#imagine being the guy who fucked up so bad. everything was your fault. youre the cause of everything that went wrong

[sadisthetic]

jaya....? (sike. its skybound bad end au. in which jay fails miserably but “nya” never dies. can you imagine?)

#jay walker #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #technically delara. #ninjago #jaya #lol.................. #skybound #my art #im not that satisfied with this piece but man. the concept tho #CAN YOU IMAGINE? IT REALLY SAD. IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY. #imagine being the guy who fucked up so bad. everything was your fault. youre the cause of everything that went wrong #all your friends are dead. youre still trapped in a prison of your own making #and you cant fix anything anymore. its too late and you dug too deep into your own grave #but worst of all shes still in front of you #the reason why you made a whole mess of things #the girl you still havent gotten over #but shes also gone. shes right in front of you but thats not her. YOU did this to her #she stands before you as a symbol of mockery of all your failings and mistakes #like its really funny to her #like you couldnt be any more pathetic #:)!!!!!!!!!!!!! #normal about skybound??? nope!!!!!!!! im not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mymegumi]

SHOULD BE ME, GIRL ෆ KAMO CHOSO

⠀ word count: 0.9k ⠀ warnings: DARK CONTENT!—stepbrother!choso ⠀ (stepcest), afab!reader, masturbation, unknowing ⠀ voyeurism, choso listens in on stepsis!reader having sex, ⠀ choso fantasizes abt reader, protective!choso, reader says ⠀ daddy, choso calls you babygirl in his head ⠀ note: @doobea welcome to my mind may u enjoy this as ⠀ much as u can hehe

sometimes, oftentimes, choso has to wonder if sharing a wall with his stepsister is a curse or a blessing.

a curse—he can hear you crying over your boyfriend missing your birthday, the loud music trying to drown out the sounds of your crying whenever he dumps you, or the constant arguing on the phone whenever the two of you end up back together a few days after he’d left you. the guy wasn’t good for you, and despite being not blood-related for the last half a year or so, choso felt as if he was intruding. had it been itadori or any of his other friends or family having any sort of bad relationship, he wouldn’t have had a second thought for saying that they deserved better.

with you, however, everything is and remains to be different with you.

choso feels… mildly guilty about his less than innocent feelings for you. it’s not his fault that your father had fallen for his mother and the two had gotten married, nor was it his fault that he found his stepsister to be the most alluring being on the earth. everything about you had been exactly as if he’d dreamed it himself, but he had to make do with the fact that he, by law, couldn’t have you.

the walls on the house are thin, and it’s times like these that he considers sharing a wall with you a blessing.

‘oh—! oh—!’ you moan, your voice carrying across the drywall separating yours and choso’s rooms. ‘please, i love feeling your cock in me!’

pressing the palm of his hand into his cock he groans so softly, so strained, that it feels desperate even to him. to imagine feeling what the soft, silkiness of your pussy clamp around his cock—he shudders at the mere thought of it.

choso is practically humping his own hand, desperate to feel any sort of friction on his cock as he can feel his moans leaving his mouth, but he’s trying to be good, to be quiet. grabbing the hem of his shirt, he pulls it up to his mouth and clenches down on it, pressing an ear against the drywall to get a better listen in on you and your boyfriend.

‘fuck me,’ you swear loudly, well aware of the fact that you and your partner were supposed to be alone in the house, ‘you love when i ride your dick like this, baby?’

his eyes slide closed as he worms his hand into his briefs, cock straining against the material and it’s sweet relief when his hand wraps around the base of his cock. he’s hard—he’s been listening to the two of you fucking for about twenty minutes already—and just the image of you, riding his cock with your breasts on full display before him, makes his dick grow just a little bit larger.

behind his eyelids, he imagines you with your hands sliding on your waist, your thighs gripping his hips as you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. he watches as his hands slide from your knees, to your thighs, fingers gripping your thighs and his hand uncontrollably grips his dick just a bit tighter. tightening his legs, he lets his shorts drop to the ground with his underwear. he squeezes gently when his hand reaches the tip, but lets it glide down his shaft smoothly and the sensation leaves goosebumps along his spine.

‘d-daddy!’ you whimper, ‘can i come?’

of course you can, babygirl. he thinks to himself, eyes opening as he watches sweat from his exertion trickle down his abdomen, disappearing in the line of his dark pubes. but only for me.

he hates to think it, but it doesn’t matter who you were riding—the only man who could please you, who knew you inside and out, was choso. your boyfriend would fuck you, but he knew that you’d never experience a true orgasm unless it was by his hand—by his cock.

he just wanted to protect you. your boyfriend was bad news, sleeping with other girls and probably calling you all sorts of names to his friends when you weren’t around. choso wouldn’t ever treat you like that, he’d treat you like the princess you were. choso would treat you like a goddess.

with a burning desire to protect you, to keep you safe from other men’s carnal instincts and unearthly desires, his hand begins to speed up, his grip tightening ever so slightly to, hopefully, send him over the edge. with his teeth bearing down on his shirt stuffed in his mouth, shorts pooled at his ankles and hand rubbing vigorously on his cock, choso listens to you ride your boyfriend in the other room.

he listens to you get yourself off, straining to hear every whimper and moan coming out of your mouth and imagines that it’s his cock you’re riding, that he’s the one eliciting those sounds. when he hears your soft, desperate admission that you were about to come, he feels his own heart stutter.

choso gasps, shirt dropping from his mouth as he lets his come splatter against his side of your shared wall, wishing he could’ve been coming inside of your squidgy pussy, instead. he stands still for a moment, head rested against the wall as he lets his heart rate calm down, his breathing return to normal before he begins to make himself presentable again.

this isn’t the first time he’s come to the thought or the sound of you. it is the first time you send him a knowing smile and wink in the living room a mere ten or so minutes later, which sends a zing straight to his dick.

ʚ reblogs greatly appreciated! ɞ

#choso #choso kamo #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo x you #choso kamo x y/n #choso kamo x female reader #choso x you #choso x reader #choso x y/n #choso x female reader #choso smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #choso kamo smut #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #jjk choso kamo #jujutsu kaisen choso kamo #cw stepcest #tw stepcest #tw dark content #cw dark content #txt!eighteen #txt!writing

[hauntedestheart]

Confidence Booster (Male Bodyswap)

Part 1:

Hector Rivera had woken up that morning in bed missing forty pounds of muscle, six inches of height, and four inches... somewhere else. So already that was a bad start to his day- but then when he'd stumbled into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, it had gotten a whole lot worse.

Ray Baldwin. He'd been turned into fuck Ray Baldwin! He didn't have anything against the guy but he was just so... not like Hector.

In many ways the two were complete opposites: while Hector was bold and outgoing, a natural leader, Ray was more reserved and docile, a meek follower. These personality traits extended to their physicalities as well, with Hector being a towering specimen of manhood (built like a brick house) while Ray was short and slender (a textbook geek, pun intended). And now Hector was short and slender while Ray... where was Ray?

As a small blessing, Hector had still been in in his own bedroom, but everything looked out of place because of his shorter vantage point and it made him feel a bit like an intruder. His phone was still on the bedside table where he'd left it before and when he finally got his wits about him to check it he found a barrage of texts from Ray waitinf for him. While most of them were panicked nonsense, Hector gathered from some of the more sane ones that Ray was making his way over on foot. Meaning Hector's body was out there wandering the streets without him!

Of course Hector wasn't going to sit around and wait- he set out to meet Ray halfway. Mortifyingly, the only thing he had that fit his new body were an old hoodie that a girl had left at his place and a pair of athletic shorts that managed to stay up when he tightened the drawstring all the way (and even then they still hung down past his knees), but he didn't have any other options so he gritted his teeth and walked out the door dressed like a clown. He was halfway to Ray's place when he spotted a tall brown hunk stumbling down the street with a confused look on his face- Hector's face.

He'd choked on air at the sight of his real body- he couldn't believe the outfit Ray had crammed his body into! The white tank top was practically transparent, his nipples plainly visible as his pecs strained against the fabric, and the skimpy shorts left nothing to the imagination. His entire body was on display for anyone who walked by to see!

Being trapped in Ray's body was bad enough, but seeing his incredible body on display before him was just salt in the wound. The two men locked eyes, and Ray let out a little whimper.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Hector hissed, staring in horror at the clothes the muscular young man standing before him was stuffed into.

Ray, seeming just as uncomfortable as Hector was, grimaced. "When I woke up this morning your body tore through my clothes and this was the only thing I had that fit." Ray crossed his arms for a little pout, which made his biceps bulge, and it was Hector's turn to grimace. "I lost the shirt I got on my trip to Texas! I loved that shirt."

"Will you forget about your old shirt? I look like a stripper playing a track and field star!" Hector lamented, eying the too tight shirt and the too short shorts distastefully.

"It's not my fault, it's this body!" Ray exclaimed. He threw his arms out to the side for emphasis, stretching them out to their full impressive wingspan. "These shorts are usually baggy on me but your body just has a lot more going on down there. You're just so... big."

Hector's face grew dark and his temples began to throb. How dare this guy talk about Hector's body like it belonged to him!

"I want my body back right now," he snapped, and Ray shrunk back.

"And trust me, I'd give it to you if I could!" Ray sounded completely genuine when he said this, a slight whimper to his voice as he shifted himself around. From the way he held himself it was clear that he was uncomfortable in his new body, and he confirmed it a moment later. "I feel like the Incredible Hulk right now in a bad way, I'm all... bulgey!" He shuddered as he said this, and then winced when the motion made his package jiggle. He sighed with exasperation and stomped his foot, gesturing towards the bulge in his shorts. "And I'm tired of this thing bouncing around!"

Hector gaped. "Dude, stop manhandling my junk in public!"

"Sorry, it's just..." Ray reached down and adjusted his crotch, pushing down on it in an attempt to flatten it out, but the soft flesh immediately bounced back. "How do you deal with this thing? It's always in the way!"

Ray frowned down at his new junk, barely hidden by his shorts, and he jostled it around as he searched for some mystical position that would make it go away. Almost defiantly, as if it were mad at the notion of being hidden, Hector's penis elected to grow instead.

The real Hector's eyes widened as he watched his old body growing aroused. "Dude, cover that up now!"

Ray stared in horror at the obscene bulge forming in his shorts, only semi-hard and already straining at the fabric.

"Oh no!" He shouted, doubling over and placing both hands over his crotch in a desperate attempt to block his growing erection from view. "Sorry, it's just, your penis is so much bigger than mine and I–"

Hector winced at the comment and shuffled uncomfortably, trying desperately not to think about what he'd seen when he'd taken a piss that morning. "Trust me, I'm painfully aware of the size difference."

"I'm so sorry Hector," Ray gushed, tears brimming in his eyes. "I didn't mean to disrespect you and-"

And then he started crying in earnest, which meant Hector was stuck with a six foot tall hunk wearing what was basically lingerie sobbing in the middle of the sidewalk with a full boner- he hated his life. It was early in the morning so the two were alone, but they were still on an open street, and Hector needed to calm Ray down fast.

"Stop apologizing, okay?" He said firmly, reaching up to grab his own shoulders and squeezing them with as much might as he could muster. Something about it must have gotten through to Ray because he paused in his sobs and looked at Hector, who did his best to smile reassuringly. "Look, it's just- I know we're both freaked out about this, but stressing out and losing our minds isn't gonna help anybody. We need to calm down, okay? Just, take a deep breath or something."

"A deep breath, yeah, okay, I can do that," Ray babbled, and then his massive chest heaved up and down. His breaths were frantic at first, but gradually, he relaxed.

"Feeling better?" Hector asked, and Ray nodded. "Okay good. Now, do you have any clue how this happened?"

"No, I just woke up this morning and I was like this! I had to sneak out the window this morning so my family wouldn't see me–" A panicked expression crossed Ray's face. "Oh no, what am I going to tell my family? I can't go home looking like this!"

"You aren't going to tell them anything, because if we tell them we switched bodies they're going to send us to the loony bin," Hector said firmly, and then he scoffed. "And by the way, looking like that is a goddamn blessing, okay? Show some respect to my body."

"Sorry, it's just–" Ray shuffled uncomfortably and fiddled with his hands, his meek body language looking rather out of place on Hector's hulking body. "I'm not really used to being a big guy like this."

Hector sighed and rubbed at his temples, fighting an oncoming headache. He may be small now, but he was clearly going to have to be the leader in this situation.

"Don't worry, we'll figure this out, okay?" Hector finally said, and Ray nodded in relief. "But until then, we don't do anything to draw attention to ourselves, okay? We just lay low for a while."

Ray smiled with his handsome new face. "Definitely."

Part 2:

Ray was not laying low.

Research into getting their own bodies back was going slowly (Google search results for "men switching bodies" just turned up online erotica) but perhaps it would be going faster if Hector had some help. Unfortunately, Ray was too busy making an ass of himself to pitch in... which normally wouldn't be a problem, except he was using Hector's ass to do it.

See, Ray had realized what Hector had known all along: being hot is fun. After the initial shock of waking up in a different body had faded, Ray had taken stock of what he'd gained in the swap, and he found he liked it.

For one thing, he had pecs now. Pecs. Huge slabs of muscle that jutted out from his chest that jiggled when he jumped up and down. Tight, perfectly formed, and with a pretty brown nipple at the peak of each- he hadn't been able to resist giving them a little squeeze, and he'd nearly fallen down when one of his fingers grazed one of his nipples and it sent shockwaves of pleasures throughout his body. His old sunken chest certainly hadn't been this fun!

And down below those pecs were the abs, which he was really a fan of. As a skinny guy, he'd always had a flat stomach, but he quickly realized there was a difference between having a flat stomach and having a toned stomach. Ray didn't know how many sit ups Hector had done in his lifetime to get those cheese grater abs, but he was glad he'd done them.

Big arms were nice too. Ray had a habit of scratching behind his head and he noticed that every time he did so eyes were always drawn the way his bulging biceps would flex when he lifted them- not that he could blame anyone for staring. It was a beautiful sight! Hector's arms were the part of body that belied his strength the most, almost intimidatingly large, and Ray quickly learned that many situations could be controlled just by crossing his arms and letting the muscles pop out.

