#idk man when did we get so scared of failing!!

[birdmenmanga]

I think there's no greater indication that disco elysium is sympathetic towards communism when it literally says "communism is failure" and then the literal gameplay itself rewards trying and failing. The most obvious one being the Shivers check at the FELD mural, which is an Impossible 20 check BUT opens itself up again and again the longer you spend in the world doing things, but even just looking at sheer probabilities, for any given white check, rolling first and THEN putting a point into that skill upon failure is more likely to grant you success than putting a point first and then rolling, but that would require failing first.

Other things too: Precarious world saying you'll 100% fail red checks no matter what (not necessarily a bad thing, btw!! throwing the boule into the sea is a success but like. in some other ways one would want a perfect petanque throw instead. but people wouldn't typically assume that failure is desirable sometimes from the start) persuading you to accept that you'll fail some things that is irrevocable, for a world where everything is just a tiny bit easier.

The faux game over screen when you faint after reading Dora's letter— emulating a sense of failure on the scale of the entire game. When it rolls up most people go "What?? Game over?? No way, what did I do wrong!!" and waking up after that, with no huge or lasting impact on Harry's health or morale really tells the player, "Sometimes things will seem so bad that it all seems like it's coming to an end, but it's not the end, it's really not the end, go drink so water, you can still go on despite this failure"

I'm sure there are other things as well that are eluding me but like. The literal gameplay rewards failing and succeeding far more so than simply succeeding every single time, and I think you get a fuller experience of Elysium that way too

#just thinking thoughts... #disco elysium #idk man when did we get so scared of failing!! #people never want to speak in class because 'what if I'm wrong :(((' #well then you are wrong... that is okay... it's normal to fail... sometimes saying the wrong thing is a great way to jumpstart a topic... #'getting a good grade in X is both normal to want and possible to achieve' #okay sure but have you made peace with the fact that getting a BAD grade in X isn't a bad thing? #a bad grade in being friends... okay... so you didn't check up on someone in 3 months... you failed... that's fine... #you can learn from it!! you can learn how to keep in touch with people. how to take care of them when they're sick. #how to resolve a dispute. how to communicate and compromise. these are all things you are not born with #and will fail first before succeeding at #Like yes I get that in the age of surveillance your failures may be recorded and preserved forever and that's not great #but if we don't normalize failure I really think we'll just suffocate and die

[norrizzandpia]

Lando’s Biggest Fangirl (LN4)

Summary: It’s his girlfriend. Lando’s biggest fangirl is his girlfriend.

Warnings: language, sexual references???domestic lando 🧡🧡

Note: a filler while im super busy with school IM SORRY I COULDNT GET TO THE OSCAR CAUGHT IMAGINE TN BUT IT WILL HAPPEN TMRW I PROMISE. PROMISE.

y/nnn ass.

Comments:

Ln4andop81 BYE WHAT IS THIS

mclaren slumped

landonorris BABE.

- mclarensgirly idk why but this comment is so cute to me i love bf lando

landonorris everything about this post is so concerning

- y/nnn wdym? I think its perf

- landonorris first of all when did you take that of me and second of all THE CAPTION???

- y/nnn first of all i took it when you were sleeping thats obvi and second of all i like your ass. whats wrong with that?

- landonorris honestly? Nothing

f1fan2 i didnt know i needed this until rn

oscarpiastri your and lando’s relationship scares me sm

- landonorris TF??? WE DIDNT DO ANYTHING TO YOU.

- y/nnn PASTRY???? I was starting to like you too.

- oscarpiastri y/n i dont think thats the way you talk to someone who has that pic of your bf sweating after getting out of his race car.

- y/nnn oscar. this is not a playful matter. hand. them. over.

- mclarensgirly YO OSCAR LEAK THOSE IM BEGGING YOU

- landonorris WHY ARE PEOPLE TAKING PICS OF ME WITHOUT MY CONSENT.

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y/nnn finally got that pic from oscar. safe to say my boyfriend’s teammate is in love with him.

Comments:

mclarensgirly THANK YOU FOR DROPPING THIS 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

ln4andop81 YOU ARE A GOD SEND.

landonorris yeah but im in love with you ❤️

- oscarpiastri WDYM “yeah” IM NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU????

- y/nnn idk man this pic says something else

- mclarensgirly LANDOSCAR IRL???? AWWWW

- f1fan2 OMG THE SHIP IS SHIPPING 🤭🤭

- oscarpiastri NO.

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y/nnn FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. CHEWING ON THE WALLS. JUMPING UP AND DOWN. GIGGLING. SMACKING MY FIST AGAINST MY HEAD.

Comments:

landonorris WOW.

landonorris youve out done yourself with this caption

landonorris very vivid image of you absolutely going bonkers

- y/nnn thats the POINT hottie 😉😉

- mclarensgirly y/n calling him hottie lol shes just like us

oscarpiastri i want to block you

danielricciardo sometimes i wonder if ive followed the wrong account and this is just a 16 year old girl’s fan page

- y/nnn 16 year old me wouldve been feeling the same type of way as me now is.

- danielricciardo plz never say that again

- landonorris im so concerned

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y/nnn awww look at my baby he’s so cute and babygirl 🤭🤭

Comments:

mclarensgirly the versatility of this woman never fails to amaze me

landonorris the eyes never lie, chica

- y/nnn AWWWW CAUSE YOU WERE LOOKING AT ME IN THIS OMFG AWWWWWWWWWWW

- landonorris i can hear your giggling

- y/nnn im not surprised

mclaren our favorite couple (we are so glad we didn’t come across another violent post on your page) 🧡🧡🧡

- y/nnn dw we will be getting back to regular programming shortly <3

- mclaren take the phone away. landonorris

- landonorris im literally on the other side of the world idk how i can do that

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y/nnn BARK BARK 👹👹👹 GAHDAMN

Comments:

mclaren here we go again…

- y/nnn WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO??? SAY NOTHING??????

- mclaren YES.

- y/nnn WELL THATS NOT AN OPTION.

landonorris well the barking is new!

- y/nnn you say it like youre scared

- landonorris thats cause i am.

oscarpiastri bro

danielricciardo ngl he looks good here

- y/nnn THANK. YOU.

- landonorris thanks dan

- y/nnn SO YOU THANK HIM AND NOT ME????

- landonorris YOU BARKED AT ME.

- y/nnn ITS THE PROPER RESPONSE.

- landonorris NO BABY IT IS MOST DEFINITELY NOT.

- f1fan2 their relationship is my roman empire

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landonorris giving it a try: GAHDAMNNN BABY 🥵

Comments:

mclarensgirly WOWIEEEE SHE DOESNT GET ENOUGH RECOGNITION

F1fan2 she makes me question my sexuality.

Liked by landonorris

ln4andop81 mother of god almighty my jaw is on the floor

mclarensgirly thank you lando for blessing my eyes with this

ln4andop81 SHES SUCH A GREEK GODDESS

y/nnn see i dont like it when you do it 😟

- landonorris are you actually kidding me.

- y/nnn why cant you just leave me to my delusions in peace???

- landonorris bc they arent delusions im literally your boyfriend

- y/nnn YUM SAY IT AGAIN 😩😩😩

- landonorris omfg

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 x reader #mclaren #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagines #lando norris edit #lando norris smut #lando norris fanfiction #lando norris #lando norris x you

[fictioninmyblood]

I Meant That Shit

Summary: N’Jadaka gets tired of waiting for Y/N to forgive him and come home, so he decides to let Killmonger bring her back, kicking and screaming if necessary.

Warnings: 18+, noncon/con, smut, D/s themes, Entitled and pissed Erik being devious. Shouldthere be a warning for angst?

A/N: This was supposed to be short, but here we are. Enjoy my sexually starved thoughts.

A/N: Also, idk if this needs to be said, but I write for my demographic - black females. This has been my disclaimer/notice.

A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

After his reluctant rehabilitation, there weren't many things that brought out his killer instinct anymore. However, it seemed that lately, despite all the sparring, therapy, and meditation sessions, Erik couldn’t shake the urge to knock some sense into his girl Y/N. 

A few weeks prior when she told him she needed space and couldn’t stay in Wakanda and ignore her life anymore, he said some things. She took it the wrong way and told him they were over, as if.

When she first left, Erik was sure she’d break down and FaceTime him or use the kimoyo beads he taught her to use. She was always more vocal about missing him, so he just assumed she’d break down and restart their communication. Imagine his surprise when a whole two weeks rolled by without so much as a text, call, or video chat. He was desperate for anything from her, even a verbal lashing, but by the time a month came and went, he felt like a fiend going through withdrawal.

During week six, his excitement to finally lay his eyes on Y/N was quickly cut short when he realized she was still talking to his family even though he had been getting the silent treatment. That displeasing information lit him like a powder keg when he saw another man in Y/N’s background, getting dressed no less. T’Challa dragged him from Shuri’s lab ready to bust a gasket when his babygirl asked Shuri to go into a different room and his little cousin actually listened! His whole family was against him again it would seem.

When T’Challa got him back to his room, all he did was pace. It was ten full minutes of the king warily watching his cousin stew when M’Baku walked right into the line of fire as Erik turned to beat the shit out of his cousin. T’Challa easily dodged the current threat on his life as the giant grabbed Erik’s hands in one of his, quickly disarming him and making the pouting man even more enraged. 

“You all have been talking to her this whole time?” N’Jadaka roared.

“Just Shuri and I. She made us promise to let you figure it out for yourself, but you’ve been failing miserably cousin! Absolutely clueless!” T’Challa replied.

Erik struggled against M’Baku’s vice grip to no avail.

“No shit Sherlock. I’m gonna whoop yawls asses. M’Baku let me go.”

“Not until you promise to have a conversation with your mouth instead of your hands. I am not prepared to get involved in another war between you two.”

Erik took a few deep breaths. “Fine, I’m good.”

Once M’Baku was sure there would be no immediate violence he let go.

“You better start explaining real fucking soon T,” Erik spat, pointing an accusatory finger at T’Challa.

“Okay! Okay! Y/N is struggling to accept that you actually want her around long term!” T’Challa word-vomited.

If the prince wasn’t already enraged, the king and tribal chief would’ve laid out in hysterics at how N’Jadaka’s face screwed up. “How sway! How?!”

“From what Shuri has explained and I’ve gathered in my eavesdropping is that she thinks you only want to claim her without actually growing with her. Everything is on your terms, your way, in  your time. She’s been far more  patient than most would be with you so I can’t say she’s wrong.”

Erik jumped at T’Challa, scaring him and the big gorilla chief. “I oughta beat you up for keeping your mouth shut.”

“She and Shuri threatened me within an inch of my life and they scare me more than you. Besides, according to them, you can’t keep relying on us to figure out what’s going on in your relationship and I couldn’t find a valid disagreement.”

Erik nearly did slap T’Challa at the last sentiment.

“Aye aye!” M’Baku shouted, getting between the two yet again, “He is being truthful now. That counts eh? And if I may interject, I think you’re aiming your anger at the wrong person.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Erik said, deflating under the weight of that truth, “but his ass still bout to pay me back and I know just how.”

————-

A few hours later…

“You know, when I told you that you could pay me back with The Royal Talon Fighter, I didn’t expect you to tag along.”

“Who else was going to keep an eye on our Wakandan technology or keep you from murdering anyone in the vicinity of Y/N, especially any man?”

Erik rolled his eyes and huffed. “I guess.”

“Or Y/N from killing you for just showing up jealous despite being radio silent since long before she left Wakanda.”

“Alright alright! You made your point. Damn! Just drive the fancy metal.”

—

Erik was all confidence until the second they landed in Atlanta. Yeah, Killmonger was out for blood and was ready to bring their girl back kicking and screaming if necessary, but Erik N’Jadaka Stevens? He was a nervous fucking wreck.

T’Challa and M’Baku’s words really struck a nerve and he had nothing but time to stew over them on the ride to your family’s hometown ranch. Before he met you, Killmonger made all the decisions, kept him alive and ahead of the game, whatever game he was surviving at the moment. He lived like that for well over a decade when he met you, but you didn’t bat an eyelash at his swift mood swings, his bloodthirst, or his possessiveness, often putting him in place. You handled him with love and care, showing him how to become the softer version of himself without sacrificing your boundaries too much. He was quickly realizing that he sometimes pushed too hard, took too much, neglected your requirements. It was your stern patience, however, that was enough to allow you to become the first person to get him the person instead of him the killer to come out and communicate, interact, and live rather than survive. 

You did it for him a second time around when he came out of cryo too. He hadn’t told you anything about how he would go about his goals, opting just to disappear and execute so it was a surprise of a lifetime to wake up to your beautiful Y/E/C. After getting over his initial anger over you seeing the worst of him, you were the first person he responded to or let touch him during his recovery. Even going so far as not allowing the medical staff to redress his wounds if he was awake.

Only your touch soothed him, only your voice gave him peace. You made him less of a killing machine and more human again, made him want to address the tsunami of emotions and trauma that he lugged around. He didn’t want to jeopardize your willingness to be that for him but he recognized how you were always giving all you had just to receive an inch of progress from him. If that.

Unfortunately, all of his introspection and nervousness flew right out of the truck T’Challa had them in when he saw you walking up to your personal guesthouse with a man in tow. Killmonger immediately took the reins pushing him and his feelings down into the abyss, and leaping out of the car before T’Challa could come to a complete stop with his cousin calling after him.

“Y/N!” Killmonger shouted from the end of the long-ass driveway, rage evident in his voice.

Y/N was haphazardly trying to get her drunk cousin up the stairs while nervously dropping her keys when she heard Killmonger. She’s only encountered him a few times since meeting Erik, after the first time she brought him back to himself, he did his best to keep that part from her. It didn’t always work since any repressed feeling or issue the man had was poured into his alter ego, feeding his desire to be wild and untamed in his decision-making. So she knew he was out for blood with just the sound of her name.

She got the key in just as Killmonger got to the beginning of her walkway up to the house. As quickly as she could, she pulled her cousin in, slamming and locking the door in her partner’s face, leaving the beast to bang on her door and demand entrance.

“I’m not dealing with your bulldozing tactics Kill! You can come back when Erik is ready to face his fucking feelings and have an adult conversation!”

“If you know what’s good for you and that nigga in there, you better open this ghatdamn door Y/N!” He roared in response.

Y/N’s cousin couldn’t stop laughing, no matter how much she waved him off. Getting trashed 3 nights in a row after a bad breakup and crashing with his favorite cousin after hearing how she was hiding from both the world and the love of her life as well didn’t prepare him for seeing her so out of character. One second she was fleeing from the man, the next she was big and bad from behind a locked door in all her 5’5” glory. It was comical as hell to him.

“You know you look constipated when you cuss? Like that stick in your ass is fighting every syllable.” He said, immediately dying in another fit of laughter at his analogy.

“Who the fuck is that in there with you, Y/N, and don’t fucking lie!”

