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glacierclear · 7 months

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Having some mad fuckboy!Leon thoughts rn

After he's unlearned all the stuff he taught himself and is basically done with the whole fuckboy thing oh man he would be SO soft. Holding your hand? Check. Cuddling at his dorm? Check. Being more gentle and loving during sex? Also check.

Also, stealing his hoodies. He'd melt for sure

oh, for sure. healed fuckboy!leon would be a SIGHT TO BEHOLD.

he wouldn't be perfect...

progress isn't linear. he'd stumble a lot. make a lot of mistakes and backward steps. you would need to be patient. you would need to be careful. especially in the early stages. because damn, he's trying. he's trying so hard. and you need to acknowledge the effort, even if it's hard to see, because any praise towards this will mean so much to him.

it'd come out especially on his bad days. he's more impatient. short-tempered. lashes out over seemingly mundane things. you'll need to be firm but not demeaning. catch his tells, his habits, and figure out the real reason he's behaving the way he is.

you'll need to slowly teach him the true depth of his words. that they hurt you just as much as they hurt him. he's unfamiliar with the idea of accountability, so you need to teach him about consequences. let him know you're upset and angry at him. but just because you're upset doesn't mean he's irredeemable. he'll assume any pushback is you ending things permanently. he needs the space to fuck up and forgive himself.

and damn it all, he's the jealous type. possessive. protective as all hell. it's toxic, and you need to teach him boundaries. it'll be tough. he worked so fucking hard to get you, doesn't he deserve to have you the way he needs? but no. you need freedom. he'll learn eventually, but be prepared to send a lot of "im safe and i miss u" texts to him when you're out with friends.

speaking of toxic. the toxic masculinity will be hell to unpack. sometimes it's nice! he insists on you being passenger princess. he insists on picking up the bill (well, once you're actually dating). he doesn't mind taking care of spiders (and fine, just because you asked nicely, he won't kill them). but...the bads get real bad.

displaying any kind of vulnerable emotion is like pulling teeth. when he's nervous, scared, anxious...he'll take it out on others. or himself. early progress will be made when he's blackout drunk and spilling everything to you. he reveals the deepest, most fragile parts of himself on these nights. it's like he's an entirely different person. and the next morning he'll do his best to sweep it all under the rug, but you have to fight for it. accept him and love him despite how "totally fucking lame" he acted (his words, not yours).

that being said. the good parts? oh yeah. Boyfriend Material 100%.

he'd do anything for you. anything. don't even say shit as a joke because he'll do it. at a certain point he doesn't even care if his friends think he's being stupid. you're his whole world. he'd wear stupid t-shirts for you. go to that concert you're dying to see even if he thinks the music sucks. he'll bash his head into a wall and learn to bake french pastries if it'll get you to smile. through hell and high water, he'll follow.

and yeah, he weans himself off social media. stops posting thirst trap photos and cuts ties with his sneaky links. but the lack of external validation is felt, and it kind of falls on you to fill the void. clingy won't even begin to describe what he is. he'll resort to begging. he will. late to work in the morning? that's not his problem. you're staying in that damn bed and you are cuddling him. you think him wearing tank tops in the middle of December is just a dumb mistake, but you catch on quick when he starts to shiver and needs to huddle you for warmth. "you want me to die of hypothermia? c'mon, babe. get closer." and yeah. those ice cold hands are going straight on your stomach. have fun.

part of the excitement will come from truly learning who he is as a person. most of his herculean facade is a persona. he doesn't actually like beer. he likes dry whiskey and refined clear liquors. he doesn't actually enjoy parties. the crowds make him nauseous, and he can always blame it on the alcohol. he's not actually all that into sports. you figure out he has a well-loved public library card and he knows the mystery section like the back of his hand. he's vibrant. shockingly intelligent. gets that light in his eyes when you nudge him about his interests. it'll be hard to get him to admit it, but his favorite part of the week is huddling on the couch watching nature documentaries with you.

and it's a two-way street. he remembers everything about you. early on in your relationship you casually assume he'll never keep track of the important dates. that's the stereotype, right? you couldn't be more wrong. birthdays. anniversaries. doctor's appointments. your fucking dog's yearly vaccine. he won't necessarily go all-out, not until you're more of a long-term thing, but what he does is meaningful. sincere. you won't get $500 of flowers and chocolate for valentine's day, but he'll abduct you from work, drive you out far, far into the countryside. lay out a patchwork blanket and stare at the night sky. he brought your favorite brand of pita chips and sneakily worms a gift box in your hand. it's that stupid $15 thing that's been sitting in your online shopping cart for weeks that you could never justify buying. and yeah, he'd appreciate a blowjob under the stars, but seeing you happy is enough.

and you could never begin to imagine how loving and passionate he can get during sex. it's totally different than his usual flavor. casual hook-ups and one-night stands are merely a fraction of his power. he tends to avoid intimate gestures on those nights. no eye-contact. hardly any kissing. he likes it rough and he likes it fast. but with you? he takes his time. commits your body to muscle memory. his gaze is intense, and he watches every reaction, trying to map out your flesh like a cartographer. he'll happily make out with you for upwards of a couple hours before you even begin the real foreplay. and you always cum first. always.

oh, but if you're not a fan of PDA...he might be a problem. he's proud of you. you're the hottest thing on two legs as far as he's concerned. he'll have no issue grabbing your ass, wrapping a hand around your waist, kissing along your neck, whispering the most obscene things in your ear. it's not even to make a point. there's no rhyme or reason. he just wants to. and you're right there. and what right does the world have to tell him to stop? does it make people uncomfortable? who cares. he'll lay off if it really bugs you that much...but if he catches anyone staring at you too long he'll ramp it up. it's almost aggressive. you turn to scold him, noticing how his eyes aren't even on you. he's staring at someone else. someone who's looking at what's his.

he's a yes man, too. if you need restraint and careful guidance in your life...he's not the one. he'll support any weird, out of the blue hobby you want to pursue. if you even joke about quitting your job he'll egg you on. "i'll drive right up there and tell your boss i'll fuck his wife!" and you have to talk him down. he'll punch the sun for you. he'll be behind every impulsive purchase. every 4am trip to walmart. every instinct to feed your id. any "little treat" you want to have he'll get it. because you deserve the best. if you ever want to have a stable bank account you need the be the voice of reason. because it's not gonna be him.

yeah. he'll have a lot of problems. don't worry about that. but, at least with fuckboy!leon, you'll almost never have any doubts that he loves you. once you manage to pin his heart on his sleeve, it's there for life and it'll always be yours.

#fuckboy!leon #leon kennedy #resident evil #shut up glacier #suggestive #headcanons

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specialinterestshows · 5 months

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Heyyyyy

So im filling the void rn with smut. So could u maybe write really sweet smutty thing with Damian x Rhea x Reader. Where Daddy! Damian And Mommy! Rhea have kinky ass sex With sub!reader. Bonus points for anal and overstim

One sweet ‘n’ smutty coming right up!

The following is the first section of a Daddy!Damian Priest and Mommy!Rhea Ripley x transmasc!sub!reader fic I’m calling Que Llueva.

Warnings for this section: Pain (chronic leg injury), amputation mention, Mommy/Daddy kink, light choking, dirty talk

Que Llueva (Part 1 of 4): I Can’t Stand The Rain

“Cómo estás, lindo?”

The question was gentle and came from your partner Damian, a worried look on his face as he laid next to you in bed and watched you toss and turn every few seconds. Feeling your other partner shifting next to you in her sleep, you stayed still a bit longer this time and let out a small “fuck” as you winced before answering in a whisper, “It’s really bad today.”

You were referring to a chronic leg injury you had developed from a few different matches where you refused to tap out when you probably should have. The pain was always worse when the weather was bad and - judging by the sharp jolts that came in waves and the dark clouds rolling in just outside the window - you had woken up just before the start of a very rainy day.