The ass had taken a bit of getting used to (there had been several embarrassing incidents where he'd knocked things off of tables because he forgot to account for how much junk was in his new trunk) but Ray had quickly come to embrace it- in fact, he was embracing it often. He loved the feeling of the firm, supple flesh beneath his hands, which was surprisingly soft considering how tough the rest of Hector's body was. It was a proper bubble butt and it became Ray's favorite part to show off, ready to shake at a moment's notice.

And his new dick... Ray knew size wasn't everything, but he wasn't exactly opposed to getting an upgrade in that area. At first he'd been annoyed by the damn thing because it was nearly impossible to hide the bulge it made in his pants, and he felt like all eyes were on him when he was just trying to walk down the street. It wasn't his fault it looked like he was smuggling produce in his shorts!

But he didn't have to be self-conscious, he realized, because people weren't judging him. They were jealous of him. Lusting after him. They wanted what he had, one way or another, and he should be proud of it. So he stopped hunching over, stood up straight, and let everyone see what kind of man he was.

Not to mention the stamina of Hector's body was incredible. His cock was practically spring loaded, jumping to attention at the slightest hint of arousal, and being trapped in Hector's stupidly sexy body meant that Ray experienced that any time he so much as glanced down. He'd managed to hold out for two days before caving and seizing a hold of his manhood and pumping one out– and there was no turning back after that.

That orgasm had opened a floodgate in Ray. He already had a new body, but after that, he felt like a whole new man. And it turned out that man was a bit of a show-off.

While Hector was an outgoing guy, Ray had taken it to another level. He lost his shirt at any opportunity, eager to expose his new treasures to the world, and it was never long until his pants followed as well. It was excessive, but the sight of an adonis like Hector Rivera in his underwear, bulge swinging heavily, was something nobody wanted to complain about.

Invitations to parties and nights out were flooding in– everybody wanted to bring "Hector" along because sooner or later his shirt would come off... and he wasn't shy about letting people feel either. Ray was taking any opportunity he could to flaunt Hector's rippling muscles, and he was having the time of his life doing it.

The real Hector found it infuriating– one because Ray was making everyone in town think that he was an exhibitionist, and two because seeing his body flaunted in his face just reminded him of what he was missing.

If anything Ray was getting a bit too comfortable in Hector's body, which made the real Hector nervous. If Hector did find a way for them to switch back, would he even be able to convince Ray to take it?

Part 3:

"Ray, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Hector shouted, stomping down the driveway towards where Ray was making a display of himself jumping rope. Ray gave him an unimpressed look.

"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm working out," Ray kept jumping rope, which made his ample chest heave up and down; the sweat on his tan brown skin caught the light and made him glisten. "I wanna keep this body in shape after all."

"Okay, but why are you doing it shirtless in my front yard?" Hector protested, glancing around nervously. A few of his neighbors were milling about, not-so-subtly enjoying the show Ray was putting on for them, and Hector waved at them to look away. "Everyone can see you!"

"So?" Ray shrugged his broad shoulders. "I'll give 'em something to look at. You know your chest bounces, right?"

He sucked in a deep breath and puffed his chest out, creating an impressive sight as his bulging pecs jiggled obscenely with each bounce, and the jump rope dropped the floor while his two hands slid up his body and cupped around his pecs. In full view of everyone he began to squeeze them, and as he did so he smiled fondly down at them like they were beloved pets.

"Stop feeling my body up like that!" Hector hissed, and Ray rolled his eyes but planted his feet on the ground and lifted his hands up, palms open. Hector huffed in relief. "Thank you. Now can we–"

"Sorry, just gotta stretch for a second–" Ray interrupted him, and Hector blinked. Then Ray reached both of his arms back behind his neck, muscles popping as he bared his armpits, and arched his back so his hips thrust forwards like a stripper. Through the thin grey fabric of his sweatpants, it was obvious he wasn't wearing underwear. "Oh shit that feels so good."

He squinted his eyes shut and gave a groan of relief that was louder than strictly necessary that echoed down the street, and a passing car nearly crashed into a stop sign. Ray relaxed to a more normal pose and threw the dazed driver a wave and a wink.

"That keeps happening," he chuckled as he watched the car speed off down the street. Then he threw one muscular arm behind his head, baring a sweaty armpit for the world to see, while the other hand rubbed absently at the six-pack on his belly.

Hector's mouth was wide open in shock at the shameless display before him– what had happened to the shy Ray he knew? Hector's face reddened and he grabbed at Ray's arms, attempting to pull them down and tug the man back towards the house, but with Ray's skinny frame he had no chance of moving his former body even an inch. He gave up and tossed his hands in the air in frustration.

"You've gone mad with power," Hector gasped out.

Ray shook his head and shrugged. "Chill out Hector, I'm just having a little fun."

"You're acting like a cam boy is what you're doing," Hector snapped, crossing his skinny arms and narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "It just seems like you're getting a little too cozy in my body... almost like you don't even want to switch back."

Ray's shoulders slumped, and for a second Hector could see a glimpse of the shy guy he was more familiar with.

"Look, for the last time, I didn't do this! I miss my family and I miss my life," Ray sighed, but then shook his head and drew himself back up. "But since it happened, I'm gonna take advantage of it! Do you know what it was like to go from that–" he pointed at his original body. "to this?"

He spread his arms out and spun around, allowing Hector to take in the full view of the body that used to belong to him. Ray hadn't been lying about taking good care of it- perhaps it was just that he was seeing himself from the outside now, but Hector's body looked better than it had in his entire life.

"I went from being a beanpole to having B-cup tits and an ass you could balance a latte on!" Ray reached out to the side and flexed one of his arms, the toned muscle rising into a small mountain. "Your arms are wider than my neck! And your abs are probably harder than my bones." He tittered with excitement, but then his smile softened. "Getting to be you has been incredible and I just... I wanted to enjoy it. But I'm not evil Hector, if you find a solution, I'll give you your body back. Until then though? I'm gonna enjoy every second of it."

Hector frowned. His time in Ray's body, robbed of all of his physical advantages, had been quite a bad time for him, and Ray had to live with that all the time. Could he really blame the little guy for going a bit over the top?

"Okay, I'm still mad at you for acting like a whore," Hector chastised, and he watched Ray shrink before him, which was comforting in a way. Even with their bodies switched, they were still the same guys inside. "BUT, I get it. You officially have my blessing to have a little bit of fun- while we look for a solution;"

"Really? Thanks Hector!" Ray smiled, yanking the other man into a bone crushing hug. Hector winced in pain, but returned the embrace with good faith. "Tell you what, why don't we go research how to switch back right now, okay? Just let me wash off first."

Ray released Hector and then grabbed the hose from off the ground and lifted it to his face, spraying the water dramatically into his face and shaking out his hair. Water cascaded across his nearly naked body, falling like a waterfall from his pecs and trickling through the ridges created by his abs.

Hector swallowed. "Any chance you can do it less... sexually?"

"Nope."

#male body swap #bodyswap #body swap #have been working on this one for a while now #wanted to just write a classic no-strings body swap between two dudes (one of my favorite setups)

[myuiis]

incorrect lookism 2

we back on our bullshit with this one

1:

sally: i just watched eli drop a remote on his foot and the only thing he said was "im tired of being alive"

2:

jake: hewwo! i will be youw suwgeon today! intewnal bweeding you say? let's make our fiwst wittle incision

sinu: dowcto, we'wre loswing him!!!! 🥺

jerry: quick! hand me the defwibwiwatow

samuel: please. just cut off my fucking life support

3:

johan: met a dumbass today, awful

zack: you looked in a mirror?

johan: one day you will have to answer for your sins and god may not be so merciful

4:

zack: Go big or go home!

mira: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home.

zack: I'm going big!

5:

sally: are you drinking enough water?

eli: sometimes tears fall in my mouth

6:

samuel: Something’s off.

jake : Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

samuel: No, but that’s funny.

7:

goo, to kouji: Look at you! All cute and small! I could just eat you up!

kouji: proceeds to kick him in the shin and run away

crystal, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call kouji cute or small.

8:

daniel, about jay: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.

vasco: Throw rocks at he.

zack: Hot Dogs.

eli: Kill him.

daniel: Thanks guys.

9:

jake: "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield."

samuel: Opposite over hypotenuse.

samuel: Dipshit.

10:

warren, to eli: you can't make everyone like you! you're not sally

sally: w-wait, but not everyone likes me!

warren: who doesn't like you?

sally: w-what

eli: names.

sally: w-

warren: give us their names.

11:

jerry: jake told me to stop worrying and just go get it boy so i'm gonna' go get it boy

jason: go get what?

jerry: i dont know, so i'll just get everything to be safe

12:

goo: we need code names

goo: I’m thinking you all can be sexy beast, marshmallow, record player, beer, and bitch

gun: who’s bitch

goo: who do you think bitch

13:

kouji: send me a pic of you doing the peace sign

crystal: why

kouji: i used you to catfish a sugar daddy

14:

daniel: ok, i get it, you're really stressed out, seven people died-

zack: twelve, actually

daniel: that's not my point. look, theyre dead and whose fault is that?

hudson: yours!

daniel: that's right, nobody's

15:

zack: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

daniel: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

zack: Three of us saw it, daniel. How do you explain that?

daniel: points at jake Sleep deprivation. points at johan Paranoia. points at samuel Delusional personality disorder.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #gun park #jake kim #goo kim #kim joongoo #samuel seo #daniel park #eli jang #johan seong #zack lee #vasco lee #hudson ahn #crystal choi #kouji lookism #warren chae #sally park #sinu han #jerry kwon #kim gimyung #seo seongeun #han shinwoo #park jonggun #lee jinsung #park hyungseok #lookism webtoon #incorrect quotes #incorrect lookism quotes

[dizscreams]

The Request: “i was thinking this time, maybe a couple? like.. angst fluff with reader x Mindy in one and reader x Ethan in the other. The Ethan could be when he would come to the scene when Anika died and he would see the reader, his girlfriend, seriously hurt and be furious with his father and sister Quinn and it would be angst of him being upset and her trying to calm him and ask to go and just cuddle fluffff.” @violetmacher

Tysm for the requests! I’ll do the Ethan one first, then I’ll get started on the Mindy one later! :)

Two people who need not say goodbye — Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Ethan x gn!reader

SUMMARY: You get hurt at Sam’s apartment and Ethans worried what his dad and sister might do to you.

WARNINGS: mentions of being stabbed

You were sitting in the back of an ambulance outside Sam’s apartment where the crime scene was. Chad, Tara, Sam, Mindy, Quinn, Anika, and yourself were all attacked in the apartment last night by Ghostface. Tara was leaning on your shoulder while you were holding your bandaged arm protectively as if something else would happen if you let your guard down even a little bit.

You got stabbed in your arm and your stomach, Anika and Quinn both died, and Mindy got hurt too. The only one who wasn’t there with you guys was your boyfriend, Ethan Landry. He said he had a class to take and you couldn’t help but think the timing was weird. But it’s Ethan you don’t think he could hurt a fly.

Cutting off your thoughts you hear Chad yelling at someone, taking a peak you see Ethan pinned against the news van. You turn to Tara telling her you’ll be right back responding with a nod of her head you walk away and towards the scene.

You grab Chads arm and question him “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Your boyfriend is suspicious. Right when a Ghostface attack happens to us he disappears!”

“I had econ I swear! You can ask anybody there!”

“Fuck dude” Chad muttered with a doubtful look on his face before walking away towards Mindy.

Ethan turns to you and looks at your wounds. His face immediately turns to a concerned and shocked one and he thinks his heart dropped to his feet. “Oh my god- wh.. what happened? Are you okay?” You shake your head and point to the body bags that were towards the trashcans. “Anika- Anika and Quinn died” you start to cry and he looked at you with pity and remorse. “I’m so sorry Y/N” he whispers so gently that you immediately hug him burying your head in his chest.

“It’s not your fault, eth.” Your little sniffles breaking his heart.

“You got hurt didn’t you? Is it bad? Will you be alright?” He asks all these questions cause his mind is going a million miles a minute. He knew who did it, it was his dad and his sister. He suddenly had a dark look in his eyes. How could they? He begged them not to touch you. They weren’t allowed to go anywhere near you.

He felt so much guilt and pain and anger. He wouldn’t allow anything else to happen to you. Even if he had to quit being apart of the plan, he’d do it if it means you’d be safe. He knew how much you trusted him, he was betraying you and he knew it. He could imagine the look on your face when/if you found out he was apart of the killings. He knew it would be revealed eventually but he didn’t want that to happen.

You noticed Ethan was just standing there holding you and not saying anything. He was thinking about something, he seemed upset, he also seemed mad.

“Eth? Are you alright?”

“What? Yeah yeah I’m okay. Don’t worry about me I’m more concerned about you” he said looking down at you.

You slightly nodded then asked him “Can we go back to your dorm? I just need a break from everything for a minute”

“Yeah of course” he gave you a comforting smile while you grabbed his hand and walked to his dorm.

You guys got there and sat on the couch to watch a movie. You were snuggled up on his side and his leg was going up and down with anxiety. You could tell something was wrong but didn’t want to push anything. He seemed so distracted.

Ethan pulled out his phone and started texting Quinn and his dad like crazy. He was so pissed they’d do that to you. His hands were slightly shaking while he was texting, a detail you would only really catch on to if you were paying attention.

You were getting more worried about him at this point so you touched his arm and he jumped back a bit.

“Ethan, can you please tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing I’m okay” he gave you a fake smile and you returned it with a very unconvinced look.

“Ethan. I know something’s wrong you’ve been distracted this whole time.” His phone dinged again and again signifying his phone was blowing up. He groaned and put his phone on silent mode.

He slightly bit his lip before he looked up at you, he had barely looked at you this whole time. You had a genuinely worried look on your face. He knew you cared about him and he cared about you too. That’s why this whole thing hurt him so much.

“I’m just- I’m scared.” he started saying and your expression changed to a slightly confused one.

“Cause of Ghostface?”

“Yeah, well I mean that’s part of it but I’m more scared for you.”