“The next man. Nice to meet you. You must be the ex.” her cousin shouted out in a drunken slur to Y/N’s horror.

Yeah, she knew she wasn’t in the wrong, and there was no reason to defend herself against this man, but she knew not to press certain buttons once Kill made an appearance. Her cousin, unfortunately, had no discernment to see that he had just pressed the biggest red button Kill had when it came to her.

Y/N watched the myriad of emotions that crossed Erik’s face through the peephole, praying to every ancestor and display of the creator she could think of that this man wasn’t going to go full psycho-killer on them both. The last thing she needed was him taking several steps back in his healing just to unnecessarily add another scar, maybe 2 with how pissed he looked. 

Y/N turned back to her cousin, ready to kill him for putting her in even hotter water, only to find that nigga was sleep, leaving Y/N to deal with the consequences on her own. 

As soon as she had that thought her ears piqued, taking in how silent it had gotten. All she could hear was the crunch of gravel as T’Challa finally pulled in and got out. When she peeked outside the peephole again, she was met with a confused T’Challa looking for Erik.

A chill ran up her spine and her blood ran cold as she slowly turned to her current worst fear; Killmonger pissed as hell, staring her down with a knife to her cousin’s throat.

“Give me one good reason not to paint your brand new carpet with this nigga’s blood Y/F/N then fuck you on the new color.”

Putting her hands up in a placating manner, Y/N slowly inched towards Kill, stopping when he dug the knife just slightly deeper, exposing a thin line of blood, as her cousin slept unawares.

Donning a submissive voice as if she was talking to a wild animal, “Erik, baby calm down.”

“Don’t baby calm down me! You out here giving other niggas what’s mine? Mine Y/N!”

“That’s not–”

“Don’t tell me that’s not what’s going on when you’ve been M.I.Fucking.A. for weeks! And the first thing I see both on video chat and in person is you with some random?! I’ll murder every nigga to ever touch you, keep tryna play me.”

“Nobody’s playing you Daka, look closer, you know him. I promise I haven’t been stepping out on you.” Y/N continued on, internally rolling her eyes at the toddler temper tantrum she had to placate this nigga out of. “My stupidly in love, trying to escape his own heartache, and loves drama when drunk cousin that you have met several times was just egging you on.”

Kill looked closer to the man’s face and released the filter of rage clouding his judgment, upon closer inspection he realized they’d met at several of the many family gatherings he’d attended with Y/N/N. Slowly easing the knife from her cousin’s throat, Erik struggled to fight back tears at his behavior. He was proving he wasn’t good enough for her, he hadn’t actually changed all that much. Kill took the reins once again, unwilling to let him process his feelings of abandonment and betrayal just yet. Rushing towards Y/N, he laid the knife flat on the side of her face, taking up residence on the other side.

Biting a huge hickey along her jawline, before grasping her earlobe in between his teeth, Killmonger growled, “So if you ain’t been fucking him, who you been fucking?”

Although Y/N knew she logically had nothing to feel guilty about, how he was questioning her made her want to lie down and worship him as an apology regardless. She took a deep breath to center herself, understanding that any sign of nervousness would be taken as an omission of guilt.

Y/N ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulder blades to hold his face in her palms. He reluctantly released her earlobe to allow her to face him, naturally allowing the blade to rest against her neck ever so gently.

“N’Jadaka. Erik, baby? Look at me, I have been trying to live without you miserably for the last few weeks. I’ve only been going out since Y/C/N got here and I have to beg for breaks because I’m basically his chaperone. You believe me don’t you?”

Erik looked at her with suspicion clouding his eyes. He dropped the knife and held her throat in his hands, squeezing just tight enough to hint to either pleasure or pain, pushing her against the front door.

“Ion know. Why should I?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Y/N took a chance and palmed his face, caressing his cheekbone with her thumb. “Cause you know that no matter how much you stress me out, isolate yourself from me, or threaten anyone who seems to have more access to me than you, that I love your crazy ass.”

Erik squeezed a little tighter, not enough to hurt her but enough to reassert his dominance. Y/N put a hand over his, doing her best to ground herself in the feeling of his hands rather than how much she wanted to cum from the pressure of them.”

“Sorry,” Y/N squeaked out, “I love every version of you, no matter how threatening any of them may be and I physically can’t stand to have anyone else touch me the way I let you touch me.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you?”

“Nah, princess, the other part.”

“No matter how threatening-” she started, but was cut off by the growl emanating from Erik’s chest and the pulsing release and pressure of him allowing her small gasps of air. “You know what I mean Y/N, don’t test me lil mama.”

Erik held his squeeze on her neck, tilting it ever so slightly to lick the side of her face and hold her earlobe between his teeth, tugging.

Y/N couldn’t hold back the guttural moan if she tried. Just barely keeping her eyes from rolling back and donning her sweetest sub voice, she said, “I physically can’t stand to have anyone else touch me the way I let you touch me big daddy. It literally makes me nauseous.”

Erik released her ear with a wet snap against her face, “It does?”

Y/N hummed and nodded her head as best she could in her current predicament.

Killmonger covered the forgiving face Erik started to make, replacing it with one of his stern, unyielding looks. “Then why you leave me and give me the silent treatment for weeks?”

Y/N whined at the tightening of his hands, closing her eyes to savor the pleasure only he could illicit lighting her body on fire.

Erik bit her bottom lip roughly, nearly drawing blood. “That’s not an answer.”

Losing the battle against her libido and subspace, Y/N whined again.

In a faux sweet voice Erik said, “Awww, is little mama already too far gone in her head thinking about all the ways imma mark you.”

Y/N nodded again, lost in the many images she’d acquired from her sexual experiences with Erik and Kill over the years.

“Good.” And with those words, Y/N was suddenly looking at Erik’s ass and the floor as he stomped upstairs to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

He tossed her on the bed and roughly stripped her of her clothes, halter top first, bottoms and panties all in one fell swoop last, leaving her heels on.

He positioned her over his knee and popped her cheeks until her bottom was flushed with his favorite shade of reddish purple and warmed his hands with the heat she emanated.

By the time he was done, Y/N wanted to be a ball of tears, but could only sniffle, her voice too shy to make an appearance when Kill took the reins of their scenes like this for fear of upsetting him further.

Erik used his knee to spread her legs open far enough to see her flower drenching her thighs in her nectar for him. He took two fingers to swipe some of it onto them for him to put in his mouth and savor, groaning at how much sweeter she seemed to have gotten since last he held her.

He laid her onto the bed and got up to undress himself, slapping her already sore ass when she didn’t move a muscle.

“You know what’s up. Face down, ass up lil mama.”

Y/N groaned but slowly inched her way into position. Already feeling like jello, she barely put an arch in her back, struggling not to lay back down and pass out.

Killmonger was not happy with that. After he’d removed everything except his grills and chain he let both his palms come down on her cheeks simultaneously.

Sounding more animal than human, “If you don’t assume the position like you got some sense, I swear to the gods Y/N.”

She was still lethargic, but was eager to experience less of his painful assaults and more of the pleasurable ones that she knew were around the corner. It took all of her strength but she was able to inch herself into position, deepening her arch just the way he demanded with her arms by her side and her cheek resting against the comforter.

“Good girl.”

With how pliant she was to his commands and the evidence of how much she trusted and wanted him dripping down her thighs, it took all of his restraint not to plunge himself into her until he felt her cervix try to push him back out.

Y/N smiled faintly at the praise, humming and wiggling her ass in response.

Killmonger grasped her wrists as he knelt to get up close and personal with his pussy. He spread her lips so he could get an eyeful of her throbbing clit and blew on it, eliciting a guttural moan from Y/N, before replacing his hand back on her wrist.

“Just you wait mamas, you gonna be screaming and crying by the time I’m done with you.”

He licked her juices on both thighs, leaving hickies all over them both before he finally put his whole face in her pussy and ate. If it wasn’t for the grasp he had on her wrists, she would have collapsed immediately.

Erik was a good kisser in general, but Killmonger was a master at french kissing, especially her pussy, until she was questioning whether or not she still wanted the pleasure. Those deep soul sucking kisses always made her question her sanity.

He slurped up and suctioned her clit into his mouth like that’s where it belonged, flicking it with the tip of his tongue until she came with a silent scream, without ever releasing her tiny bud. Then he released it with a pop only to hold her lips open and spit directly onto her hole, watching his saliva drip down onto her clit. He flattened his tongue and licked like the dog he could be until she was a whining, moaning mess, tears streaming down her face just as promised. 

Once the first sound hit his ears, she couldn’t stop the noises he was pulling from her if she was mute, let alone at the mercy of his insatiable thirst for her most animalistic responses.

Kill continued his assault with his tongue, moving through her folds in a rhythm only he knew. After he’d gotten two more orgasms from her that way, Y/N alternating between screaming and crying, he latched his plush lips back around her clit, assaulting the sensitive bundle of nerves, and plunged his two most trustworthy fingers into her, immediately finding her gspot and caressing it with an incessant ‘come hither’ motion until she was squirting and creaming uncontrollably. Not willing to let go just yet he dragged it out for what seemed like forever since she briefly lost consciousness and came to, lips still parted in the O of her silent screams, with his mouth still eagerly slurping up the waterfall his fingers were responsible for. All Y/N could do was turn her head the other way to watch what she could see of him, whining and moaning.

When she could barely release any more spurts he released her, licking his hand, fingers, and forearm clean as he slowly stroked his hard as steel member. 

In the great deep of her sex haze, Y/N mumbled, “He brought dick too? How are we gonna survive dick too when he almost killed us with just his mouth and fingers.”

Erik chuckled at her ramblings, proud that he was, as usual, responsible for her senseless words.

When his precum made an appearance, he swiped it up with his thumb and rubbed it into her pussy, almost immediately replacing his thumb with the tip of his dick. Wanting to savor this moment of finally being able to reconnect with his pussy, he played with her, just like that. Rubbing the tip of his dick in both of their juices, up and down her pussy lips, circling her clit, and coming to apply just enough pressure to her desperately clenching hole, only to rinse and repeat. On and on he went, teasing them both until his quietly whimpering babygirl was back to guttural whines.

He knew she was right where he wanted her mentally when she started begging.

“Please big daddy, I’m so sorry. Please baba E, please baba, please. Please please please please please pleaaaaaasssssseeeeee.”

When he was good and ready, he pulled her up by her throat until she was flush against him, licked her tears from her cheek, and forced her to look him in the eyes.

“You don’t do that disappearing and silent treatment shit ever again Y/N. You hear me?”

Y/N nodded and blinked at him with a puppy eyed look that damn near melted the ice caps of his attitude, but he was quick to remind her who’s big daddy in their relationship.

“When I told you, you were mine, I meant that shit mama.”

“Yes, baba,” Y/N squeaked out.

He tongued her down with one of his sloppy french kisses and as soon as he felt her body relax in his hold, he did exactly what his body had been begging for since the second he saw her. He pushed himself into her until he felt the tip of her cervix try to push him all the way back out, savoring the fucked out look she wore as her body spasmed with the unexpected orgasm, he held them there letting her ride it out. 

In this moment he was grateful for the years of curated discipline since the way her pussy clamped onto him almost triggered his own mind numbing orgasm. Although he successfully staved off his nut, he couldn’t stop the way all of his fight was knocked right out of him.  Finally rid of the aggression that his Killmonger personality oozed, Erik was able to finally take in his queen, his Y/N, in all her sex hazed glory.

When she finally came down from her high he started moving, giving her slow and deep strokes as he showered her face and neck with kisses, hoping his attempt at lovemaking showed her just how priceless she was to him, how desperate he’d been without her.

Kiss, “I’m sorry too mamas,” kiss “I know how much you love me and I don't understand why,” kiss, “you,” kiss, “insist,” kiss, “on pouring all of the best parts of yourself into me.” He couldn’t help but shed a tear at the relief he felt, having her in his arms again. “I promise to do better,” kiss, “to listen and pay attention more,” kiss, “to treat you like the empress you are,” kiss, “just say you’ll come home with me,” kiss, “promise you’ll take your rightful place by my side mamas,” kiss, “claim your right as my queen.”

Y/N was a moaning, whining mess, barely holding onto consciousness and shedding her favorite kind of tears, just as promised.

Erik tucked his face into her neck, struggling to keep himself from cumming too soon since her pussy was gripping him like a boa constrictor, indicating that yet another orgasm wasn’t too far.

He held himself in the deepest parts of her and put a little whine in his hips. “Please mama, come home with me.”

Just when he thought he could hold out no longer she arched into him and screamed yes over and over, overwhelmed with her orgasm, and squirted all over them both. Erik came in her almost at the exact same time, his orgasm nearly knocking him out with how it overcame him from head to toe. Both of them slumped into the bed.

—

By the time he finally started to get up, her screams had quieted back to whimpers.

Erik slowly and gently removed her heels from her feet, massaging the soles with just the right amount of pressure.

He cleaned both of them with a warm washcloth and ran the tub, placing some bubble bath soap, epsom salt, essential oils, and dried rose petals in the water. Wanting to balance out the intrusive way he barged back into her life, he lit some candles and incense as well, and placed his favorite body oil of hers on the counter.

When he came back to get her in the tub, she was silently staring into space in the same place and position he left her. After he got her to turn over and sit up, he scooped her into his arms bridal and brought her to the tub, gently placing her into the suds.

Once he saw her relax he went back to the bedroom to strip and change the sheets, wanting their transition back into the room to be seamless. When he came back into the bathroom her head was leaned against the edge of the tub, eyes closed, and tears were streaming down her face, alarming him to the fact that although he’d won the battle, he was still losing the war with treating his girl with the care she really was looking for from him.

Choking up himself, he kneeled next the tub and leaned over her face, kissing the droplets left behind.

“I’m so sorry mamas. You know that right?” His voice cracked at the end.

Although she started nodding yes, she ended up shaking her head no.

“Can you open your eyes for me please?”

Y/N shook her head no again.

“Pretty please?”

Again she shook her head no. She was too scared to look him in his eyes, anytime he touched her or they made eye contact she folded to his desires and needs, abandoning her own.

A little defeated, but determined to win all of her back, not just her body, Erik switched tactics.

“May I get into the tub with you and hold you?”

Y/N hesitated a few moments before she nodded yes. As soon as she heard the rustle of him standing back up she scooted forward allowing him to sit behind her.

Once he was seated, Erik gently pulled her into him, urging her body to use him as she did the edge of the tub. The moment she relaxed in his embrace, head lolling slightly to the left, he started kissing up and down her neck from where her ear met her face to her collarbone.

When he felt enough time had passed, he tried to get her to open up to him again.

“Lil mama?”

Y/N hummed.

“Tell me what’s on your mind please, I promise to listen.”

Y/N held up her pinky and asked, “Pinky promise?”

Erik locked his pinky with hers and brought her hand to his lips, softly talking against it, “Pinky Promise.”

