#even the initial beta wasn't this bad

[sttoru]

toji never celebrates his birthday and thus learned to treat it as any other regular day. well, until you came into the picture and did the unexpected.

☀︎｜tags. dom!toji fushiguro x female reader. smut mixed with fluff & sprinkle of angst. implied age gap (reader early 20’s, toji late 20’s /early 30’s) implied size difference, p in v -> unprotected, cowgirl position, toji actually being a soft dom kinda, praise mixed with tiny bit of degradation, slight corruption kink, dirty talk / teasing, biting, creampie, reader gets called ‘princess, little girl \\ pretty, innocent, small'. not beta read. happy bday hubby!

“i told ya — fuck jus’ like that — not to buy or do anythin’ for me on m’birthday.” toji’s head lolls back against the pillow while his rough palms explore every inch of your gorgeous body. the word ‘birthday’ rolls off his tongue in a bitter manner. the assassin never celebrates that dreadful day, as he calls it.

he’s never found it to be worth remembering. his family couldn’t care less about that day when he was a child, so why would he?

but, that changed when you came into his life. toji flinched when he heard a loud ‘pop!’ sound upon opening the front door to his apartment. he was used to those noises being one of danger and thus swiftly reached for the spare weapon in his pocket. . . only to notice you standing behind the door with a party popper and a homemade cake.

the older man froze in place for a good few seconds, though was quick to realise the situation and relax. after the initial shock died down, you excitedly dragged him off to the living room to show him the presents you bought.

toji's first reflex was to scold you for spending money on him. he had never gotten anything for his birthday—it was weird to finally receive something from someone who actually cares for him. it somehow made him feel guilty as well. was he worth spending money on?

toji’s impressed reactions when unwrapping the presents showed you exactly how foreign the moment was to him: he’s never opened any gifts before. that much was even more evident after witnessing his inexperience in peeling off the tape from the boxes.

eventually, after opening around seven gifts, toji got to unwrap his final present. the present which was you.

the way you innocently yet seductively whispered words of affection in his ears made his mind go blank. even if it were simple ‘i love you’s and ‘happy birthday’ wishes. the red dress you had on and how your figure looked in it made everything ten times more sexual to the assassin. anything after that was a complete blur. his body moved on its own and yours followed right after until you finally landed on top of him — riding him.

toji’s half-lidded eyes couldn’t get enough of the sight he's witnessing. maybe his birthday wasn't such a bad day after all; the loving memories you're currently creating would surely outbalance the negative ones.

you shake your head at toji’s earlier sentence and tighten your grip on his shoulders, nails lightly digging into his skin and leaving faint red marks. you almost can’t talk due to the overexertion—your hips continuously rising and falling back down for the sake of your lover, “i- mph, wanted to get you all those things. you deserve them, toji.”

the view of your small body trying its hardest to not give in to its need of an orgasm made the assassin dizzy. his large hands settle on your waist and his eyes watch your every move from behind his black bangs. toji silently hisses as he feels your tight cunt clenching around him, “. . . f-shit. easy there.”

your pretty face is his weakness. especially when your usual innocent look gets replaced by one filled with carnal desire. toji can easily get off to the idea of him having that effect on you—his words, body, looks and actions that corrupted your every being in intimate moments like these.

“such a sweet thing,” the dark-haired man coos, brushing the stray locks of hair away from your face with his index finger. his other hand rubs up and down your inner thigh, each time getting dangerously closer to your clit, though never getting a single touch in. the scarred corner of his lips twitch in an amused grin at your whines, “oh? want me to touch you there, princess? that what ya want?”

you nod without a second thought. you were trying your best to hold out for as long as your body allowed it — desperately wanting to reach your climax at the same time toji was going to — but the idea seems impossible the longer this continued.

your boyfriend grins smugly, raising his eyebrows before entirely removing his hands from your body. his arms rest behind his head as he reverts to simply enjoying the view of you riding him so well. toji can never not be mean to you. your little pouts only drive him to tease you more and more, “hm, well, ya see - i thought you were gonna spoil me today, not the other way around.”

“t-toji! tha's mean. . .” you huff, bottom lip trembling. your arms circle his neck and your upper body leans forward to rest against his chiseled chest. you stop your hip thrusts and instead grind against his pelvis, trying to stimulate your clit on your own.

toji clicks his tongue, but figured it was best to leave you be. he didn't want to be too rough on you today - you had been nothing but sweet to him the entire night. you had blessed him with his first, proper birthday experience as well.