“Lo siento, mi amor,” Damian whispered back, his deep voice a much more welcome rumble than the distant thunder outside. Gently holding one hand up against your face after you winced at another wave of stabbing pain, he asked “Como puedo ayudarte?”

“Mmm?” Rhea shifted next to you again, waking up groggily and rubbing her eyes, “S’the matter?”

“It’s the weather,” Damian explained, before checking with you, “Right?”

Groaning as you shifted again, you nodded before addressing Rhea, “Sorry for waking you.”

“Shhh, no apologizing,” she insisted, stretching a bit before putting an arm around you, holding you close, “Waking up to my pretty boys is never a bad thing.”

“Excuse you, I’m a pretty man,” Damian winked and wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you, making you smile for a second - before you were hit with another spike in your pain and let out an involuntary yelp.

“You sure we can’t do anything, guapo?” Damian asked, sharing a concerned look with Rhea.

“Aside from amputation?” you forced a laugh, but you were only half joking.

“You know,” Rhea said, sliding her hand up to your throat, “Mommy can think of something that might help.”

Feeling her fingers close around your throat made you hard almost immediately as you instinctively held your breath. It was a slight relief, having a part of your body that wasn’t your leg begging for attention.

“What do you say, lindo?” Damian asked, sharing a look with Rhea before slowly pulling the blanket away from your body, “Let us try to make you feel better?”

“Yes, please,” you begged, feeling your face heat up a bit, “Please Mommy, Daddy, I just want to feel good.”

“Pobrecito,” Damian muttered as he moved close, kissing you passionately while Rhea’s hand remained around your neck. You were used to hearing him say it in a mocking way most of the time, but, right now, there was genuine care in his voice. Chills went up your spine as Rhea gave your ass a gentle squeeze with her free hand, then trailed her sharp nails up your uninjured thigh and underneath your boxers - making some of your pain melt into desire.

“Turn him around and hand me the lube, would you?” Damian pulled away to ask Rhea.

She gave your throat a squeeze and dug her nails into your thigh a bit more before pulling away. Pushing you down onto your back, Rhea paused when you inhaled sharply and winced, letting you turn the rest of the way yourself.

“You’ll let Mommy and Daddy know what works best for your leg, won’t you, darling?” Rhea checked, furrowed brow relaxing when you nodded, “Good boy” - she pulled out the bottle of lube from the nightstand as you felt Damian undress behind you - “We’ll give you plenty of other sensations to focus on, don’t you worry.”

[end part one of four]

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/735830791361363968/que-llueva-part-2-let-it-pour

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#wwe fanfiction #the judgment day #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x damian priest #damian priest #damian priest x reader #the judgement day #mommy!rhea #daddy!damian #transmasc!reader #sub!reader #requests #specialinterestshows presents #que llueva

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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betrayal

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

genre: angst, smut – MDNI

synopsis: chan betrayed your trust. he tries his best to show you how sorry he is, but did it worked? or was it too much for you to bear.

warnings: cheating, heartbreak, elevated feelings, smut, unprotected sex, make-up sex, heated moment, explicit language, nipple play, clit play, pussy eating, rutting, face-riding, possessiveness, jealousy, creampie, some masturbation [ m ], pet names [ pup, my love, baby ], biting, mentions of insecurities, anxiety and imperfections – if i missed any, lmk!!

words: 5k

tag: @bellamuerte1987

a/n: i cried whilst writing this – especially the ending! why am i like this, lmaoo. anyways, i hope y'all enjoy this mess. i am currently battling a cold rn so if it seems jumbled up, that's because it is, lmaoo.🤧

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated as they help get my fics/blog out there. please let me know what you think, ty for the support and love as of lately! i hope y'all enjoy!

♡ m.list

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

Silence. The background noise of your TV became a distant sound. Dizziness and nausea slowly creeping its way to the back of your throat. Your ears ringing. You're staring at your phone screen, eyes watering from either not blinking for 5 minutes or because of what you were seeing.

Your heart shattering into a million pieces, palms sweaty. Heartbreak, anger, disgust was all you could feel. Emotions and adrenaline coursing through your veins. You couldn't believe your eyes.

Minho 😈 [22:30]: im sry, (Y/N) you have to see this…

Minho 😈 [22:31] picture attached

I'm so so sry…

Chan, your lover of only 3 months, was photographed kissing someone else. As soon as you saw it, your mouth ran dry. You wanted to scream, punch the cushions, smash things up around your apartment in fits of rage – but you couldn't.

You felt numb. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen. Occasionally zooming in with your index and pointer finger for the millionth time to make sure it is who Minho said it is.

You thought it was a joke, a big practical joke on you when Minho explained it was Chan. You and Minho don't get on at the best of times, you're both headstrong people with strong opinions, so naturally you both clash, however, Minho isn't that type of person to make something as serious as this up.

You swallowed a lump in your throat. You clenched your jaw, your throat becoming dry in an instant. No matter how many times you swallowed, your throat stayed dry. Soon enough, you ran out of saliva.

You took deep breaths, closing your eyes and counting to ten, slowly. You blinked back hot tears, swallowing down your nausea. You walked to the kitchen, your bare feet slapping softly against the wooden floor.

Grabbing a glass, you filled it up with cold water. You placed your phone screen side down at the breakfast bar, parking yourself on the high stool as you sipped your water and waiting, staring into the void.

You didn't have to wait long. Soon enough, a cheerful Chan came in through the door, unaware that his life was about to be turned upside down. Humming, he kicked his shoes off before walking inside, looking around for you. You stared at him, placing your glass down on the breakfast bar. Chan grinned when he saw you, walking to you with a bounce in his step.

"Hey baby!" Chan said cheerfully, unaware of what's to come. He smelt of sweat and alcohol, with a hint of cheap perfume. It enraged you even more.

Chan leaned in to kiss your lips but you instantly turned your head, denying his kiss as his lips connected with your cheek. Chan pulled away slowly, feeling your hostile mood. His brows furrowed, smile turning into a frown.

"Babe? You okay?" His voice laced with concern. You simply shrugged, picking up your glass and sipping your water.

"I don't know Chan. You tell me." You replied, voice monotone. Chan blinked, trying to read your emotions or body language, but to no avail.

"I don't understand." You scoffed, short puffs of hot air escaping your nostrils. You put your glass down and looked at Chan for the first time since he got home.

Chan swallowed. Your somewhat calm demeanor scaring him. His mind working overtime to figure out what he has – or hasn't – done. You took deep breaths, chest rising before you grabbed your phone. You opened it, the picture staring at you once again. Refusing to let your hot tears fall, you pressed your lips in a thin line, eyes blinking rapidly.

You flipped your phone, showing Chan the screen you had been staring at for an hour and a half. His eyes widened in horror.

"Where-"

"Minho. Minho sent it me." You replied coldly, cutting Chan off mid sentence. Chan sighed deeply, running his fingers through his hair.

"That bastard" He mumbled under his breath. You raised a brow, your anger resurfacing – this time, you allowed it to take control of your body. You exploded.

"Seriously Chan?!" Chan's head shot up as you slammed your phone down on the breakfast bar. "I show you a picture of you sucking the face off some other women and your first instinct is to call your best friend a bastard?!"

"I-No!" Chan exclaimed. You stood up, standing in front of him. Your body hot with rage, words spewing from your mouth.

"Then what Chan?! Why? Why did you do it?"

"It was-" Chan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck "It was a dare. Changbin dared me to, so I did." You laughed in disbelief, your eyes narrowing into thin slits as you glared at Chan.

"A dare? Seriously, a fucking dare?! Y'know what it's like, Chan. To sit here day in day out, constantly thinking whether you will be home or not? Do you know how anxious I feel, knowing that you're out there, getting shitfaced?!"

"I-Im sorry, babe! it means nothing!"