She pulled her hand away, putting it back in her lap to join the other one, under the water.

Taking a deep breath she started.

“Am I a toy to be played with Daka?” Erik was ready to answer but kept silent, knowing she needed to get all of her thoughts out before he interrupted her. “To be taken out of storage to be used and then tossed aside when you’re not getting the desired result anymore?”

Rubbing the sides of her thighs and suddenly very scared, he said, “ no mamas.”

“Then why do you get to demand time and attention and energy from me, but when I ask for a sliver of honest communication, the smallest amount of all three resources you have to offer me, you shut me out? Why is it only okay for you to communicate what’s going on with you and us when you feel like it, when it's convenient? Why do I always have to beg for you to lean on me, to use me softly? Why do I have to beg you to let me hold you. Why don’t you ever just ask? Why do I have to grovel at your feet to be held by you? Why is the only time you make love to me when you’re trying to win me back? Why?” 

By the end of her list, Y/N was sobbing. Erik wrapped his arms around her body and tucked his chin in the curve of her neck and let a few tears drop himself before he answered.

“I don’t know mamas. I guess…,” he wiped the tears from his face and gulped down the rising tsunami of emotion that she so easily created with just a few sentences before he wrapped his arm back around her, “...I guess I’m just terrified.”

“Of what baby? Haven’t I been here? Haven’t I done the best to support you with all that I am, to remain honest with you and show you that I am loyal to our future?”

He kissed her shoulder and said, “you have. I just-”

Y/N pulled out of his arms to finally look him in the eye, “You just what? Aren’t my efforts to build a life with you enough?”

Erik palmed her face and gave her a deep kiss, hoping to transfer all of his emotion into it.

He put his forehead against hers and said, “I’m just so fucking terrified of losing you. To have the warmth of your love snatched away at a moment's notice. I’m terrified in a way I haven’t been in so fucking long that I just convince myself that its better to pull away and show you how unworthy I am of the full magnitude of your love.”

He pulled away and kissed her forehead, grateful she was finally looking him in the eyes again. “But this time of separation showed me I am nothing without you, just a hollow shell, no love to warm my soul and bones. Even the care and concern of my family isn’t enough to fill the abyss that’s created in your absence.”

Y/N swiped away the stray tears from his face, “that’s-”

“I know. Super intense.”

“Yes. But I was gonna say a relief to hear. You never really give me any verbal confirmation that you feel as deeply for me as I do for you unless I say I love you first.”

“I know mamas, but I promise to do better, be better, for you.”

Y/N pecked his lips. “No Baba. For you. You need to talk your feelings out loud so you can hear it too. You need to know that the only reason you’re able to love me so deeply is because you love yourself that deep, if not deeper, first. Understand?”

Erik smirked, yet again grateful that he had such a wise and loving partner who always held up the pieces of mirror he’d sworn he’d broken to pieces.

“Yea lil mama, I understand.”

“Good…,” Y/N kissed him again, deepening the kiss but teasing him slightly with how lightly she moved her lips against his. When she pulled away, she almost regretted bursting his bubble. “...cause I’m not going back with you until I’m ready.”

Erik’s face instantly fixed itself into a scowl. “But-”

Y/N held a finger to his lips. “I said when I’m ready, not never. I came home to get back to taking care of me, love me, and understanding what my needs are.”

His pout deepened.

“And I learned that I need to stop jumping when you say jump. So I go back when I feel that I’m ready, not because you showed up and demanded it of me. Okay?”

He was a little deflated, but still holding onto the hope of her eventually coming back with him.

“Okay, but I’m staying with you until you’re ready.”

“But-.” 

It was Erik’s turn to hush her with a finger. “I already know what you’re going to say and my duties will be waiting for me when we go back together. Now that you’re back in my arms I’m in no hurry to lose the privilege again.”

“You’re not!”

“You’re right, cause I’m staying.”

All Y/N could do was chuckle, understanding that she’d lost this battle and relishing in the fact that she won the war. It seemed he was finally starting to understand what she needed because although she was indeed going to complain about him having responsibilities to return to, she really did need him to stay. That abyss he had was mirrored in her heart and only time with him would close it back up.

Both satisfied that they worked through the root issue, they went back to enjoying the bath, Y/N comfortably resting her head against Erik.

When they were all pruney and the water was verging on cold, Erik stood them up to drain the tub and turned on the shower to rinse them both. After he dried them both, he quickly lotioned his body with shea butter, grabbed the body oil and guided Y/N hand in hand, back into the bedroom.

He laid her on her back first to moisturize and massage her front, kneading out all of the tension she held. When he was working his way back up from her feet, he couldn’t help but get stuck between her thighs, using his thumbs to massage circles up them until he reached her pussy again.

Y/N slightly parted her legs, letting one bend and fall open for easy access. He immediately used one hand to part her lips so he could see her clit clearly.

Erik leaned down to softly kiss her clit a few times before he pulled away and used the thumb on his other hand to rub slow circles. He admired her form as he brought her to orgasm leisurely. 

He went back to massaging her thighs until she returned from the heights of her pleasure.

His voice was more gruff than he wanted when he told her, “turn over.”

She easily compiled and continued his massage, paying extra attention to her sore ass.

When Y/N was 2 more seconds away from sleep and he was satisfied with his work he urged her under the covers and joined her. She tried to grab his hardened member to return the favor but he grabbed up her hands, kissing them to soften the blow.

“No, I needed to show you how softly I can treat you, I don’t need to cum right now. Sleep.”

Y/N pouted and whined, wanting to feel him connected to her again.

She lifted her leg over his as they faced each other and inched as close as she could with her hands in his, feeling his dick graze her pussy lips.

Putting a little more base in his voice, “Ay! What I just say lil mama?”

She whined out, “I don’t care, I just need to feel you in me Baba.”

Erik grunted. 

Y/N donned her best puppy dog pout and begged with her words and body, wiggling in his hold and being able to feel the lightest brush of his hot skin. “Pleeeeeeaaaaassssseeee?”

“Fine, but careful what you asked for…” he said, sheathing himself in one stroke and stilled her hips before she could start moving. “...you just might get it.”

He released her hands and tongued her down, palming her face.

“Sleep Y/N.”

“But,” she said, her face scrunching in confusion.

“You can keep me warm, but that’s it for now, okay?”

She started to whine again but was cut short when he wrapped the hand palming her face around her throat.

“Sleep mamas. You’re going to need all of your energy in the morning.”

She wasn’t necessarily happy, but she also wasn’t necessarily dissatisfied. She did get her wish after all.

“Ok.”

Y/N tucked her head under his chin and started to drift before she sleepily said, “thank you for showing me how much you care Baba E. I’m really happy you’re here.”

Erik kissed her forehead and squeezed his arms a little tighter around her.

“Thank you for letting me.”

He was answered with her cute snores and let the sound lull him into the best sleep he’d had in too long of a while.

#erik killmonger #erik kilmonger x reader #Erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther fanfiction #black panther #erik stevens #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger smut #erik stevens x reader #fictioninmybloodworks #fictioninmyblood #erik stevens x black!reader

[mrslankyman]

Failed Mission

Montague (fortnite) x (fem) reader

-> smut / unsafe sex

-> gun use

->idk shit about guns

->Montague forgot his tripod stand. Maybe your ass would work better

->2k words

(request)

Too bad working for the Society meant going on missions with the most annoying man ever. 

Montague. 

His french accent: annoying 

His outfit: ugly

The way he nitpicks everything: infuriating 

He never wanted to listen to You. He never got the right things on the list for the mission. Always forgetting something. Last time he forgot the sticky bombs. Wonder what he will forget this time. It was just a steak out mission. 

There was a rumor that The Under Ground would be attacking Lavish Lair today. That’s how you found yourself on top of one of the snowy mountains that surrounded the mansion. Montague right next to you. His supplies are back in the Jeep. The two of you were just watching below. Trying to see if anything suspicious or off was going on. 

You both just sat in the snow. You mentally hated it. Back at your mansion there was no snow. You lived closer to Ritzy Rivera. So coldness wasn’t something you cared for. Montague on the other hand? He must be as cold as his heart. 

“Wait.. I see something.. I think it’s that Hope girl Valeria talked about.” He got up spraying snow all over. Some of it landed on you, letting out an annoyed groan when you got up. He walked over with his Sniper Rifle. 

Here we go. 

He loaded it and held up the gun. Until he noticed one thing. 

He had the wrong scope. So aiming to hold it up wasn’t going to happen. He shook too much.

Mistake number two.

He didn’t even bring the tripod.

“What now? Did you forget something again?” Your voice was laced with annoyance already. 

“Yes, in fact I did. I have the wrong scope.” He looked over at you as he spoke. Eyeing you up and down in thought. 

“So? Get the tripod and aim the best you can.” You rolled your eyes as if it was obvious. 

“I didn’t bring it.” His voice was lower now. Almost menacing. He was obviously annoyed at you too but he had an idea.

“So what now? I only have my AR that isn’t going to do shit from up here.” You practically yelled at him. He did this too often. 

“I’ll tell you what we're gonna do. Get on your knees.” He demanded pointing near the edge of the cliff. “What the hell, why?” You questioned glaring at him. 

“Just do it, trust me.” He kept pointing at the spot. He was far too strong to deny. He could just shoot you right now if he wanted too. So you listened and groaned as you let your knees sink into the cold snow. You mentally thought of ways to get him back. Maybe on another mission you could dump cold water on him or-

You were cut out of your thoughts when he shoved you down to the ground completely with his foot. Your face shoved into the snow and your arms slid down.

Your back end was arched up, ass in the air. You spit out snow as you lifted up your head. Using your hand to wipe off the snow. “What the fuck is your idea?” You looked back at him as he got on one knee. Laying the barrel of the sniper on your ass.

“Put your head down or i’ll blow it off.” He warned and watched you slowly lower your head.

“Hurry up.” You groaned. What the fuck kind of idea is this. 

Montague on the other hand was having a hard time aiming right. One reason; you were moving too much.

Another?

He was staring at your ass. The position he got you in so easily. You both always got annoyed at each other and got into fights. Yet you both always chose to do missions together despite the hatred. With hatred comes tension. Sometimes the tension feels a little too sexual. 

His eyes wandered from the target below to you to the target.

Once he finally focused in he got a good aim. His hand on the trigger ready to blow this Underground agent's head off you moved.

“Fuck!” He yelled pointing the gun's muzzle at your head. “Stop fucking moving.” He growled as he watched you freeze. You knew his dumb ass would never pull the trigger. But it did scare you slightly. 

“My bad i’m in the freezing fucking snow with an idiot using my ass as a tripod for his fucking gun!” You yelled not even looking at him. Keeping your face forward as you felt the gun move from your head. It was replaced by his hands gripping your hair. He pulled you back to his chest. He dropped his sniper and leaned into your ear. 

“Stop talking back.” His accent slurred most of his words when his voice was this low with anger. His other hand laid on your thigh.

“What are you gonna do if I don’t? Shoot me?” You smirked as him tugging on your hair didn’t make you scared. It makes your mind wander to other things. He was also losing his focus on the mission. His eyes looked down at you, how your lips slightly parted and you looked up at him fully. His hand tangled in your hair. 

“No, I might do something else though.” He warned his eyes were half lidded now. The feeling of you pressed to his chest made him feel things he tried to ignore when around you. Now he was letting those feelings go freely. 

“What is something else, Montague?” Your voice closed in a whisper as you got to his name. If only you knew how that drove him crazy. He could feel himself hardening. Dick straining against his dress pants. 

“You really wanna do this?” His question was almost a whisper as he leaned his head down closer. His stubble looked so much better up closer. His blue and brown eyes looking into yours. The scar made him look menacing despite the blush on his cheeks. 

His frosted tipped hair moved with the motion of the icy wind. 

“Maybe I do.” Your hand moved on top of his hand that was laying on your thigh still. That gave him the answer he needed.

He closed the gap between you two and let his lips engulf yours. All the feelings of anger, annoyance, and sexual tension went into the kiss. All the times you two argued and got into each other's faces now came to a close. Any time you two argue after this it is surely going to end the same way this mission is going to end. 

His hand moved yours off his as he slid it further down to the inside of your thigh. His hand in your hair pulling your head back further. He didn’t really like his angle of kissing. He wanted to grab your face and shove his tongue into your mouth. 

Despite that desire he kept you in this position. 

You pulled away from him and gasped slightly. He went to lean back in wanting, no needing more of you. He wanted your lips back on his. He actually wanted them all over his body. 

“It’s too cold for this.” You sighed, you could feel his hard dick against your ass. Or was it his belt? Either way it was extremely hard. 

“Why not?” He practically begged. His voice was still low but it had a desperate array to it. He wanted you now. He didn’t wanna wait. 

“Let’s go to the Jeep.. come on. Je veux te baiser.” He cooed in your ear his french accent even more prominent as he spoke in his native tongue. “What does that mean?” You asked, laughing slightly.

He got closer to ear his hot breath tickling your neck. 

“I want to fuck you.” His voice was so low and husky you could feel yourself throbbing. 

“Then take me to the Jeep.” You whispered back and without a second thought he had lifted you up and was trudging through the snow to the Jeep. You littered his neck with wet sloppy kisses before he laid you down in the back seat. You scooted to the other seat as he crawled in. He leaned up to the passenger seat and grabbed the lever. Shoving it all the way to the front to give himself more room. 

He loomed over you and smirked. “I want you on my lap now.” He growled and sat back in the seat. You crawled up to sit on his lap. He spread his legs out a little more. His diamond belt buckle really added to his outfit. 

You leaned closer and kissed him. His medallion hitting your chest as you got closer. He kissed back. His plump lips moved with yours in such a needy fashion. He wanted you so badly. He wanted to fuck you so hard you’d forget about any other man who ever pleased you. 

He pushed you back and took a breath. You took this pause to unbuckle his belt. Undoing his dress pants and just pulling out his dick from his boxers. You didn’t bother pulling his pants down. You just pushed the flaps of his pants to the side and his belt. He helped you slide off your pants quickly and underwear. He stared at you before leaning his head back against the headrest of the seat. 

He grabbed your hips and lifted you over his perked up dick. “You ready?” He asked as he slid one hand down to line himself up with your entrance. 

You nodded and slid down on him. You bit your lip holding back your moan. Montague on the other hand? He let his moan echo in the car. He didn’t hold back on the noises. He hadn’t fucked someone in so long. 

He was too busy keeping the Society in order. He loved how your pussy tightened around his dick. This feeling was better than any successful heist he had ever been on. Money made him have a happy feeling but this pussy made him want to live. 

He wanted to wake up every day knowing he could fuck you when ever you wanted. 

He wanted to please you instead of annoy you. 

He made a mental note to forget the tripod again.

“Montague..” You let his name slip out of your mouth in a high pitch moan. He grunted and slurred out random words or phrases in french. You didn’t understand them but you assumed they were good. 

