, while before his upper eyelid was more prominent and his nose less statuesque

San

According to the video, he has a rhinoplasty to slim down the bridge of his nose, and I guess I can see it:

Before:

His nose was flatter and larger, now it's slimmer and more definite (sorry I keep using this word but it makes sense in my head? I hope you get what I'm trying to say)

And I think that’s it? Some say some type of eyelid surgery but I don't know

Again, if true, all of these cosmetic procedures were very subtle (Hongjoong and Yunho's aside), which is why they look so natural

I almost hit my limit of pics per post, so I'll keep going in a reblog!

#ateez #ateez plastic surgery #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

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impactedfates · 2 years ago

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Gayly crashes inside here/J

Anyways may I request a Jing Yuan with [platonic] bio-child reader.. Who has the most chaotic personality ever [ft sharing the same braincells as Yanqing] thank youuu

— 🫶🏻 Anon with a teddy bear gift 🧸

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE GIFT, I’LL TREASURE IT FOREVER 🧸 I HOPE YOU’LL LIKE THIS

Genre/Trope: Platonic + Family (JY, You and Yanqing!) + Crack

Format: Bullet Pointed Scenarios/HC

Warnings: None

Extra: Reader is a teen in this // Single Father JY again but he loves his kids // Yanqing will be your younger brother for this // Reader works under Fu Xuan // Not fully proofread // Some mentions of modern day stuff but time is still taken in the HSR Universe

Loveable Headaches - Platonic Dad! Jing Yuan x Reader

Jing Yuan really does love his children, both you and Yanqing...but you two never seem to give him a break do you? From your brother always buying swords to you deciding to dramatically gasp about the future, causing them to be scared when all that happened was that they trip over a pebble the next day...

On a day where he wished he could be sleeping having done all his paperwork (or...most of them) Fu Xuan comes barging in dragging you behind her, glaring at the man. And although making people scared of their future is rather bad when you're a diviner...he can't help but chuckle sometimes Fu Xuan tries to make him lecture you.

Fu Xuan: General Jing Yuan, your kid started laughing when they saw someone's future. Jing Yuan: Is that so? What did they laugh at? Fu Xuan: A poor guy who got jump scared by a ca- Jing Yuan: Wheeze Ah ahem I mean, they did?

When you and Yanqing are hanging out together. It's either Yanqing being the responsible one and leading you out of trouble, or the other way around. Not one time have you two shared a brain cell and thought logically. At rare times, both of you would have no brain cells and Jing Yuan would have a Cloud Knight knocking at his office and bringing the two rascals who scared the trainee knights.

When Mimi first grew up and the family realised she was in fact a lion, you climbed on her back and began riding her around like a horse.

[Name]: Go Mimi go!! Jing Yuan: Sweetie…please get off her. [Name]: What why? D: We're both feline great Jing Yuan: *Trying not to laugh* G-good one…but you're gonna get hurt.

You and Yanqing probably on more than one occasion tried to go into R rated films when you both were younger. Unluckily for you, everyone knows the Generals kid.

The Dozing General loves his naps and sleep but he also loves you!...But if he hears you playing "We Will Rock You" at 3am in the morning with pots and pans one more time-

Honestly you give Fu Xuan a headache too sometimes. We already said you laugh at a divination you give that scares the other person but you also tend to act disgusted, concerned or any negative emotion when reading future moments...this can either lead to you telling them what happened which is usually such a small thing or you not telling them, simply stating "Can't say, ruins the future"

You probably stole a bunch of things from his room, it worked out for a bit as he wasn't sure where everything was going but you revealed yourself as the lil thief when you tried to steal his heavy sword. (It's a sword right? Or smt??)

You made Jing Yuan wear a powerpuff girls outfit once for Halloween. If he was a powerpuff girl or Dr whatever his name was I forgot, is up to you.

Jing Yuan seems like the type of guy to give kids the big chocolate bars for Halloween, so he needs to hide them from you and Yanqing before Halloween is here or else the kids won't have any as you snatched them with your lil brother.

I see that when you and Yanqing were younger, you tried dressing up as each other, wearing wigs and each other's clothing to try and trick Jing Yuan...however, your clothes were too big on Yanqing, and his clothes were too small on you.

Yanqing tried to jump scare you once when you were using the hose for something, needless to say. Yanqing came back in the house absolutely soaked.

Perhaps one day, the two of you dressed up as Jing Yuan, he found it so adorable!! He took so many pictures of the 'Mini Generals'...he may or may not have attempted to take a day off, gesturing to the 'Mini Generals' and how they would do the work.

Fu Xuan: General…they're kids, they're not ready for your job Jing Yuan: Kids! That want to be me, why not train them? Fu Xuan: General Jing Yuan: Ah, no fun Madam Fu, I'm going I'll do my work, I'll do my work.

He questioned if you were a dog in disguise when you were like 5 tbh. Cuz you bit a lot of things, heck he once came into a meeting with you hanging off his arm...by biting him...doesn't hurt him but he did question where you learnt that.

Yanqing was adopted as a kid, when Jing Yuan first came home with the lil guy, and introduced him to you as your younger brother...you tried to make him fly by throwing him off the kitchen counter, to which THANKFULLY Jing Yuan has the quick reflexes to save Yanqing, he scolded you of course. And hey, good thing Jing Yuan did save your brother as you wouldn't have your partner in crime otherwise.

Idk if I made the reader chaotic or not but hopefully this was alrightwfiof.

Sorry for slow updates (I say as if I didn't mention I'd also be concentrated on other things). I'm going to some resort or something for a school tour(?) and apparently it has no wifi/signal, so wish me luck...gotta bond with my classmates.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr imagines #Jing Yuan #Yanqing #HSR Jing Yuan #HSR Yanqing #Jing Yuan x Reader #Jing Yuan x You #platonic jing yuan x reader #platonic jing yuan x you #hsr platonic #platonic hsr #🎭 masked fools

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gtwscratch · 4 months ago

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Hi! I'm going the anon who asked all the headcanon, so I just wanted to ask a few more questions.

1. What is Xisuma's role? If he's there, X might as well put him to work. Maybe short sessions with the patients so they could feel known?

2. Do they ever remove Impulse's cuffs, for testing, and just keep him drugged or subdued?

3. Can Etho's mace break the glass?

4. I expect there are cameras inside the cell, so do the more troublesome subjects break them?

5. Is there a lockdown system in the lab if one patient was to escape? Will all exits be closed?

Anyways, can't wait to see more! Have an amazing day!