"It doesn't matter whether it meant something or not, Chan!! You still kissed someone else!" Your vision blurry with tears. You hastily wiped your eyes with the back of your hand as Chan pressed his lips together in a thin line. Before he could stop himself, the words spewed from his mouth without a second thought.

"Oh come on, (Y/N) it's not like I fucked her there and then. It's not a big deal, just some stupid dare." Chan's eyes widened once he registered what he said. You stood in front of him in disbelief, shocked and speechless at what he just said.

"fuck, fuck, babe, I didn't mean it. I-"

"You're right. You didn't fuck her, well done. But why has it taken for Minho to tell me this?! Huh? Would you have told me yourself, or would you have just pretended nothing had happened and lied to me?"

You shoved Chan's chest, pushing him close to the wall with each word you spoke. This time, you allowed your tears to fall. You allowed all the pent up feelings you were suppressing to explode.

"I would have, I'm sorry!" Chan's own eyes filled with tears as he allowed you to shove him against the wall.

"Sorry for doing it or sorry you got caught?" You questioned.

"Oh, come on! Of course I'm sorry for doing it. It meant nothing to me! You're the only person I have eyes for, pup!" Your lip turned at the corner in disgust.

"It doesn't matter whether it meant something or not. You. Still. Did. It!" Tears cascading down your cheeks. Your breath labored as your throat was getting sore from shouting. A headache slowly creeping its way in.

"I know, I know whatever I say won't make a change, but believe me when I say I love you and I always will!" Chan pleaded. You laughed, kicking your head back at his words.

"Love? No you don't Chan because if you did, you wouldn't have done it! You didn't think of me at all when you kissed her. Nothing in your mind told you not to do this, to tell changbin no and that you're not going to do the dare! You still went along with it and if Minho wasn't there, you would have gotten away with it as well!"

Chan looked at the ground, feeling defeated. No matter what he said, nothing could make you change your mind about this.

"I have been, so fucking faithful to you Chan. I have put my trust into you and for what? for you to stomp on it." Your voice was shaky as you spoke, your heart breaking all over again.

Chan looked up at you, his own heart breaking at the sight of you. Eye and cheeks puffy, a red tint across your cheeks from anger, a cold sweat lay across your forehead. Your beautiful eyes glossy with tears. He loves you so much and he has royally fucked up.

"You know how I feel about stuff like this Chan." You whispered. Chan's heart dropped to his stomach, panic settling on his facial features.

"N-No! Please.." You looked at the ground, sobs shaking your figure. You wiped your eyes and cheeks. Chan placed a hand on your shoulder gently, only for you to slap it away. Chan pressed his lips together, tears falling down his face.

"Pup, please don't.. I love you so much. Please. Just let me prove to you how sorry I am!" Chan begged. Short splutters of air escaped your lips, your ability to calm down failing.

"I-I love you t-too, Chan. But you betrayed me. You h-hurt me.."

"I know, I know pup. Just please, give me another chance." Chan whispered, wrapping his arms around you. This time, you allowed it. You allowed yourself to drown in this familiar warmth – a warmth you call home. You allowed Chan to pull you close to his chest, his gentle hands wiping away your tears as his own continued to fall.

"Don't cry, my love. I hate seeing you like this."

"YOU did this!" You shot back, words bitter. Chan simply nodded, cupping your cheeks in both his hands so you were forced to look at him.

"I'm sorry, pup. Please, give me another chance, or at least, let me prove to you how much you mean to me." His voice barely a whisper.

You weakly shook your head, failing to get out of his grip. You avoided eye contact because you know just with one look into those beautiful eyes, and you're putty in his hands.

"Look at me." You whimpered, refusing "Pup, look at me."

You looked. Just as expected, you melted. Despite his puffy cheeks and bloodshot eyes, despite the fact a faint bruise was forming on his neck, you couldn't help yourself but be drawn into him.

Chan leaned in slowly, his lips ghosting over your own. You held onto his wrists as his hands held your face, softly.

"Let me show you how much I love you, pup." His voice low. The smell of alcohol and cheap perfume hitting your nostrils, making your stomach churn. You whimpered weakly, stray tears falling down your cheeks.

"N-No." you replied weakly. Your body betrayed you as your skin felt hot beneath Chan's fingertips.

"No?" Chan questioned. "You don't want this?"

You swallowed, closing your eyes slowly. You didn't want him, but now, you do. The constant smell of the cheap perfume made you jealous. How dare she touch what belongs to you! How dare she make a mark on his delicate skin! How dare she!

A wave of new emotions washed over you. Jealousy and possessiveness. Two dangerous emotions to feel at the same time. You know you shouldn't, he did you wrong on so many levels, but you couldn't help it. You wanted to erase the stench, erase the marks and make new ones. He's yours and yours only!

Love is blind.

"I-I do.. I want you Chan." You whispered. Chan pressed his lips against yours, kissing you desperately. You responded back, mimicking his movements. The taste of alcohol and cherry lip balm made you feel nauseous all over again. Your emotions heightened. You're not thinking straight and for the first time, you didn't want to think or feel.

"C-Channie." You softly moaned. During the kiss, you made your way to the bedroom, lips staying attached to one another. Clothing stripped and discarded in random piles. Chan placed you on your back gently, caressing your curves by planting soft and delicate kisses.

Your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts – anywhere where Chan could reach, he kissed. soft compliments in the form of mumbles left his lips, hoping it would prove to you and somewhat make you feel better

But it didn't. It just hurts you even more. His statements of you being so beautiful and perfect to him stung more and more. You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill over as you watched Chan tenderly kissing your stomach and hip dips.

You let out a sob, your tears falling and landing on the sheets below you. Chan looked up, instantly bringing his face close to yours. He kissed away your tears softly, stroking your hair

"Don't cry, my love." His own voice breaking at the sight of you. He's hurt you in the worst way possible – now he has to live with the guilt.

"It'll all be okay in the end, I promise you." You nodded slowly, snuffling. "Let me help you forget."

His lips pecking yours in the most subtle but softest way possible. You whimpered as he slowly made his way down, kissing your neck and the valley between your breasts. He kissed your left breast softly, sucking your delicate skin. You hummed at the feeling, fresh bruises developing.

The tip of his tongue circling around your nipple making you whimper. He pressed his tongue flat against your sensitive bud, licking and flicking. You moaned softly, eyes closing at the feeling. You pressed your thighs together, squeezing them.

With his free hand, Chan cupped your right breast, massaging it softly in his big hands. His fingers occasionally brushing against your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"Fuck, You're so beautiful, (Y/N)" Chan mummered against your nipple. You swallowed softly, humming as a response before closing your eyes.

Pulling away from your breast, Chan shuffled further down, opening your legs gently to reveal your wet core. Chan licked his lips slowly, his gaze fixated on your cunt. He swallowed, watching it clench and throb.

"Fuckkk" He groaned. Using two of his fingers, he parted your lips giving himself a better view of your entrance. His head dipped low. His tongue darting out and making contact with your clit. Your body jolted at the sudden contact, soft groans leaving your lips. His tongue skillfully draws small circles around your clit before giving it short and quick flicks with the tip of his tongue.

You opened your legs wider as Chan slowly licked your entrance, tongue darting in and out, collecting your essence on his tongue. He hummed at the taste, licking a long wet strip from entrance to clit and back down again.

You tangled your fingers into his hair, soft moans leaving your lips as you closed your eyes. Chan gripped your thighs gently, squeezing your soft flesh as he licked inside, out and around your cunt. You felt your pussy pulsating, pleasure running through your veins as you allowed yourself to get lost in it.

You tugged Chan's hair softly, moaning his name. Your hips bucked and rutted against his face. His nose bumping and rubbing against your clit, sending shivers to run down your spine. Chans tongue continued to do work inside your entrance, collecting every spillage and every drop of your essence.

You pressed Chan's face against your pussy, grinding and rutting against it desperately, using it for your own sake. Chan hummed, allowing you to do as you please.