He held you still by the hips and slammed his dick up in you. Letting his hips go up and down ramming his dick into you. You both let out moans of pleasure. He slid one of his gloved hands down and used his thumb to make slow circle motions around your clit. 

“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” You squealed as you felt yourself coming undone with each thrush of his dick. He groaned in agreement and grabbed your face with his free hand. Slamming his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He moaned as he felt you cum on his dick. His motions became sloppy and he moved in and out at different paces. You watched his face scrunch up in pleasure and a low “oh fuck” came out of him before he pulled out and came on his vest. 

Good thing he had 500 others.

He looked you in the eyes as you both calmed down from your highs.

“Oscar can defend himself.” He chuckled and pulled you back to him.

#montague #montague fortnite #montague x reader #montague fortnite x reader #montague smut #montague x reader smut #montague fortnite x reader smut #wtf is this #sorry

[anadiasmount]

can u write three months after break up w Jude u see him at a party....

idk make it wtv u want but can it have angst in it plz?

thank u bb 🖤🖤

“why didn’t you tell me he was here?” you stop in place, gently gripping your friends arm to pull her to the side. she looked almost to scared to speak, her lips moving but nothing coming out. “i haven’t seen this man since new years… and i see him here?” you say to her seeing her wince.

“if i told you, you’d never come, and i hate seeing you stuck at home all day! plus we both need this night out and i know you’re not about to go home to sulk because you’re letting him get to you again…” she recalls making you sigh disappointed while closing your eyes.

“out of all places and days why tonight?” you ask sincerely, your friend shrugging and fixing her purse that slowly draped off her. “please just ignore it and do it for her? she was so excited to finally see you come out and left with us. we can leave after they cut the cake, okay?” she tells you, the hesitation still in your face and body language.

you have to bite your tongue as you approached the table, your hand stroking your upper arm in a comforting manner as you stood there after greeting everyone but him. you refused to talk to him, mostly out of respect, but you knew you couldn’t do it. the pain and sadness waving and coming at you all at once.

you never met his eyes. or when he stood up when he saw you. in pure shock when he saw you. surprisingly he was alone, just his friends around him which caused a small bubble of happiness of not being faced with a girl next to him. you made an escape to the bar, ordering a drink before going to the restroom and touch up.

you felt like you could do it, but all that confidence slowly fell into the drain when you saw him again. you hated yourself for still feeling love for the person who left you when you most needed them. the person who you looked up and valued, the person who made you feel the luckiest girl until he didn’t. anger. rage fueled in you as you thought your choices.

you pushed back tears, avoiding now the huge pit in your stomach and pain in your chest, that seemed to travel even to your rib cage. you sealed a huge lump and smiled in the mirror, letting out a deep breath before walking out to the blaring music. you could see jude by the bar looking around, making you cover your face and return to where your friends were.

you sat down quickly diving into the conversation about a concert you all wanted to attend and a new clothing line that slowly become popular over the days. jude returned back with a silk look, a small frown on his face as he saw you. you looked away quickly, sniffling a laugh at a joke your friend told you.

even though you were sat almost next to each other, the space and distance was present. the space of unspoken feelings and words, space filled with heartaches and a messy ending to a beautiful love story that once took place.

if there was something you could do was ignore. ignore someone, something, an issue, a place, you name it. so you did what you did best and ignored jude. his big brown eyes that stared at you the whole night. no matter where you went or were he continued to stare making your heart race.

jude was desperate. he tried to get your attention but he got the message of you ignoring him after he tried calling out for you but you walked away. he tried to pull you away when you had walked to the bar alone, but failed at that too. had to hold himself back from dragging you out the dance floor due to his jealousy and pain in his heart.

jude stood by a wall, looking at you walk to the booth and sit down, leaning back in your chair as you crossed your legs. jude tried to pay attention but all he could do was stare at the only girl he loved and admired. her shoulders low, her searching eyes, upside down smile. he missed you terribly and his only thoughts were you.

he walked over to you, giving his drink to his friends. he fixed his shirt, running his hand on his chin as her approached you. when you looked up and saw him you froze standing up and trying to walk away but he stopped you. his hands finding their way around your waist and pulled you back. “let me go,” you spoke faintly, jude having to hold back a chuckle as he felt you relax in his hold.

“can we talk?”

“no. so if you’d excuse me-”

“too bad. we’re talking, like it or not,” he grabbed your wrist gently, feeling as you fought back as he dragged you away into a private hallway that smelled like pure cleaning chemicals. you leaned against the wall, avoiding his gaze looking down, with arms crossed and pouty lips. still his stubborn y/n. the one he was still deeply madly in love with.

“how have you been?”

“i don’t have time for this. just say what you have to say…” you said harshly, not caring how it came out or if it hurt him. he hurt you so you felt the want for him to feel how he was making you feel. “y/n, please. i want to be civil and just talk. it’s all i’m asking…”

“are you hearing yourself? you wanna talk? talk about what exactly? how my life is going? what i’ve been up to? where i got my nails or hair done? talking is out of the picture for the both of us, jude. so say what you have to say to save time,” jude winced at your words, the pain returning back as he saw how deeply he hurt you that december night.

“y/n-”

“please jude… don’t make it harder for us than it already is. it hurts me just standing here and looking at you… i can’t do it. i can’t pretend like everything is okay and dropped what happened for a single conversation,” you plead with sadness, finally looking up into his eyes where you once found comfort and love.

“then let’s make it okay. let’s fix and talk it out, like normal people do.”

“like normal people? you’re my ex boyfriend jude, simple as that. and fix it for who? you or me? it’s not fair, i can’t just forget what happened to fix things for us,” you sigh upset clutching you bag as you stood up straighter. jude felt at lost for words because you were right. more than right.

“i miss you…”

you let out a small chuckle, looking back down and shaking your head. “missed me? or missed the person who was just a waste of time in the end?” you feel your legs weaken, tears threatening to rush down your cheeks. “what do you want for me jude? i cant do this again-”

“i miss you. i love you more than ever….” he pauses seeing how your face looks back up at him with widen eyes. “i hate myself for holding onto hope even though i was the one to hurt you… us. i hate how distant and stranger like we are now. how i can’t hold or give you my undeniable love and care. how i have to watch from afar knowing things could be different…”

“jude…”

“please y/n… i’m begging you. if tonight is all we have i just want to spend it with you. prove to you and apologize, earn your forgiveness. all i ask is for us to talk, please. if you’d till feel the same than i’ll accept it, as much as it will hurt more than now,” he walked over to you holding your sides before cleaning your tears away. you hated the effect he had on your still, closing your eyes and thinking about it and then speaking again.

“just tonight…”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb

[littlejuicebox]

Little Lockpick.

Okay this is the last addition for the weekend.

My ADHD hyperfixated on Dadstarion and now I need to focus on my big girl life and job for the week.

Definitely didn’t mean to go this crazy on the writing but hey, when inspiration strikes. 🤷‍♀️

I really need to update these headers at some point. Problems for future Gina.

Summary: Toddler Gale has developed new magic skills and wants Papastarion to open a lock NOW. Right now. Tav has some interesting news after an appointment.

Tags/Warnings: kids, babies, parenthood, fluff, idk what else?

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Astarion is in his office, trying to work, which is almost impossible with Gale sitting on his lap. The toddler is fiddling with something in his small hands as his father reads over a scroll for the second time, trying to focus on the words. It’s become increasingly difficult to do so as frustrated huffs and grunts escape the almost-three-year-old.

“Daddy! Help!” Gale exclaims, pulling Astarion’s attention from the scroll and down to the little silver-haired boy. The toddler is shaking what’s in his hand up at his father, nose crinkled in displeasure.

“Hmm…” The elf murmurs, taking the little toy — if you could call it that — from his son. It’s a small padlock. The toddler had been trying, quite incessantly, to open it for nearly half an hour. It was enough to keep Gale pre-occupied while his mother went to her appointment, but now the toddler is getting frustrated and his father knows there will soon be a melt down if the issue isn’t remedied.

“Little prince, where did you find this?” Astarion asks while handing the tiny metal lock back to Gale. The silver-haired boy climbs off his father’s lap. Uncoordinated legs take him over to the bookshelf along the office wall, and he points to the bottom shelf.

“Found here! Right here.” The toddler babbles, crinkling his white eyebrows at his father, wondering why the older man is asking him such a silly question. Gale is growing more impatient, upset that Astarion simply isn’t doing what he asked and opening the lock. But no, daddy insists on asking him these questions instead, “Why daddy? Why? Open it!”

Tiny fingers grip the loop of the lock again, trying and failing to release the mechanism with sheer force. The child’s two little arms aren’t strong enough to pry open the lock. Gale is growing more and more frustrated. Red patches flush across his cheeks as he grunts, compelling Astarion to move from his chair and crouch in front of the toddler, intending to placate him.

“We need a key to open the lock, Gale. I was hoping there would be one near where you found the lock but I don’t think—“ The elf starts, but he’s cut off by a high pitched wail escaping his son.

“OPEN! OPEN! OPEN!”

The little boy is throwing himself on the ground now, still gripping the offending toy. Fat, frustrated tears are falling from his gorgeous green eyes. He’s practically the spitting image of his father, and even in his tantrums he is a beautiful, adorable thing. But Astarion begins to panic, knowing Gale needs to calm down, he needs to calm down before—

The toddler shrieks at the top of his lungs and a powerful gust of wind comes from nowhere, knocking Astarion onto his back and sending a flurry of papers shooting off the desk.

It’s ironic, Astarion thinks, that his son is named Gale and the first spell he can unintentionally cast is a gust of wind whenever he’s throwing a tantrum. The elf is groaning in pain as his eyes clamp shut; he is trying desperately to regain his composure before he addresses the toddler. These terrible twos have been… well, terrible. Astarion’s patience is running thin.

He remembers his wife’s coaching. Deep breath in, long exhale out. The poor little prince doesn’t know any better.

The wind scares Gale into silence. He doesn’t yet understand his powers, and when he sees his father knocked prone on the floor, he starts crying again. They’re sticky, snot-filled, guilty tears, this time. He doesn’t understand how he conjures the wind, but he does know that the damage is his fault. Despite his current tantrum, Gale is an overall empathetic and sensitive boy, and the vision of the damage he’s done worries him.

“Sorry, daddy!” The toddler gasps through choked cries, sitting himself up and bunching his hands in tight, worried fists which he brings to the sides of his face, “I a bad boy!”

Astarion rolls himself up to a sitting position and scoops the child into his arms with a belabored sigh, “You’re not a bad boy, Gale.”

He soothes the child in a soft coo as he rubs small circles on the little boy’s back. Gale’s small body continues to wrack with sobs as his father places a kiss on his crown of silvery curls and whispers, “You’re just an exceptionally powerful one. But you get that from your mother, little prince.”

The elf stands, taking his son with him in the process as he walks out of the office, headed towards the bedchambers and still rubbing the little boy’s back as the toddler begins to calm down.

The papers will just have to be cleaned up later.

*

“Again, again, daddy!”

When you find your husband and child, they are both laying atop your bed, facing away from the door. Gale is giggling incessantly and clapping his hands together, asking his father to repeat something.

“There you two are. What are you doing?” You ask as you enter the room, one hand on your stomach. You’ve just come from an appointment with Jaheira.

The two men turn their heads and grin at you practically in unison. It makes you chuckle. It’s truly startling, how similar they are from their looks to their mannerisms. You catch sight of Astarion’s old lockpicking kit between the two of them, and your eyebrow cocks curiously.

“Are you really showing our toddler how to pick locks, Astarion?” You ask as you make your way to sit on the bed with the rest of your little family.

“Yes. But it’s a bit of a story, love. I’ll fill you in on the details later.” Your husband responds, handing the padlock and one of the tools to Gale, where he attempts to mimic the previous motions of his father. His tiny tongue sticks out as he focuses.

Astarion moves to kiss your cheek and then lightly brushes his fingers against your abdomen, subtly greeting the growing life inside, “How did the appointment go?”

“Good…” You murmur in a long, drawled out way. By your tone and the large grin spreading across your face, your husband can tell something is up.

His eyebrow cocks as he assesses your face, trying to decipher the thoughts behind your eyes. Whatever it is, it obviously isn’t bad news, and the knot in his stomach he’d constantly carried prior to this preliminary check-up is starting to finally subside as he analyzes you.

It took a long time to conceive this round; you two had nearly given up. When you finally missed your moonblood, both of you were waiting with bated breath for the first month. This experience was a sharp contrast to Gale’s conception, which happened easily, by accident and without much thought. Both of you had been emotional, nervous wrecks up until now.

“What is it, darling?” Your husband asks, smiling despite himself, simply matching your energy.

“Jaheira is almost certain it’s twins, Astarion.” You respond, and then you’re laughing as you watch your husband’s face turn from shocked to excited to worried to overwhelmed all in the span of a few seconds.

“Twins?” He asks, dumbly, trying to process the new information. A hand comes to rake through his curls as he exhales through the shock, “Love, we might need to hire some more help, I know you said you didn’t want to, but—“

“Yes, I was thinking the same. Especially if they’re also going to show Gale’s same penchant for spells.” You agree, and at the mention of your son’s name he perks up and grins at you, proudly showing you the lock, “Speaking of which…”

You reach into your robe pocket and retrieve a small beaded necklace before patting your lap, and beckoning to your son, “Come here to me, my little love.”

Gale obliges happily, crawling over to settle in your lap. You kiss the crown of his head and then clasp the small necklace onto the toddler. Astarion is watching you curiously, his head tilts to the side as he brings his hand to grasp the necklace and examine it. The toddler sure does love that lock, he’s barely acknowledging either of you as you speak around him.

“It’s a dampener,” You explain, “I was telling Jaheira about the recent development. She gave me this. It won’t completely take away Gale’s powers… but it should help to reduce the strength of his spells until he learns to control them himself.”

Astarion nods with a relieved sigh, “Good. If I’m being honest, darling, I was worried he might accidentally hurt you.”

You nod knowingly and then groan as your stomach begins to growl. The appointment took a bit longer than you thought; it’s past your usual lunch time. You begin to stand, pulling the toddler in your arms with you as you say, “Now how about lunch in the sunroom? I’m starving.”

Astarion hums in agreement, “Go on, my love. I’ll grab the food and join you two in just a moment.”

You nod and carry Gale out, singing softly to the little boy as you head to the sunroom, leaving Astarion to gather his own thoughts for a moment.

The elf throws himself back on the bed with a groan, running his hand through his curls once again. Twins.

Twice the joy. Twice the work.

Astarion cannot help but to laugh, and then smile, even though he knows the next few years are going to be hectic. Perhaps more hectic than he’d imagined. Before long he’s rolling off the bed and headed to the kitchen, planning to prepare a platter of sandwiches and tea for himself and his two — four — little loves.