“aww, my little girl ‘s pouting,” the older man snickers and his hands return to their place. he allows you to grind against him, the sensations being amazing for him as well. the tip of his cock almost reaches your cervix from the current angle and your bodily fluids smear all over his thighs and lower abdomen, “shh shh, ‘tis alright.”

your needy whines and moans are music to his ears. toji rubs your lower back and pats your ass every now and then, squeezing the soft flesh gently just to hear another whimper spill from your lips. there was no way you could hold back now. especially when your bodies were rubbing together and you could feel toji’s defined abs and hardened muscles underneath you.

“toji - nngh - can i? wan' — wanna cum.” your small hands tighten their grip around his broad shoulders. you earn a low, breathy chuckle from your lover. the increasing sensations in his lower stomach were an indication to how close he was to his orgasm as well. he wasn’t going to deny you any further.

toji sighs in content and presses a soft kiss to your temple, thumb rubbing your cheek gently. it was a rare occurence to see that vulnerable and affectionate look in his piercing green eyes. the little smile plastered on his face only added to the soft and intimate atmosphere.

. . . well, toji wouldn’t be toji if he wasn’t going to add catch you off guard in any way or form. your eyes widen and your body jolts forward as he suddenly starts putting work in—his hips ramming into yours from below, the skin-to-skin sounds resonating throughout the room once again. it was like the wind got knocked out of you for a good second, “fuck! w-wait, toji! tojitojitoji!”

the older man holds tightly onto you — cradling you in his arms as he lightly lifts your hips to have free reign over the pace and movements of your two bodies — thrusting up into you over and over. he lets out a series of small, silent groans as he feels his climax nearing;

“shit, yeah - ‘m gonna stuff this pussy of y’rs full, princess.” toji's callused fingers curl around your hip bones, using them as leverage to increase the intensity of his thrusts, “think you can take it all?”

you mewl and nod again and again. you’re on the brink of tears when the waves of pleasure reach their peak. your eyes roll back and your body convulses, legs shaking and squirming during those few seconds of pure bliss. your adorable babble in the form of toji’s name was all your lover needed to push him over the edge—

“fuck. ‘m gonna cum,” toji groans and firmly bites your shoulder to hold back any more noises when he finally decided to let go. a choked sob leaves your lips the instant you feel the hot spurts of cum seeping into your senstive cunt. the older man continues to thrust in and out sloppily, riding out his orgasm and fucking his cum deeper into you at the same time, “so good — i love you s’much.”

you smile exhaustedly at the love confession from your boyfriend. toji’s grip on you loosens up after he completely emptied his balls deep inside your cunt, his jaw finally unclenching. he plants a few wet kisses along the bite marks on your shoulder in attempt to soothe the pain.

you catch your breath as you rest on top of toji's body. he didn't put the slightest effort into pulling out of you — even as a tiny puddle of your mixed juices stains his skin.

“i love you too, toji,” you reply and earn another lazy kiss to your forehead. he rubs the back of your head and massages your plush thighs in a tender manner. nothing could make this moment even more perfect, you thought to yourself.

you smile as you pull your head back to look into toji’s eyes. he was already looking at you — admiring your gorgeous looks as you basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. you capture his lips in a delicate kiss, “happy birthday.”

#sttoru writes. #jjk smut #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji smut #jjk x you #toji x you #female reader #i hate this ARGHHHH

[mimi-cee-genshin]

Straight Shooter - Tighnari x f!reader

Summary: First impressions aren't easy to overcome, but for someone like Tighnari, they're a piece of cake.

Additional info: cute and wholesome fluff, meet cute, enemies to lovers (for, like, two seconds lol), 1.1k words

(Thanks to @paimonial-rage and @andromeda-nova-writing for beta reading!)

*****

Sand got between your toes and rubbed against the soles of your feet as you hurried down the dirt road. Gandharva Ville was in sight – thirty minutes later than planned.

Collei waved at you in the distance with both arms stretched out wide. As you came near, someone else was beside her waiting at the entrance of a house. His ears were his most prominent feature, but his arms were crossed as he tapped his foot. He was irritated.

You stopped in front of Collei, out of breath and panting for air.

“You're finally here!” said Collei. “I was worried something horrible happened to you.”