“For me?”

“I just want to protect you. I don’t want anything worse to happen I don’t want you hurt again or- killed. You’re such a significant part of my life, do you know that?” He didn’t want to but he was starting to tear up so he looked away from you embarrassed.

“Ethan.. it’s okay. I am okay, I promise! I love how much you care about me and how much you love me. I don’t know what I’d do if we weren’t together anymore, but I know it won’t happen. You wont lose me.” You sounded so confident but he was not so convinced. He knew how his dad and sister were.

He looked at you with a sad smile and tried his best to have hope. You knew he didn’t believe you so you gently leaned in closer to him and he put his arm around you cautiously so he wouldn’t hurt you but also protectively. You loved that about him, how he was so warm and caring but at the same time he’d do anything to make sure you’re safe and secure.

“I don’t ever want to let you go”

“So don’t” you told him with a soft smile.

He kissed your head and you both leaned back on the couch, with a comforting silence gracing over you both. He wanted this to last forever. He never wanted you guys to be apart no matter what his family thought or said. He loved you and he was going to make sure you lived through all of this.

this could be much better (I don’t know why I tend to write late at night it’d probably be better if I wrote during the day?!) BUT ANYWAYS hope you enjoyed and ty all for 100 followers <3

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CAN U PLS DO HCS OF MILES BEING HORNY IN PUBLIC OR SOMETHING AND THE READER GETS FLUSTERED EASILY AND HE TEASES HER FOR IT ?? with some dirty talk maybe as well 🙏

AAAGIRL OMOGMOGFMKGGM THIS REQUESTA!!!

public sex. — miles quaritch ☆

pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader

content warnings. oral for f!reader. daddy kink. dirty talk. risky sex. lil degrading

note. whoever requested this needs there ass ate

this guy will find anything, and I mean anything to just get into your pants. like ur out on a date, boom horny, ur wearing a skirt, boom horny, u have ur hair tied up, boom horny. he’s just so obsessed with u!!!

but when y’all are in public, it is way worse. imagine your just walking around the store, your hand holding miles’ pointer finger. this fucker looks down at you, eyeing the movements of your hips, the way they sway side to side….girl u better run. he’s already ready to go!!!!!

he leans up REALLLL close you, bends down and whispers, “mama u ready to go??” likes he’s hinting at u and everything. your oblivious ofc and can’t see the MASSIVE bulge right in front of your eyes, “noo, I wanna stay a little longer pls!!!!” he can’t say no to u!!!

you’d be going through a rack in a store and he’d come up behind you and slowly rub his bulge on ur back. MF UR SHOCKED?!:$, “miles!!!” u whisper shout. he chuckles down at you, “nah baby, it’s all ur fault, u had me hard with the way ur hips were moving mama” GIRLOMG “not here!!” oh yes here mf

you’d think it was over, eating ur lunch in a crowded area before this fucker grabs you by ur waist and makes u sit on his lap. now you can feel his aching dick!!! OMGGG. “you gonna deal with this mama?? your gonna let me fuck u right here huh?” ur so flustered, ears turning red and ur cheeks blushing. OH HE LOVES THIS!!! The hands that were placed on ur hips guided you to grind ur ass on his dick. “mm m-miles!! ppl will notice!!” u whine out. “and?? I know a slut like you would love that mm?? you’d like me fucking u in front of everyone here right mama??” YESYEYYSYES

hes just teasing you over and over again until you break!!! you’d try stuff on for him, coming out of the changing rooms with him sitting on one of the couches. His legs spread and his arms crossed. pussy is aching rn. “gimme a twirl mama” and u did!!! “looks hot asf” he’d walk closer to you, “but yk Ima just rip this off you when we fuck right???” Omg HES FINALLY BROKEN YOU!!!!

now ur ass is in the changing rooms, trying so hard to cover ur moans!! this fucker is eating you out. he’s got ur body slammed on the wall, one leg on his shoulder while his head was buried in your thighs. “fuck baby, why didn’t u let me do this earlier?? needed ur pretty pussy so bad!!” HE IS WHINING FOR U!!! all u could do was let out a pathetic whimper, “aw look at that, can’t even keep herself quiet, such a slut” AAAAA

ur so close omg!! LIKE GIRL!! HE KNOWS!! “you gonna cum baby??? u gonna cum for daddy yeah??” ur nodding!! He pulls away from ur pussy, “too bad mama” ur crying RN FR!! whining and complaining!!! “awww baby is crying now, sad u can’t cum?? cuz all u do is cum right? just a fucktoy for daddy huh??” he is so into it now lorddd.

now ur pressed up against the wall, legs wrapped around miles’ waist and hands laying on his shoulders. “s-shit this pussy was made for me right baby??” ur nodding and whimpering!!! “yeah it is??? just for me? for daddy?? yeah baby f-fuck, I own this pussy” ur trying so hard not to be loud omg!!!

this guy cannot get enough of u, “who owns this pussy baby” miles says as he flicks ur clit. Your head is so empty!!! u can’t seem to say anything!! “cmon mama, u wanna cum right?? answer my fucking question slut” his thrust become hard and deep, “y-you do!!”, “what was that baby?? I couldn’t hear you??” now he’s just playing games!!!!

“mmm f-fuck daddy does!!” he’s grinning and shit. “yeah I do, I own this pretty pussy, ur only gonna let me fuck it right? only me??” YSSYYEYSSS

ur gripping his back, crying out for him!!! “s-so close daddy!! lemme cum pls” he doesn’t answer, HES JUST DRILLING INTO U NO!! he wants u to cum he NEEDS IT!! “f-fuck me too mama”

u flutter around his dick, legs shaking and eyes rolling back. he pulls his dick out of you and cums all over ur stomach!!! “s-shit baby, ah, this pussy does fucking things to me” omg girl!!!!!!! you both put ur clothes on and do the walk of shame. GIRLAHHA

he leans close to ur ear, “mama we gotta do this more often!!!” he’s smirking and shit. You just slap his shoulder, “what baby?? weren’t u the one whining for me??” yes u were….. “weren’t you all like, “a-ah daddy!!! feels so good!!! daddy wanna cum so bad!!” OMG UR SO EMBARRASSED

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[morgandoesstuffsig]

affection. [TMC]

alt. title; how do the victims react to affection from you?

warnings/tws; mentions of MAD, foreshadowing, mentions of alternates

req. by; none

chars. used; Mark Heathcliff, Cesar Torres, Jonah Marshall, Adam Murray.

song of the day; Ruler of Everything - Tally Hall

a/n's; i love tally hall <333

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MARK HEATHCLIFF.

so imagine this;

you two are chilling on the couch, infront of the tv

it's off, of course, and we all know why

doesn't stop you two from talking though

and you guys keep talking and when you stop, you guys realize it's super late

and dark

and you shouldn't be heading outside for any reason,

so mark lets you stay over!! (what a gentleman)

and so you get prepared to sleep on the couch and everything,

but mark is like, nonono what are you doing

because he is very nice and doesn't want you sleeping on the couch

it's bad for your posture!!!

"(Y/N), what are you doing?" He asks after seeing you lay your now folded-up hoodie on the couch.

"Getting ready for bed? Why, is there something you need?" You reply, tilting your head to side, as you didn't see as what he was getting at.

"You shouldn't be sleeping on the couch, it's bad for you, you know?"

"Is there anywhere else for me to sleep?" You said, jokingly.

"Yeah, I was going to let you sleep in my bed while I slept on the couch.."

needless to say, that was unexpected

but you couldn't just take his bed and then make him sleep on the couch in his house!!

you keep declining, but he just won't give up..

"It's your house! I can't just kick you out of your own bed!" You said, trying to reason with him.

"You're not kicking me out of my own bed, I'm willingly offering it to you!" He argued back.

this went on for a while until you finally caved.

"Okay, okay! I'll sleep in your bed! It just.. I don't know.." You said, but something told you that you should not be alone. Not now. Not tonight. It also told you that Mark shouldn't be alone either.

"It's just what?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of him after a while.

"Something is... wrong, or no, will be wrong. I don't know what or when, but I just know it." You said, gripping onto your (shorts/pants.) He looked at you and then away, scratching the back of his head.

"I could... sleep in the room with you... if you'd like... Not on the bed, just next to it, on the floor.." He offered, a light blush dusting his face.

well shit

that feeling is telling you to, so obviously you do!!

so now you're in his bed, all tucked in because

who doesn't love being tucked in

like???

but now you're just laying down and all of a sudden

you hear

soft snores

coming from the side of the bed

so you turn around and guess what!!!

it's a sleeping mark fucking heathcliff

IN THE WILD!!!

AND YOU GET TO SEE IT!!!!

"...Lord have mercy on my soul, this is a sight to behold..."

as you look at him longer,, you silently reach your hand out for his hair and start brushing it

he will lean into your hand contently until you fall asleep

and then when he wakes up with you fast-asleep with one hand in his hair

he just...

explodes

526 words.

CESAR TORRES.

now in this case, since he's dead from he start, he's an alternate here, too

but he's friendly!!

to you only, though.

anyone else,,, :grimace:

but because he's an alternate, he hasn't actually really had any affection towards him

so this feeling is new to him

and he's not expecting it, especially not after he just finished driving someone MAD and coming home covered in blood,

so when you hold his hand and walk him to the bathroom to get cleaned up, he is extremely confused

aren't you afraid?

"Come on, now. You're like, 7 feet tall and I have shorter arms than you do, so you gotta work with me and bend down! I have ta' getcha all cleaned up!" You said, struggling to reach the alternate's face. It looked down at you and did as it was told, a small trace of shock across it's face was evident.

"...Aren't you afraid?" He asked as you wiped off the blood on his face with a paper towel.

"Afraid? Of what? You?" You replied, a smile crossing your face.

"Yes. Everyone is scared of alternates, so why aren't you acting scared?"

"Because I'm not. Don't ya' think that if I was scared of you after living with you for months now, I would've gone MAD by now?"

"..."

"Yeah, thought so. Now let's clean up that suit of yours, can't have random people's blood in our apartment, now can we?" You said, grabbing his hand once again.

"Why do you do that?"

"Hmm? Do what?"

"Grab my hand. Why?"

oh poor thing

he has no idea why you hold his hand

so when you tell him it's a form of affection,,, he just

short circuits

like

you, a human, is giving him, and alternate,,

affection???

he doesn't know why, but he does like it

he likes being given affection, and he tries his best to return it

but he's not used to giving nor receiving it, so it'll take a while

You feel two arms wrap around you as you put in a load of clothes into the laundry machine. You turn your head around and then upwards to see Cesar holding you.

"What's up bud?" You say, smiling up at him.

"...Affection."

"Oh? Do you want some--"

"No, I want to return affection.. You always give others affection but I don't see others returning it a lot..."

"...oh. W-well, thank you for the hug, Cesar!"

405 words.

JONAH MARSHALL.

this little mf will be so cocky about receiving any affection from you

like he'd be the type of person to yell out,

"hey ya'll, (Y/N) hugged me and not you, bozos!!!"

you can't tell me i'm wrong..!

imagine in the rare occasion

that he goes into the house

instead of adam, you decide to go in with him because

you're nice like that

and you have to stay there for a night or two

so you lay out your sleeping bag, but guess what?

somebody was an idiot and forgot their fucking sleeping bag.

you're a really nice person soo...

"Aww shit... I forgot my fucking sleeping bag." He sighed out and stopped rummaging through his bag.

"You could use mine. I think I'll just stay awake tonight, just in case. Plus, you seem tired, and I'm not, so it just makes sense." You offered.

"WOAHWOAHWOAH, HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! I AM NOT GOING TO TAKE YOUR ONLY SLEEPING BAG AWAY FROM YOU AFTER I ALREADY DRAGGED YOU INTO THIS HOUSE--"

"It's okay. If you don't want my sleeping bag, that's fine, but I'd recommend using it." You shrugged, stretching your arms out.

"But what about you? You shouldn't stay up late-- it's bad for you and-"

"Would you rather share the sleeping bag then?"

"GRK! WHA-- I mean-- if that's okay with you- I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything.." He mumbled, his face heating up.

so now here you are,

a sleeping jonah on your lap all wrapped up in a sleeping bag

as you sit down, back pressed up against the wall as you keep an eye out for anything

...but you can't help but look at jonah,,

he's just so cute when he's sleeping!

he's so cute when he's not a little gremlin <333

you put your hands in his hair and give it a little floof

you slowly see the sun rise up through the window after hours of keeping your eyes peeled

you smile and finally let yourself drift off to sleep, but not before jonah wakes up and sees you just barely close your eyes.

as soon as you fall asleep, he slowly gets up and turns his body towards you, pulling you into a soft and warm hug.

"I told you to go to sleep, you dumbass." He whispered, rubbing your back.

394 words.

ADAM MURRAY.

he doesn't exactly give out physical affection all the time, it's just not really his thing, but that doesn't stop him from doing so anyways

but he is good at quality time!! (he is very good at that!!)

one time you were falling asleep in the backseat of the car with adam because jonah was mad at him and shoved him back there

so your head just started to lean and then

plop

right on his shoulder

he was surprised, but you were half-asleep and didn't even notice

so he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you a little closer

put his head on your (head/shoulder,)

and fell asleep too.

he woke up a couple minutes later and started whispering innocent, sweet nothings into your ear.

you were still asleep, but he wanted to make sure you knew how much he cared about you.

"...you're so gorgeous. How did I get so lucky to have you right next to me?"

"and you're so brave, going after these alternates and not even catching a slight case of MAD..."

"God, you are so perfect, always here for me and others, you deserve the world... and I'm going to try my best to give it to you, no matter the cost."

to say jonah was a third wheel in this moment would be an understatement

but hey!

you two are happy,

aren't you?

enjoy it while it lasts.

238 words.

THE END.