#astarion fanfic #astarion fic #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion reader insert #astarion x f!reader #astarion x female reader #astarion x female tav #astarion fluff #dadstarion fic #dadstarion

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 3 <-

Part 4

Pairing: OT8 x reader/ mostly Chan x reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Mentions of sex and alcohol

Word Count: 3.1k

Note: Here we go. New Part. Hope you like it. It’s so much fun writing conversations between the boys, idk why xD The tension is rising and Felix being adorable as always. Hyunjin as a dom softie always gets me btw…

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

When you finally came into the practice room holding hands with Felix, the chaotic conversations between the boys fell silent.

Jeongin, who was sitting on the couch, waved to you with a broad smile and Han immediately jumped up from his place on the floor.

Everyone sat together and unpacked the food that had been delivered. You guessed they couldn't decide once again and had just ordered everything.

A lot of coffee and smoothies, sushi, ramen, Subway sandwiches, and even two pots of ice cream had been draped in the middle of the small seating circle.

"How did you manage to get her away from work?", asked Lee Know with amusement, his gaze lingering on your legs for a moment.

Before Felix could answer, Han pushed a large cup of yellow liquid into your hand and offered you a seat between himself and Hyunjin.

"Is that the mango smoothie you had the other day?", you asked him and he nodded.

"You were looking over so enviously the whole time after you tasted it, so I ordered you one."

You had to grin and Han's face lit up as you lightly nudged him in the side.

"Thanks, Hannie.”

The conversation picked up again and Changbin offered you a bit of everything. He made sure you got exactly what you wanted, and since he loved to eat so much himself, you were touched by how much he paid attention to your wishes.

The mood was boisterous and you were all sitting together for the first time in a long time. There had just always been too much to do and from now on it wouldn’t get any less.

Only between Chan and you it was still strange and the others noticed that too.

Hyunjin had put an arm around you and you leaned your head against his shoulder while Jeongin and Seungmin discussed where to get the best burgers.

You kept feeling Chan's gaze on you, but when you looked at him, he quickly looked away.

Felix noticed this and looked back and forth between you. Even Han tried to lure you both out of your shells with funny comments.

Otherwise Chan and you were always talking, teasing each other or teasing the others together, but today it was just confusing.

The rest of you tried hard to keep the relaxed mood, but it was getting way more difficult by every minute that passed. To everyone's surprise, the first one to blurt out was Seungmin:

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?"

Minho fell silent and Felix even flinched so hard that he looked like a scared kitten. Seungmin stared directly at Chan and the silence was more than oppressive.

"What do you mean?", he asked calmly, as if there was nothing to talk about.

"Well you two! What are you doing?", he snapped at him, pointing at you. Chan shook his head speechlessly, seeming overwhelmed by the sudden confrontation.

Hyunjin pulled you closer to him and intertwined his fingers with yours, soothingly circling his thumb over the back of your hand.

"Seungmin is right", Minho joined in at that point.

"Why are you acting so strange?"

Your eyes lingered nervously on Changbin, who stared at the ground, as it was the most interesting thing he ever saw. He was the worst at hiding his thoughts and feelings. He had burst into the situation this morning and tried not to look conspicuous since then, but failed miserably.

When still no one answered, Han snorted loudly:

"We can't afford right now to have our leader and manager not even be able to look at each other!"

"We're family after all. Let's just work it out", came from Felix, who was clearly uncomfortable with you being put on the spot like this.

Hyunjin looked at you anxiously from the side, and you would have liked to huddle against his chest to hide you from the whole world. Then Jeongin pointed at Changbin.

"You do know something! You've never been so quiet in your life."

Changbin looked around, caught, and his gaze flew back and forth between Chan and you like a ping-pong ball.

"Why don't you just tell them? It happened ages ago", he said, and you swallowed hard.

Then Han finally understood, too, and he widened his eyes.

"What? You know it too? Just say it already!", Lee Know started to shout at him.

"Chan, Jisung, Bin and I met before I started to work here", you blurted out.

If you dismissed it with this one thing, then they would maybe finally give it a rest. Now the members looked at you with interest. That's when Chan finally joined in.

"We were partying and met at a club. That's it."

Changbin raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

"Oh yeah, that's it?", he asked challengingly, and Chan nearly stabbed him with his gaze. That's when Jeongin's eyes got as big as plates and he slapped his hand over his mouth.

"Oh my god! Did you guys sleep together?", escaped him with a gasp and he grinned widely.

„What? Did you really fuck her back then?", Han gasped now too, letting himself be carried away by Jeongin's excitement.

"No!" exclaimed Chan and you in sync.

"We just kissed", Chan said, by now so red in the face it was really cute.

"And we were drunk", you added.

“So you already knew each other and didn't tell us?", asked Hyunjin now, sounding hurt. Then Minho pointed at Han and Changbin.

"Those two knew about it, too."

"I thought it would be better if we forgot about it. After all, I work for you guys. It would have been unprofessional", you said quickly, squeezing Hyunjin's hand uneasily.

He had leaned forward a bit and was brushing your bare shoulder with his soft lips. Suddenly Chan stood up from his seat and you all looked at him from the floor.

"The others are right. Can we talk?", he said cautiously and you nodded slowly.

Hyunjin and Han let you out of the circle between them and you walked out the door with Chan.

"Let's talk in the studio", he said, holding the door open for you.

You sat in front of each other in silence for a full minute. He in his chair and you on the sofa. Like always. Out of sheer habit, you had slipped off your pumps and made yourself comfortable. Then finally Chan leaned forward and propped his forearms on his knees.

"Listen, what happened this morning... I mean almost happened… That’s not supposed to..."

"You're not allowed to have a relationship or even an affair. I know your contracts better than anyone, Chan", you replied.

Why was he justifying himself? You exactly knew his situation and because of that you didn't want to burden him further.

"I know that and I would never ask for that. It just happened somehow. I feel so comfortable around you. To be honest around all of the members..."

Chan raised his eyes and looked at you properly for the first time.

"I don't regret it, though."

His face was serious.

"What?"

"I wanted to kiss you so bad. Just like I want to kiss you right now."

The words stuck in your throat and all tension fell from Chan's shoulders now that he had finally said it.

"Channie, I..."

"Oh please don’t say my name like this and don't look at me like that when you dump me. I can't take it", he said with a raspy chuckle, running both hands through his hair.

That's when your mind snapped. You grabbed his pretty face with both hands and roughly pulled him closer until your lips collided. He wasted no time and grabbed you by the hips, lifting you off the couch and onto his lap as if you were a doll.

You buried your hands in his hair and deepened the kiss, finally, that suffocating tension between you fell away. Chan longed for you for so long that he almost screamed with joy. He gently stroked his tongue over your lower lip. You opened your mouth a little more and your tongues were already fighting for dominance. His chair squeaked as he slid one hand under your shirt and lightly pinched your side. The other hand pushed your skirt further up and stayed firmly against your butt.

Your lips kept bumping hard against each other and with each time you became even more addicted. When you broke away from each other, breathing heavily, he gripped your ass firmly with his hand.

You felt the bulge under you and rolled your hips slightly against his. Immediately a growl escaped him and he stroked his index finger slowly from your temple to your chin.

"I needed that", he whispered, looking at your face like a work of art.

"What do we do now?", you asked, intertwining your hands in his neck.

"Actually, I thought you had no interest in me or the others... We were just talking about you the other day..." he began, and you didn't understand a thing.

"What do you mean?"

His finger traveled further down your neck and he pulled you even closer to him.

"You know that as idols, we have very limited options. Dating and relationships don't work for us, even if we're allowed to. That's why we've come up with arrangements."

"What kind of arrangements?"

"Since we're in a very small bubble, it's easier for us to associate with only a few people we trust. Now I think you might be interested."

Indeed, your interest was piqued, even if you didn't yet understand anything he was trying to explain.

"It's like a friendship with benefits with the members. Only much more intimate and caring. Like a relationship with all of us to have fun but without the traditional restrictions…”

"You share?", you asked in wonder, and Chan laughed lightly.

"Sometimes. Every once in a while, two or three members share an arrangement, but this is the first time everyone's interested."

"You mean in an arrangement with me?"

Chan smiled gently and ran his fingers up your spine.

"Yes. But it's your decision alone. You can spend time with just one of us or all of us. You decide with whom, how far it goes, and where your boundaries are, and all of us will respect that. Even if you want to end things, you'll just have to say it and everything is back to normal."

All of this information confused you increasingly, and you still didn't quite want to grasp that he was offering you a sexual relationship with the most attractive men in the industry. Maybe even the most attractive men you have ever seen.

"Aren't there jealousy issues?", you asked cautiously.

"No. We know each other so long, and I think we all have a preference in just that, too."

"Like a fetish?", you teased him and he actually blushed.

"Maybe... Yes."

"I'll have to think about it," you finally muttered and he nodded quickly.

"Sure. Take your time. We don't have to commit to anything either and just see how it goes. You just have to be honest with each of us."

You understood that. You guessed arrangements like this didn't work any other way. But what did you know about things like that at all?

Maybe you just had to let it happen to understand.

"Even though I would like to stay here, we should go back. I'm sure the others are already worried enough", he said, and you nodded.

But before you could climb off his lap, he pulled you back again and pressed a kiss to your lips, which you immediately returned.

Then he gave you a cheeky slap on the butt when you tried to pull the skirt down again.

—

As soon as the door was closed, the boys looked at each other with wide eyes.

"What do you think they'll discuss?", asked Seungmin, and Changbin took another big sip of his Americano.

"Maybe Chan will finally ask her for an arrangement", Hyunjin muttered, looking down at his hands where the pretty girl lay a moment ago.

Jeongin straightened his back and looked as if he had just woken up as he heard the conversation about the arrangement.

"You think so?"

"Yongbok, don't look at me like that! We promised you we'd wait a few weeks, and now it's been almost three months", Hyunjin purred at the younger man, who gave him an accusing look.

Felix crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders sheepishly:

"My only condition was to get to know her better before you all pounce on her like wild animals."

A harsh laugh escaped Han, and even Changbin grinned, because Felix wasn't wrong. They've all been thinking about you a lot since you came in every day in those pretty little skirts, with those long legs and the big mesmerizing eyes. He knew all of them too well, to just trust them with you.

"So that's what we've been doing for the past few weeks", Jeongin replies, looking at the other boys.

"Right?"

Felix nods, unable to hide the fact that he was standing protectively in front of you. He just didn't want the other guys to scare you away or ruin you before he could even be a responsible friend to you. He started to like you too much in such a short time.

But he'd be lying if he said he didn't have naughty thoughts about you either. When you hugged him or he looked at your new blouses while staring at your cleavage for longer than was good for him.

He was reminded of that one day, when he accidentally saw your underwear peeking out, he spent the whole night jerking off thinking about your cunt and that pretty lips wrapped around his cock. The next morning he didn't dare to look you in the eye.

"So I know for a fact that Chan thinks she's extremely hot and thought about fucking her. And they also get along so well that you can get jealous... But maybe she just likes him as a friend", Han guessed.

"Yea... You're probably right."

Everyone was now looking at Changbin, who was trying hard to look inconspicuous but his shaky tone was more than dubious.

"If you don't tell us what you know, I swear I'll stuff this whole paper bag in your mouth!", Minho suddenly yelled, throwing the empty bag of sandwiches in his direction.

"Okay okay!"

Minho glared at him, that was enough to convince him, that he would absolutely stuff that bag in his mouth any time soon. So he told them everything:

"Today I came to the studio to work with Chan on the new track. But he was busy..."

"What do you mean?", asked Hyunjin, and it got quieter than ever in the practice room.

"He was lying on top of her and it looked like they were..."

"They were fucking?", shouted Han for the second time today, and Changbin shook his head.

"No! Not yet, anyway. But it looked pretty intimate. Maybe that's why they were acting so strange today."

Silence fell again for a moment, then Han stopped twirling the chopstick in his hand.

"So this is the first time we've all interest in the same person, huh?"

Changbin nodded, and Hyunjin raised his eyebrows as if it was out of the question for him.

Lee Know exhaled for a moment:

"Yes, of course. Have you seen the girl?"

"What about you, Felix? You've never participated in an arrangement?" asked Changbin, and the boy with freckles smiled gently.

“Yeah, I mean, she's obviously beautiful..."

"And extremely hot", Seungmin added.

„But I think she's also very kind and caring. She's smart and really cares about all of us."

"Sounds like our Lixie is head over heels in love with our manager", Jeongin teased and Felix's cheeks immediately turned red.

Hyunjin laughed and pulled him into his arms to tease him further.

„No it's not like that. I think she's precious and we cannot afford to lose her."

At that point the boys nodded in unison.

„She's definitely special", Lee Know added and at that moment the door opened and you came back in followed by Chan, who couldn’t hide his smile.

The Boys shut up immediately and looked at you two suspicious.

„It's okay! You can breath now", you giggled and sat down next to Felix and Hyunjin, before grabbing your smoothie and sucking on the straw.

Now all of them looked at Chan with questioning eyes. His cheeks were slightly red and he looked like a different person with that silly smile on his face.

„We spoke and everything is fine", he declared and you nodded.

All their clueless faces were pure gold.

„Sorry guys, but I have plenty of work to do", you said with a glance on your phone.

Han pouted and Hyunjin pierced you from the side with his eyes. As you left the room all of them stared at your ass and when you closed the door behind you, immediately turned to Chan.

„What did you talk about?", Han asked bluntly and Chan bickered before he answered:

„We just made up. Nothing special."

But none of them looked like they would believe a word he said.

„Like this morning? With you on her?", Minho asked ironically and Chan directly glared at Changbin.

„You told them?"

But the younger one just shrugged his wide shoulders.

„I had no choice. Minho threatened to kill me."

The leader sighed loudly and buried his face in his hands. To keep something secret from the boys was impossible anyway.

„Okay listen! I don't really know, what happened, but somehow she kissed me and I told her about the whole thing with the arrangement."

Now all of them were sitting straight, eyes on Chan.

„What did she say?", Han asked.

„She doesn't quite understand it yet and of course she needs time to think about it."

„So she didn't say no?", Hyunjin asked further.

When Chan shook his head, they were all equally relieved.

„But she needs time! So you will treat her with respect and will not push her into anything!”

His tone was harsh and didn't allow any arguments. Just like back then during their trainee days.

„Obviously", Hyunjin marks.

„To be clear: She would do it with each of us?", Changbin asked and Chan leaned back on the Couch.

„I don't know... Maybe."

Hyunjins stood up and stretched his arms:

„It's quite simple: Each of us has to make an effort and win her over. That's it."

„Sure, maybe for you, Prince Handsome", Changbin grumbled.

Hyunjin put some distance between himself and Changbin before he said:

"Stop bitching around. Now those muscles are finally good for something."

The members laughed loudly and bawled as Changbin jumped up and playfully chased Hyunjin around the room.