WE HAVE A NAME TO THE ANON!! Hello, coaldusty!! Always lovely to see your asks in my inbox. :)

1.) It’s funny you should ask that… Luckily, I have an answer for you.

2.) They removed his cuffs and collar during tests, but only for the tests. Same goes for Tango. They really don’t want to risk either of them escaping.

3.) I think it came close once. He started hitting the glass repeatedly and managed to crack it before security came in and subdued him. They made sure the glass in his cell was thicker, and they hurt either Bdubs or Tango in retaliation. Etho hasn’t tried anything since.

4.) That’s a really good inquiry, actually. I hadn’t thought about them breaking the cameras. I don’t think they could put up new cameras if they weee broken by the subjects for safety reasons. I’ll make a proper map of the cells and stuff soon.

5.) There would indeed be a lockdown system. I just don’t know what it would be at the moment, sorry!

Thank you for your questions, they’re always such good brain teasers without making me think too hard, and my brain certainly appreciates it right now (it’s 11:30pm), haha!

#project x #project x au #life series #life series au #life series lab au #wild life #wild life au #wild life lab au #mcyt #trafficblr #project x q&a #x!xisuma #x!xisumavoid #x!impulse #x!impulsesv #x!tango #x!tangotek #x!etho #x!ethoslab

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icey--stars · 2 months ago

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You Would Never Hurt Me (Pt. 3)

Azriel has a nightmare about his brothers and Eris has to help his mate without guilt tearing him apart. - 1.5k words.

Initial Request: 16. Nightmares

Ok so I've been scouring your master list and I want to preface this request by saying you can totally ignore it if you want, because I'm afraid it might be a little repetitive but the idea was too good not to share with you:

So I was re reading the fic "You could never hurt me" that was requested by someone else (I love you whoever you are anon) and it clicked. You know how in part 2 Eris is helping him deal with the injuries. How about Az has a nightmare about his childhood cell and how he was burned by his brother's. Eris wakes him up and lights a fire in his palm to light up the dark room. Because of the nightmare Az flinches slightly and Eris thinks it's because of him when really it was a nightmare about his brothers

How would they talk that out

(again I feel after 2 parts of the fic you might be tired of writing the same story again so I just thought I'd share in case you'd ever like to write it in the future)

-💔

A/N: yall, imma be real for one sec: every time you mention the anon who requested the “you would never hurt me” fic I am GIGGLING IN MY SEAT because I’m pretty sure ik who it is and the evidence is there publically 😂. anyway, i am SO sorry this took so long. finals decided to ACTUALLY kill me this semester. but regardless, i hope you enjoy!! I decidedly enjoyed my comfort a lot this time around, but the angst HURTTT to write. my poor azris brain needed them to hug.

TW: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE/VIOLENCE (Azriel's half-brothers are stinky)

{ original prompt list } - { ao3 link }

{ Part 1 } { Part 2 }

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Azriel shivered as the cold of the cellar-made-prison made it into his skin. He’d just barely made it back from his hour with his mother. His hour in warm sunshine. And now? Now he was stuck back in the equivalent of hell. The shadows around him seemed to curl over his shoulders. There was one very dim light source from outside the prison door, but that was all. Azriel lived in the dark, so he’d made friends with it.

His wings ached behind him as he tried to lift them to set them against a more comfortable area of the cold rock.

Well… until he heard stomping coming down the stairs into the cellar. “Oh Azzie~” One of his half-brothers purred. Onyx.

He flinched at the voice as the second one continued, “We have something for you!” Calix.

His two half-brothers came through the door, smirks on their faces. They had a few things in their hands: rope, a container of something, and a flint & steel. “We have something for you,” Onyx repeated with a smirk, his wings mantled behind him in clear confidence. “Won’t you help us?”

Azriel eyed them hesitantly.

“Out,” Calix growled, grabbing the scrap of clothing he had on to drag him to the center of the room.

Azriel yelped and he landed harshly on his knees, reopening the wounds they’d caused last time they came down here to “give him something.” He could already feel the warm blood seeping through his tattered clothing again.

“Hands out,” Onyx purred.

Azriel flinched as Calix shoved his head to the side, but obeyed hesitantly. If he didn’t, they would grab his “father” and Azriel spoke from experience when he said that was not a good idea. He had so many scars already. Not like anyone saw them though since he was always in the dark.

The rope was wrapped around his wrists and Calix kept him sitting upright. Onyx hummed, grinning evilly.

“What- what are you going to do?” He asked hesitantly.

“Well…” Onyx mused. “I think we’re entitled to know how slowly we heal from burns since the Autumn Court is becoming more unruly. I think it’s only right that we know, after all. Don’t you agree, Azzie?”

Shit, he swore silently. “No… no, you can’t!” He protested. Onyx only laughed as he tried to struggle against Calix who was much too strong to break away from.

The container they brought was opened and he soon discovered it was oil. They poured it over his hands.

“Don’t worry. It’ll only be your hands,” Onyx said. “And don’t fucking scream.”

Onyx picked up the flint & steel and his eyes went wide in realization. Far too slowly.

The flame was set alight and he began screaming at the pain.

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“Azriel!” A voice shouted as he awoke with a start. He rolled out of bed, wings flaring behind him. Where was he? His hands hurt. Didn’t that already happen though? Or were his half-brothers back and he never truly escaped them?

“Azriel,” The voice repeated and he finally turned to see who was making it. Eris.

He took a breath at last, clenching his hands as much as he could as he panted for breath.

Eris lit a flame in his hand and Azriel flinched hard, practically falling over again.

Eris’s eyes went wide and he doused the fire, instead using his magic to light the faelights.

“Az,” he breathed, worry on his face.

“Eris,” He whined, pulling his wings tight and putting his hands into his armpits in a vain attempt at easing whatever pain they were in. He thought he was healed. Wasn’t he? Or was it just residue pain from the nightmare?

Eris slowly got off the bed on the other side, coming around hesitantly. Even his mate was panting.

But Azriel needed something to ground him. He moved forward quickly and even if Eris took a step back, he wrapped his arms around his mate quickly, trying to reorient his mind.

“Az,” Eris whispered quietly, and hesitantly wrapped Azriel in his arms. His voice was shaky, but he commanded gently, “Breathe for me.”

Azriel tried and failed, practically collapsing. Eris gently moved them both to the bed, holding Azriel tightly while Azriel practically clung.

“In with me, Az. Come on,” Eris directed, taking a deep breath in. Azriel forced his body to obey, eyes screwed shut as a few tears slipped out. Why did his hands hurt?