"Good, so good." You whimpered, soft pants leaving your lips. Your essence coating Chan's lips and chin, his own hips rutting against the bedsheets, desperate for some sort of friction. Saliva and slick coated your cunt making it glisten in the faint light

Chan slowly loses himself in your scent and taste, slowly feeling feral. His hips rutting against the sheets desperately. Your toes curled as you tugged Chan's hair roughly at his scalp, a grunt leaving his lips.

The knot in the pit of your stomach slowly forming. Your hips moving at a pace, desperately chasing your high. The warmth and wetness of Chan's tongue and saliva mixed in with your slick, his owns hums mixing in with your desperate moans

"C-Chan.." A simple hum vibrated against your cunt sending shivers down your spine. You squeezed your eyes shut, gripping Chan's hair even tighter as your toes curled.

Your body shook as your orgasm hit you. Soft whimpers leaving your lips as Chan collects every drop of essence onto his tongue. Your pussy convulsing against Chan's face, his nose rubbing your sensitive clit as your rutting slowed down. Chan gave your clit a flick, making you jolt at the sensitivity.

Chan pulled away, kneeling up and between your legs. His cheeks flush as slick coated his chin and lips. You whimpered softly at the sight, body feeling hot and sweaty as your heart was racing against your ribcage

"You taste so good, pup. Did it feel good riding on my face?" Chan smirked as you nodded slowly

"It felt so good channie." Chan hummed softly, stroking his hard cock, the pad of his thumb occasionally pressing against his leaking tip as he would rub slow circles on it. You watched Chan get himself off, his head kicked back as he'd groan and moan your name softly.

Your eyes traveled along his sweat coated body. His abs tensing at the pleasure his own hand was providing. His eyes closed shut as his mouth hung open slightly. His biceps visible contacting, his veins protruding along his hand and arms.

The sight was enough to make you cum again

Until your eyes landed on that stupid bruise that lay proudly on his neck. you clenched your jaw as you stared at it. Everything you felt previous, came flooding back.You wanted to claw at the bitch who dared lay her fingers on your man – on your property. You didn't even know her, yet you hated her

Chan opened his eyes slowly. He looked at you, tilting his head to the side

"You okay, pup?" Your face softened. You smiled softly at Chan, pushing your anger to the side not wanting to ruin the moment

"Everything is good, Channie. You just looked so handsome and delicious." You mewled. Chan laughed softly, leaning over you as he placed his hands firmly beside your head.

"Is that so?" you hummed and nodded.

"Absolutely, Channie. You always look so handsome"

"Stop. It should be me who should be complimenting you." Chan hummed, kissing your lips softly. You hummed into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck gently to keep him close.

Chan reached between your bodies, grabbing the base of his cock. He tapped it a few times against your cunt, a whimper leaving your lips

"Are you okay with this, pup?"

"Of course I am, chan. Make love to me, please." Chan smiled against your lips, slowly inserting his cock into your entrance. You groaned at the feeling of being stretched out, a slight burn running all over your body.

Chan pushed himself inside until he was half way, waiting for you to get used to his size. You whimpered softly, holding onto Chan's shoulders.

"Big, you're so big Chan. I feel so full already." You whined. Chan shivered at your words, his ego inflating slightly

"Don't. I won't be able to hold back if you carry on, pup."

"But it's true. You feel so good inside me, Channie." You mewled, hand coming to his cheek and stroking it softly.

"P-Please, don't." Chan whimpered, leaning into your hand as he kissed the palm of it.

"Don't what? Tell you how full I feel? How stretched out I am because of your thick cock." Chan hung his head low, teeth biting his lower lip as he struggled between wanting to destroy your insides to wanting to delicately take care of you.

You leaned up, lips ghosting the shell of his ear as you licked it slowly before whispering

"Why don't you fuck me like you mean it, Sir."

Chan grunted, his hands gripping your hips harshly. Your head fell back onto the sheets as you smirked. Chan's eyes full of lust and need.

"You fucking tease." Chan growled, pulling his hips back before snapping them against your own, his cock hitting deep inside you. Your body jolted, a loud moan escaping your lips as you smirked.

"What can I say Chan. I like it when you go feral. It's delicious." Chan's response was to pull his hips back once more and pause, his tip remaining inside of you

"Oh really? I always knew you had such a filthy mouth and it never surprises me when you talk dirty." He pushed his length inside you so he was now balls deep

Fast and powerful thrusts shook your body. His cock rubbing your velvety walls as his tip hit deep inside you. The bed shook and hit against the wall from how powerful Chan's hips were snapping against your own

The sounds of your cunt squelching mixed in with your moans and Chan's desperate grunts. Chan knelt up, taking your legs in his hands for leverage. His hips constantly slapping against your own, balls hitting your ass.

He repositioned himself to hit your sweet spot and once he did, he smirked feeling proud of himself once your loud and sweet moan hit his ears, sending shivers down his spine and his cock to twitch inside you.

You withered and clinged onto the bed sheets until your knuckles turned white. Beads of sweat ran down your temples as incoherent words and moans left your lips. Chan's gaze fell down on the area in which connected the both of you, his cock coating in your slick each time he pulled out and pushed in.

"Fuckkk" Sweat coated Chan's body, his thrusts becoming greedy and desperate. He pushed his sweaty hair back with a free hand before looking down at you. He smirked, placing his hand on your lower stomach, feeling his cock bulging against his hand.

"I'm so deep inside you, pup. Holy fuck." You hummed, nodding your head as your ability to speak was no more.

You felt good – so good that you forgot. Forgot why you were angry, why you were hurting. You allowed yourself to be taken in by Chan, soaking in all of his warmth and pleasure he provided. Chan is your safe place, your home and for one second, you just wanted to pretend everything was okay

Even though it will never be the same again.

Chan's hips faltered, your cunt clenching around Chan's cock. His movements becoming sloppy, his abs and thighs tensing and burning.

"Chan, I'm-"

"Me too, pup." You whimper, reaching up to grab Chan. You pulled him down so he was leant over you. His hot skin radiating onto you from how close you both are, pants mixing together. You both closed your eyes, lips meeting together in a sloppy and lazy kiss.

You groaned, gripping onto Chan's shoulders tightly as your orgasm hit. Your nails digging into his skin as you pulled away from his lips. Your eyes came into contact with the mark, your feral instincts taking over.

As your cunt was pulsating and throbbing around Chan, you took the opportunity to sink your teeth into his neck, over the mark. A loud groan rang down your ears as you bit and sucked the skin, desperate to override the previous mark.

You whimpered against his skin, becoming more and more desperate to erase any marks on his body. Chan groaned at the pain, his eyes squeezing shut.

"B-baby, it hurts." Your eyes widened, pulling away slowly. You swallowed, teeth marks and a newly formed bruise that was deep purple formed on his skin

"Sorry.." You whispered, head falling back onto the pillows. Chan shook his head indicating it was okay, his hips still thrusting deep inside you

After a couple more thrusts, Chan groaned as his hips stopped. His cock twitched deep inside you, filling you up with his seed. You hummed at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him as it encouraged him to milk himself inside you. Chan thrusted shallowly to ride out his high and once he was calm, he pulled his now flaccid cock out of you and collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight.

"I love you so much, pup." Chan said as his eyes slowly closed. His head rested against your chest so he could hear your erratic heartbeat. You stroked his sweaty hair slowly, tears spilling down your cheeks as you stared into the void.

"I love you too."

The next morning, Chan awoke to a cold and empty bed. He stretched, groaning at the feeling as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He allowed his eyes to adjust to the harsh morning light, reaching over to your side – only for his hand to come into contact with the cold sheets

His head spun to the side, eyes widening in horror. He sprung out of bed, throwing the sheets off him. Nausea and anxiety hitting him like a truck, not wanting his biggest fear to come true. He opened the wardrobe, the drawers, checked the cabinets and bathroom.