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[oh-saints]

sweetest devotion (prologue)

it was only supposed to be another one night fling for mason. being married was never the aftermath he'd imagined himself to be, not when he's nothing but proud of his hit-and-run reputation around the town.

playboy!mason mount x princess!oc

word count: 1.5k

tw: as mentioned in the masterlist only

note: i know, i know. i'm not supposed to make this rabbit a bad guy but the tatler interview still rang well in my ears. and he won this poll anyway, so here it is. and the country name's taken from ana huang's twisted series teheeee but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so this is yet to be beta-read.

tag list: @mehrmonga who'd told me to do it anyway <3 (but lemme know if you wanna be added!)

this series' masterlist here part 1 here! >>

it all happened so fast.

as fast as the sound of his pen carving the cursive of his signature against the papers. as fast as the sound of mason mount giving what felt like his entire life away to a bunch of papers.

mason mount was only supposed to find another rebound to pale his heartache from being left behind by his girlfriend. he was only supposed to find another rebound to fuck before deserting them like a used piece of clothing that was covering his body against the cold of the night, and against the cold of his frozen heart.

he was only supposed to find another rebound to numb his recurring pain, just like a dozen of times before.

he thought he did exactly that in the morning, his modus operandi. and she never contacted him back either, despite knowing where to reach him. they were still following one another in Instagram anyway.

so of course, he didn’t expect anything drastic when the owner of the club he loves asked for his presence on one fine day at the cobham.

however, as he stepped inside the four walls made of glass, he certainly didn’t know what to make of himself. hell, he could guarantee any common living thing that they’d have no clue what to do when it was you and the king of eldorra himself.

a seething king of eldorra, mason should rather add.

the monarch didn’t waste a single breath as soon as the owner stepped out of the room for some privacy. “my daughter’s pregnant, mr. mount, and it’s yours.”

“I’m sorry?” mason had to mask his nervousness behind the pathetic excuse of a laughter. “I’m actually not following.”

“of course you are not,” the king sat up straighter, his posture telling everyone he wasn’t mad, except his eyes blaring fire so big it could burn down the amazon. “you don’t keep track of your one night stands, after all.”

if that was declan, mason would’ve heeded no mind. but coming from the man before him… mason couldn’t lie if that comment didn’t place a deep claw on his pride.

“father…”

“I suppose you might not remember her,” and mason couldn’t fault the king flaring his nostrils at each words spat. mason would probably be acting the same way, had this involved his own daughter. “you met her at a nightclub in london before you took her to your home and bed her.”

it didn’t escape mason, the disgust slipped into the last two words of the king’s sentence.

you’d be surprised to hear your daughter’s reaction to my cock was everything but disgust, mason smirked inwardly as he scanned the distinctive face of the said daughter. who, by the way, sported a faint hint of displeasure—at and of what, he didn’t know. he could only pray she wasn’t thrilled about the whole ordeal, so he could make a pity party out of them both.

of course, he remembered her—serena, final year student in king’s collage. he remembered her because no one as smart as her had pulled the same face card, and he was drawn in by the classic beauty she sported in her face and the royal elegance she exuded before he could help himself.

he remembered her because in bed, she was a beast long waiting for someone to wake her up. and mason loved nothing more than a duality striking on and off the bed.

“father, I appreciate if you grant us some space,” contrary to the faint warning she gave earlier, she was firm—rather stern, even—this time. “I’m sure it’s not an easy news for him either.”

the king spared his daughter a momentary glance before he stood up from his seat, buttoning the lapels of his suit back to its immaculate place. all while throwing lasers at mason’s way. if the footballer didn’t have his life at stake, he’d definitely succumb to the pressure.

there was a reason why the salt-and-paper man was the king, after all.

as soon as the powerful man went out of sight, mason shot his own daggers. “how are you so sure it’s mine?”

mason was only met by the profound proof that she was the king’s daughter and the princess. the woman in black slid a manila envelope towards his way ever so calm—as if the tension around them was as high as spending a mere summer together—without compromising his personal space. “your DNA test, as well as your contract.”

“contract?”

now, mason didn’t see this one coming.

“my father expects nothing less than you to man up and marry me,” shit, mason knew where this was heading. “it’s actually a crime in my country to be pregnant out of wedlock. combine that with the fact that you accidentally knocked up a princess, you can imagine the mess you’re about to ensue in my country,”

despite knowing the direction of this conversation, mason’s heart still dropped at the sight of marriage contract written in big, fat bold letters.

“however, I understand you have another life outside the well-being of your… child and mine,” if this wasn’t a dire situation in need of immediate attention, he’d praise her for how well she chose her words to simplify matters at hand. “so I took the liberty to construct this agreement so it will benefit us two. feel free to add your own terms.”

“what do you get out of this… arrangement?”

“I get to live another day, which means your child does too,” right, a punishable crime in the eyes of eldorran law. “and I get to provide only the best for my child. bar the father, of course, should you choose to walk away from the child’s life after this contract ends.”

dagnabit, she’d covered that part too under the agreement. she certainly had thoroughly thought about this. “is this what you both are planning from the beginning?”

“my father knows nothing of this existence and I wish to remain that way,” that’d explain why she asked for privacy for both of them, and somehow that relieved some parts of mason. “except for our lawyers, it’s only going to be between us until the end—whichever end may be—so I need you to put on some excellent acting when needed.”

rights and obligations… dang, mason should have a day off to discern all this. mason inwardly cursed himself for putting himself through this, all rooting from letting himself swayed and distracted by her sultry voice that he forgot to tap before he dabbed. wait, did I have a way out of this…

nope.

mason was raised better than to desert his own flesh and blood. and he was also certainly raised better than to have the mother of his child to be punished severely on her own when the child was obviously a joint creation of them both.

“we’ll figure out the nitty-gritty along the way,” sensing the footballer was weighing his thoughts, the princess stood up this time, reaching for her purse along the way. “after all, time is what we’re going to have until deaths do us part.”

mason could feel the tip of his mouth curving up slightly—credits when it’s due.

“have a thorough look at them and give me your answer when you’re ready. for now I will tell my father that you’re figuring out how to break the news to your kin first before saying yes.”

but before mason could bid her goodbye, the woman fourth in the throne line of eldorra had closed the mahogany door shut behind her, leaving mason alone dealing with the aftermaths of his rendezvous immediately and the tears of the girlfriend he recently rekindled later into the night.

“I promise you we can be together again, my love,” mason repeated those words like a mantra, in hope to soothe the heartbreaks both he and his girlfriend were respectively having inside. in hope it could build a foundation, a purpose for him to truck through a year of hell with a stranger he never dreamt of having to share his ultimate dream with. “I promise you that. we’ll figure it out meanwhile, okay?”

but mason didn’t get to hear whatever it was that came out of his ex’s mouth as a reply, as he took the hardest steps away from his girlfriend’s house. and he couldn’t seem to be able to recall them now, especially when the priest standing before him asked him the million-dollar question in front of thousands of people important for the existence of the eldorran kingdom.

“do you, mason mount, take serena, princess of eldorra, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

his wife.

the woman standing in front of him, who was staring back at him with a pair of eyes he couldn’t read at all. the woman standing in front of him, who actually enticed a bit of fear in him for such uncomprehensive orbs she owned.

the woman standing in front of him, whom everyone dubbed as calm beauty like her name, was to be his wife.

the woman standing in front of him, who he had no idea about aside from her name and her reputation of a princess from a conservative country, was to be his wife.

all because a stupid, drunken one-night stint.

he let out a sigh that might be perceived as letting of the nervous steam. just when he wanted to organise his life and start fresh…

“I do.”

well, at least the princess was an exquisite sight to wake up to every day.

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[jalwyn21]

"you've dropped my fucking hand" is the most ridiculous line in that argument, but tbh others are terrible as well. he asks her why she looks pissed off and that she was being quiet that entire evening and she immediately blows up and puts blame on him, because "he didn't even look at her" and repeats it over and over again, that's her entire argument. like girl do you honestly need that much attention all the time and can't step back a bit for single evening for your guy to catch up with his friends, whom he haven't seen for a decade? not everything is about you. he's 100% right, she is being selfish.

also feeling out of place and kinda dumb, like you have nothing meaningful to say around people, who are more experienced than you, it's not the worst thing in the history, it's just human experience and no one's fault. you can actually also feel like that around people, who are same age or younger than you, when they share some interest and you know nothing about that topic. it's an unpleasant feeling, but it's not the end of the world, everyone has been there at least one. you can't expect others to read your mind and constantly cater to whatever you're feeling at the moment. and if it happens over and over again, all you can do is to communicate calmly that it makes you feel bad and hope those people will consider that next time, but instantly going into attack mode and putting blame on them will do nothing good for you.

and later gyllenhaal's character, seeing that this relationship isn't working out and that they might end up hurting each other more, because swift's character is way too immature, so he's being responsible, puts the weight of breaking up on himself and he's the bad guy, who deserves to be hunted over those few months of relationship for more than 10years? insane.

on top of that it's entirely swift's side of the story, written and directed by her, so it is obviously super biased, and yet she manages to give herself an absolutely awful, irrational, petty look. like imagine if it was actually put with gyllenhaal's point of view, she most likely would look even worse.

This!

Also, if I learned anything the past 7 years is that Joe Alwyn is practically a saint walking among us. Could never be me. Joe is a better human than I could ever be to put up with so much!

Also, read this, it's from a Jake G interview. Makes you think...

#free joe alwyn #nonnie #q&a #anti taylor swift #shit swifties say #toxic swifties #parasocial behavior #toxic taylor swift #jake gyllenhaal #joe alwyn

[crushedsweets]

neeed to hear the context behind ur most recent art. please enlighten us

you guys dont even know how excited i get when someone asks smth like this abt my art or headcanons or au.

i actually wrote liek a fucking essay oh my god im so sorry anon ill have the actual drawing context after the big bolded caps

TW for typical creepypasta story type stuff

anyway ok UNNECESSARY BACKSTORY: liu spent a long time trying to just psychologically recover from everything. he hated jeff and he hated the memory of everything. jeff signature murders would occur every now and again, each time liu would fall into a deep depression. the murders stopped for a while, and everyone believed jeff 'retired' or died. liu was conflicted about it. until Jeff committed his final full-blown 'jeff fashion' murder (janes family) in tuscaloosa alabama. liu had another breakdown and ended up moving to tuscaloosa because he was completely convinced he needed to find jeff again because he could fix it (or die trying and he'd be fine with that too)

nina was always one of those girls obsessed with 'true crime' but like.... the murderers instead of the cases. she was 12 when jeff's first rampage happened and she just fell head over heels in love with this freak. she began to act out, miss school for days, sneaking out to meet older people, etc etc. eventually she did the classic jeff smile cut into her face(she pussied out on making it like jeffs, so she has cleaner, less noticeable scars) . she started getting severely bullied (for being creepy and worshipping a literal murderer) and her parents sent her to live with her grandparents in mississpi. she started stalking liu through social media and whitepages when jeff was presumed dead. but eventually, jeff's final murder happened in alabama(a state away from her) and after turning 18, she ran away to go find jeff convinced he would 'save her' from the life she created for herself. nina got wrapped up in slenderman business because of her constant Tom Foolery. she met her idol

JEFF IS A BAD PERSON IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD. he did a beautiful job in using his #1 fangirl and enjoying the worship. she scrambled for pennies to afford an apartment, she'd sleep on the couch if he wanted to use her bed, she's ride her bike hours to go get weed or something from rando drug dealers that give better deals to pretty girls, make him food, do his damn laundry, literally anything and everything bc THATS HER MAAANNNNN (no he isnt.)

jeff DOES NOT GIVE A FUUUCK about everything nina does for him . one day he finds her trying to creepily get into contact with liu (and liu actually responded) and he loses his shit and stabs her and goes on and on about how 'you ruined your own useless fucking life your family is never going to take you back you did this to yourself' etc. he didn't intend to kill her only cuz he knew she'd forgive him and he liked all the shit she gave him

NOW ABOUT THE DRAWING ITSELF:::::

afterwards nina gets patched up from jeff stabbing her, she has some weird 'liu will save me' spiral (not romantically just in a very literal 'he can fix this' way). liu's been on his own spiral since finding out jeffs alive which is the only reason he even gave nina the time of day. eventually she ends up at his house to 'talk about jeff' bc she sent him creepy pics proving she knew jeff yadayadayada.

im not sure the exact conversation i imagined for the drawing, BUT liu eventually says something that sets nina off and she tears at her stitches and breaks down and drips blood all over his kitchen talking about 'I CAN MAKE HIM LOVE ME AGAIN I JUST NEED YOUR HELP PLEAAASEEEE' or something.

liu's a good man, much to his own detriment, and can't help but comfort this kid who's bleeding and crying in his kitchen at the fault of his own brother. he's all too familiar with wanting to repair his relationship with jeff, despite the amount of rage, betrayal, misery, etc he felt at jeffs hands. he doesn't ACTUALLY want to reconnect with jeff, but it's a very deep internal longing for the baby brother he once had that VERY RARELY overshadows his hatred

i want to reaffirm that liu does not feel positively about jeff at all, does not want to see him, and only moved to alabama b/c of a long ass mental health crises and is now too wrapped up in new financial commitments(plus jane) to move again. and now he feels obligated to help nina

he just misses being a big brother :( not so much the jeff part

also none of this at all is shipping at all i am terrified at the idea of people taking anything romantically . even if nina is in 'love' with jeff its purely for the story/horror . ITS ALL REALLY BAD

#creeped #hcs #guys i dont know why i keep doing this LMFAO IM SORRY ANON I TALK TOO MUCH I ... theres something in my brain #asks #soisjkhjdgvdkj #should i tag this as liu and nina... ok fuck it #homicidal liu #nina the killer #i literally have no feelings towards jeff as a character.. but the amount of people he ruined in his path ? damn . ok. got me

[jennay]

The Set Up (3)

I'll See You Around

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AN: Ok, this has some out-of-the-blue drama, but I wasn't ready to end it...I have some plans, some twists and turns, if you guys would like to see them! Feel free to leave some encouragement. I would love that. This might be closer to have like 5-7 Chapters if I continue to get positive feedback. Anyways I hope you enjoy and just know there is more to come :)

Warnings: none other than it's long. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Rory rechecks his phone, wondering where you are. He'd been waiting for half an hour at the trendy restaurant that Kieran picked, and he was getting bored and restless. He wished you were there to chat with him and make him laugh. He starts to worry that you have changed your mind about him. Maybe you didn't want to come but felt too polite to refuse. Maybe you lost interest in him, and this was your way of telling him.