“I'm so sorry. I–” You cut your own words short because you didn't have an acceptable explanation. You simply slept in and that was a weak excuse for the first day on the job.

The guy scoffs at you. “Seems like you're following in your father's footsteps, huh?”

At first, you blinked a couple of times, stunned at his words. A growing portion of both anger and embarrassment burned inside you. You gripped your bag, hands already sweating from the run to Gandharva Ville. This was an awful start to your day and this guy made it worse.

“I'll be around the back if you need anything,” he said to Collei. With that, he left the two of you alone.

“Collei, who was that?” you asked. You were somehow able to conceal the irritation in your voice.

“That was Master Tighnari. He can be a little harsh at times,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck, “but he's a really great guy.”

Her words didn't exactly quell the sensation in your gut. This Tighnari guy criticized both you and your dad in a single shot when he didn't even know you.

You put those thoughts aside to refocus on the job ahead. Once inside the house, you took out a textbook and a few sheets of paper and placed them on Collei’s desk. You instructed Collei to work through exercises to evaluate her current language skills. With excitement, she picked up her pencil and went straight to work. Fortunately, you could tell right away she'd be a good student. 

Despite your earlier encounter with Tighnari, you were glad your father had told you about this job. Your previous one was getting tiring and you could schedule tutoring around other tasks and errands more easily. If only you could forget what your dad added.

"Who knows? Maybe you can even find a guy you like at this job," he told you.

"And how old exactly are your coworkers?" you asked, rolling your eyes.

You scoffed at the thought. You knew your dad was just teasing but you were content with being single. However, if a good guy came along, you wouldn't complain.

“I think I'm done now,” said Collei as she handed you the sheet with a bashful smile.

“You don't need to be so nervous around me, Collei,” you said. “I'm not that much older than you.”

Her smile grew larger. “I'm just really glad I was able to find someone like you. Master Tighnari has been teaching me this whole time and it was taking a toll on him.”

“Really?” you said, raising a brow.

“Mmhmm. He has a lot of work as the lead forest watcher so I wanted to help him out by hiring a dedicated tutor,” she explained.

So this guy would go out of his way to help someone like Collei. Maybe he wasn't as bad as you initially thought, but you still had some reservations.

After completing the lesson for the day, you packed up your belongings and Collei thanked you for your work. She was even eager for your return tomorrow, bright-eyed and ready to learn.

You stretched and yawned as you exited the house, and at the edge of the trail, you saw Tighnari standing there as if he were waiting for the two of you to finish. 

You clutched your bag close to your chest as you walked towards the trail. You put some distance between yourself and Tighnari as you walked past him. Just as you thought you were about to successfully avoid him, he called out to you.

“Could I talk to you for a moment?” he asked.

You took a breath. “What is it?” you said, turning to him. 

“There's something I want to clear up, if that's alright with you.” 

You loosen the grip on your bag slightly.

“It seems that my comment earlier has caused some… undesirable effects. It wasn't my intention to be rude to you like that.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, raising a brow.

“You see, I'm quite sarcastic around your father. As my senior, he often pokes fun at me and I, in return, have my own way of responding to him. It's simply how we behave as coworkers.”

So that was what it was. You had thrown your own retorts to your father’s silly quips as well.

“I mistakenly assumed the two of you would have a similar temperament,” he continued, “which is why I behaved in that manner. When I realized there was a chance you might be more like Collei, I decided it would be best to clear this up with you. I didn't want to leave you with a bad impression of me. And so, I wanted to apologize to you.”

You relaxed your shoulders, and for the first time today, took a good look at him. An ear was slightly bent, showing that he was a bit ashamed of his assumptions of you, yet his eyes looked directly at you, sympathetic yet focused.

This was Tighnari. A straight shooter.

“Thank you,” you told him. “For clearing that up, I mean. Not just anyone would take the time to do that.”

“It's not a problem. It's the sensible solution. I'd do it for anyone,” he told you. He lifted his satchel and slung it over his shoulder. “Anyway, are you heading home now? I hope it's not too far of a journey for you.”

“I'm actually headed to the city to meet up with some friends.”

“I see,” he said with a hand on his chin. “In that case, I'll leave you to it. I'm heading to Pardis Dhyai in a bit. I'll see you tomorrow then.”

You lifted your hand to give a subtle wave as he walked back to the house. Collei left the building after hearing his call, and she retold her day to him with a skip in her step as the two of them went to look for a fellow forest watcher.