Gone. Everything you owned was gone. Chan took shaky deep breaths as he exited from the bathroom. A shaky hand running through his hair as he paced the bedroom.

"Fuck fuck fuck. This cannot be happening! I'm such an idiot. What have I done?!"

He sat on the bed, head in hands as tears fell down his cheeks, reality hitting him hard. He looked up to find a letter addressed to him leaning against a photo frame that held a dorky selfie of you both.

Chan grabbed the letter, opening it with shaky hands. Broken sobs and tears landed on the paper, the ink bleeding as he read it. Realization hitting him over and over again as he read the letter, more than once

You were gone and Chan only has himself to blame.

"Chan,

My sweet, darling chan. I love you, more than you will ever know which is why I have to do this.

You have taught me many things in the space of three months. I have never loved myself. I've always been hard on myself, forever comparing myself to other people and wondering why I am not like them. I hated my imperfections and my insecurities got the better of me at times. I was so use to faking it and hiding behind a mask, that it became second nature to me

Finding someone to love me for who I am, was hard. I've had many broken and failed relationships and before I met you, I essentially gave up. I accepted that this is who I forever will be

Broken.

Until you came along. When I saw you in the bar, looking so gorgeous, I went home that night and thanked God. When you approached me, I was so nervous and sweating because I didn't want you to see the real me because, like many others, it'd scare you away.

But you were quick to catch on. You knew I was being fake and even though you were smart, you never pressed me about it which I am thankful for. You allowed me to slowly come out off my shell, at my own pace. Yes, I was scared to show you the true me, but the more time I spent with you, the more I realise that, you love me for me

You didn't care about my imperfections, you adored them! You soothed me of my worries and insecurities. You taught me how to love myself again, how to accept and love my imperfections because nobody is perfect!

Because you loved my imperfections, I slowly started to love them too. You saw them as perfect and a part of who I am, so why shouldn't I? It did take some time, however, my mind was in a constant battle with itself over what is right and what is wrong.

But seeing you, so loved up for someone as broke as me, made me feel whole again. Made me feel like a person. You made me feel like I have meaning on this shitty planet. You taught me many things Chan, but the one thing I will forever be grateful of, is the fact that you taught me how to love myself again.

However, waking up next to you this morning and knowing what happened, sent my mind into overdrive. My insecurities came flooding back.

Stupid questions of 'How long did the kiss last?' 'Was it just a peck or a full blown make out session?' And then I saw the mark last night. She marked you Chan. She marked what belonged to me. I went feral with rage. I HAD to override the mark, reclaim what is mine! In that moment, I didn't recognise who I was and it scared me. I was so consumed with blaming her that it never occurred to me that you're just as much to blame for this as she is.

For all I know, she probably doesn't even know about me. You probably thought it was a bit of harmless fun so you went along with it, not expecting this outcome. This is the consequences for your actions Chan.

it's not fair on us, to have this hanging over our heads so, I decided to take a break. I need to get my head in the right place again. I'm staying at my mother's for a while, in case you were wondering.

One look at you and it all comes flooding back to me. It's not fair on either of us. I don't want to constantly hold this against you whilst we try and heal.

I can forgive you Chan, but I cannot forget, not at this moment of time anyways. Please don't hold this against you, my love. it's not your fault. They say things happen for a reason, so maybe this is a good thing for us. Maybe we will come back better and stronger as one.

Please take this time apart to heal. I want the best for you Channie because I will forever love you, no matter what happens. I want to see you thrive and become a better person, to learn from this.

I love you more than you will ever know, my love. You are my heart and soul. You have left tiny footprints on my heart. I simply cannot remove you from my life – I refuse to!!

– forever yours, pup. x"

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SIX SIX SIX

Pkeaaaase tell me about Six!!!

We got both games at a massive discount on December and we've been playing them non stop and I love love LOVE THEM SI MUCC AI COULD BITE SONEONEEHDJDJSJDJJSHD

Six is just !!!!!!! 😭👍💜

hi uve activated my trap card etc. im on mobile so this isn't as extensive or involved as id like to make it but like. she is my girl my light i love her. i care her so much. this will 100% contain ln and ln2 spoilers so if u havent finished ln2 stop reading Right Neow.

the thing about six is that she is (1) nine years old and (2) in a world that Wants To Eat Her. a world that DOES in fact eat her—points at the thin man taking her and the remnant left behind—and a world that, as a result, forces her to eat. to consume. she's starving, possessed with an unnatural hunger that leaves her weak and desperate, and That Isn't Even Her Fucking Fault, and people still rip into her and present her as a villain for the position she's put in.

she's NINE. NINE!!!! what were you like when you were nine? a scared kid. a hungry kid. a mean kid. you were old enough to understand morals and to play into them, old enough to learn what trust and betrayal is, old enough to know what it is to care about someone and maybe old enough to know what it's like to lose someone. old enough to know what it's like to lose something. you weren't perfect or flawless, you were messy and you made awful mistakes and did mean things, all in a world that generally tries to be much, much kinder than the world six was born into.

six lets go of mono because he hid while she was being taken, one can presume. maybe it's actually because he tore her from her dream, her warmth and safety. she had toys and her music box. she was comfortable. her body was twisted and mangled and broken but she was big enough that no monsters could hurt her anymore. she had her music box. are you hearing me? she had her music box. the one piece of comfort she ever had.

and mono broke it.

we know he did it to save her, but we don't know if she wanted to be saved. we don't know if leaving that warm, safe place, where she was big enough to hurt anything and anyone who tried to hurt her, where she had light and toys and music—we don't know if she wanted to leave. we just know that, from the outside, it felt that she had been trapped in a fascimile of safety. we just know that mono wanted his friend back. we just know that six had been taken and that, presumably, she needed to be rescued.

she dropped mono because she was having a good dream and mono tore her from it and it HURT. she screams every time he hits that music box, writhes and wails, and maybe it's grief but even if it is "just" grief, that pain is as visceral and real as any other. he hid, ignored her outstretched hand (not his fault but idc abt that rn this is abt six), and then he hurt her because... he wanted her back? did he even ask if she wanted to come back? if she wanted to go back to being small and weak and scared? i don't know. i think she would have said no, if he had. i think she would have chosen what safety the tower had to offer her. i think she would have remained eaten, cradled in the warm belly of a beast who loves her, than return to a world that wants to eat her in less gentle ways.

she eats the gnome because she's hungry. there's a yawning void in her stomach, an emptiness that haunts her every fucking time she tries to fill it. she's so fucking hungry.

and she's nine.

so. y'know. i care about mono, obviously, but six is torn up by the world she lives in and by the fandom that should, but doesn't, treasure her. she gives so much of herself away trying to help mono and gets eaten for her troubles. i don't blame her, really, for biting back.

#robin replies #nonnie #little nightmares

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80pairsofcrocs · 1 year

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baby scarab || 58

anon - if you're still taking requests for the Baby Scarab series maybe Bs's hallucinations are getting really bad for whatever reason and try to hide it from the moon boys cause they don't want to worry them but the boys find out and help/comfort bs

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anon - I know it's summer for y/n rn and shes not in school but could you have her get a bad grade back and she's upset about it and the boys comfort her

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A/N : so these requests dont completely match up. its whatever honestly i tried my best with what i had

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read. let me know if i missed anything.

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the time came, and now you found yourself in new york.

close to hell’s kitchen to be exact.

jake was driving you somewhere, and none of them would tell you where.

all you could see from outside the window was a cemetery.

and that’s when the car stopped.

your turned to face jake in shock, wondering what you were doing here.

“if you’d like to leave after we show you something that’s perfectly fine” jake tells you and gets out of the car, leaving you to scramble out to catch up to him.

“wait- but why are we here?” you now walk side by side with him, letting him lead you wherever he wanted.