He looks out the window, hoping to see you walking towards the entrance. Rory hates admitting it, but he was more excited than expected and now felt he was preparing for a letdown. He feels a soft tap on his shoulder and turns to his brother, who gives him a reassuring smile. He knows Rory is imagining the worst possible scenario.

"She'll be here, dude. She's late to everything." Kieran says, trying to reassure him. He puts his hand on Rory's shoulder and squeezes him. "She'd be late for her wedding. Time management is not her strong point." He adds jokingly, hoping to make Rory laugh. He knows Rory is nervous and insecure and wants him to relax and enjoy himself. Rory forces a weak smile and nods. He knows Kieran is right. You have a habit of losing track of time or getting distracted by something. You're always running late, but you usually have a good excuse and a sincere apology. You're not rude or careless, just a bit scatterbrained. 

"Trust me," Kieran says, "We had her taking the kids to daycare for a while and the amount of times she showed up late or too early is impossible to count." He chuckles. "The woman almost missed her audition… it's just part of who she is and well, I guess we love her for it." 

Rory laughs, "Yeah, talking to her on facetime can be kind of a nightmare sometimes."

He sends you a quick text hoping you're at least OK. Hey, you're probably on your way. I wanted to make sure you're doing all right. In the end, he adds a smiley face, trying to sound friendly.

Guilt hits you like a ton of bricks. Why were you like this? You curse yourself for being so late. You ask the cab driver if you're close, and he nods, "About five minutes." He sounds annoyed, and you don't blame him. You've been stuck in traffic for ages, and the meter is running high. You quickly text Rory back, feeling bad you were already a half hour late. I'm five minutes out. I took a cab; remind me to drive next time. This time it was only kind of my fault. You add a winking face, hoping he'll find it cute and not rude. 

I drove so I could escape if everything went terrible. Don't judge me. 

You laugh at the text. How smart. 

"There isn't any parking. Would you like to get out here?" The cab driver asks, pointing to a spot a few blocks from the restaurant. "Yeah, I can walk. It's just right there." You say, grabbing your purse and phone. You pay him quickly and thank him, then walk towards the restaurant. "Fuck." You mutter to yourself. "OK, you can do this." You pull your jacket close to your body and smooth your dress down. You see Kieran's car parked outside and wonder how the man got that lucky with parking. He always had good luck, unlike you.

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before opening the door. 

"Hey, you were under an hour!" You hear Kieran's voice. He stands up and hugs you like he hasn't seen you in ages, though it's been hours. You know he's excited and wants to see how his plan will work out. 

"Don't listen to him." Jazz objects. She gently hurries him out of the way and wraps her arms around you. "It's nice to see you. I feel like it's been too long."

"I agree. Sorry I was late…I left early but somehow, well, you know. I'm late." You joke.

It's not until the two parts that your eyes land on the person behind them. Rory. 

A smile drapes your lips, and you attempt not to cheese out too hard. "Hi." You quietly say while reaching out for a hug. "It's good to see you. Not on a phone screen." You laugh, feeling a bit nervous. You wonder if he can hear your heart pounding in your chest.

"I'm glad you made it." He gently pulls back, still looking at you with admiration, "You look amazing." He says, making you blush.

"Thank you." You whisper, losing your breath a little. Seeing him in person made you melt completely. He was more handsome in person, with his messy brown hair, sharp jaw, and charming smile. 

The hostess leads you to your table, and Rory doesn't hesitate, gently lacing his fingers with yours and guiding you there. You feel warmth as your hands touch, and you squeeze his hand lightly. He smiles at you, and you smile back. You glance back at Kieran, slightly surprised. He raises his thumb and winks, clearly happy his plan is working. He looks proud of himself like he's done you a favor.

Jazz rolls her eyes and slaps his arm lightly, scolding him in a low voice. "Stop it. You're so embarrassing!" She says, but you can tell her husband's antics amuses her. 

Rory chuckles as he lets you slide into the booth first. He sits next to you, close enough that your thighs touch. Jazz and Kieran sit across from you, automatically ordering adult beverages, and you do the same. You order a glass of wine, hoping it will calm your nerves. 

"So," Kieran says, scanning his menu, "What are you guys thinking for food?" He sounds eager and hungry, ready to order and dig in. You could hardly think of food right now. You're too nervous and excited to have any appetite.

You keep your eyes on the menu as you listen to what Rory and Jazz tell him. They seem more decisive and confident than you.

"There are way too many options." You say, feeling slightly overwhelmed. "Why is it like a book?" You flip through the pages, wondering how anyone can choose from so many dishes.

Rory smiles at you, "There's a page for every meat…So," He leans in to scan the page you're looking at, his hand resting on the small of your back as he helps you find something. You feel a tingle when his hand touches you, and you lean into him slightly. "Are you feeling chicken, steak, burgers, or salad?" His voice is soft and warm in your ear, and you're suddenly too distracted to look at the menu.

He takes notice, his eyes peering from the menu, meeting yours. He holds your gaze, making your heart skip a beat. "Do you want a recommendation?" He softly says, his lips curling into a gentle smile.

You nod, feeling your cheeks heat up. You want him to recommend anything as long as he keeps talking to you. You like his voice, his smile, his eyes. You like him. 

 "OK, then I suggest you try the chicken alfredo. It's my favorite dish here. It's creamy and cheesy, and delicious. Trust me, you'll love it." He says, pointing to the menu. He sounds confident and enthusiastic like he knows what he's talking about.

"OK, I'll have that then." You say, smiling back at him. You trust him. You're willing to try anything he suggests.

"Great choice." He says, closing the menu and putting it aside. He leans closer to you, his hand still on your back. He looks into your eyes, and you feel a spark between you. He opens his mouth to say something, but you hear your phone ring before he can, and Kieran audibly sighs from across the table at your annoying ringtone. "Don't you ever turn that off?" 

You look up at Kieran with annoyance. You thought you did turn it off. Your phone rings again, and you see it's your mom. You wonder why she's calling you so late, and you hope everything is OK.

“Sorry I have to answer.” You hold the phone to your ear, “Hey, mom. What's up?" You say, trying to sound casual and cheerful. "Hi, honey. I'm sorry to bother you, I know you're always busy but I think you need to come home." She says, sounding worried and nervous.

"What? Why? What's wrong?" You ask, feeling fear and concern.

“It's your dad. He had a heart attack. He's in the hospital. They're doing tests on him. They don't know how serious it is." She says, her voice breaking.

“Oh, my god. Mom, I'm so sorry.” You feel tears pricking at your eyes.

You slip your phone into your purse, feeling a knot in your stomach. "I have to go." You blink away a few tears, trying to stay calm and strong.

"Let me grab the tab and I'll take you back to the hotel," Kieran offers, getting up from the booth. He looks at you with concern and sympathy, knowing how close you are to your dad.

You shake your head, "It's my dad. I have to go back to New York." You say, knowing you have to catch the next flight home. You don't want to waste any time or miss any chance to see him. 

Rory hurries out of the booth, grabbing your coat and letting you slip it back on. He hugs you gently as the two of you wait for Kieran to return. He wraps his arms around you, making you feel safe and warm. Jazz runs her hand up and down your back, attempting to comfort you. She gives you a sad smile, wishing she could do more for you.

"It's going to be OK." Rory whispers to you, his breath tickling your ear. He doesn't know if it's true, but he hopes it is.

 "I'm sorry." You mutter against his chest, feeling guilty and regretful. You're sorry for leaving him like this. You're sorry for ruining the night for everyone.

"Don't be." He hushes, kissing the top of your head. "I just want you to be OK." He speaks with pure sincerity, meaning every word. 

Kieran returns with the receipt and his keys. He looks at you and Rory, and he nods slightly. knowing Rory wants to say goodbye to you correctly. 

"I'll wait in the car." He says quietly, "Take your time." He leaves the restaurant with Jazz, leaving you and Rory alone briefly.

Rory takes your hand and leads you outside. He walks with you to Kieran's car. He opens the door for you and helps you get in the back seat. He leans in and looks into your eyes, seeing the pain and fear in them, and he feels it too.

He cups your face with his hands and kisses you softly, making you feel a rush of emotions. He kisses you as he means it, like he doesn't want to let you go.

He pulls back slightly and rests his forehead against yours and he strokes your cheek with his thumb, making you shiver. It may not of been the greatest timing for a first kiss but he needed you to know he was serious about you. "I'll call you later." He says softly, promising to keep in touch with you.

"OK."  You whisper nodding your head. "Please text me tonight."

Rory softly closes the door behind you. He waves to you as Kieran starts the engine and drives away and watches the car disappear into the night, feeling sadness.

He hopes this isn't the end of your story.

Part 4

#rory culkin x you #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin fanfic

[bteezxyewriter12]

I Swear I Had A Plan With Those

Bully/ 2

Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

Word count- 6.5k

Includes- humping through clothes, oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, missionary, from behind, cock riding, multiple orgasms, confusion, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

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5 months later

Namjoon POV

"C'mon Jimin your voice is amazing. You have nothing to worry about. ARMYS love you. They wouldn't want you to be so hard on yourself", she tells him

"Thanks Jo"

"Of course Jimin. All of you guys are amazing."

I watch her lean down and put some eye shadow on his eyelids

"What about Namjoon?", Jimin asks

She glares at him

"I'm sorry Jo. I know everything he did to you but you have to understand I don't know that Namjoon. So it's hard for me to imagine him being that way."

"Yeah we'll he was a massive asshole"

"Jo, he feels really bad about what happened with you. He does. He talks about it with me and he wants more than anything to make it up to you"

What is Jimin doing?

Why is he trying to help me?

He's just going to piss her off more

She looks at him with her eyebrow raised, "What are you trying to say?"

"That maybe you can give him another chance?"

Both her eyebrows go up, disbelief on her face

"You want me to give the guy who made my life miserable for years a second chance? The one who was the reason I got physically hurt? The one who turned the entire school against me? The one who was the reason why guys felt it was ok to touch me? You want me to give him another chance. Are you out of your fucking mind?"

God, she really hates me

And for good reason

"He changed Jo. He's nothing like that anymore"

She looks at the ceiling for a second, breathes in then looks back at Jimin

"I'm going to say this once. I hate Namjoon. I will say he is a great performer, an amazing rapper, lyricist and producer. I won't take that away from him. But I don't trust him at all. I know people say you should give people second chances but you know what, I don't want to give him one. I want him far from me. I don't give second chances. He fucked up his first. That's his fault not mine. He just needs to stay the fuck away from me and there'll be no problems"

Hear that breaks my heart

I just want to make everything up to her

Show her I'm sorry, show her I can be the kind of guy she'd want

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Two weeks later

Namjoon POV

"Joanne, Ari called out sick and we're short staffed"

"Uh ok", she says uneasily

"You have a choice. You can do Hobi and Tae's makeup. Or you can do Namjoon's"

Fuck

She's never going to pick me

No matter how much I want her to

She hasn't done my makeup in months, since that big blow out when the guys found out what I did

She sighs

"Really?"

"Yes. I know you did three of their makeup already but I'm giving you the choice instead of assigning it to you"

"Fuck", she mutters, thinking

"What's your choice?"

I'm about to tune everything out when I hear her answer

"RM"

Me?

She picked me?

Her boss raises her eyebrow, "Namjoon?"

She nods, "Yeah. I didn't sleep well last night and I'm tired. I'd rather do one person's makeup than two. Unless I can just pick Hobi or Tae?"

I feel my heart deflate

She'll probably get to do Hobi or Tae's makeup

She is the best makeup artist we have, so her boss usually gives her what she wants

But her boss shakes her head, "Tae and Hobi are getting their hair done now. That's why I put them together. Namjoon is already done"

She sighs, "Yeah ok. RM then"

Her boss nods and turns away, calling the other makeup artist

"RM", she says flatly

I get up from the couch and make my way to her

'Don't push her to talk to you', I tell myself

I don't want her to yell at me again

When I get to her, I just sit in the chair

She turns to me, holding my foundation

"Hi", I say softly

"Uh hi", she answers, tiredly

No snark or sarcasm

Just a normal hi

She begins to put my makeup on with a sponge

I casually look up at her

She's looking at me, scanning my face while she moves the makeup sponge

She's so gorgeous

I love everything about her

Her beautiful deep brown eyes, her stunning smile, her kissable mouth

I love her lip biting habit she has

She turns me on so much when she does that

Looking at her again, I meet her gaze

She licks her lip, her eyes on mine

Jesus christ she's making me hard

Then she tears her gaze away, shaking her head

Almost as if she couldn't believe she was looking at me

"Uh. Um close your eyes", she says nervously

Why is she nervous?

Does she have feelings for me too?

No she can't

She hates me

She told Jimin that two weeks ago

That's just my mind wanting her to want me

I feel her swipe a brush all over my face

"Keep your eyes closed"

I feel her move brushes over my eyes gently over and over

"You can open them"

I open my eyes to her looking back and forth between my eyes, checking the makeup

She's biting her lip again and I just want to kiss and suck on it

Fucking relax Namjoon

Jesus christ

I need to stop

She gets some lip product and a brush, putting it on my lips

"You're done", she says

I give her a small smile

"Fuck", she whispers

What?

What happened?

"Smile again", she whispers

Ok I don't know what's going on but she's talking to me so I'm not complaining

I smile again watching her look at me intently

I feel her fingers touching my face by my mouth

I can't help but shiver against her touch

It's then I realize she's touching my dimple

And I've never been as happy as I am now when someone touched my dimples

I decide to take a chance

I reach up, holding the back of her hand and move it to my cheek, turning into her palm

Fuck I love her touching me

I get braver and I turn more into her palm, kissing it

Looking back at her, she bites her lip again and I feel her thumb stroke my face

I close my eyes, just feeling her

"Namjoon! Where's Namjoon? I need him, he's next for pictures", someone calls

She snatches her hand away, a look of anger on her face again and turns away from me

No fuck

I want whatever was going on between us to happen again

I'm scared it's never going to happen again

I stand up from the chair and call her name

"Joanne"

I hear her breath in, then turn around

"What?", she snaps

Right, back to the same attitude

But I won't let it happen

Instead I just lean down and kiss her lips gently

Fucking fireworks go off and I love it

When I pull away she's so shocked, eyes wide, staring at me

I just give her a soft smile and turn from her

As I walk to the set, my heart pounds in my chest

I just kissed her

And she didn't punch me or yell at me

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J POV

He kissed me

And I let him

And I fucking loved it

Why?