->Part 5

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[white-poppie]

ST✩RBOY: random hxh hcs

Now playing- STARBOY by The weekend ft. Killua, Kurapika, Chrollo, Illumi Tw: dissociation

💿 Kurapika

The most perfect man there is to exist!!?!!

So I know Kurapika had to almost grow up by himself, so I think he can handle household chores very well.

I would like to think that he somehow discovers baking. I just know he would be good at it <3

I just know he has super pretty cursive handwriting -sighs dreamily-

If you hug him, I know he would be so hesitant, but would slowly nuzzle deeper. If you were close to him and finally hug him, he would literally try his best to hold back tears (Please tell him, it's okay to cry!)

He smells so good omfg. I can't decide between Vanilla or some earthy smell, either way, it's so comforting yet at the same time it's like *eyes roll to the back of head*

You can read this for more scent hcs: Serenade my Senses

Call him pretty boy and he would be so shocked the first time, but as he gets used to it, he gives coy smile <33

I like the think it takes him a long time to get comfortable, but when he does it's so soft that it feels like breathing air. He is so touch-starved tho, so I can imagine him getting clingy after a while. (same bro same)

He is the knuckle and neck kisses type of dude *cue the flusters*

He hates Andrew Tate and his fans like he would go spit on them if could, this guy has the most healthy masculinity in all of anime and I love him for that.

Doesn't really understand the concept of memes tbh, he needs some explaining but he will laugh a little when you send them, he will once in a blue moon send memes but only the cat ones.

(realises how much I wrote for him while about to write more. This man has me on a chokehold frfr)

💿 Killua

He has trans-supporting t-shirts for him and Alluka. They are all matching.

Takes Alluka to pride parades! He has them sat on his shoulder the entire time too!!

Cant comfort a person even if his life depends on it. If you are crying he is just there like 🧍, awkwardly offering you some chocolate robots tho.

He just can't sit without moving every second! Literally a cat 😒

Older! Killua around 16-17 is a massive flirt! He is so quick to pull out reactions from anyone and takes a sick pleasure in it too??

Calls himself 'The Rizz lord' unironically.

His top Spotify artists would be Chase Atlantic, Mother-mother, The Scotts, Nirvana, Mitski and the Arctic Monkeys. Basically really an alt-rock/indie thing going on (us bro.)

💿 Chrollo

Mansplain, Manslaughter, Manwhore, Manipulate, Malewife ™️

Reads macabre literature like Crime and Punishment, No longer human, if we were villains, the secret history etc.

Tbh I feel like unlike how the fandom portrays him, he is a rather normal dude.

Gothic Academia ultra pro max.

Did the Soldier/Poet/King test, wanted 'king' but got 'poet'

Doesn't have pets because he thinks he can not take care of them

He loves animals tho, idk he seems the birds type of guy.

He likes the 'ominous' kind of birds more; like Ravens, Crows, Vultures and eagles.

Listens to Lana Del Ray and Maneskin, no questions asked.

Is scared of diving into conspiracy theories because he knows he would get sucked into the black hole because he is very interested in morbid things.

He is a DC fan, especially Gothan chronicles. (is that what it's called? Yk the things related to Gotham: joker, poison ivy, harlequin etc.)

Tried journalling once, failed terribly, and stopped after a week.

💿 Illumi

Oh wow, he is a difficult one to write about, but you guys love him, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I hate to say this, but I think he frequently dissociates, usually for very short periods of time, he doesn't even know it tbh, just thinks he is out of the element.

He is subconsciously under a lot of stress so his mind tries to flee from it by dissociating.

I wrote a little more about this here: Stuck in a vicious cycle

I think he likes potted plants, especially succulents. He is patient so I can see him take care of even the very difficult ones.

If he is going on a mission, he would go to his mother (because he cannot trust his siblings and father in this matter) like 'take care of my child.'

She actually manages to keep it alive somehow??

I think he knows how to do origami (he saw a child making a paper crane once and got curious.)

Illumi genuinely doesn't know how to care for his hair, he just follows whatever his mom tells him to do, so thank Kikuyo for those luscious tresses.

He has a hyper-fixation on mushrooms (not the psychedelic kind you weirdo). He knows the names of a lot of mushrooms.

Just imagine him and Hisoka taking walk and he randomly spots a mushroom and mumbles to himself 'Coprinus comatus'

and Hisoka is like:

(yes it's a bad meme, but it's the effort that counts)

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[blue-jisungs]

americano

song inspo. americano — lady gaga

summary. heeseung’s one and only goal is to catch you. so why does he fail… again?

au. idk how to call it? cyberpunk? sci-fi? villain/thief!y/n x policeman/guard!heeseung (the way i wanted to write it the other way around but seeing those pics made me think “hee mean cop agenda brrr” so yeah)

warnings. violence, guns, swearing

a/n. not gonna lie this fic is inspired by the usage of earlier mentioned song in the ‘puss in boots’ (the scene where they dance battled help i loved it as a kid), cyberpunk2077 and my one and only zanna banana’s ( @slytherinshua ) fic “fight for freedom” ALSO with heeseung in similar setting (recommend it go read it go go go)!! i actually wanted to write something like this in a while after reading yours… but i wouldn’t be myself if i didn’t turn one of the sides evil teehee!

the buzzing of the a/c was the only sound in the room, people too scared to say anything. heeseung was sitting at his desk, chin resting on his intertwined fingers as his brown, cold eyes pierced through poor niki’s soul.

“what do you mean you lost her?” heeseung asked slowly, annoyed. people knew niki is one of his favourites, which is why he was still calm (in a way). otherwise, the desks would have been flipped upside down by now.

“s-she took the engine and- and hopped on a motorcycle. the streets were too narrow to fit with our cars and-“ niki stuttered, shaking hands hidden behind his back.

“i’ll vouch for him, i was the driver” jay stepped out, causing a look from everyone “it seems she already planned this”

“so did we, jeongseong” heeseung grunted, turning around on his chair and letting out a deep sigh. his eyes meeting the pin board with all the available data and information, back up plans and all the possible escape routes.

and yet… you still managed to escape. with the engine worth ten times more than his paycheck that was supposed to be arriving to the client… in ten minutes.

“hee– sir, she mentioned something” jay spoke out quietly. sunghoon sent him a warning look but he shrugged it off. heeseung turned around, his interest piqued. with a gesture of his hand, he signalled jay to continue speaking “she said something about a rooftop”

the cold light from the led lamps shone on heeseung’s frowning face. his team watched him grab the navy jacket that was hung on his chair before he stormed out in a rush.

“prepare a good excuse why the engine haven’t arrived or you’re all getting extra paper work!” he yelled out before leaving the police station.

hopping on his motorcycle and putting on the helmet, he didn’t hesitate to break some of the speeding rules. it’s not like people in the city don’t do the same.

his grip on the throttle tightened when his mind started wandering around you. y/n. the pain in his ass.

he knew that this city is full of thieves, bandits and criminals; it was no surprise. you… you were top of the top when it came to stealing. he didn’t know that yet, but the first case in his career was a stolen engene. he was later to find out that it was you.

years passed by when he got promoted, one of the cases when he finally caught you. it was an emotional night, he almost died but it was a price of catching you, his nemesis. to you it was no surprise heeseung was the policeman who was always on your back but he… he was bewildered. the thief he was trying to catch for the past two years was you… y/n? his high school crush?

with your capture came another promotion, etc etc. he put his soul in interviewing you but nothing. you didn’t spill nothing and in fact, you only flirted with him. his younger self was freaking out but the heeseung he was now just wanted to know if you’re working alone.

and if you were… he was impressed. maybe he shouldn’t, but after your escape from the prison… he certainly was. well, mostly pissed. but heeseung is an ambitious man and promised himself to catch you again.

which wasn’t that easy, considering you disappeared into thin air… until today.

they, protocol team, was typed as a security transfer of an engine. the thing in this city was that all the rich people wanted to have the best cars. which meant high quality parts, including engines. the market was skyrocketing, drawing attention to thieves and punks. so when an engine was custom made for the mayor, it was their job to transfer it safely. because such hi-tech engine, in wrong hands, could lead to the grow of, well… advanced technology in gangs. which he definitely didn’t want to happen.

and the engine wasn’t usual either. it’s not the engine, the heavy part that’s in every car. it’s called engine because a small part, sometimes slightly bigger than a thumb, controls the whole car. with all the programs installed on it, the owner could put on bulletproof windows, break the speed limit and who knows what else.

arriving at the building, he took off the helmet and left it. there was a possibility it’ll be stolen but currently, he didn’t care.

jumping over the steps – and thanks to the hours spent at the gym – he was at the very top of the building in no time.

the city, even in the middle of the night, was alive and noisy. neon lights blinking in various colors, chatter of people and loud music coming from the clubs.

he looked around the roof, a pang hitting his heart. the roof where he confessed to you. now he’d take you to the restaurant, candles and wine… but he was just a teenager with no money back then. now–

“hi there, mr policeman”

his gaze snapped back, realising you somehow kept hidden.

“give it back” he grunted, approaching you.

“heeseung, why so tense?” you hummed, swiftly stepping back but careful enough to approach the edge of the building.

“because you piss me off and make my life literal hell” heeseung hissed, checking if he brought his gun. he did.

“that’s so sweet of you. give me one reason why i even should think about giving you the engine back?” you tilted your head with a playful smile.

him and you both knew you were right. there was literally nothing he could offer you, especially as the number one priority on their haunting list.

“well…” he started, realising you’re fidgeting the engine in your hands. the neon wires lit up a bit due to the warmth of your hand.

“well?” you teased, the cyber parts of your right palm reflecting the shine.

“name it, then. why’d you get me here in the first place?” he scoffed, crossing his arms and scanning your figure.

the cyber parts transplantation wasn’t illegal… well, those that were destined for illegal things were, at least. for example, last time you were at the police station and they did a body scan, it showed them you have all the tools needed to unlock a lock just in your pointer finger. the middle finger was a lighter… and so on. and it was only two years ago. it frightened him to think what other modifications you had made in the mean time.

“well… i was bored you see. i really like you heeseung. and our little play dates where you try to catch me and all” you clicked your tongue “you were such a cutie patootie in high school… maybe if the things didn’t turn out as they did, we’d be together? who knows?”

“y/n… it’s not to late. if you change, i can help you. i really can” heeseung said, voice stern.

“i think… it’s my nature, heeseung” you scoffed, letting a deep breath “maybe one day. will you wait for me?”

he poked his cheek with his tongue. damn his stupid heart and his stupid feelings for you.

“i will” he breathed out. you halted, eyes piercing him curiously.

“that’s… a relief. but for now–“ you fixed your hair “don’t try to catch me, i’m living at the edge of the law”

“what?” he asked, eyes widening.

“you look handsome today, mr policeman” you smiled, satisfaction sinking in. you slowly passed him by, patting his arm “see you at another date, hm? what was that you were thinking earlier…? restaurant, candles…? sounds like a plan to me”

“w-what?” heeseung stuttered and turned around, looking as you walked away. he was completely frozen.

“see you later, heeseungie!” you called, throwing the engine up and catching it mid air.

heeseung watched you calmly walk away, with the thing he was supposed to obtain. and his heart. he knew you’ll be back and yet, he felt at ease letting you go. well, run away from him. again.

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[bokyong]

- How They Convey Their Love

- Stray Kids Reaction

(Not really a reaction but idk what to call it)

Things Stray Kids would do to convey their love

Stray Kids (Boyfriend) x Fem Reader

Fluff - Angst (For Seungmin’s part i’m sorryy (again)

Word Count - 2k+

(Not capitalized on purpose)

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♡CHAN♡

- Composes tracks with you

this boy would totally let you sit in his lap and watch him compose a track. no matter the time of day, he’ll always let you snuggle up with a blanket in his lap or on the couch while he makes his magic. “sweetie, would an a minor or a major work best with this?” he asks while he plays both chords for you. “what’s the difference..” you grumble, smiling at the look of mock offense he gave you. “there’s a big difference!” he retorts, glueing his eyes back to the computer screen and muttering a few words of “the nerve of this girl sometimes..” as he clicks his tongue. you lightly giggle, apologizing and flashing your puppy eyes at him which he could never not forgive. if you’re on his lap, he holds your hand over the mouse, showing you what to do to make background music and how to add the vocals in. one of the major pros of having a boyfriend like chan means you get to listen to the other members heavenly vocals before anyone else. although, even with him demonstrating how to add everything, you still can’t seem to figure it out. “i give up!” you whine, flopping your body onto him in defeat. how does that man make it look so easy? “you’ll get it soon,” he comforts, “potentially..” he adds in a teasing tone. you groan, softly smacking his arm as you both laugh.

♡MINHO♡

- Cuddles 24/7

i whole heartedly see this man as a cuddle type of guy. it doesn’t matter when or what you guys are doing, he just loves to embrace you and to bury his head in your shoulder to smell the lingering scent of perfume you put on. especially if you two are in bed. he takes your body in his arms, squeezing you tight and planting kisses anywhere he can reach. “minho!” you giggle, surprised at the sudden outburst of affection from your boyfriend. he whines a bit, nestling up to you and allowing your head to fall on his chest. “don’t talk about it,” he whimpers, a coat of blush barely dusting his cheeks, even if he loved it, he couldn’t bear to mention it out of pure embarrassment. he already endured a shit ton of teasing from his members when they walked in on you guys. they’re always surprised to see minho being so touchy with someone. he mutters a sheepish “fuck off..” to whoever teases him about his affection, mainly shown to you only. even if he wouldn’t admit it, anyone could tell how much he loved you.

♡CHANGBIN♡

- Let’s you accompany him to the gym

we all know seo changbin is by far one of strongest people you know. he could probably pick you up and throw you with one hand easily. well, if he wants to maintain those muscles, he has to visit the gym.. a lot! of course, he lets his girlfriend tag along. most of the time, you just sit and observe, occasionally sneaking in a few photos to tease him with. although, sometimes, changbin will drag you next to him, trying to teach you how to maneuver the heavy weights. “it’s easy,” he begins. “you just lift them up and keep them near your chest, don’t drop them.” he states, demonstrating like it was a piece of cake. it wasn’t.. the moment your arms touched the metal equipment and lifted them into the air, they were coming back down just as quickly. your boyfriend laughed at your failed attempt, catching the heavy object before it fell to the ground. “that was a lot harder than i expected..” you muttered under your breath, emitting a snort from the muscular boy as he continued his workout. how did he do it so easily? you would never know.. and you weren’t planning on figuring it out anytime soon.