“we needed to show you something. you helped us, now we get to help you” is all he says before suddenly stepping, making you almost trip to stop as well.

jake had turned his head to the right, staring into one of the fancier looking gravestones, which made you even more confused until you saw the name etched into it.

‘victoria y/l/n’

you froze and your eyes widened, and you took jakes hand in yours out of panic.

“you.. how did you find her..?” you ask in a whisper.

jake takes a deep breath before responding. “matthew” he answers in a single word.

“well thank god for him” you say, letting go of jakes hand to wander closer to the grave.

you reach a hesitant hand out and bend down a bit to touch the top edge of the gravestone as you feel your eyes fill with warm tears.

“is this really her? this- this is really my mother?” you ask, voice cracking at the end of your sentence.

jake nods once and comes up next to you, watching as you knelt down to the stone, staring at the letters carved into it.

he copies you and does so as well, to make sure you had all the comfort you needed.

“i never even met her, i don’t know why i’m so.. sad seeing this” you shake your head, letting a single tear slide down your cheek.

jake clicks his tongue before speaking. “i think that’s why you’re upset” he starts. “she was your mamá, but you never knew her” he says and you look up at him.

“it’s not knowing that saddens you. you were so close yet so far” he finishes, and you can sense that he is speaking from experience.

“i just wish i could’ve at least seen her, like really seen her not from a picture. i- i haven’t even seen a picture, i have no idea what she looks like”

jake simply nods in sympathy. as weird as it sounds, you were like a bright yellow balloon, floating in the bright blue sky but right now he sees a heavily deflated balloon, all void of color.

you were now leant up against the gravestone, staring up at jake while you tried to wipe away oncoming tears as they came down.

“we can leave if you want, you seem really-“

“no, it’s okay. thank you though” you sniff, then wipe at your nose with your sleeve. “for bringing me here” you elaborate.

“but.. i’m confused” you wipe at your eyes, standing back up with jake.

he tilts his head at you. “about what?” he questions.

“i was born in london- i’m sure of it, how else would i get there?” you start. “why would she buried here in new york while i was all the way across the fucking ocean?” you wonder out loud, and jake can’t seem to answer.

“i’ll have to call matt” you say to yourself.

“would you like to be on your own?” jake asks, getting a little back on subject.

you let out a sigh before shivering from a cold gust of wind.

“that’s okay. we have to go, right?” you ask in return and jake nods.

you look back towards the gravestone and run your fingers over the letters gently.

“i love you, mom.. i’m sorry” you speak as if she was right there in front of you.

“you deserved better” you whisper before backing up, and heading back towards the way you came.

jake took one last look at victorias grave before following after you.

you got into the car without another word, and prepared for your journey back home.

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you couldn’t agree on anything. you’ve been in a mood ever since you got back home in london.

you don’t know why, and neither do your fathers, hell, not even khonshu knows.

you didn’t want dinner, you didn’t want any lights on, you really just felt.. sick. and extremely tired.

like any other kid, you really didn’t want to go to school tomorrow.

it was getting miserably cold outside too, so that just fueled it.

and you bet you’re fired from your job since you haven’t shown up since god knows when.

and of course, the fact you haven’t taken your medication in days. maybe even weeks.

you were currently sitting on the couch, staring at yourself through the black of the tv.

steven was getting frustrated and had taken a second in the kitchen and was now coming back to you.

“i will ask you this one last time, and keep in mind you can have literally anything- so what would you like for supper?” he asks you as gentle as he could.

he felt like he was going to lose it when you just wordlessly shrugged again.

“not hungry” you mumble and he takes a deep breath.

you heard either jake or marc whispering something to steven, which made him blink a few times before stepping closer to you.

“when was the last time you had your medicine?” he asks softly and you look up at him with furrowed brows.

“now that i think of it.. i don’t know..” you murmur and steven makes his way back into the kitchen.

he was probably getting you your juice and your medicine you kept forgetting to take.

your theory was proved right when he came back and handed both items to you.

“not to be rude, but you’ve been especially snappy the past week” steven tells you and you raise an eyebrow, swallowing the pills after putting them on your tongue.

“thank you” steven mumbles before sitting next to you.

“i think i’ve been snappy because i almost killed my boyfriend” you say to him and he scoffs.

“we’ve already had this talk. you didn’t do anything wrong” steven tells you sternly and you just look to him.

“right, sorry” you start. “i need to make a call” you nod to yourself, confusing steven.

“to who?” he asks and you shrug.

“matthew” you answer, quoting jake from earlier.

steven just nods and turns away, to give you a sense of privacy.

you pull out your phone and press on the contact, only waiting three rings until it answered.

“hey there, double d, care to share how you knew where my mothers grave was- didn’t tell me- and how she was even in fucking new york?” you ask all at once and you here jake suppressing a laugh.

there was radio silence at first. “which would you like to hear first?” matt answers.

“don’t lawyer me matthew. just answer me” you scoff, leaning your back against steven.

matt sighs before there’s rustling on the other end of the phone. “the reason she’s buried in new york is because she wanted to be. before she passed, it was written that no matter where she died then she’d be buried in her home, which was in new york”

“and to answer your other question, i didn’t tell you because you’d most likely run away from your dads to find her” he answers honestly and you let out a short laugh.

“sorry. i should’ve asked nicer” you apologize and you can sense a smile.

“it’s alright, just don’t ever call me double d again and we’re good”

“deal”

you’re both quiet for a minute. “is that all? foggy and i need to get to working on a case”

“yeah that’s all. thank you”

“anytime, y/n”

you hang up after that and let a deep sigh reverberate through your chest.

steven brings and arm back to wrap around your front, as a sort of awkward hug.

“would you like dinner yet?” he asks and you groan.

“i guess” you whisper in defeat and steven smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

“come help me then” he says before taking his arm back and getting up, making you fall onto the couch so that you were laying down on your back.

you groan again. “fine. boomer” you mumble the last part, leaving steven to glare at you from the entrance to the kitchen.

you had macaroni and cheese for dinner.

and then all three of your fathers made you go to bed early.

your first day of senior year was tomorrow. and it was already there days into the school year.

you just hoped it would go well.

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it did not go well.

it did not go well at whatsofuckingever.

you had zero classes with casper, and you already had loads of homework since you missed the first few days.

and then after you got home you lied to your dads about actually having homework so you could take a nap on the couch just to have steven clean out your bag and find it.

which led you to the present, in tears while marc, who was fronting, was in the bathroom where you could hear the sink running.

you wiped your tears as much as you could, but by the time he got out, he already saw it.

“how about we take a break” he starts, coming over and moving the paper in front of you out of your reach.

“you want mom to come over? would that make you feel better?” he asks and you simply nod, letting him wipe your tears with his sleeve.

“i’m sorry you’re so stressed out, if i knew i wouldn’t have made you do any of this today” steven apologizes and you just shake your head.

“it’s not your fault” you reply, giving marc a chance to call layla.

see, now layla always thought she was intruding somehow. even though she is legally your mom now, she feels like she’s replacing victoria.

but in reality, wherever victoria was watching from, she was happy.

happy watching you build a family of your own after being all by yourself for years.

she’s proud of layla, and she can’t wait to see how she grows as a mother.

now, that night you did end up finishing the shit load of work you had, with laylas help.

you kicked your dads out of the kitchen while you did it too, claiming they were a distraction.

you could sense that layla wanted to tell you something too, but she refrained.

you just wondered what exactly it was.

was it good?

was it bad?

i guess you’ll never know.

well, until morning at least.