You spun on your heel and made your way to the city. Your feet were clear of dirt and sand. Perhaps your dad was right. The guys here didn't seem so bad after all.

*****

I hope you liked it! I might add a part two some day, but for now, it'll remain as a one-shot. :) (You can also check out my other fics as well.)

#genshin impact x reader #tighnari x reader #genshin impact #tighnari #genshin x reader #tighnari fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fanfics #tighnari fanfic #tighnari scenarios

[luvrsbian]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄

A/N: she's finally here!!! this was initially supposed to be a one shot but has kinda turned into a draft up of a pretty plotless, sweet, fluffy mini series. it follows canon for the most part minus eddies death ofc but because im bad with canon lore and science shit, its not heavily mentioned (some minor canon lore was changed but it's not super important.) this is a fem!reader, no use of y/n, set in 1992, 4k words, and i've kept reader pretty vague for inclusivity minus some background lore. this series is not 18+ (yet) but my page is, so please do not follow if you are a minor. thank you sweet baby mona @enam3l for beta-reading for me (ily)

MASTERLIST ✿ PART TWO

Eddie Munson liked his life. He liked his friends, even if a lot of them have now dispersed across the continental United States for school, jobs, general life (minus Robin who has somehow managed to make her way to Australia doing God knows what.) He liked his home, a house on the edge of town – slightly bigger than the old trailer – which he still shared with his uncle. He liked his style and hobbies and taste in music and movies that haven’t really changed much in the last 5 years since his final senior year. 

He really liked his job. 

Which felt odd for him to admit to himself.  It wasn’t anything like what he thought he would be doing. A younger Eddie Munson would imagine himself traveling city to city, adored by fans, living creatively and free spirited.  

But a middle school janitorial gig kept him young. One could argue 26 wasn't even that old, however, compared to his friends (who he'd already been older than) with their careers, relationships and growing families, he felt like a lonely old man. So, yeah, the awkward, funny, and extremely honest pre-teens made him feel young.  

Initially he thought the job would be lonely. It’s a small town with even smaller schools. Besides him, there was only one other night janitor that he alternated weekend cleans with and only really ran into during day-to-night shift changes. Ron was nice enough, older than Wayne, with a far higher patience for children. Unsurprisingly, behaviours from high school died hard and the teachers and administrative staff all kept to their own little cliques. Resulting in Eddie keeping to himself, rarely speaking outside of his custodian duties or the occasional faculty meeting. 

He didn’t even think he’d interact with the students aside from cleaning the odd vomit or getting stuck balls out of the gymnasium rafters. He unintentionally found himself yet again the outcasted mother goose to a small hoard of pre-teen metal heads when their unofficial leader, Matty Sherman, caught site of the various posters Ed keeps hung up on his office (custodial closet) door. The seventh grader quickly forcing himself under Eddies wings and refusing to budge. Matty was a good kid. Reminded Eddie a lot of himself at that age. He was loud, abrasive, and way too confident for such a gangly frame in ill-fitting clothes. Matty had hair though which 13-year-old Eddie couldn’t relate to. 

There was also Ms. Virginia Wagner. The eccentric, nurse who has been working at Hawkins Middle since Eddie was attending. Maybe even before that, he wasn’t quite sure and whenever he asked anything close to finding out her age, she quickly shut him down. She was sweet. She was funny. She was also a mean old hag sometimes, but God did Eddie love that about her. If he was just 20 - or more realistically 40 - years older and wasn’t almost certain she swings the other way, he’d shoot his shot.  

The Summer season was extremely uneventful for Eddie. Due to the kids being out of school, his hours were cut in more than half with only the yearly repairs and deep cleaning needing to be done. He went into work about 3 days a week, spending the extra free time to do some manual labour gigs here and there around town. When he wasn’t working, he was hidden away at home watching movies, listening to music, trying to plan out ongoing and future campaigns for Hellfire meetings that have begun to be fewer and far between now that everyone has dispersed. On some rare occasions when he didn’t feel like a complete shell of a person and was able to leave the house to socialize outside of life obligations, he met up with the few friends that remained in the Hawkins area (which at this point in time was really only Steve Harrington and Gareth Emerson.) 

It was now the Monday of the week before students would return back to these fluorescent lit halls. That meant all other faculty were now gracing the school to prepare for the year ahead. Organizing and prepping and finalizing lesson plans and class rosters.  