“Hold it, baby,” Eris whispered. “And out slowly. You’re here, Az. In the Auutmn Court in our bedroom.”

Azriel struggled to breathe for a good fifteen minutes or so more before he finally just found himself slumping against Eris in relief once he felt as if he was back in control. His hands didn’t ache anymore at least.

“It was my half-brothers,” He murmured raggedly.

Eris didn’t say anything for a moment. “Are you okay now?” He asked quietly.

“More or less,” Azriel mumbled. “Sorry for scaring you.”

“You didn’t,” Eris murmured. “I thought I did with my fire.”

Azriel shrugged. “It’s not your fault,” He finally settled on and nuzzled closer. “I’d prefer you and your fire over you not being here.”

Eris hummed. “Are you sure none of it was about me… burning you?”

“Eris, I told you,” Azriel said, huffing slightly as he sat up. “I don’t blame you. You never meant to hurt me. You would never hurt me. My half-brothers on the other hand?” He chuckled, rolling his eyes slightly. “They’d have preferred me dead.”

Eris clutched him tighter at that, a small growl coming out. “I would happily hunt them down,” Eris growled.

Azriel chuckled slightly, holding his mate as well. His hands pulsed once and he huffed. “My hands are tight again,” he mumbled in annoyance.

Eris pulled back, clearly unimpressed that it wasn’t the first thing Azriel considered important to tell him. “Let me get the lotion,” He said.

“No. I don’t you to get up. Use your magic,” Azriel mumbled. His shadows came curling around his arms, wrapping around his hands again, providing a cool sensation that eased something tight in his chest.

Eris chuckled. “Let’s reposition first,” he mumbled. “I’ll still hold you close,” the male promised.

Azriel huffed, but got up hesitantly. Eris moved to the back of the bed, sitting up against the pillows. Eris then directed him to lay down with his wings sprawled out to either side of Eris. Eris was peaking over his shoulder and summoned the lotion with a brief flash of flame. Azriel didn’t flinch this time, but he could feel Eris holding him tighter anyway.

“Give me your hands,” Eris directed once he had the lotion in his hands.

Azriel sighed and obeyed, forcing himself to relax against his mate as Eris went through the familiar movements of forcing the muscles in his hands to relax and using the lotion to help the skin loosen. He’d never regain full function, but he had regained enough.

Azriel closed his eyes, humming contentedly as Eris concluded the lotion. “Better?” His mate rumbled.

He nodded. “Better,” He agreed. “They don’t hurt anymore,” he said as he flexed his hands slightly.

“Good,” Eris said, smiling softly. Then his mate went oddly quiet and tensed a little.

Azriel sighed and turned around in his mate’s grip so he was laying on his stomach. “You’re thinking too hard,” he mumbled tiredly. “Stop it.” He poked Eris in his stomach.

His mate scoffed, chuckling softly. “I’m alright, Az.”

“No, I know by now how to identify your sad puppy look,” Azriel mumbled, muffled slightly as he pressed his face into his mate’s chest, seeking the warmth, comfort and grounding it provided.

Eris scoffed. “My sad puppy look?” He repeated incredulously. “What look is that?”

“You look all mopey like Rue when you tell him off for being a nutcase,” Azriel explained, yawning right after.

Eris chuckled. “I can assure you I look nothing like Rue after he decides the farmer’s chicken coop is his house now.”

Azriel chuckled at the memory. “Why do you have the sad puppy look then?” He insisted with a chuckle.

Eris sighed. “You flinched when I tried to light up the room.”

“I’m alright, Eris,” Azriel murmured. “That flinch wasn’t your fault.”

“There’s a reason those memories are being brought up,” Eris insisted.

“I don’t blame you, fireheart. Now stop being all guilty over something you were literally mind-controlled over. It is not your fault,” Azriel insisted, lifting his head enough to meet his mate’s eyes and show his sternness in the order.

Eris sighed and leaned forward to kiss him softly. “Okay,” Eris murmured. “I’ll try.”

Azriel grinned stupidly. “I am not going back to sleep, but you are now my warmer for the rest of the night,” the Illyrian declared.

Eris chuckled softly, running a hand through Azriel’s hair. “I wouldn’t expect anything different, love,” He replied.

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no, icey did not edit this. do they care? not really. hope you enjoyed!

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rainbowsky · 4 months ago

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Anonymous asked:

Hey rainbowsky I hope you are doing well love you account, I saw this on Twitter about wyb following an account on weibo that slanders xz and few other celebrities. I'm not on weibo personally and I was wondering if its true . Forgive my not so perfect grammar English ain't my first language

Hi, Anon. Thanks so much, I'm glad you're enjoying my blog! ☺️

Your English is fine! It doesn't have to be perfect anyway, people. Even people who grew up with English as their first language sometimes struggle with how to express things. I'm not going to be grading anyone's messages. 😘

Regarding this issue, I want to remind everyone that following and reading what antis say anywhere is never a good idea. Their only purpose in life is to hate, and you should just edit that all the way out of your life. Block, ignore, and report when appropriate.

For background, there are some haters out there claiming that he followed a moto account that is a notorious cyberbully who slanders many celebrities.

I happen to be very intimately aware of who DD follows on Weibo, because I did a comprehensive post about it a while back. I know all of the patterns of who he tends to follow and their relationship to him.

DD absolutely does not follow any fan accounts, and never has. He does not follow the account in question.

The claim is that he followed this person and then quickly unfollowed them. I think that anyone with two brain cells to rub together can tell that is obviously an accidental follow. We have all done it at some point in our lives (and for some reason it only seems to happen with accounts we absolutely would not want to be associated with!).

If you've ever used the Weibo app, the follow button is a few millimeters away from the phone's back button, and it would be easy to accidentally follow somebody when you meant to go back to the previous page. Especially if you have huge hands like his.

Why would he be looking at the page of an anti? Probably for the same reason you were, Anon. Everyone has a morbid human curiosity about anti material for some reason, and they spend entirely too much time looking at it.

It's possible that he saw a hate comment about his husband and he wanted to see if it was someone claiming to be his fan. It's possible he saw something said 'in his name' that he didn't agree with. It's possible somebody mentioned that account as potentially in the next crop of people being sued. We will never know.

What we do know is that if he ever did follow them (and screen caps can be faked very easily, so I'm not even sure that's true), he doesn't follow them now.

Edit: apparently the supposed DD account wasn't him, it was faked. All the more reason to ignore this kind of BS.