♡HYUNJIN♡

- Sleeps with you after a nightmare

it’s an often occurrence where you’re hopping over to hyunjin, whining about the nightmare that scared you awake. you quietly waddle over to the couch, where he sleeps when he gets home late, in fear he’ll wake you up if he were to get in bed with you. “jinnie..” you pout, clinging onto his arm in fright that the monster in your dream would appear before your very own eyes. “hm?” he mutters, eyelids slowly fluttering open, barely being able to see you in the dark. you stare at his slightly muscled arm which you were still gripping onto, “i’m scared..” you told your boyfriend, looking around the pitch black room, seemingly frightening you more. he tiredly looks up at you, eyes squinted while in a sleepy state, “why, honey?” he asks, blindly reaching for the hand he felt on his arm and holding it in his. “nightmare,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper, gazing at the boys body which you so badly wanted to cuddle into. “hyunjin-ah!” you whimper, shaking him after he almost nods off to sleep again. you watch as he rises off the couch, leading your hand, which was still in his, into your bedroom. without a word, he flops onto the bed in exhaustion, leaving an empty slot next to him which you eagerly take. his eyes were already closed but you could see the faint smile on his lips when he felt the bed dip next to him. through the dark room, you could see his outstretched arms, patiently waiting for someone to fill the empty space. you carefully rest into the open area he had created for you as you felt his hands drop to your back, rubbing circles and immersing you in a comforting hug. “don’t be scared, baby,” he whispers, “i’m right here..” he states with a hint of tiredness evident in his voice. you snuggle up to him, burying your head into his warm chest before slowly dozing off in the warm environment your boyfriend made. “sweet dreams..” he mumbled, even though he knew you couldn’t hear him.

♡JISUNG♡

- Youtube and hugsss

jisung will literally find ANY excuse to hug you every second of his life. “what now?” you laugh when he wraps you in yet another cozy bear hug. he looks up at you with sparkling eyes, “w-well..” he stutters, unsure of what excuse to use this time. “so?” you question, waiting for an answer you knew you wouldn’t receive. “shut up!” he whines, pushing his head into your body and squeezing you tight. you pretend to hate it but both you and him knew you would do anything to be embraced by this cuddly quokka. he returned his eyes back to yours, making a pleading face by puffing out his cheeks and slightly pouting his bottom lip. how could you resist that? “ugh! fine! only because you’re cute..” you groan dramatically. you took his hand, which was wrapped around your torso, and played with the silver rings that decorated his slim fingers. eventually, you leaned back into the couch, away from his grip, after your macbook buzzed with the new “stray kids code episode 3” notification. you loved watching it with your boyfriend, always playfully scolding his reckless behavior. he, of course, followed you down, nestling into your side and hiding his face to brace himself for the embarrassment he knew he would face. surely, the two of you teased and laughed until the video ended. those were some of your favorite moments with your boyfriend.

♡FELIX♡

- Bakes for/with you

you knew how much felix loved to bake. whether it was brownies, cookies, really anything, he always loved baking them for you. this man is so observant, he knows whatever emotion you’re feeling just by looking at your face. if he sees a small pout after recognizing how much of a bad day you’d had, he’ll drag you into the kitchen, taking out the necessary ingredients for your favorite dessert. if it’s one of those days where you’re just collapsed of tiredness on the couch, he’ll simply bake by himself. this sunshine filled boy either runs over to you, or leads you to sit down once it’s ready and makes you politely ask for the delicious dish. “y/n, what do you say?” he says with the widest smile plastered on his freckled face. “please ‘lix!” you laugh after he begs you to “use the magic word”. yongbok examines your face very closely once you’ve taken the first bite, hoping for a satisfying reaction. you haven’t let him down once, always letting out an “mmm!” while your face is stuffed with whatever treat he’s made. “thank you, baby!” you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in for a well deserved kiss.

♡SEUNGMIN♡

- Comforts you on bad days

now, seungmin wasn’t an idiot when it came to sentiments. he could read you like a book, no matter how much you try to appear happy. “y/n come here.” he said after you tried escaping into your bedroom. he noticed you sulking the minute you walked in through the door and he knew for a fact if you went in that room alone, you would cry your eyes out. “min, i’m just tired..” you lied, pushing the door to your room open. “i didn’t ask, now come here.” he urged. you turned to face him, about to make another excuse until you saw him seated in the couch with his arms wide open. you let out a sad whine, making your way over to him and flopping down on his figure, hugging him closely. he draped his hands around you, returning the hug and soothingly rubbing your back. “what’s wrong, honey?” he asked once he heard a light sniffle coming from you. you whimpered, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. “noo, sweetie!” he said, wiping away the tear that had escaped from your eye and was now rolling down your cheek. “you can talk to me, i love you..” he assured, leaning your head into his shoulder and massaging your scalp. “bad day,” you mumbled in a shaky voice, letting all your tears fall onto the shoulder of his t-shirt as you silently cried. you really didn’t want him to know you were currently sobbing on him.. but something about the way he comforted you made it impossible to maintain your tears. he could feel a wet spot beginning to form where your head was. it hurt him to know you were trying to hide your feelings from him. he was sure it was the guilt you felt, even if you had done nothing wrong. he patted your head, resting his chin on you. “listen y/n.. i’m never going to leave your side. you can cry on me all night if it makes you feel better. but, please don’t feel like you have to go through this alone..” he said, his own voice trembling a little. “i love you so much, baby” you sobbed into him, recounting how horrible your day had been as he listened and nodded sympathetically the whole time.

♡JEONGIN♡

- Lets you sleep in his shirts

sure, it may seem a bit odd, but it’s one of yours and his favorite ways to show love. if he’s ever on a trip for work, or just to see his family in busan, he’ll basically lend you his whole wardrobe! besides the clothes he takes with him, obviously. he facetimes you when he’s about to board his plane, telling you how much he loves you and how he already misses you. “well.. my closet is always an option,” he giggles, quickly hanging up with a quick “love you, bye!” these words are more than an invitation for you to sneak in and steal a shirt or two from him. you like the comfy, oversized ones because they remind you the most of him. you dress in it when you’re about to go to sleep, burying your head in the soft fabric, scented of his cologne. you curl up in bed with his blanket wrapped around your body and drift off, feeling much more safe with his belongings embraced around you.

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[matan4il]

911 ep 702 first watch reactions

Man, IDK. Maybe I shouldn't be writing about this. I'm an Israeli. I'm currently living a continuous trauma. The end of 701 already felt a bit difficult for me. The start of 702 was even more so. And maybe I don't have the right to speak about this, being Israeli and watching a show that is American.

But then I think... yeah, it's an American show, but it is made knowing it will be aired internationally, including in Israel. It's an American show, and plenty of American Jews have family and friends in Israel, maybe they had a similar reaction to mine. It's an American show, and I am not American, I am probably not someone they keep in mind when they make it, but I am a human being, and as such, I have the right to share my experience. Even if it is unique, and not one single other viewer felt the way I did when watching 702, even if no one else reads or gets this. We are all valid as human beings, with our unique experiences, and that does include me.

It was hard for me, seeing civilians being held hostage at gun point, when 134 of our hostages are still kept in captivity, and when I heard so many testimonies from people about the many hours they spent staring down the barrel of a gun, or being under siege.

It was hard seeing people made to kneel with rifles pointed at their heads, then Norman, a character we've gotten to know more than the average vic on this show, being shot. There's a specific vid from Oct 7 that this made me think of. It was CCTV footage, showing a girl who was fleeing Hamas terrorists, and they ended up with one catching up to her, she was on her knees, the terrorist was aiming his rifle at her head, and she was begging for her life. He let her go on like that for several long and excruciating to watch seconds, where it was like... maybe it won't happen, maybe he won't shoot. Then he shot her anyway, and her body fell back from the impact of the shot, and then to the ground.

It was hard seeing Hen's decision in the field being questioned, by others and at times herself, while thinking of all the soldiers and commanders who are being questioned, and are questioning themselves, on whether they made the right calls on the day of Hamas' massacre, and the days leading up to it, which enabled the brutal, torturous murder of so many. I've even seen civilians do that, like Rami Davidian, who's being interviewed by many for being a hero, driving into the scene of carnage repeatedly to save others, most of them strangers, and at least once I heard him saying he feels guilty and sorry for all the people he failed to save.

It was hard watching Bobby and Athena saying their last goodbye to each other, when I have spent almost half a year listening to people sharing their last conversations with their loved ones, and watching too many saying their last goodbye at funerals. I just recently wrote about Libby Cohen Meguri's last phone call to her family, when she had already been shot, and all she wanted was to tell them that she loves them, but her mom was too in denial.

I feel like I should say something about the storytelling, about how great the show is again, how this is a multi-ep disaster done right, with the correct balance between the regular emergencies, the big one, and the personal lives of our protagonists with their familial love for each other, with a great build up, both from one ep to the next, and within the eps themselves... A part of me does notice and is happy about that.

But most of me just can't. That's trauma for you, I guess. And to borrow the words of one Eddie Diaz, I'm scared that I will never feel normal again.

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[noeggets]

Noeggets has a lot of deep thoughts about Shadow's characterization

it's so sad that Shadow was only a project to gerald, like we all joke /think that Shadow was "part of the family" but he was only a cure to Maria, that man was not as good a person as we think he was IM NOt SAYING HE WAS BAD but i usually see him depicted as super super kind to Shadow but i was reading the lore of SA2 and watching an analysis video and if the president never asked him to make whatever he asked him to make Shadow very well would not have been created.

It's so dark and so sad, like he manipulated Shadow when he went insane how do you think it feels to Shadow to know the person who made him didn't truly love him? like neither of the things that created/help create Shadow really truly loved him, he's only a cure, he's just a thing to reach immortality, he very well could be immortal himself, Shadow i don't think he can die cause he was created to not be able to catch any disease and be immortality it's self.

How do you think that feels? to just be a thing? Biolizard is just a failed attempt at making Shadow based on Chaos, those Chaos things in the ARK are failed attempts at Shadow also based on Chaos, i never knew this until i read the wiki 2 days ago SA2 has such a dark story i feel so bad for Shadow

re-thinking what i used to think about IDW Shadow lemme explain

And now that i know all this about Shadow the way he acts in IDW makes a little more sense to me, we all thought he was stupid when Sonic said "don't touch those zobot guys you'll turn into one" and Shadow was all "yeah, i dont care this wont effect me" HE WAS LIKE THIS FOR TWO REASONS

he was mad at Sonic cause his whole thing i want to achieve world peace i already talked about how IDW Shadow doesn't have as much compassion as the Shadow we all know from any other game but this is Eggman we're talking about, with everything Eggman's done up to this point do you think Shadow believes there is any good in him when he rarely does anything good Shadow has seen? Time eater, Sonic unleashed, Shadow is not ignorant to Eggman waking up a monster inside the planet everybody whether we seen them or not knows sonic unleashed happen, Sonic brings up sonic unleashed in IDW so it canonly happened. i remember reading that Knuckles and Shadow were gonna be in Sonic unleashed and if that's true SHADOW IS AWARE OF THIS

Eggman is a threat to the world to Shadow but he allowed the doctor to be cause Sonic keeps him check, Sonic is starting to be "unable" to keep him in check from Shadow's view, Shadow was there in forces, he witness what Eggman did to greenhill, he fought infinite who is a merc hired by Eggman mercs off people, Shadow is trying to save people that's his whole thing. After what happen to Shadow in Episode Shadow in forces do you think Shadow would hold any sympathy for Eggman the next time he physically see's him? After what he did to the world, after what he did to Omega? right in front of his eyes? Using Infinite to corrupt Omega and scare him Shadow cares about Omega that's his friend i had a point but i forgot it dang it anyway Shadow was in the war,

i remembered it a little bit i think i think i was gonna say something about when GUN sent Shadow to rescue Omega idk i haven't touched forces in sometime, and Shadow didn't come back as well as Omega. Eggman immobilized Shadow Shadow does not think the world is safe with Eggman around i think that was my point i don't remember...

ANYWAY that's why when Shadow came to see mr tinker he was pissed that Sonic allowed Eggman to be, this is dangerous to Shadow. when Shadow was getting mad at Sonic cause Sonic was preaching let Mr. Tinker live Shadow was thinking about the bigger picture: This man is terrorizing people and the only way to keep everyone safe is getting rid of him, this may be the only chance we get, but he let him live because Sonic explained that Shadow did bad things in the past as well so does that mean Shadow gets to go down with Eggman?

Shadow was mad at Sonic and the mess he made, Shadow was being compassionate i just didn't see it or understand it until now, it shocked him greatly when he was consumed by metal virus because he truly believed he could not catch a disease, this is a disease, so he wasn't being stupid i will admit he should have been more cautious not to put it to the test if it would work on him but Shadow was so sure he couldn't catch it, cause he believed he can't catch any KNOWN diseases this was a new disease his body wasn't created to understand therefore it works on him.

We thought SEGA didn't know what they were doing when they were writing IDW Shadow BUT THEY KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING people probably don't even care or remember about when that issue came out and everyone got so mad that Shadow was written "wrong" and being "stupid" but now that i have a understanding i think understand what he was doing and his thought process.

Shadow is moving up on my favorite list for this i feel so bad for Shadow F in the chat for Shadow his story is so sad like really. also heres an old thing i did that's really valid now

#shadow the hedgehog #sonic idw #Sonic #sth #character analysis

[skrill999]

Wow there is nothing on the invincible tag. Guess I am one of the first people to see it (I mean what kind of Loser would stay up until midnight just to see a dumb cartoon) well I did and now I want to talk about it.

Anyways Invincible S2E5 is good and I recommend it (if you like Invincible that is)

HEAVY Spoilers ahead!!!!!

"My pizza's getting cold" man we just thought it would be a fun quippy chill episode. I mean I remember when Rex said "surely there won't be two massive disasters at the same time" like Dude Rex! Don't say that! You're just setting yourself up for disaster.

They killed DupliKate!!! And Shrinking Rae!!! Nooo! I know they didn't get too much detail to their characters but I was enjoying them!! As I was watching the battle I was thinking "Surely DupliKate has a master copy that she keeps out of battle" but it the battle when I saw she was stuck in the lizards grasp I saw how scared she was and that made me realize she might not. Though now that I am thinking about it she still might but idk. Still!! For all intents and purposes they killed her!!!

Also that moment where Rex was getting the sh*t beaten out of him and Shrinking Rae came to help and she went in his mouth and Rex said

"You know she doesn't stay small"

I thought that was so cool and was just waiting for her to come out so cool and then... she didn't. That was shocking and that's when I realized just how f*cked the situation really is. It was quite interesting to see him on such a backfoot while he was fighting and panicking. Very brave I will say that. Does he even have powers? I think he can make explosives but I don't know if that's just his gadgets. That was an interesting (cathartic?) moment where him losing his hand was what took down that other guy. But wow he is so fucked. What can he even do to get out of this?