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A/N : sorry my tumblr glitched and this wasn’t posted, but here it is! the ending makes absolutely no sense and it’s very short but it’s just a filler so there will be longer ones in the future.

i’m planning hanukkah chapters too, along with a thanksgiving and christmas one so that’ll be a while.

i love you all so much, and can’t wait to post the holiday chapters!!!! i’m so excited.

see you next week :)

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i try to keep politics to a separate blog but rn im learning about like. real decolonization stuff for the first time and ngl im kind of overwhelmed. its not that i disagree with it-- in fact i find it quite based-- but its that its hard to find where i go in it all, and there are so many big questions. im reading some stuff that talks about white people refinding their ancestral roots and reindiginizing themselves and im looking at my shit like 1. brother i dont think youre gonna find anything in there and 2. i am suuuper wary of that given cultural appropriation and stuff in terms of like, the fact that im white and have little if any cultural identity of any sort and NO attachment socially to any non-american cultures, and then im reading stuff where the final outcome is everyone going back to where they came from and im like that would be cool but isnt that just colonizing all over again, and i dont really have many people to talk to about it, to be honest, and also im not sure about the reliability of these sources to begin with. i just feel really lost.

on one hand, this stuff offers to fill the deep hungry void for belonging and community and some kind of structure or guidance in my life inside me, which would be pretty epic. i feel really troubled by the fact that this land isn't my own, i feel no connection to the place where i grew up, my family lived in my hometown for generations with no actual valuable result save for some weird nationalist flag waving groups, and i feel lonely and alienated in my day to day life by the societal structures around me. but i also don't want to do some weird overstepping my bounds shit with anybody by being like omg im indigenous now. like lets not get it twisted; i AM a settler. lmao. in deep past the concept of land acknowledgements now i think lads and my mental illness is like. obsessing on this topic as the next thing to chew on unfortunately

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the cycle of life for the entity of Death on Supernatural is so very interesting!! to me!! until it isn't. which is just. par for the course really.

i mean the idea that you can kill Death at all sounds. Absurd. but they make it happen. and we're hanging out for like a season and some change with the knowledge that the world exists without Death. and then. they introduce reaper lore that gives Death back to the world for a small. price, I'll say. WHICH IS. SO GOOD YK?

this kind of establishes the power of Death to be an amorphous thing really. Like. the Old Death was never killed before deanchester's moment of madness (that we know of anyway), so it's kind of a Doctor's first Regeneration moment there. he dies and you're like oh fuck. but then there's someone else in his place who is slightly different but also the same. it's kind of. like a reincarnation. which is FUN!!! IT'S GOOD!! it also establishes that Death doesn't really...die. there's no resting place that Death needs because Death isn't going to rest when someone "kills" them. mostly it's just power that's hopping celestial bodies.

they really could've leaned into this more with what little screen time Billie had. they definitely allude to it — i haven't watched s13 in a hot minute but the way Billie interacts with Dean as Death does have an allusion to how she *is* Old Death and also isn't. if i remember correctly. (which is not a 100% thing but yk)

the thing about all this super fun lore is that it makes everything from the end of unity sooooo damn stupid. Why would Death fear being killed? How would It even contract an infection that's gonna kill It??? Even if that's somehow possible, wouldn't Death — filled with vengeance even let's assume — just be like. well. I'll come back for you you bitch. like. this is the entity that has lived since before time. Death knows the value of patience and understands the ephemeral nature of life and time more than anyone else would. So why the anger? Or the desperate attempt at killing dean that's straight up Disney villain level of cartoonish. what good is any of it?? Say, Death is mad at Dean, specifically, for being "human disorder incarnate." that's something that still doesn't track for me. because dean's always BEEN that. when Billie became Death, she had the opportunity to exact revenge on him. He hasn't really done anything That Much Worse since then tbh?? Like okay apocalypse world is def a thing that happened, but even then. That "Michael -Lucifer" battle was barely anything. (and im assuming the grace-fed monsters were all taken care of as well bc the plot went nowhere with it anyway). also. at this point Chuck has revealed himself to the world so really. Dean's choices that might have irked Death were all ..like....mostly not his fault anyway? Wouldn't Death understand this?!

also. another thing. Again: You can't kill Death and Death doesn't need a resting place because it's a body-hopping eldritch power. which means that the empty can't kill it either. Which means that when the empty takes Cas and Billie, Billie was just. there. Arguably, neither of them really died. they were just sort of turned off inside the void™ like electronics. Which means!! THAT THERE CAN'T BE ANOTHER DEATH!!!

Death is literally just hanging out in the empty. It would probably escape/leave if the empty opened up again but like we don't know about all that. what I'm trying to say is that the reaper dying in 15.19 and becoming Death is. Stupid™. does not make sense. everything about 15.19 is stupid and does not make sense but the Death thing especially is making me so mad rn.

anyway long post that's just a pointless rant but essentially!!!!! there was no reason for Billie to do a full 180° on her entire personality and the writers to trash the lore to make the Evil Death moment happen like that was literally unnecessary and also stupid and not to mention racist. Like this is why i haaaate despair outside the bubble of the confession. because like yeah that scene literally did something to my brain but my god the actual insane plot gymnastics they did to make that confession go down the way it did is just...so insane lmao

#long post #lmao sorry this is kind og a pointless rant #but I've been thinking about Death bc im getting back to writing ttwoat ajd like. idk how to deal with it #and im just like. so much of it is SUCH..NONSENSE #anyway #doe is talking again #spn crit (kind of)#death #meta (kind of)#despair #inherit the earth #reaper lore

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shywhumpauthor · 2 years

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Pins and Needles

Okay I see all the continuation requests but rn im really in the mood for new stuff so- if anyone has requests feel free to send them lol

(I’ll get to them one day I promise <3)

Cw: hand whump, captivity, restraints, abuse, torture, needles, bruises

The room was poorly lit and cold, goosebumps dotted along Sidekick’s exposed skin. They shivered, squinting through the darkness as they tried to look around Villain’s back to see whatever they were fiddling with on the table, hidden from their view.

“Wha- whadd’ya doin?” Their voice dragged out, slurred through their swollen lips. A drop of bloody saliva trickled down their chin, dripping to stain the tattered neckline of their shirt.

Villain just chuckled, turning a moment later so Sidekick could see what they held.

Their breath caught.

In their gloved hands, Villain held a relatively small, clear plastic case, nearly overflowing with… sewing needles?!

Sidekick blinked quickly, trying to clear the tears from their bruised eyes, sure that their vision was betraying them.

Villain hadn’t been at all gentle getting them to where they were now. At every little stumble, every little sound that slipped from Sidekick’s lips as they were dragged blindfolded through the halls of Villain’s compound had only earned them a swift punch to the face, a kick to the back. Their entire body throbbed painfully, their skin swallowed by one big, angry bruise.

“Now,” Villain’s voice was cool snd smooth, their expression a mask of cold indifference as they knelt down by the chair which Sidekick was tied to, plucking a single needle free from the container. “You are going to tell me everything you know about the agency.”

Sidekick’s breath hitched, their bloodshot eyes going wide as Villain brought the needle up to their pinkie finger, the tip digging into the joint just enough to draw a drop of blood.

“Sure these don’t seem like much,” The criminal hummed, filling the void of Sidekick’s silence. “One, two, oh they’re tolerable..”

Sidekick let out a small whimper as the needle was pressed into their finger, a small prick of agony shooting through their restrained hand and up their arm.

“But tens, hundreds of them,” Villain chuckled, their lips twitching back into a cruel grin as they watched tears brim in Sidekick’s eyes, readying another needle. “You’ll find that they are quite unbearable.”