These are the kinds of things that people can waste time hand-wringing over, when they are absolutely inconsequential.

The reality is that the people angrily spreading this story about him are just as horrible as the person they are claiming he followed. That is the irony of all of this. They are the exact same sort of person. They say and do all of the same horrible things as that account does.

The other irony is that all of this is happening on xitter - a platform no decent human being should still be participating in.

Anyone still on there is participating in a Neo-Nazi platform, and further legitimizing and lining the pockets of the richest, most corrupt dirtbag on the planet, who is right now actively engaged in an illegal, racist, anti-queer, anti-disabled, anti-kindness, self-serving fascist dismantling of the US democratic systems of government. That should be more worrying to you than this ridiculous story.

The fact that there are so many high profile turtles who still participate there is an ongoing source of deep embarrassment and shame for the fandom.

Why not leave that hateful platform to the antis and move over to BlueSky, which has all of the features needed and none of the baggage? Most of those turtles already have a presence on there, they just don't actually use their accounts. They need to find the moral courage to lead everybody to greener pastures.

#antis go home #twitter is a cesspool #ask

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finniestoncrane · 2 months ago

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Sherrif Finnie! Unsure if you'll take anonymous outlaws but I am here to turn myself in! I'm a 5'6" lady, demisexual, 30s, chubby, cat mom, lover of all things DC and comic books in general. I'm really into horror media especially monsters, gardening, reading and writing, and video games. Friends refer to me as the mom friend and I love kids, which is why it's super weird I'm a criminal but the heart wants what the heart wants, two outlaws in love and on the run. Apparently I'm witty which usually shows up as sarcasm, though normally I'm incredibly shy and quiet until I'm comfortable which is why I'm hiding behind anon. Been told I'm smart but I'm very forgetful, blame the ADHD. I'm introverted and claustrophobic. I feel awkward listing nice things about myself so I'll leave it there.

Turned myself in because I love your writing and every time I see you post something I get all excited even if I don't know the Fandom since I know everything will be scrumptious quality. Congrats on the 3k followers! I hope I did this right lmao

Bane x Anon a/n: anon! absolutely i'll take anonymous outlaws hehehe, i'm picturing you coming in with a bandana on your face lol and thank you so much, you are so sweet and i appreciate it so much!! ;-; main event post • event masterlist • tag: finnie3k • main masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞

I know your partner! He's on our wanted list, see? Bounty poster right there on the wall! Bane!! The big guy, almost impossible to take down unless you've got a team of twenty men!

I've heard all about you two, almost the kind of story you'd read in those terrible 'outlaw' propoganda pieces. Not quite love at first sight, for you any way, but the longer you spent together, the more entwined you became (romantically and criminally).

At least you two can say you never hurt any innocent kids. Quite the opposite in fact. You've both been reported on separate occasions as putting yourself in danger of being caught to make sure any children around are safe. Morals, huh? That won't save you! I don't care how many people come in here telling me that both of you have helped them out of a rough patch when you came across them in need, you're still getting locked up!

Makes sense that you'd choose him, as monstrous as he is. We can't remember the last time we saw anything as big as him come through town. Scared a lot of our men. You got a preference for something big, bad and scary I reckon. God only knows what kind of herbs or mushrooms or snake oil that man has been ingesting, but he is terrifying.

And I see you've both been noted as being kinda forgetful, hitting the same places twice? According to him, it's the effect of whatever he's taking. Smart enough that he figured out the identity of that bastard vigilante out there, but his brain is deterorating faster than he learns. Your excuse? Scatterbrain? I can see why you're so perfect together then. The two of you complement each other. He's loud and brash and unafraid to speak out, you're quiet, unnassuming, planning and scheming. No doubt you're both intelligent though, if only you could remember to stay away from banks where the security is already heightened.

Interesting note here: you two seem to prefer the wide open spaces of the plains. Camping out under the stars? Romantic, I suppose. We'll make sure to give you a big cell, that way the two of you have plenty of room. Consider it a gift for handing yourself in.

Enjoy your stay here at the county jail, we'll be bringing your partner in just as soon as we have handcuffs big enough for him!

#finnie3k #it's a bane heavy day lmao because the bane post is coming out next!!#he really was just perfect for you anon!!

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jadegrey711 · 1 day ago

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Okay how about some Wally smut buuttt

Like imagine this is to the time all ghosts are alive just so it makes more sense. Like reader is either Charley or Rhonda’s younger sibling and has a huge crush on Wally but like Charley or Rhonda who ever told Wally to like keep his fingers off because reader was a virgin and Wally was a hungry jock. And ofc he tried to get reader to fuck hun

So like virginity taking and dom wally ? Please?

A/N: Ask and you shall recieve dear anon. This one turned out LOONNGG, so strap yourselves in everyone! I worked very hard on this one hopefully our dear Wally Clark is dom enough for you Anon!

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You were chatting with your friend, when you heard the sound of his arm hitting the locker, making you jump slightly before turning around.

"Well well if it isn't my favorite Rosen sister."

"Hi Wally." You said, quickly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Fuck Wally loved when you did that kind of shit. Acting so shy and demure. He wanted nothing more than to see if this little innocent act you put on was real. And if it was? Oh fuck there's nothing more he'd like to do than to make you as filthy as he was.

"How are you today, Peaches?" He asked with a grin plastered to his face. "Didn't miss me too much did ya?"

You let out a small giggle. "Why would I miss you? We just saw it each other during third period?"

"Yeah but now it's after lunch. That's a long time without seeing your pretty face." He started to reach out but stopped himself from touching you just as Rhonda rounded the corner.

"Clark." She said curtly. "Don't you have some where better to be? I'm sure the other jocks miss you, since you all share the same brain cell."

"Rhonda. That's not very nice." You whispered looking back at Wally who took it in stride.

Wally gave a flourished bow, making you grin. "Thank you Rhonda for thinking I have a brain cell. It's by far the best compliment I've gotten from you."

Rhonda's lip curled before she gave a tight smile. "Guess I'm going to have to think of something more insulting the next time we meet." Rhonda said in a chipper voice. "And stay away from my sister, Clark." She said with finality as she looped her arm with yours before pulling you away.

"As you wish Rosen. See you in third period, Peaches."

You turned back towards Wally and gave him another one of your shy smiles, before rounding the corner with Rhonda.

...

"Why are you always so mean to him, Rhonda?"

"Because guys like that are trouble with a capital "T". He’s literally gone through all the girls in our year. And I don’t want to see you get hurt by him.”

“Why would you think he’d hurt me?”