Also I don't know when Rex became my favorite character but he *surprise* did have a moment of not being an asshole. You know when he was talking to Eve and giving her a pep talk (with ulterior motives of course but still it was nice)

Also yeah on the other end of everyone is getting fucked, the A-team is also fucked but it has bigger consequences then potentially just one person dying. (Don’t get me wrong I like Rex and DupliKate and Shrinking Rae but they are just 3 people and surely there are other heroes to take care of the Lizard League, it's down to it's last member, right?) If the A-Team fail then potentially all of Earth is doomed.

It is funny to me how shapechanger really thought he was fooling people. Though when he was speaking to the Martians his speech did not come off anymore naturally so now I wonder if he is as alien to the other Martians as he is to the earthlings. It does seem like he doesn't fit in with them either.

If you have gotten through this word salad that I call my flow of thoughts immediately after watching that episode, I am impressed. There is no organization to it. Anyways I have not read the comics, nor do I ever intend on doing so (at least not while the show is coming out) so I would appreciate no spoilers. But hey I would love to hear other people's thoughts. Perhaps there will be more activity on this tag when I wake up tommorrow (or today, whatever)

I bid you all a goodnight or goodmorning and good week wait for the next episode. :)

#invincible #invincible spoilers #invincible season 2 #my thoughts

[lovesickonmybed]

Idk if you write male stories but how about Eddie giving Steve a wedgie as a joke; but then Steve moans

We Don't Fight Fair - Steddie | 18+

Summary: Eddie gets a little too drunk after a gig and is a menace to Steve as he tries to take care of him.

Warnings: Drunk Eddie, wedgies, sexual content, mediocre writing.

Word Count: 1138

A/N: I haven’t written any male stories in so long so if this is bad I’m so sorry!! I'm very excited to start writing again though.

Eddie was a little drunk, Corroded Coffin had their biggest crowd yet at The Hideout and he had to celebrate. However, he may have celebrated a little too hard, he was one too many shots deep when Steve had to drag him away from trying to play another song. His arm slung around Eddie’s waist as he hauls him away from the stage, practically acting as security for The Hideout.

“C’mon Stevie, they loved me! Just one more!” Eddie pleads, slurring his words slightly. His cheeks are flush and he tries, and fails, to make his way back onto the stage. He tries to make a break for it but Steve just grabs him tighter.

“Eddie, your band is already gone! As great as you are, I doubt these people need an encore right now!” Steve argues, dragging Eddie to the door with ease. The sight is ridiculous, Steve in his preppy polo shirt dragging Eddie, his belly button piercing and hip tattoos on display thanks to his low rise jeans and cropped tank top.

“Stevie baby, they looooove me,” Eddie giggles, grabbing Steve’s face in his hands, squishing his cheeks. 

Steve rolls his eyes and pulls Eddie's hand off his face. He finally gets Eddie out the door, “They did earlier, I doubt they’ll love you when you’re drunk off your ass trying to slur your way through another Dio song. Trust me you’re better when you’re sober.” 

“Shut up! I’m great when I’m drunk!” Eddie begins mumbling the lyrics to Eat Your Heart Out by Dio, slurring his way through it just like Steve said he would. His theatrical hand movements that he always makes while he sings make it a little more difficult for Steve to wrangle him but he’s definitely dealt with worse before. 

Robin was way worse after the class graduation party, he had never been covered in so much puke in his life. As it turns out if you put your drunk best friend over your shoulder to carry her out to your car then she will in fact puke down your back! He’s still slightly traumatized from that. 

“Steve, don't you just love my singing? I bet I could make it big time,” Eddie giggles, knocking his head into Steve’s shoulder.

“Your singing is great Eds, I know you’ll make it big time. But right now why don’t you focus on helping me get you into the car so we can get you home safe? Can you do that for me?”

“Hmm what do I get out of it?” Eddie asks, smiling mischievously up at Steve.

“You get home safely and you don’t end up getting banned from the only bar that lets you play right now. That sounds pretty nice if you ask me,” Steve says, trying to convince Eddie to behave.

“Yeah, yeah, sounds nice Steve,” Eddie mumbles, starting to cooperate with Steve.

Steve unlocks the van and helps Eddie into the passenger seat, “Such a gentleman,” Eddie giggles.

Steve chuckles and gets into the drivers side, he looks over at Eddie who is digging through his tapes to find something to put on, “Hey, put your seatbelt on, we get pulled over enough in this thing as it is.” 

“Whatever you say, dad,” Eddie says sarcastically, buckling up and continuing to dig through his tapes.

Steve starts up the van and starts on the way to Eddie's trailer. Eddie finally finds a tape to listen to and puts on Songs The Lord Taught Us by The Cramps. He turns the volume up way too loud and sings ever louder, causing Steve to turn the volume all the way down. “Eddie, what the hell?! I’m trying to drive, are you trying to scare the shit out of me or something?” He yells.

“Oh come on Steve, I just wanna listen to some good music,” Eddie pouts.

“Just listen to it a little bit quieter man!”

“Fine, fine…”

Eddie is respectful for the rest of the ride, listening to the music and singing along much quieter.

Once they arrive back at Eddie’s trailer Eddie hops out of the van, almost eating shit on the gravel of his driveway. He runs towards the door, waiting for Steve to hurry up and lock up the van and unlock the door. “Come on Stevie, I need to piss!” Steve throws Eddie the house keys and locks up the van. Eddie runs inside and heads straight for the bathroom.

Steve comes inside and locks up, he heads to Eddie’s room and starts to change his clothes, he strips off his shirt and jeans, grabbing a pair of Eddie's sweatpants to wear for the night. He’s bent over and slipping on the sweatpants when Eddie dashes up behind him and giggles.

“Tighty whities, really Harrington?” Eddie teases.

Before Steve can even think of a response Eddie grabs Steve's waistband, curling his fingers around the band and pulling up hard. The white cotton shoots up, lodging itself between his cheeks. Steve’s eyes screw shut and his cheeks go red, before he can stop himself he lets out a soft moan. 

Eddie freezes, still holding Steve’s waistband in his hands. He doesn’t know what to say or what to do. Steve is in full panic mode, his pants are down and his underwear is stuck between his cheeks, and he just moaned from a goddamn wedgie.

“D-Did you just-” 

“Shut up.”

Eddie bites his lip and tugs at Steve’s waistband again, forcing the fabric further up his ass. This time Steve whines pathetically, he can feel himself getting hard no matter how much he tries to fight it. He’s imagining all the worst things he can to try and make it go away but it’s no use.

“You like this don’t you, Stevie?” Eddie teases.

“S-Shut up…please…”

“Make me, wedgie boy,” Eddie laughs.

Steve doesn’t bother hiding his arousal now, groaning, “Fuck…”

Eddie laughs, “This gets you off doesn’t it? So fucking ironic, you used to be King Steve, your friends would go around terrorizing people, giving them wedgies but you just watched. Bet you wished it was you getting the wedgies, huh?”

“I-I-” Steve has no idea how to respond, nobody was ever supposed to find out that he liked this. It was supposed to stay between him and his underwear drawer. 

Eddie pulls one more time before shoving Steve onto his bed, face first. “I’m gonna remember this for later, Stevie. For now why don’t you pick your tighty whities out of your ass...nerd,” He mocks.

Steve has never felt more embarrassed and turned on in his life, his cock is hard and his face is flush. “Can you take care of my other problem, Eds?” Steve asks, nodding down towards his hard on.

“I guess I could show you some pity, wedgie boy.”

#wedgie kink #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie #steddie fic #steddie drabble

[nishipostitz]

you or them saying “id give you head” as a (not)joke

pairing - gn!reader x kags, ushi, tendou, kenma, oikawa, tsuki and bo

tw!! slight suggestive themes, nothing too sexy sexy,

lets start with the guys that would be on the receiving end

kags 🫶

he is flustered..!! “p-pardon?!” you put your hands on both sides of his head, jokingly pushing his head down. “or would you like it the other way?” you ask. he wants to just melt away. ‘this is so embarrassing’ he thinks. “youre joking” he says softly. and you chuckle. “idk. i might not be” you replied. “throughout my life, ive spent it with you” he starts off. and youre starting to get scared(not) that he could be agreeing. “and you’ve never had a bf. that just means you have little experience. i wouldnt take head from a newbie” your expression drops. “so YOUVE received?” “possibly?” the remaining of the day was spent with you chasing kageyama around still thinking he never told you. even though he lied.

ushi 💪

would probably be like; “you cant. im just too much” which makes you gag. his reply didnt make you back off. “whatever, go big or go home, yk?” you said with a smirk and tying your hair up. now, ushi is scared. ‘either everything goes down the drain, or it could go really well!’ he thought trying to stay positive. the higher beings may have listened to his prayers and gave him the latter.  he has his dream gf, just no head 😔

kenma 🤘

just literally says “then get under the desk and get it over with” he honestly doesnt care. free head? sure! “you really thought i meant that?” you asked. he looked over at you, “you really think i wouldnt get your pranks after being friends with you for so long?” you pouted. another failed prank. when will he ever fall for anything? this just left you to find new ways to prank him.

tendou 🙌

i mean. well. ok look. “id love to have your head. it’d be a great trophy!” “seriously?” he nodded. you ended up crying into a pillow whilst he laughed. dont worry he also felt bad. so to make up to you, he gave you head.. 😳

now the ones saying it

OIKAWA HANDS DOWN.

so.. yeah…well you see. WHOS NAÏVE ENOUGH TO DECLINE HEAD FROM THE GREAT KING. yeah he said it as a joke. but after your “yes, my king” and a few simple seconds of teeth against teeth. it was no longer a joke.

tsukiblalala 👏

boi- anyways. uhm. well. HAH. you were laughing so HARD. you were in the middle of an online CLASS. and luckily, the mic was off. but you started laughing so hard and couldnt hear your teacher calling your name. “i dont get why youre laughing so much. because i should help and give you a head with your assignments” oh so he didnt understand that phrase. but you continued laughing anyways(actually he did understand. and this part was foreshadowing the next)

bokuto 🤞

oml. he’s- AGHHHHHH. baby. we must protect. you were struggling with homework and he asked “do you want head? i could help! i might not be the best at studying, but i can help ease your stress!” what he meant was; instead of asking if you needed a hand, which was useless, he asked if you needed a head. which was basically two brains to make work easier. it made sense in his brain. but for you, oh man. it took a lot of explaining for him to understand. as he now understood, “you still want head?” HES SO CUTE IM DYING.

hopefully this was enjoyable and not confusing 🤲

#bokuto fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction #fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #anime boy #fluff #haikyuu comedy #fanfic #kenma fanfic #ushijima drabble #oikawa x y/n #tendou fluff #kageyama headcanons #kageyama #tsukishima x y/n #tsukkishima x reader #bokuto koutarou #oikawa headcanons #ushijima fluff #kenma fluff #kageyama x you #haikyuu tsukishima

[thetarttfuldickhead]

As much as I love Roy telling Jamie he’s proud of him (and then maybe not punching him in the face aftewards, idk, could be a thing) I’ve also grown partial to the idea of Jamie telling Roy that he’s proud of him, ‘cause well, Roy needs a bit of that too, I think.

I haven’t got the details figured, but maybe something vaguely along the lines of the ending to the “My Fallen Idol” episode of Scrubs, where Dr. Cox (having failed to save several of his patients) is depressed, drunk and not talking while unshaven and wrapped in a blanket on his couch. JD shows up, gives him a quiet but heartfelt peptalk and tells him he’s proud of him, because even after so long as a doctor Dr. Cox still cares enough to take it that hard when things go wrong.

So say Roy fucks something up. It’s not necessarily his fault; he does his best given the circumstances or acts unwittingly, but it goes tits up and he ends up making a mess of things. Not a “people died” mess, but still really quite bad. (I honestly don’t know what this could be. Maybe something slightly careless he says blowing up in the media and somehow really fucking over a young footballer? Maybe something else entirely. That’s not the important part.)

And this is Roy, who cares so very deeply but is so very unkind to himself, and the guilt and fucking shame of having fucked someone (especially a young someone!) over like that, particularly when he’s already struggling with the feeling that he can’t change for the better, that he’ll always be the same fucking idiot I’ve always been? Yeah, I don’t think he’d deal very well. He also, and obviously, wouldn’t want to talk about it.

And depending on how much hurt (and comfort) you want from this, you could either simply have Roy pull a Roy and retreat to an ice bath, and Jamie letting himself in like Ted once did, and giving a little (slightly clumsy but very earnest) speech about how fucking proud he is of Roy, and Roy has no fucking idea how to handle all the emotions that inspire, but, yeah. It helps.

Or you can drag it out a bit and have Roy stubbornly insisting he is fine and hiding behind his usually gruff exterior, only he’s not doing fine and eventually he shows up at training still drunk from trying to drown his self-loathing in way too much whisky, and Rebecca takes him home and tries to talk to him, and when that doesn’t work she calls Keeley, and Keeley’s a comfort, she always is, but this time it’s not enough (or just too early). Jamie shows up after training, bringing dinner, and he sits down next to Roy and, again, brings out the speech. It doesn’t magically make everything right, because how could it, but it’s enough to start from. Enough to give Roy the courage to begin anew.

Or if you really want to dial that angst right up, we can have Jamie – like JD in the Scrubs episode – put off visiting, making comments about how it was fucking unprofessional showing up to Nelson Road like that, Roy would have had their heads if they’d tried pulling anything like it, so why should the gaffer get special consideration? Beard and Rebecca and Nate and Isaac and his sister and Keeley all take turns sitting with Roy while he quietly stews in despair on his couch, but Jamie is inconspicuously absent.

Until he isn’t, because of course he relents in the end, and he shows up to tell Roy that yeah, he made it out like he was angry with Roy for showing up drunk, but really he was freaked out because Roy’s always been so fucking strong and Jamie’s always counted on and leaned on that strenght, back when he was a kid and they didn’t know each other and back when they were teammates and fighting all the time and most of all since Roy became his coach and his best friend. Like, Jamie knows Roy isn’t perfect – like, really man, you are not– but Roy’s strenght has been a constant and a comfort in Jamie’s life and having to face that fact Roy isn’t some sort of superhero… that scared him, yeah. But that’s Jamie’s problem, not Roy’s, and so he’s here to tell Roy how fucking proud he is of him, for how much he fucking cares and how hard he works at being there for all of them, even though he thinks he’s no good at it. But you are, yeah? Fucking good at it. But that’s not the really important bit, anyway. The important bit is that you’ve always kept trying, even when that meant doing stuff you fucking hated or were scary or hard. ‘Cause it isn’t easy for you, this shit, but you keep at it anyway, because you care, and that’s… Dead proud of you for that, Roy. Really am.  

#just #stuff i think roy both needs and deserves to hear #and i’ll pull out any contrived scenario i can think off to make it happen #and though roy would not admit it #jamie and jamie's opinion mean hell of a lot to him these days #and jamie is one of the very few people who would brave roy's ROYNESS #to not only see what he needs but to also feel confident enough to offer it #roy kent #jamie tartt #roy & jamie #my stuff