Oh God, I want more

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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Namjoon sits in front of me waiting for me to touch up his makeup

While I fix a few things, I just keep thinking about him kissing me

And how much I want to kiss him again

How I want to feel what I was feeling when he kissed me

When I finish, I look up and notice that no one is here

Absolutely no one

Where is everyone?

But since there's no one here, I could maybe kiss him

I just have to do it quick

One more and never again

"Are you ok?", he asks softly

"Uh no", I answer

He raises an eyebrow and I just decide to go for it

Leaning to him, I press my lips against his

They're so soft and smooth

He doesn't move for a second, then his arms go around my waist pulling me closer

He licks my lips and fuck it, I open my mouth too

His tongue slides in, touching mine immediately

Goddamn it feels so good

I put my arms around his neck, touching his tongue with mine

Goddamn he's an amazing kisser

He pulls me to his lap and I go willingly like an idiot, straddling him

As soon as I sit on him, I feel his hard on through my clothes

Oh god, he feels good

He moves me closer, making me slide on his cock

Both of us moan from the contact

And fuck me, I start moving on him, feeling his hard on against my pussy

He grips my hips hard, helping me move on him

God I haven't had sex in such a long time

He moves so I can feel his cock more, moving me back and forth

His mouth is hard against mine, his tongue playing with mine

My hands are in his hair, tugging softly

Jesus I'm right there and the next slide on him makes me cum

"Fuck", I moan against his lips, pulling his hair and shaking in his arms

I still move on him, wanting to make him cum

It's takes a minute but he grips me so hard, moaning loudly, "Yes fuck yes"

He relaxes and I stop moving

It's then that I realize what the fuck I just did

No oh god no...I...I...came...he...he came...

NO

I shove him back and he looks at me in surprise while I fall over myself to get off him

Turning away from him, I grip the table hard in front of me, my eyes closed

I let him...

He touched me

His hard on made me...oh god what the fuck is wrong with me?

I can't believe I did that

That I let it get that far

I can't believe I liked it, that he felt that good

Oh god I can't

"Joanne", I hear him whisper

"No RM. Just go back to the shoot"

"But-"

"I'm not talking about it!", I shriek, "Just go away"

He sighs, "I will for now"

No not just for now

Forever

I hear his footsteps leaving and I'm wondering what the hell is wrong with me

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Namjoon POV

What just happened?

I really made...made her cum?

And she made me cum?

I don't know what happened

She just kissed me and I stopped thinking

I just did

Pulling her on me, feeling her sit on my hard on, moving her on me

I wanted to make her feel good

I wanted to make her cum

And after I did it for her, she made me cum

Then it's like she realized it was me she was doing it with and she jumped off me

Yelled at me to leave her alone

And I said I would, for the moment

I would have stayed but I had cum in my boxers and I had to come to the bathroom to clean everything

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*This next part takes place a week later. BTS didn't have any events or shoots or whatever so they didn't need their staff and Namjoon didn't see the reader. He decides to go to her apartment to talk to her (I haven't figured out how he knows where she lives yet- for the sake of the story as it is now- he just does)

J POV

I sigh as I open my door

Namjoon is standing there, looking at me

God he's so beautiful

Stop

I need to stop it now

But what the fuck?

Why is he here?

How did he get my address?

"What do you want?", I snarl

"I want to talk to you", he says

"Well I don't want to listen to you"

"Please Joanne."

"No"

What doesn't he get?

Why does he insist on wanting to talk to me when I made it clear months ago that I want him to leave me alone

It already sucks that I'm in love with him and it's worse that he won't leave me alone

I always catch him looking at me

He always looks like he wants to talk to me

But I avoid him as much as I can

Even so, I always end up watching him too

And I can't get that fucking day that we both came from feeling each other out of my head

It won't leave me alone

"Please. Can you just talk to me this once? Then you won't have to again if you don't want to"

I don't know what to do

Should I hear him out?

I hate that I want to listen to what he had to say

Fuck

"Fine", I snap, turning and walking into my apartment

I hear him close the door and follow me

I sit on my bed and he has too also

It's the only place to sit in my small studio apartment

"Joanne, I'm so sorry for everything I did to you. I hate what I did, I hate that I bullied you. I hate knowing I made you cry, that you got hurt because of me."

I don't know what he wants me to say

He's said this before and it hasn't changed anything

"I know you think I forgot about you but I never did. I swear. I thought about you everyday since high school and I wished I could apologize to you. Make it up to you.", he explains, "I was a complete idiot for not recognizing you. When you told me who you were, I can't believe I didn't see it. I'm sorry that I hurt you."

I just keep quiet

"I know I shouldn't ask but I want to know if you can give me another chance. I can prove to you I'm different, that I'm nothing like the Namjoon you knew. I just want to get to know you, the way I should have in high school."

He's asking a lot from me

"I don't know Namjoon. You are the one person I said I'd never give a second chance to. I went through so much because of you. I was depressed for years and I had to go to therapy to get over everything. I don't trust you"

"I'm sorry. I don't know what else I can say but I'm so sorry. I wish you could feel how sorry I am"

I don't know what to say

So I stay silent

"You don't have to answer me now. Can you just think about it?"

I guess I can think about it

I want to believe him but I don't want to risk anything

So I just nod

We sit in silence for a few minutes

"I guess I should go", he says

Yeah he should

I look over at him to see him looking at me

Why is he so hot?

Why?

Looking at each other, he just leans over and kisses me

And I don't push him away

I should

I should shove him off, slap him and make him leave

But I can't

I want him

Ever since that day in the dressing room, I've wanted him more and more

Without clothes on

And I hate that so much

I hate that I've fallen for him

I hate that he has changed from the asshole he used to be

Just watching him, how he is with the staff, the guys, his fans, anyone shows me how different he is

I don't want to believe it

I want to keep hating him

I don't want to have feelings for him

I don't want to want him

God I'm so fucked up

I fell for my bully

The guy I swore I'd hate forever

But I don't want to stop kissing him

His lips are so soft and feel so good

So I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, hating that I'm doing that

His arms go around me and I hate how good it feels, how right it feels being in his arms

He slides his tongue in and it feels so good

He moans and my panties get drenched

Fuck why?

This is utter bullshit

He pushes me gently back and I move until I'm laying down, him hovering over me, still kissing me

We kiss for awhile, holding onto each other

He kisses my neck and I moan loudly

Why?

Why does he have to feel so good?

It's not fair

"Can I touch you? Please?", he asks

I shouldn't let him

I should just get up

Tell him to fuck off

But instead I say yes

His hands start touching me, roaming everywhere

And I fucking love it

I love the feel of his big hands on me and I want nothing more than him touching my skin instead of through my clothes

His hand goes down and under my shirt as if he heard what I was thinking

Electricity fires through me under his fingers

"I want you Joanne. So much", he whispers

Fuck what do I say?

I don't know

I know that if I tell him I want him too, I have to shut my brain off and just feel

Can I do that?

I want him, so yeah I can

"I want you too", I tell him

"Can I have you? I want to make you feel so good. I can, I promise. Please let me", he begs

Fuck me

I just give in

"Yes"

He sits up immediately and pulls me up

He gets my shirt and bra off in under a minute, kissing me and laying me back down

Kissing down my neck, he kisses my chest and shoulders, going down until he gets to my breasts

He licks my nipple and I get so fucking soaked

More than before

Fucking bullshit

He licks over and over and it feels so good

My arms go around him, one hand in his blonde hair

He switches to my other nipple and he starts sucking on it

"Fuck!", I moan, pulling his hair from how fucking good it feels

His hand plays with my other nipple while he sucks

After awhile he stops and moves back up my body, kissing me as he goes

"I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you, I want your pussy on my tongue, I want you to cum on my tongue. Can I have that? Please?", he asks

Holy shit

Mother of god

I fucking want that so much

"Yeah, ok", I agree

He lifts his head and smiles at me

Fucking hell, his smile is everything

His fucking dimples are goddamn beautiful

Why?

Why do I have to love his smile?

Kissing, licking and sucking down my body, his hands start pulling my pants down

He gets lower on me, sits up and pulls my pants off

He slides his hands up my legs and stops at my hips

He runs his hands down my pussy and I jump from the feeling

"Fuck you're panties are so wet. Did I do this to you?", he asks glancing up

I bite my lip and nod

He gives me another of his gorgeous smiles, then pulls down my panties

He looks at my naked body and I feel self conscience

"My god, you're fucking beautiful", he says with awe in his voice

What?

No way

I look up at him and his eyes are gliding all over me

"So fucking sexy", he murmurs, touching me all over

He glances up at my face and leans over, kissing my lips softly

"You're so beautiful Joanne. I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you. I mean that", he says

"Ok uh tttt....thanks", I mumble

"There's nothing to thank Jo. It's just facts. You're gorgeous"

I blush and he smiles again

He moves back and opens my legs

"Oh fuck", he moans

I feel him put his tongue on me and lick

"Fuck!", I shudder

Jesus it feels so goddamn good

And he just licked me once

He starts moving his tongue so fast, licking up and down, pleasure fucking exploding in my body

He's so fucking good with his tongue

Because of course he is

When he starts licking my clit, my entire body jumps from the bed in so much pleasure

"Oh god, yes, fuck"

"You like it there baby?", he asks

Fuck why do I like him calling me that?

I don't know but I love it

"Yes Namjoon, yes", I moan

"Ok baby", he answers

His tongue slides on my clit over and over, making me feel so good and driving me fucking insane

"Oh my god, oh my god", I whimper

I feel him take my clit in his mouth

He sucks once and I fucking explode

"Yeah NAMJOON, yes", I shout, coming hard

His tongue slides all over me as he moans

I don't know what the fuck is going on with my body but his licking sends another orgasm through me, feeling fucking amazing

I've never came one after the other except with him

Of course it has to be with him

Of course

"Fuck, ahhh, fuck", I cry

I can't stop my body from trembling

He lifts me up a little and his tongue slides inside me

"Holy fuck!"

God it feels so good

So fucking amazing

He moves his tongue up and out, then goes back in

No one has ever done this, no one has ever eaten me out as good as he has

The pleasure is so fucking intense and my brain shuts off

I can't think, I can only feel

He keeps going and I feel another orgasm building

I need to cum

I want it so much

His tongue goes in and I cum on it, my hips snapping up into his face, my hands grabbing his hair and hold him to me while I climax

Stars burst in my vision from feeling so good

When it ends, my body goes limp and he pulls away

He comes next to me and kisses my cheek

"You taste so fucking good. I fucking love it"

I moan

Holy shit

He's driving me crazy

I sit up and pull him up

He looks confused until I pull his shirt up and off

And I'm hit with his fucking gorgeous body

My mouth drops while I look at him

His chest and stomach are fit, no hard muscles like a body builder but they're defined

And so hot

His arms and his shoulders are amazing

"Fuck Namjoon", I gasp, biting my lip

I look at his face and he's blushing

I touch his face and kiss him gently

"You're beautiful", I tell him, "And so fucking sexy"

I kiss him again, sliding my tongue in his mouth

His arms go around me holding me close to him

God why?

Why does being in his arms feel so right?

Like I belong here

I have to stop

He's still the guy who made me miserable

It's just sex

I push him back and he lays down

Pulling his pants and boxers off, I throw them behind me

I finally see his cock and shit, it's big

And I'm so fucked up because I just want him in my mouth

If someone told me months ago that I'd be blowing Kim, Namjoon, I would have slapped them

Leaning down, I lick up his cock and listen to him moan

I put his head in my mouth and move down his cock, putting all of him in my mouth

I don't have a gag reflex and it doesn't bother me

"Holy shit Joanne"

I suck and he yells in pleasure

I smile and suck harder, moving my head up and down his length

I love how he feels in my mouth

I'm fucking crazy

Seriously

"Fuck baby, you're so good at this"

Sliding up his shaft, I suck on his head, keeping my tongue on the underside and licking there

"Fuck me. Oh god", he yells

I keep sucking, loving that I'm making him go crazy

I wrap my hand around his shaft and jerk him off while I suck and lick his head

"Baby, I'm....oh fuck.."

I take him all in my mouth again, sucking his cock hard and fast

His hand goes in my hair, moving my head up and down, while he thrusts into my mouth

It doesn't hurt

I like that I'm making him feel like this

"Oh fuck, fuck fuck!", he screams, coming down my throat

I swallow on his cock and he whimpers

I keep swallowing hearing his cute yelps

He let's me go and I pull him out

Looking at his cock, I watch as cum still comes out

Leaning over again, I lick it off

Fuck me, he tastes so goddamn good

He shivers when I lick him and I keep doing it until he stops leaking

I lay down next to him and whisper in his ear, "Your cum tastes amazing Namjoon"

"Fuck baby"

He rolls over on top of me, kissing me hard, his hard on pressing into my leg

What?

How is he hard again so fast?