“Because there’s only one thing that that boy wants and you’re likely to get a disease giving it to him.” She said with a disgusted sniff.

“He can’t be that bad.” You said softly.

“He is. So, please.” Rhonda said pulling you aside, putting her hands on your arms as an added emphasis that she was dead serious about this. “Can you promise me that you’re not going to talk to him anymore?”

You let out a snort. “Rhonda, I'm only a year younger than you and you can’t tell me what to do. Especially not who to talk to. Wally is a harmless flirt and I don't plan on doing anything with him or to him anytime soon. Okay? Happy?”

Rhonda let out a sigh. “No. I’d be happier if you said “I'll never go near him again, Rhonda.” like I wanted you too. But, you’re truly my sister and stubborn like an ox. So I won’t press it and hope that the chance of getting a venereal disease is enough of a deterrent.”

“It is. And thank you for being such a protective sister.” You said kissing her cheek and walking off. “Now get to class, Berkeley doesn’t like slackers!” You shouted as you walked away from Rhonda. Feeling your heart race as you did, knowing that you just completely lied to your sister. You had no plans to stay away from Wally in fact; they were the complete opposite.

You were always the good girl, your sister was the badass that was getting into Berkely and while you were equally capable. You were always labeled just as the goody two shoes, the sweet angel sister. But Wally, Wally didn’t look at you like that. Wally looked at you like he could see into your mind and see all of the dark and sensual thoughts that were swirling around in there. He looked at you like he wanted to help you achieve each and every one of those sensual thoughts and bring them to life. And maybe… you just might let him.

Wally walked into his friend’s house not surprised he was having another Saturday night rager with his parents gone again for the weekend. But what did surprise Wally was watching you walk in with your friends twenty minutes later. Wally sipped his beer in silence and wondered what you were doing here. You never came to these types of parties, occasionally he’d see Rhonda here, letting loose with the rest of the academic overachievers; but never you. Wally watched you make your way around the party, obviously slightly uncomfortable as you met different people your friends introduced you to, but Wally’s curiosity really peaked when he watched you take the first tequila shot.

Now that was something he’d really never seen you do and Wally smiled as he watched your face screw up in disgust after you swallowed the first shot.

He felt like a predator as he watched you, his cute little bunny having fun and letting loose more than he’d ever seen you do. He was intrigued and wondered what spurred this new desire to take shots at a highschool party. Wally didn’t know but he was having fun watching you take a few more shots and watched as you became more and more comfortable in your surroundings, chatting more animatedly with random people and after the fourth shot, that’s when you finally spotted him watching you.

He licked his lips, as he watched your eyes widened before quickly looking away from him. Wally knew the time for watching was over and put down his empty cup and walked over to you.

“Going a bit fast there huh Peaches?”

You swiveled your head towards Wally’s direction and immediately regretted that as your brain took five whole business days to catch up with your head, making your vision spin.

“Oh god.” You said, grabbing hold of Wally’s jacket. His arms immediately wrapped around you keeping you close.

“Yeah I think you’ve had plenty of fun to last the rest of the semester, Peaches. Come on.” He said gruffly and brought you over to the kitchen where less people were hanging around and suddenly lifted you up and placed you so you were sitting on the counter top.

You let out a sigh as you grabbed your head.

“Here.” Wally said, handing you a cup.

“I really shouldn’t mix drinks Wally.” You said your cheeks feeling hot.

Wally chuckled. “No you shouldn’t, Peaches. That’s water.” He gestured to the cup.

“Oh! Thank you.” You said feeling your cheeks go even hotter at your embarrassment, before taking the cup from his hand.

“So, what brings you out tonight?”

“It’s a party.”

“I know that, I just didn't think you knew what those were.”

“I just don't usually have fun at these kinds of events, everyone is always drinking and I usually don’t. So I get bored and I just think it's better not going to one of these.” You said honestly.

“So, what made you decide to come now and what got in your pretty little head to decide to do all those tequila shots?”

“I thought.” you paused.

“You thought what?”

You bit down on your bottom lip. Trying to determine if the tequila was truly working its magic, giving you the courage to do what you came here to do. “ I thought if I’d have a few shots I’d finally have the courage to do what I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”

“And what’s that Peaches?” He whispered leaning closer to you.

“This.” You whispered back and pressed your lips to Wally’s. He felt soft under your lips and you heard Wally let out a little gasp but he didn't pull away from you. You let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you closer to his body, til you were on the edge of the counter top.

Wally deepened the kiss and you let out a little squeak at the feel of his tongue slipping in with yours. As his danced with yours in a fight of dominance you melted against Wally.

“Damn Clark! Let the girl breathe”. Someone called out and you pulled away from Wally and his demanding kisses, much to Wally’s chagrin.

“Fuck off Matthews.” Wally said gruffly.

You looked from the heckler back to Wally. Feeling your cheeks heat at the fact that you had just kissed Wally.

“I’m sorry.” You said, about to hop off the counter, but Wally gently placed his hands on your arms and kept you in place.

“Nothing to be sorry about Peaches. But what spurred this on?”

“I've liked you for a really long time Wally and I was hoping tonight that kiss might lead to something more.”

Wally looked around and then back at you. There was no way he could believe what he was hearing right now. “Peaches. Are you?”

“I want to have sex with you Wally.” You blurted out, before biting down on your bottom lip. You can’t believe you just said that.

“Peaches…” He said softly. “I don’t think you really want that, that might just be the liquor talking.” He said reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“It's not the tequila Wally besides. I'm just tipsy, I’m not drunk.”

“Still Peaches. I don’t think you want to be making this kind of decision lightly, and especially shouldn’t be making it when you’re “tipsy, not drunk”” He mimicked you and chuckled, his fingers finding your cheek.

“I’m not taking anything lightly!” You said frustratedly. “I’m tired of being scared of the things I want.” You said reaching your hand up to his face, but then pulling away; like you burned your hand.

“Peaches. I want you too.” He said slowly letting the words fall from his lips.

“You do?” You said surprised, looking up into his large brown eyes.

He nodded, then reached for your face again, his thumb tracing your lips before pulling it down. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. “I’ve wanted you for a while, Peaches. I just didn’t think you’d like someone like me.”

“Someone like you?”

He chuckled. “Some might call me a dog.”

“My sister?” With that the both of you started laughing and Wally nodded. “Your sister most of all.”

“But you want me despite that?”

Wally chuckled again. “Yeah Peaches. I want you so bad.” He let out a sigh, taking in the sight of your lips, your cheeks, your eyes. “But I’m afraid that I won’t be able to let you go if I get you into bed with me.”