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ryan-selucreh · 2 months

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just plain ol thoughts

why is it that i dont wanna say im gay. is it because like, internalized homophobia?? no, i dont think so. its just...im not used to thinking about myself. im thinking about myself mostly when like, it could affect someone else. i never took time to decide who i was a person. maybe thats why its hard to feel like one.

floatball doesnt fucking fill that void, thats for sure. i joined as a team member, contribute to something. i fit in somewhere, and i think i just molded myself to do that. it didnt exactly help with finding myself though, did it.

ryan, jyan, big man, whatever fucking name, its just. which was the first. where does the line of pleasing others and being a person lie and how far did i go to not notice it until now no longer being at my feet.

maybe i dont wanna say im gay because its him. who the fuck liked gary? i do, even if i dont wanna say its more then friendship maybe. sure, hes been an asshole at times, but its not like im not one back. hes a smart guy, and i feel like if some people got to know him, theyd see that. (if you remember it, sorry for throwing that script at your head. that was me)

its like. quiet. normally im talking to aster or connor or them both when im chilling and im not alone in my head. it feels weird. i get to process being real. i was scared of that before, but now? im starting to accept it. it was bound to happen i think, i cant just hide as a shell forever. someday ill have to be a real person, i just have to accept that now and figure it out.

man, i know theres a lot of cool interesting things i wanna try to figure out for me, kinda like... what kind of music works best to me? ive listened to a lot of work out playlists, but nothing really like. fully clicked. what kinds of food do i like? i honestly just eat whatever my freinds do when they go out. what kind of clothes do i like?? any book genres seem interesting?? god this feels so...exhilarating, i fucking love it

its like, the start of a new ryan rn. gary, for once i think i want you to read this, your cool as hell.

#I STILL CANT SAY IM BI. ITS STILL CONFUSING! BUT KNOW ITS A LOT EASIER RN!#todays feeling great #ryans part to play #rp blog #jrwi mythborne

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thornmaui · 3 months

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I FOUND A SONG FOR THE NEW VAST RITUAL!! Okay context: Im a filk lover and have been looking for some good space shanties when stumbled upon ‘Star Filled Sea’ and when I heard the chorus I remembered after Simon’s failed vast ritual he was considering making a space ritual and this just….here’s the chorus, just keep reading and hear me out:

We′re outward bound to a new frontier

Leaving Earth and our lives so dear

Fill the void with humanity

Got a one-way ticket to the star-filled sea!

Seems innocent enough right? Well now imagine, a band of space pirates lead by Simon. A whole fleet of spacecraft with sacrifices trapped in a ‘brig’ of sort, with so many windows all the captives can see is a (disguised) ceiling and other human seemingly floating in space. This sensation continues as they slowly starve and their bones loose density, until slowly, one by one, the space pirate crew jettison each capsule while singing this song, letting some of the sacrifice go far enough they can see nothing except the emptiness of space, before opening the capsule and letting the pressure change do them in. The ones who dont get jettisoned are sent to Mars where they are forced to build a huge observatory habitat for Simon and the crew. But every day, 5 sacrifices are chosen to have to walk in one direction with only a spacesuit, where eventually they loose oxygen and die amongst the never ending plains of Mars til nothing is left but the observatory and the never ending landscape and sky. Perfect vast ritual right??? So with who knows what fears bouncing around, make sure to be wary of space pirates (and listen to filk music its amazing here’s a link to the song: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rJzZEDwY3DU)

Also do we think the same fears will be in magnus protocol??? Like obviously we’re all starting to try and catagorize by the fears we know but what if they dont exist the same way here or are slightly different? I think same fears may be too easy, especially with the odd eye, web, etc thing going on rn. Thoughts?

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#magnus archives #magnus protocol #the vast #simon fairchild #ritual #filk music #space shanties #Youtube

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rinhaler · 4 months

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just dropping by to say i’ve read WUSYANAME on your old blog a few days ago and i’m completely hooked. i literally stayed up until 5am reading it and woke up to finish it, i can’t wait to reread it with your updates here and see the next chapters! but i just wanna say that’s my fav megumi ever??? actually im in love with all the characters - megumi, toji, yuji. lol. id very much like to fuck toji yes please but WUSYANAME MEGUMI!!!! he has me on my knees istg-

anyways, thank u for writing such a masterpiece! i’m trying to find some more toxic obsessed megumi to fill the void rn. YOUVE RUINED ME (in a good way)

omg I'm glad you like it so much 😭😭 I don't mind that people are reading the chapters from my old blog bc I'm not changing them too terribly much over here. I've just changed quite a bit as a writer and I think they could do with a slight polish!

Also bully!megumi is so hot to me he's awful he's toxic and I want him bad so thank you for saying you like him so much he's so special 2 me !!! grumpy lil guy and I tried to put so much detail into him since he's so important! As if everyone else but Megumi is rly important since he's like the main antagonist in the story!

I wanna fuck wusyaname toji soooooooo bad he's so protective it makes my legs feel like JELLY but alas it is a BAD IDEA SUCH A BAD IDEA

thank u for supporting me and enjoying it so much it rly means the world!! the chapters releasing weekly over here have made me appreciate it way more than i did originally it's been so nice and refreshing so it's nice to see people are still supporting me even after i started it so long ago!

#💌 — luxe mail #WUSYANAME 🍋

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bluewillowedart · 1 year

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hi :) can you talk about anything related to prsk you have been thinking about lately. literally anything even if it's 15 paragraphs about an au in your head or disecting a character or just a little headcanon i Will read it. also what's the flag in your pfp?

hello :)

ohhhbhh goodness theres so much i could talk about oh god oh god.

but first - the flag in my pfp is the agender flag but the colors were picked from touyas sdsc trained card! ((you can pick the aromantic and agender flags from them and it makes me so happy hehe))

but now. jun insanity moment time. ((warning. this may be long))

uhmm idk how much i will end up putting here since. im not the best with words but. magical girl au with the gamer quartet.

i just think. pink leader emu would be so fun,, im drawing a lot of dynamic and design philosophies from precure so thats where that decision came from. the cute tiney girl with the big ass hammer being the leader is so amusing to me listen. Listen.

also the progression of who joins the team is emu -> nene -> akito -> touya

i really like the idea of touya being the more. almost aloof one whos hesitant to join the team and would prefer to work alone. that sort of concept but not exactly if you will hehe. there is an interval between nene joining compared to akito and touya. the latter two are somewhat close to precure's late cure concept. slightly.

emu and nene are established as close friends from the beginning in the au anyways so that lends itself to make the dynamic easy to build from. im still trying to figure out how to fill the void in how this blends akito and touya with this starting duo. but i like to think that touya got his powers even before akito but. kept it a secret from him (which he wish he didnt have to but you know). so when the two found out abt each other having powers. just. woah?!?!? spiderman pointing meme or smth ig.

i also should add the designs for them in general was drawn from that cutesy space/cyber aes along with very vaguely. sea slugs.

its been referenced and shown on one of my posts but their partners. emu -> crocodile, nene -> owl, akito -> wolf, touya -> panda. all based off of the animals they chose in close game offline :) they are silly little friends and the team has to pretend theyre little plushies to avert suspicions hfdjs

and similarly for their weapons. emu -> big fucking hammer. nene -> laser sniper. akito -> serraded knives. touya -> thats a secret ;)

TBH touya is an interesting chara in this au very mysterious very funky. he is super powerful but doesnt have full control over his powers yet. i will leave it at that. augh.

they have to fight off the forces that are created from the build up of negative feelings drawn from sekais that are able to phase into the real world. these said feelings are ones that have gone haywire and all. for the most part the team can use their cellphones to detect these. monsters. and fight them. they typically arent seen by the normal eye but there are some who are so powerful that can override that.

overall this au diverges from canon and theres a handful of things drawn from said canon that ive altered for the sake of this au making sense but. its my silly au i get to make the silly rules and it means so much to me aaadhjksaaaaaaa

there is also a pkmn au that keeps going in and out of my head. and my bf and i created a team for touya. milotic, miraidon, ceruledge, lucario, corviknight, decidueye. this au doesnt have a lot to it as of rn but also. emu with tinkaton. its so necessary. that mon is Meant for emu. oh yeah and akito has amarouge to compliment touya. hehe. yeas.

i have. more aus. but theyre not super developed enough for me to talk extensively abt them but they sure exist in my head.

PLEASE do continue to pick at my brain for the magical girl au tho i love that one so badly hfusjkd

#noct.doc #anon #thank you for letting me be insane this one time. seriously.#i contain so much and it needs to be unleashed.

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