"I need you. I need to be in you baby. Can I?", he asks

I can't say no

And I don't want to

I want him in me as much as he wants to be inside

"You better Namjoon", I answer

He smiles his fucking amazing dimpled smile, taking my breath away

He opens my legs and lays in between them

He kisses me again, then moves to my neck

I put my arms around his body, running my hands all over his back, his arms, his sides

I love how he feels

I love feeling his skin on me

His hands wrap my legs around him, sucking on my neck while he pushes in

"Oh, oh god", I moan from him sinking in inch by inch

"Fuck baby. I love how tight you are", he moans

When he moves, fires shoots through my body and my pussy clenches him

"Fuck", he groans, starting to thrust harder and faster

Pleasure over takes me and again my brain shuts off

"So good", he moans

He's so big, he's hitting all the right places

I've never been able to cum during sex

The guys ate me out before sex

Not that I don't enjoy it, I do

It feels good but it just never happened

But it hasn't felt as good or pleasurable as it is with Namjoon

Because of course not

So I'm not expecting to cum the next time he slams inside me

"Fuck oh fuck!", I scream, coming on his cock and squeezing him so tightly

I can't let go of him, he feels too good and I want to keep him inside

"Good girl, fuck baby, don't stop coming on me", he moans, slamming harder while I cum

He made me orgasm

Of course it had to be with him

This is getting to be ridiculous

Of course his kiss drives me insane, his touch makes me tremble, his body makes me feel amazing

Because of fucking course it's him

He moves so fast, thrusting hard over and over, throwing me into another orgasms right away

"Yes yes yes!", I shout

My body is on fire and the pleasure is overwhelming

"Namjoon fuck"

"Yes baby. Yes"

When I finish he pulls out, grabbing my arms and pulling me up

Namjoon POV

I pull her up and hold her against the wall that her bed is against

I'm on my knees, kissing her hard

"Open baby", I whisper

She's holding onto me with her arms around my neck and all I want is to be back inside

"Please", I plead, "Open your pretty legs for me baby girl. I wanna be back inside. Please let me"

I don't care how I sound, I just want her

I want her legs around me, I want her kissing me, I want her pulling my hair, screaming my name again

She opens her legs for me , wrapping them around my waist and I hold her up from her perfect ass

Pitying my head to her hole, I push in, feeling her tiny tight cunt open so pleasurably around me

"Fuck yes", I moan while she whimpers against my neck

Once I bottom out, I start moving, in and out, pleasure shooting through my body

No girl has ever been so perfect for me

I fit inside her so fucking well and I love the way she squeezes me

"Oh my god", she cries when I start moving harder and faster

Kissing her neck, shoulders and chest, she slides one of her hands in my hair and pulls, pulling my head back and kissing all over my neck

Fuck it feels so good

"Fuck Joanne, you're fucking amazing", I praise, "So wet for me, so tight for me"

"Yeah Namjoon", she moans

God damn, hearing her moan my name turns me on so much

I love hearing it

Especially since she only calls me RM or says my name so coldly and with so much hate

I feel her pussy tighten on me and I know she's gonna cum any second

"Scream for me", I ask, slamming into her hard

"FUCK NAMJOON!", she screams, coming so hard on me, "Oh god NAMJOON, NAMJOON!"

Yes, fuck I love hearing her scream my name

Shit, the feeling of her coming is giving me such intense pleasure

She feels so good

I don't remember being cummed on feeling so good

"Good girl", I praise her, "Again baby. I love when you fucking cum on me"

"Fuck Namjoon"

Slamming in her harder and harder, I listen to her screams and I fucking love it

I love that I'm making her feel this way

The person she hates making her feel so good

I hate that she hates me because all I want is her

But she's letting me now, so all I can do is take it and be happy

"Oh shit NAMJOON fuck!", she shouts when another orgasm rips through her

I feel her legs shaking around me and she's pulling my hair so hard

Her chest is pressing into mine, when her back arching off the wall

"Fuck, fuck", I moan

I feel myself getting ready too

The pleasure is too intense

"I'm..I'm...gonna....", I try to say, but having to stop

I don't want to get out

I breathe in, "I'm gonna cum. I want to cum inside you. Can I?" I beg

"Yes", she yells, "Yes!"

Fucking yes!

"Fuck Joanne!", I shout, coming inside, her pussy clenching me so tightly

"Oh god, shit, yes", I moan, holding her to me tightly, bliss assaulting my body

Only when I finish, do I pull out and she pushes me on my back

"Shit", she whispers

I look up to see her looking at my cock with her eyes wide and eyebrows up

What?

What's wrong?

I look down

Oh

Damn, I'm still hard

I don't know how

Looking back up at her, she smirks and climbs on top of me

She hovers right over me and raises an eyebrow

I nod rapidly, wanting her on me again

And again

And again

I can't get enough of her

She doesn't say a word, she just slides down until I'm all in, the sight of her hole stretching around me so fucking pretty

She lets out a small moan and I get so turned on

She starts bouncing making me groan from the pleasure

"God baby, you're so good at this"

The smile she gives me while she bounces on me is killing me

She's just everything

"Fuck Namjoon, you're so big and so fucking hard. You feel so good"

Fuck me, she's so sexy

I get up on my elbows and just watch her

I can't tear my eyes away

She's still smirking, her hips moving, her boobs jiggling like crazy and her pussy squeezing me so tightly

I'm in heaven

This has to be heaven

She leans back, her arms behind her on my thighs, pussy tightening so much on me and starts slamming on me hard

"Oh god", I whimper

I just want to fucking touch her

But first I want to watch more

I hear her breathing getting faster and she sweating, her pussy pulsing rapidly around my length

She's creaming my cock so much, I'm covered in it

I fucking love it

"You gonna cum Jo?", I ask her

She nods, "Mmmhmm"

"Good baby. I want you too"

"Ok", she whispers

"Now baby girl"

She moans so loudly, and I feel her clench me so much more when she cums again

Watching her cum is fucking hot

The way her head leans back, the way her chest heaves as she screams and breathes heavily

I look down to where she's on me and fuck I see her legs shaking and her pussy pulsing on me, creaming my cock even more than before it's pooling in my lap

Fuck god, that's amazing

She sits back up with my cock still buried in her

"Good Jo?", I ask

"Amazing", she answers

"Good baby, get ready for more", I growl, laying back down, grabbing her hips and bringing her up my cock then slam her back down

"FUCK", she screams, grabbing my arms tightly

"Again Joonie. Do it again. Please baby", she cries

Joy blasts in my body hearing her call me "Joonie" and "baby"

It's so much better than RM

It may be stupid but maybe it'll be different between us now

I hope so

Slamming her down again, she shouts

"More Joonie, more", she begs, tears falling down her face as she gets wrecked on my cock

"Anything for you baby", I assure her

As I slam her down, I thrust up and she screams so loudly

"Yes Joonie, there, right there"

"Ok baby. I'm gonna give it to you good", I answer, moving faster and faster

"Oh god, oh god Namjoon!", she cries, holding my cock when she explodes

She leans over, putting her hands on my shoulders because she's shaking so hard

I just look up and stare at her, loving the pleasure in her face and the way her pussy is throbbing on me

She collapses on me when she's done and she puts her face in my neck

"Holy shit Namjoon", she breathes

"You want more baby girl?", I ask

She nods, sobbing, "Yeah Joonie. I want more of you"

Yes yes yes

Fucking yes

I love hearing her say that

Rolling over, I get her under me and sit up

Turning her, I put her on her hands and knees, then pound into her

"Yes!", she screams

She clenches me so hard immediately and doesn't let go, making pleasure shoot through every nerve in me

I start moving fast and hard, keeping my arm around her waist so she stays in place while I plow into her waiting hole

"Yes. Oh fuck, yes Namjoon! Harder baby. Harder!", she yells

I pull her legs open more and lean over her back, ramming her hard like she wants

Moving my hand down, I play with her clit while I fuck her

"Oh my god", she moans

"Yeah baby. I want you to cum again. I love when you cum for my cock. It's my favorite thing in the world", I whisper to her

She just moans

"Please baby. Your pussy is so wet and feels so good. My girl is so tight and perfect. Don't you want to cum baby? I thought you wanted me"

"I do", she breathes hard, "I do want you. I love your cock. I love you slamming in me. Keep going and I'll cum all over you like you want baby"

Yes fuck, that's what I want

I snap my hips and go in so deep, making her scream and causing another orgasm, just like I wanted

I see her arms shaking and she's struggling to hold herself up

"Don't fall baby. I'm not done with you yet"

"Joonie", she whimpers

"Just one more baby. Please. For me?", I plead, "Can I make you cum again?"

"Fuck. Yes Joonie, yes", she agrees, cried

I kiss her back and sit up

Grabbing her hips, I slide her up and down my cock

She starts moving too, slamming herself back on so hard

The pleasure is running through my body

God her pussy feels so good

I don't want anyone but her

I don't know how I'm going to be able to stay away from her now

She's clenching my cock and I wait for it

"Fuck Namjoon!", she screams and I watch her pussy throb on me and her cum soak my cock, while she still moves

God, I love seeing that, it turns me on so much more

She slides on me again and I lose it

"Fuck JOANNE, yes baby!", I cry, gripping her hips and coming hard, inside her, ecstasy hitting my body hard, her pretty cunt milking me for all my cum

"Yes Namjoon, oh god baby, you feel so good", she yells

God she's fucking amazing

When I pull out, she falls face down on the bed

Laying next to her, I kiss her shoulders and her back

I love the way her skin feels and the way she shudders under my lips

"My baby is so sensitive now", I smile against her skin

She moans and moves closer to me

Sliding my hand in her sweaty hair, I play with it, not giving a shit that she's sweating.

I just still want to touch her

Because I won't be able to after tonight

Unless I say something to her

But I don't know if I should

I have to think about it more

But now I want her

I want her in my arms

I want to hold her and fall asleep with her

I just don't know if she'll let me stay

"Joanne, uh...", I trail off

"Yeah?", she breathes

"Can....uh....can I stay with you? For the night?"

I'm so scared of her answer

"Namjoon, I don't know if that's a good idea", she answers

My heart falls but I don't blame her

It's just sex to her

I can't expect her to want me or feel different just because we had sex

"Oh uh ok"

"Fuck it", I hear her whisper

"You can stay Namjoon", she answers, "I want you"

Happiness bursts in my heart

Maybe she does feel like I do

She turns to me and moves closer, cuddling into me

"Just hold me Namjoon. Just for tonight", she asks

"I will. I promise I won't let you go", I answer, kissing her cheek

Wrapping my arms around her, I run my fingers in her soft beautiful hair and watch her eyes close

She falls asleep in my arms quickly and I just watch her

I love her but I don't know if she'll ever give me a chance to prove to her I'm different

I'm hoping she will but I just don't know

"I love you", I whisper

Then I close my eyes, falling asleep

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[itsclydebitches]

Okay, so as the canon recedes from memory and fandom jokes take hold — la de da the world turns — I’ve seen an influx of takes that have steadily moved away from “Izzy’s tragic because this whole debacle is technically his fault (going after Stede’s hostages)” and “Izzy is sympathetic in part because he’s so bad at villain-ing” straight into serious claims of, “Wow, Izzy is just totally incompetent, huh?”

No, no, no, Izzy is terrifyingly competent.

We as a fandom need to remember our meta roots; one of the very first things ever acknowledged in the community: this is a character who has suddenly been thrust into a new genre.

For me, it’s basically the storytelling version of the “Who would win, Goku or Saitama?” question. The answer has nothing to do with power, skill, or competence and everything to do with what would be funny, because Saitama exists in a universe where, unless it’s more entertaining for him to lose, he automatically wins — always, forever, it’s the default state. That doesn’t make Goku, a guy with the power of the gods in his own universe, incompetent by any stretch of the imagination. It just means he’s suddenly been hog-tied by the rules of a new reality.

Izzy is the Goku to Stede’s Saitama.

Izzy scopes out Stede’s marooned crew (because he didn’t remember to have someone steer the boat), buys the hostages he lost, and homoerotically skillfully cuts up his shirt with hard-earned sword skills. Stede wins when Pete throws a rock.

Izzy corners Stede in the duel before he’s even realized they’ve started, hits him across the face, disarms him, and skewers him to the mast by successfully stabbing him. Stede wins because the handle of Izzy’s sword broke and there’s supposedly nothing important on the left side of the body.

Izzy is a complete asshole about chores because in his ‘real world’ a lack of munitions, or barnacles on the ship’s side, leads to death. Or at least lost raids (which they also need to afford basic supplies). Stede exists in the world where you can walk off stab wounds, find an oasis of oranges at your assassin’s church, and row straight to your lost crew without a need for anything like supplies, rest, or a map.

Pre-Stede Izzy successfully intimidates Fang, gets him to obey his commands ( “Fang!” *hiss*), and Fang admits that complaining about the abuse wouldn’t do any good. Post-Stede Fang, Lucius, Pete, Wee John, etc. can’t be intimidated because they know that here, such threats are meaningless.

Izzy manages to wrangle together Calico Jack, Spanish Jackie, and the British — three very different parties with beef against each other and him — all in an effort to get Stede executed. Stede survives because Ed pulls out a trump card that we learned about [checks notes] right now.

Stede beats Izzy again and again and again because Stede is working under the rules of the Romantic Comedy. Is it funny if Stede were to win a duel through absurd means? Yes? Then that’s what happens. Would Izzy winning here interfere with the romance between Ed and Stede? Yes? Then that can’t happen. It’s as simple as that. Unless we circle away from the stages of Epiphany (Stede’s talk with Mary) and Resolution (heading back to Ed for the presumed reunion) and Izzy becomes a more serious Obstacle to their love, everything he attempts is doomed from the get-go. Even if he were to be written as a more serious threat to the romance, the comedy inevitably obliterates any real chance he’d have. Unless OFMD doesn’t just pull lightly from other genres as it has in season one, but takes a hard turn into something new... Izzy is fighting a losing battle. He’s Goku powering up to fucking super saiyan and then being understandably confused when Stede manages to trip over his own feet, starting a Loony Toon-esque domino fall that somehow ends with Izzy K.O.’ed. How did this happen? Fuck if he knows. The logic he’s worked under all his life says it’s impossible and yet... here he lies.