“I - I don’t have a problem with that.”

Wally smirked. “Oh Peaches, I really don’t think you understand the trouble you’re putting yourself into.” He said, gently pushing open your legs so he can stand between them. His hands felt like molten lava as they ran up and down your arms, sending a flurry of sparks throughout your body at the small touch.

You didn’t know what got into you as you replied. “W-why don’t you show me?” You gulped.

Wally’s eyes met yours in a flash. He held your gaze assessing if you truly meant what you said. He watched as you bit your lip and reached out and pulled your bottom lip away from your teeth with his thumb. Then replaced his thumb with his lips. He was soft in his kiss, taking his time to open you up to him, but he really didn’t need to; you were already putty in his hands.

He groaned against your lips, his tongue just barely touching yours as your lips pressed into each other. “Oh, Peaches.” He whispered against your lips. “You’re in trouble.”

You felt a shudder rack down your body at his words and watched as he backed away from the countertop and grabbed your waist, carefully putting you down on your feet. He grabbed your hand and led you through the party, it was like everything around you was a blur except for Wally. You felt your heart racing like it was going to burst out of your chest.

You followed Wally upstairs, and down the hall into a bedroom you didn’t recognize and when he shut the door it was like he was shutting out the whole world with it.

As you stood in the center of a room you didn’t know, you took in the sight of Wally standing by the door and you got the sensation of being prey watched by the predator. You nervously rung your hands, and had the strangest sensation to start laughing.

Much to your horror a small giggle escaped your lips, earning a smile from Wally as he walked over to you.

“What’s so funny, Peaches?” He asked, his hand finding its way up to your face again, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Are you thinking of backing out? ‘Cuz we can stop at any time.” He said softly, leaning down and placing a kiss to the spot right under your ear. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.

“N-No, I don’t want to back out, it's just nerves.”

“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to, Peaches.” He repeated, as he kissed the other side of your neck.

“That feels nice.” You whispered, and Wally chuckled.

“That’s just a taste, Peaches.” He purred, his hands doing that thing again where he ran them up and down your arms, before he pulled you into your body and pressed a kiss to your lips. You met his lips eagerly, and hesitantly started reaching up to his neck, but backed down. Wally wasn’t going to have any of that; he’s waited long enough to have your hands on him. He reached for your hands and placed them around his neck.

“This what you want, Peaches? You wanna touch me?”

You nodded, eagerly plunging your fingers into his soft hair as he started kissing you again.

“You can touch me anywhere, Peaches, just say the word. This is about you more than it’s about me.” Wally pulled you in close and while he was still kissing you bent down and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and guiding the two of you to the bed. He sat down with you still in his lap. You pulled away from him for a moment, to look into those gorgeous brown eyes, seeing that they were more of a gold color now. You reached out and traced the tip of his nose, your finger running down to his lips, already swollen from your kisses; doing the same thing he did to you.

“You’re beautiful Wally.” You smiled and he answered by pressing his lips back to yours.

Wally’s touches started getting heavier and his kisses sloppier and in this position you could feel how hard he was for you. You let out a little gasp as his hands snuck to your ass and grabbed a fistful of you, before moving your hips to meet against his.

“Wally!” You gasped out.

“Shh. It’s okay Peaches. Just let me make you feel good.” He said before rocking your hips against his core again, the seam of your jeans hitting just the right spot, causing heat to pool in your core and for you to moan. “That’s it, Peach. Just let it roll over you.” He purred as his movements became more frequent and surprisingly you started to feel something building in the base of your belly.

“Wally.” You gasped out. “I should probably tell you.” You moaned against his lips. “I-I’ve never-”

“That’s okay, that’s okay.” He said repeatedly, completely drunk off of you. “Let me do the work. Let me make you feel good, Peach.” He moans, grinding your sex against his and you feel your orgasm build higher in the base of your stomach.

“Fuck Wally.” You moaned.

“Chase it Peach.” he moaned, as you grabbed fistfuls of his hair and yanked as you felt your orgasm build and finally crash over the edge.

“Fuck!” You screamed, your head falling into the crook of Wally’s neck, feeling his chest rise and fall under your hands; you barely even registered the feeling of Wally’s fingers undoing your jeans and sliding his hands inside your underwear. You gasped in surprise.

“Too much, Peach?” He chuckled, his thumb circling your clit, making your eyes roll. “I’ve gotta get you all warmed up for me. I know she needs a lot of attention.”

“Wally.” You breathed out, barely able to get his name out with how overstimulated you were becoming. Feeling surprised at that hot sensation in the base of your belly growing again.

His large fingers slipped deeper into your heat, you let out a wince as Wally tried to push in two of his fingers but he scaled it down to one. “I’ve waited so long for this Peaches, I'll take as long as you need. Get you so fucking wet for me tonight. You’ll never have enough after me. Do you understand?”

You nodded. As Wally pulled your shirt up and over your head, and worked to undo the clasp of your bra as well. When he achieved his goal he took a moment to take in your breasts.

“Fuck me.” He whispered.

You felt your cheeks flush and your hands moved to cover yourself, but Wally was much quicker.

“Oh dont you fucking dare.” he growled. “These are mine now.” He said reaching for you he clasped both of your hands and with one of his kept them behind your back, arching your breasts out to his eager eyes. “Much better.” He purred. His large thumb circling your nipple earning a low moan from you. Before he replaced his hand with his mouth earning a sharp gasp from you.

“Wally!”

“This is just a taste, Peaches. In a minute after I suck these pretty little nipples I'm going to see just how sweet you taste.” His hand went back to the back of your undone jeans. Gripling your hip and knocking you against him again, feeling how hard he was for you.

“Fuck Peaches, I could do this all night. Just sucking these pretty nipples keeping them nice and hard for me while you dry hump my lap.”

“Wally please!” You whined, trying to move your hips faster against his clothed cock.

“Please what Peaches? What did you want me to do to you?” He smirked, as his tongue rolled around your nipple, keeping his eyes on yours.

“Fuck me.” You begged.

“Nuh Uh uh. Not yet. There's so much more fun to be had. But I will soon, Peaches. I’ll fill you up so good that you’ll be dripping me for days and then I’m gonna come over to your house every night and fuck you til your sweet pussy drips just at the sight of me.” He pulled away from your nipples, letting go of your wrists and grabbed your hips again and in a moment he had you flipped onto his bed and started pulling down your pants.

“Wally, what are you doing now?” you gasped.

“I'm going to eat you up Peaches and taste just how sweet you are. By the time I’m done with my meal you’ll be ready for me to fuck you.”

Wally took his time pulling off your jeans, kissing down your body as he pulled. Leaving you a squirming mess under him.

“Stay still honey. Or else I'm going to have to tie you up to this bed and then I won't fuck you for hours. Now be a good girl and spread those pretty legs for me.”

Wally kept eye contact with you as you spread your legs for him and he nestled himself in between your legs. His broad shoulders keeping you open and exposed for him.

“Oh, Peaches.” he praised running his two fingers down your folds, seeing how wet and sticky you were for him. Your eyes widened as Wally popped his fingers in his mouth and hummed. “Just as I thought, sweet as peaches.” He smiled like the cat that caught the canary. “I’m going to make this so good for you Peaches.”

Wally grabbed your legs, bringing them around his back, opening you wider for him; before he leaned down to your pussy, keeping eye contact with you as he did. He extended his tongue out and you watched as he licked up your pussy; earning high keen from you.

His thumb came up and pulled the hood of your clit back so he could suck on it and it had you nearly jumping off the bed.

“What did I say? I'll tie you up, Peach. I mean it. Now let a man enjoy his dessert.” Wally hummed against your pussy earning another low moan from you as Wally added a finger into the mix.

“Don't fight it. I know she's sensitive right now. And that’s not about to change.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your thighs, to keep your pussy close to his face and then he really went to town. He devoured you in every sense of the way, his tongue alternated between flicking your clit, lavishing your pussy with long languid licks and even added it to where his finger was pumping slowly inside of you.

“Fuck Wally!” You said turning your head left and right, undecided about whether you needed to get away from him or couldn’t get enough.

“Put your hands in my hair, Peaches.” He ordered and you did. You ran your hands through his hair, gripping harshly as he found a particular spot that had you keening. He moaned, “That’s it. Pull my hair.” He groaned and you noticed he was moving against the bed.

“Wally? What are you doing?” You asked, curiosity coming to the forefront of your mind for just a moment.

Wally chuckled against you and hummed again, sending another lightning bolt of pleasure through you again. “I get pleasure from eating you, Peach, but I also like a little added pleasure, so I hump the bed a bit.”

“Oh!”

“Don’t worry Peach, I’ll still be hard and ready for you by the time I’m done with my meal. There’s so much I’ll teach you, Peach.” He moaned into you, and added another finger into you, this time with ease.

“Oh Wally!”

“That’s it Peach, don't fight it. Cum on my face.” He growled, picking up the pace of his fingers. And with another suck on your clit, you did; you came all over that pretty boy’s face. Wally held down your stomach as you lifted off the bed as he ate you through your orgasm.

“Fuck wally fuck!” You screamed, thrashing trying to get away from him but it was no use you wanted Wall and now you had him but it felt more like Wally had you right where he wanted you.

Wally let out a chuckle as he pulled away from you, seeing the fucked out look on your face. He placed another kiss to your clit and earned a low hiss from you. “That will not be the last time I have you like that, understand, Peach?”

You tried to summon the energy to nod and Wally laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips and you tasted yourself on his lips.

“You think you’re ready for me Peach? Or do you need another session with my tongue?” He smiled. You tried to gain as much energy as you could to wrap your arms around Wally’s neck.

“I need you, Wally.” You said, your voice coming out whiny.

“Alright, Peach. You’ll have me. You’ve been so good for me.” He purred, kissing your temple and reaching beside you the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He was effortless as he ripped the wrapper with his teeth, and began to pull down his pants.

You sat up in bed and watched as he kicked off his pants and began to roll the condom over his length. “You like what you see, Peach?”

You bit your lip and nodded.

Wally smiled. “Maybe next time you can suck me off huh, Peach?” Your eyes widened at that and you felt your body flush all over again as you imagined, Wally above you panting and gripping your hair as you tried to suck him off.

Wally bit his lip. “Oh yeah we are definitely trying that another time. But for right now.” he leaned down and kissed your body. “ Are you ready for me Peach?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Good girl. Now wrap your legs around me, Peach.” He helped wrap your legs around his waist, keeping you open and even though he had just made you cum at least two times already this felt more intimate than anything you had already done.

You let out a groan as you felt Wally’s length slide against your pussy, the head of his cock bumping against your clit, making you gasp. You watched as he covered his cock in your release before notching himself at your entrance.

“Are you ready for me Peach?” He said teasingly as he pushed himself in just a bit before pulling himself out again.

You nodded eagerly. “That's my girl. Now again. We can stop anytime you want. Okay?” He breathed out, his forehead pressing against yours.

You nodded again, wrapping your arms around his neck to brace yourself for the intrusion. You and Wally both let out a groan together as he pushed himself deeper into you. You clawed at Wally's back as you felt yourself stretch to accommodate his cock.

“Wally.” You whined, as he stopped and let you adjust before pushing deeper.

“I know baby, but I know she can take it.” He purred, as he slid another inch deeper into you. Your nails clawed down Wally’s back as you felt yourself stretch to further accommodate him.

Wally chuckled. “My Peach has got claws. I like it, mark me up, baby ‘cuz I plan to do the same to you.” He said before he leaned down and started sucking on your neck, before finally he slid all the way into you.

You let out a high keen, your nails digging deeper into Wally’s back.

“Shh, shh.” He hushed. “See? I knew I’d fit. You were made just for me.” He moaned and started moving, his thrusts slow and precise. Before he started picking up the pace. “God, Peach, you're perfect. You feel so tight and warm my cock.”

“Wally.” You moaned out, the sensation of being so full was foreign but pleasant to you; especially when Wally reached between the two of you and started rubbing circles on your clit; sending lightning through your body.

“Still doing okay, Peach?” He asked, his eyes focused on yours like a hawk. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip as you felt that familiar feeling of your orgasm building in the base of your stomach again. “Words, Peach. I want to hear your words.”

“Yes Wally.”

“Does it feel good?” He purred, circling your clit as he slowed his pace down again.

“Yes Wally.” You repeated.

“Good. You’re taking me so well, Peach.” He praised, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “God, Peach, you're gripping me so tight.” He moaned. “I want you to cum one more time before I fill you up.” He growled in your ear, his fingers making quick work of you as he circled your clit faster; your orgasm growing and growing before it crashed over you.

“Wally!” You screamed, your back arching up from the bed as Wally held you close through the aftershocks of your third orgasm of the night.