Honestly, I ramble because competence is SUCH an important part of Izzy’s character. Competence is what’s allowed him to survive into his 50′s (unless he’s really 16 lol), help build the Blackbeard legend, and gain the kind of respect that has the crew (initially) jumping at his command. Izzy knows that he’s competent. His entire, prickly personality is built on being competent, particularly when competence is used as a defense mechanism. (No need to grapple with feelings when he can just kill someone.) More importantly, he knows that, under ordinary circumstances, not being competent gets you killed. He’s watching Ed trade in protective leather for lace shirts, fill up on marmalade, turn sword training into a flirting session, admire model ships instead of formulating plans — all these things that should, according to the rules Izzy has spent his entire life living by, get them all killed. We know Stede wouldn’t survive a day in the world of “real” pirates, where Izzy originally hails from. Izzy knows it too. We know Stede survives anyway because this is a rom-com and he’s the lead. But Izzy doesn’t know what genre he’s in; certainly not that the genre has changed — and fuck, if the rules of the universe changed once before, who’s to say they won’t suddenly change again? What if he wakes up one day on a frilly ship, with a useless crew, a domesticated Blackbeard, and the world is a horrifying mess of cruelty and violence again? They’d be screwed. He’s running around bitching about plans, munitions, ship speed, killing pets, formal duels, and yes, avoiding “namby-pamby” soft things because dammit of course those things matter. They always have. Yes everyone needs specific duties because otherwise the ship falls apart and they all die. What do you mean the ship isn’t falling apart while everyone eats marmalade and has gay sex? That’s not possible.

Imagine you were a crazy competent member of society according to current social norms. Maybe you’re highly educated, have a six-figure job, are meeting all the expectations for a family, you’re considered conventionally attractive, you eat well, go to the gym every day, have impressive hobbies, give to charity on the regular, maintain a thriving friend group — in every way that your peers might judge your worth within this specific social circle, you are killing it. Then you wake up one random morning and, as Badminton puts it, you’ve entered Backwards Land. People suddenly laugh at your well-balanced lunch because pff, what do you mean you’re not just eating a bucket of candy like the rest of us? Certain public displays that would have been unthinkable 24 hours ago are suddenly occurring on every street corner. You walk in to a promotion meeting with a detailed report on why your work of the last 30 years is worth recognition. The new hire suggests they have a face-paint party instead of running the company and your boss is like, “Well damn if that isn’t the best suggestion anyone’s ever given me. You’re promoted!”

What?

Izzy is fascinating in part because he’s a HYPER-COMPETENT individual who took to his toxic, violent, homophobic, highly repressed society like a duck to water, only to find one day that the rules of the universe had changed (for the better) but whoops, nothing he’s good at suddenly has a foothold anymore. You’re an expert at running a ship? Ships are just a backdrop to romance and it doesn’t matter if there’s, you know, ammunition, or whatever. Supplies — like oranges — only matter if they’re forwarding relationships. You’re an expert swordsman? Yeah, good luck winning a rigged fight where literally anything goes provided it’s funny enough (and you, as a tightly-strung rule follower, are not funny). Your entire identity is built around intimidating and executing people? The queer polycule thinks your threats are hilarious and if you strand people on a desert island their lighthouse captain will just row to them in a single scene; the guy tossed overboard will just climb into the walls and sustain himself on paper or something. You’re Alice in Wonderland except you don’t remember falling down the hole. The fact that Lucius’ cut off finger is used for a moment of (wonderfully gross) humor and he’s totally fine when he wakes up, whereas Izzy’s severed toe is more straightforwardly horrific and requires a cane, just highlight that they’re living in different genres. For Lucius, a severed finger is a moment of comedy (Dutch fuckery) and romance (Pete whittling him a replacement). For Izzy, a severed toe is a moment of devotion to a toxic relationship (eating it on Blackbeard’s command) and a #SeriousInjury that he literally can’t walk off. Izzy’s got the worst of both worlds at the moment: governed by his original, gritty genre and unable to circumvent or reap the rewards of the rom-com.

Which only leaves the question of whether Izzy will remain the tragic figure — but still very humorous for the viewer — who is either killed or permanently exiled due to his inability to adapt? Or will he grudgingly (oh so grudgingly) turn himself over to this new set of rules? I’m personally hoping for the latter BUT with moments here and there where the gritty drama bleeds into the rom-com; moments where things suddenly do become legitimately perilous and Izzy’s honed skills once again become necessary for survival. Like Ed who moves from the poetry-loving Edward into the murderous Kraken, Izzy has the potential to move between and/or straddle genres in some pretty entertaining ways.

#OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #Izzy Hands

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

"is that how you get out of situations like this? By fucking your way out of them?" and/or "do you really think youre in a position to give orders" with naib perhaps, I do love me a cheeky dom mercenary

You ever seen on man played so bad u wanna kiss him? thts me at most of the mercs i get , idk wht yall doing but the guy wearing the cat suit pls call me. Sorry if this is ooc i dont know much about him

Rated Explicit | Warning: minor pet play (he just calls you kitten LISTEN), bdsm like themes, tht one skin he has uwu

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The way he looks down at you is befitting to the theme of his attire, the clear display of power in the way he stands at his full height with not a single strand of hair out of place, his gloved hand petting your hair before gripping it when you attempt to pull away. His voice is raspy, “Is that how you get out of situations like this?” He smirks at the way you grip his thighs as he forces you to take all of him down your throat, “By fucking your way out of them?" He is being an asshole as this is just for play and not you actually being in trouble… Sort of. Okay, well, you are in trouble for your bratty behavior of late— You claim it is not your fault! You have been needy and Naib has been doing back-to-back matches, of course, you got antsy.

The rule is you can touch yourself but cannot cum. Only Naib is allowed to bring you release.

But… He has been so tired after every match! And you did not want to bother him, no matter how much you yearned to even hold him.

When he caught your room, the whimpers of apologies as you found release in by your own hand, your face buried in a shirt of his.

“Naughty, kitten.” Groaning as you finally can give him a proper blow job, greedily too as if you have been starved of the taste of him. “Fuck.” He had not intended to cum in your mouth but he too misses you.

The matches have been relentless lately, too many close calls or ties. The worst happened today with him being the only survivor to make it out via the dungeon. Smiley nearly had him dead to rights.

Naib is not a particularly needy person but he can be one who misses the affection given by another. You rather are good at bringing out a different side of him. Though right now he is being a disciplinarian, maybe given how you swallow his cum and then gaze up at him.

“Open,” You open your mouth, “Good kitten.” Petting your head then your cheek which you lean into, rolling your tongue to make a purring sound. Cute, licking his thumb as he wipes some of the cum that spilled from the corner of your mouth. Hooded eyes, your hands pawing at his thighs. 

“Bed. On your hands and knees.” Since you did all the work, the mercenary might as well put your hole to proper use. You wiggle your ass, head on the pillow and turn to look over your shoulder. His hands grab your cheek, preparing you as he gropes it before slapping your ass. You jerk forward but he snatches your waist, once again he slaps your ass.

A reminder this is a punishment.

“Breathe.” Then slams into you, one well-practiced thrust into your hole, he bends forward covering your body. Naib's hand grabs yours while the other grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls back making sure you do not keep quiet. “Go on, sing.” His movements portray everything he cannot find the words to describe how much he misses you. Slow and deep, savoring, filling the emptiness.

“Harder, please!” Because if he does not raw you into this damn bed, you might scream, “Fuck me, damn you!” Fighting to get him to move the way you know he knows how, what you imagined for weeks.

 "Do you really think you're in a position to give orders?” Dark, he pushes your head down before sitting up. The coat is tossed on the floor, the jacket too. Only the sleeveless undershirt, pants and shoes, and those gloves remain on.

“I'm begging here, Naib! I need you!”

“Me or a cock to reach where your fingers can't, baby?”

You cried out in frustration as he held both sides of your hips still, “I'm sorry, please, I just didn't want to bother you!”

“Do you think your needs are a bother?”

You stop looking at him as you know that is exactly what you felt.

“There wasn't a night I thought about being inside of you. How I am going to fuck you like I could get you pregnant.” He groans at how your walls squeeze around him at those words. “I neglected you. I'm sorry.” Kissing your upper back. “But you knew my rules,” You grip the bed sheets until your hands start to feel sore, “But I can postpone that punishment for later.”

#reader insert #naib subedar #idv naib #identity v x you #identity v x reader #identity v #identity v naib #naib subedar x reader #naib subedar x you #naib x reader #naib x you #idv mercenary #identity v mercenary #anon ask #idv

[ilumin]

Ragbros brainrot

Okay, first of all, Kaeya's and Diluc's relationship is strictly familiar, no ships here. Self insert thing but it's up to you if it's romantic or platonic.

No pronouns are used for reader, OH and also! Few spoilers from Kaeya's Hangout, and just Kaeya's and Diluc's backstories.

OKAY, I know I was supposed to write something about Neuvillette but... This doesn't want to leave my head. Am I the only one who craves seeing Kaeya and Diluc being just... Kaeya and Diluc?

And no, I don't mean it in their usual way. I need to see them as happy siblings. Both are so traumatized and lonely, they both deserve a bear hug, PLEASE.

I need to see them laughing.

Don't get me wrong, I love their soft chuckles in the game, but I mean, laughing their asses off.

I want to see them just laugh, holding onto their stomachs, wheezing and all that. I want to see them genuinely smile at each other, talk like they used to in the past.

I need to see them being just siblings.

Doing pranks to each other but enjoying each other's company. Gossiping about everything and nothing at the same time as they sit to dinner table at the winery, eating their favorite meals prepared by Adelinde.

I just need them to be family again.

I know their backstories pretty well (I'm fucking obsessed) and I know they both been through a lot, and yet, it physically hurts me to see them so conflicted.

I know that's a canon that they don't really like each other anymore, but with every meeting they have in game, I just like to imagine their life without them being conflicted and just being brothers as they are.

For example, just like when they were kids. In Kaeya's Hangout, Adelinde told us a story from their childhood, about how Diluc once wanted to sneak into their father's basement, where they stored all of the wine, when they were still kids. How he got Kaeya to stay on watch but in the end, they got caught by Adelinde, and were forced to clean every barrel in the Winery. Like when Kaeya decided he'll help Diluc, even if it was mostly Diluc's fault and Diluc's responsibility to make up for his mistake. Why? Because they were brothers.

I mean- IMAGINE

A Spring afternoon, both Kaeya and Diluc are just enjoying their day in domestic way, for example - Helping Adelinde and the rest of the staff clean the Winery. You're there too, of course, doing the same thing as them, dusting and putting all the things to their places. And they're just... So relaxed, jabbing each other playfully, maybe there's music and you three dance as you clean.

Just... Enjoying the moment, forgetting about everything that's bad, all problems are far, far away from you as you laugh, jump, skip and dance like children, not thinking about anyone's opinion.

Adelinde is just standing in the entrance to the main hall, looking at you three with a soft smile on her elderly face, seeing them both finally happy, and with someone who also takes care of them.

Even if there's stock of papers on Diluc's desk to be yet signed that will probably take him entire night to get through, even if there's some affairs in the City of Freedom that Kaeya can't refuse to take care, even if you have your own things to do that makes your head spin...

You guys are genuine happy.

Kaeya once again has a place to call home

Diluc once again has people to call his family

And you, once again, can see them smile.

Gosh, I'm so down for them.

#genshin impact #ragbros #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnivindr #x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya and diluc being just silly brothers #i love them too much #please help me #but actually don't #i would like to stay in my own delusional world #thank you

[lilssea]

Okay, let’s talk about what happened today and why I’m going to defend Mew after seeing so much hate on him today. Because, I as far as I saw many people were saying that was Mew’s fault if Sand and Ray were already together in this episode.

First of all: Ray is not stupid, is not be manipulated by Mew. He chose to be with him and not with Sand because he was literally in love with Mew since forever and as we saw in the trailer for the next episode he knows about Sand’s feelings and he is even possessive of him.

Mew and Ray are toxic for each other, do you know why I’m saying this? Because Mew is in a vulnerable state of mind because he already lost himself the moment he knew his boyfriend not only cheated on him but he did it with one of his best friend. A best friend, mind you, who is the exact opposite of him. More extrovert, more a party person and more flirty with way more experience than him. Oh, and let’s not forget that Mew was already vulnerable because he felt that he need to sleep with Top otherwise he thought he was gonna leave him or getting bored so they slept together and had his first time with someone who loved. And who told this? Boston the friends who betrayed him. Mew was already the “good boy”, the “bored one”, “virgin one”, he thought through his friends and other people that he was already a boring person or even a “frigid” one who no one would actually want to have a relationship with.

He thought that Top was gonna be different, Top was trying to change for Mew and he was even trying to make Mew do new things with him without the prejudice of the people that already he had on himself. Now, not only he lost Boston as friends; he now is grieving his own friends group because now he is just tired of being the good boy or be the one who need to be in the right and act like an adult among his friends especially with Ray. When Mew is a boy in is twenty who for the first time had a really deep relationship, in many levels, with another human in a non platonic way and he got really hurt so much that now he just want to be what the fuck he want. Like imagine trying not only to act like you have your own shit together but to be there for your friends and in particular for Ray.

Ray who know what is happening about everything: Sand be in love with him, Mew trying to forget Top with him and what he is doing now? He is just doing ‘Ray’ and do what he do normally so alcohol and drugs. But this time he doesn’t have Mew to scold him about him instead Mew is doing it with him even the simple sigarette’s scene you can see how tired Mew is with his old self and how Ray actually kinda likes this Mew because this one doesn’t reject him anymore as the old one but you can see in the party scene that Ray is jealous. Who is jealous? Sand. He literally ran when he saw Sand trying to kiss the other Freddie and trying to be in the conversation at first plus kissing Sand, say to the other Freddie that he can join him and Sand in a threesome after all of this bullshit you can finally see Sand snapping at Ray saying that he doesn’t belong to Ray so he should go and worry more about his boyfriend (who, mind you, left drunk and high with coke) who now at the same time is throwing up with Top beside him. He is not his second choice and Ray knows how vocal Sand actually he is with his own feelings and actions. He loves, he cares for Ray but he also values himself. And even after that Sand still got Ray’s back when the police came.

You like me, you love me, you are mine

I’m not your second option

How people can still defending him after this episode and telling that he is not problematic? Because he is as well as the all group of friends is. No one is “good guy” because they are people in their twenties with different backgrounds and different lives styles so please stop trying to painting someone as the bad guy only because your favourite is playing that character.

#only friends the series #only friends mew #only friends episode 8 #khaotung thanawat #book kasidet #forcebook #force jiratchapong #gmmtv #only friends gmmtv #only friends boston #firstkhao #only friends sand #only friends top