“Good girl, Peach squeezed my cock with that pretty pussy.” He smirked, before he set his thrusts at a brutal pace, he barely let you calm down from your previous orgasm before he was building you back up to your final one of the night. “Peach.” he breathed. “Fuck.” He moaned, his forehead pressed against yours as his hips pistoned into you. “This may be your first time, but it won’t be your last time with me. Understand me Peach? You are mine. This pussy will come to crave me, just as much as I crave her, and maybe down the line you’ll actually let me fill you up.”

Wally’s words worked magic over you, as you gripped tighter onto him and felt yourself fall over the edge once more but this time Wally fell with you. “Fuck!” He moaned out, his hips stuttering and slowly slowing down until he stilled inside of you.

You felt your eyes roll back, as sleep threatened to overtake your exhausted body. Wally was careful as he slid out of you and disposed of the condom, before he got out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom.

You felt your eyes close for only a moment and then you woke to a cold sensation against your core as Wally carefully wiped you down. “Easy, Peach. She’s gonna be sore.” He chuckled before placing the cloth on the bedside table and climbing back into bed with you; pressing a kiss to your cheek as he wrapped you up in your arms. You let out a sigh, feeling yourself fall back into the arms of sleep; when suddenly a thought occurred to you.

“Wally.”

“Mmm. Yea Peach?” he hummed against your hair, his nose nuzzling you.

“This isn’t your room right?”

“No, Peach.”

“How did you know where to find the condoms?”

He chuckled. “Mark is a good friend of mine and I know where he keeps his things. Don’t worry though Peach, next time we’ll be in my bed, and you’ll have a hell of a lot harder time leaving it than you will this bed.”

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hello yoon! Wishing you a merry Christmas🎄

If you are not taking such asks I ask you to please ignore this with an apology……Buuut if f you are, could I please have some Kengan Ashura headcanons about Akoya Seishu with a dominant reader plsss?

I have this horrible issue where for when there’s and asshole character in a show(no minors ofc) they HAVE to get put in their place , this dude is soooo annoying but I LOVE HIS CHARACTER

happy 2025, from anon

we think alike anon. we share a mind and brain cells. also have a good 2025 as well! also I have new formats for everything 😀 tell me what yall think about this writing style

AKOYA WITH A DOMINANT S/O ✶⋆.˚

“they can easily destroy everything around them but they don’t. instead they destroy themselves.”

akoya is an ass and it’s prevalent everywhere and obviously because he is an ass, you’re gonna get the same treatment he gives to everyone; but there is something different about you.

HOWS -

how do you and akoya meet?

most likely in a fighting area. you have to be strong because no way someone puny (no offense) will be able to make akoya their bitch. you don’t necessarily have to be fighting him but you definitely fight him at least once because he was talking a bit too much shit for your liking.

if you didn't meet him in some type of fighting scene, you would have to be apart of the police force with a much more powerful role than his or some type of criminal that is, again, stronger than him. im gonna assume the first scenario for the entirety of this post.

how do you end up dating/marrying akoya?

you probably share some of the same ideals - not the fact that you should kill everyone that has done anything that you see ‘evil’, more of you believe that the world is a rotten place that innocent beings like kids or animals shouldn’t be living in. because of this, Akoya sees you as someone he can use to “cleanse the world”.

if you don’t share any of his ideals, you two probably got together from the fact that akoya got somewhat obsessive about you and your strength which lead to a very weird relationship.

how do you handle akoya’s rudeness towards others and yourself?

you don’t take it, duh. if akoya even THINKS of bad mouthing someone while your in the same air bubble, he’s gonna get a glare from you that will talk more than words. I feel like if both you and akoya have known each other for long enough, he’ll probably get the memo but if yall just met each other, after getting his ass handed to him he’ll behave.

how does akoya feel about you dominating him?

hates it but can’t really do anything about it. I mean, you could end him if you wanted to so he doesn’t push his luck. but, don’t think that he won’t try everything in his arsenal to weaken you. (secretly kind of likes it, only bcs you are arent a man and strong non-men are hot)

how is akoya coping with being someone's witch?

not taking it well. sometimes you see him training very hard to the point of bleeding and you don't make much of it but in truth he's training so hard because he aspires to get his dominance back.

DO/DOES -

do you like akoya’s presence?

most likely not. I mean, the guy drags bad energy towards him so he definitely isn’t a good person to be around and I think it’s even worse if yall are together since he is the embodiment of overprotective and manipulative; even if you are stronger and more dominant then him.

in your relationship with akoya, does he show you sides of him that most people don't see?

well yes, I mean, the way you met with him was when you were either fighting him or someone else so that means you definitely know about his obsession with justice and his underground fighting business.

do you degrade or make fun of akoya's weakness?

I wouldn't say you don't but at the same time, you kinda do. only when akoya wants to be prissy af that's when you will most likely make fun of he's weakness and stuff. i mean, the guy can't get the point that he's weak af compared to you.

do people notice your overwhelming strength over akoya?

i wouldn't think that people in the normal world would notice, mainly because i imagine that akoya is taller than you so its not ideal but people in the underground world would notice super quick. the way you stare at him, the way you sneer, and the way you roll your eyes tell you akk you need to know. it's lowkey kinda funny because people like lihito and okubo literally thank you for your work.

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because you are more stronger and therefore more dominant, your relationship with akoya is so much different and worser than normal relationships.

WHAT -

what do the two of you contribute to the relationship?

you: honestly protection. you are stronger than him but I mean protecting him from being caught after serving out "justice". you also provide your attention and support, something that unfortunately akoya can't do so you gotta substitute it with your own.

akoya: money because we know he def has STACKS, time because he is actively trying to manipulate you, and pleasure. I'm not gonna even continue with that, just know it's also because he is a very manipulative person.

what are the things that either of you do that irks the other off? icks?

you: the way he is obsessed with your strength and justice, his haircut, and him in general. not to mention that girl that he was with during the kat he is still with so he is actively cheating on you? sometimes he can be a sweetheart but that is EXTREMELY rare.

akoya: literally your strength. he hates and loves it. also the way you keep putting him in his place. also the way you sometimes are happy surprisingly. is an #official hater.

WHO -

who fell in love first?

akoya but it really isn't love, more like obsession.

who really wants the relationship to work out?

you would think that it's only you but it's also akoya but he never shows it. you both want this to work out but because of akoya and his weird tendencies, there isn't any hope.

who is worried about you being in a relationship with akoya?

might I say the whole kengan association. I mean the guy is truly a menace yall, everybody scared for you even though they know you will be fine.

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠.

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