Eddie had a slight pep in his step as he walked through the halls, scuffed up sneakers squeaking on the shiny, extra polished tiles. He whistled a silent tune that clashed with the jingles of his keys that he swung around his middle finger. Getting to the janitors closet to put on his navy coverall and put his hair into a low bun. He zips up the stiff material, covering the self-altered muscle tank top that had the logo for some local band down in Indianapolis he saw a few years back before things went to shit. A cracked and stained mirror hanging up over his work sink being used to make sure his hair looked casually messy in the bun. With a final once over, he hooks his keys to the belt loop of his coveralls and preps for the day's work. A glance at his wristwatch, the one that has somehow survived hell and back just like him, reads 7:58. Just 4 hours and 2 minutes until lunch.  

He couldn’t wait. 

Eddie used those 4 hours and 2 minutes to check each stall in all bathrooms were fully stocked with toilet paper and the likes, clean the actual toilets themselves, and make sure the water was running properly in every sink. Once that was taken care of, he began on his biggest task of the week of dragging desks and chairs out of the back storage building to be put into classrooms. Sheryl from the administrative team having left the small packet of papers indicating how many seats each room would need for the coming year.  

He could move the chairs in stacks at a time but could only really stack two - maybe three if he was careful - desks on his hand truck before it became a safety problem. Once moved into the main building, he had to wipe them down, tighten any loose screws that could make them wobble, and make sure they were still in usable condition. Eddie had completed almost 3 of the 32 classrooms before lunch finally rolled around.  

He grabbed his lunch sack from the custodial closet and whistled on his merry way to the nurse's office. He’s been eating lunch with Virginia for as long as he can remember. Of course, there was those 5 years of High School and then the year of recovery following the events of his second senior year, and the summer breaks of course, but besides all those he’s been eating with her for a good 7 years.  

This ritual beginning in his 6th grade, the first year he moved in with Wayne, all sad eyed and past aside due to events outside of his control. Kids he had grown up with suddenly not wanting anything to do with him. He wouldn’t really make any friends again until 7th grade, and his first band of misfits was created, Corroded Coffin. 6th Grade was the worst year of his life until 1986 and now it’s about tied.  

Sadly, in middle school who you ate a meal with or gave the time of day too was so integral into maintaining the hierarchal balance of the ecosystem. It was bullshit. With everything that happened that lead to his father going to jail and him burdening his uncle, the kids of Hawkins middle school decided Eddie wasn’t worth risking their own reputations. He doesn’t remember exactly how it happened, his brain kicking the memory out at some point to make room for more important stuff like D&D lore. But he does remember he went from eating lunch in the bathroom to eating it in Nurse Wagner’s office.  

Even after being integrated back into the Middle school social circle, he couldn’t just leave her to eat lunch by herself. She needed him with his alternative music education and retelling of the fantasy books he’d been reading lately and his strong headedness that could keep up with her dry and sarcastic quips many interpreted as rudeness. Although Eddie would still refuse to admit it, in actuality he probably needed her more than she needed him. 

He doesn’t knock, just moseys his tall frame into the nurse's office, wide dimpled smile on his lips as he hears rummaging coming from the actual office area that was blocked off by a wall. He looks at the two plastic-y beds covered in paper sheets, inhaling that antiseptic smell that can only seem to be found in medical settings. No fluorescent lights were on, only natural light being let it from the two big windows.  

There are curtains on them now which surprises him. Floral pinks and yellows with lace on the edge that really fit the grandma vibes Virginia has but refused to acknowledge. The windows all have blinds, but curtains were deemed a non-necessary commodity by the school board budgeting team, meaning if you wanted curtains, you’re gonna have to fork money out of pocket for them. Eddie had asked Virginia about it once, commenting about how it would help spruce up the place. Make it look a little less sterile. She told him to go to hell, that she’s a nurse not rich. Any out-of-pocket money she spent on work only going towards things that actually matter, like the allergen friendly laundry detergent and the nicer, name brand candy for the candy bowl. 

Putting his lunch on the side table of the first bed, he lays down in a relaxed position. Hands behind his head, legs crossed, eyes closed, he lets out a relaxed sigh. 

“Virginia, dear, I really love what you’ve done with the place,” he calls out to her, hearing the close of the filing cabinet and footsteps soon following, “feels all homey now, dontcha think.” 

The footsteps stop. 

“I'm glad you like them. You feelin’ comfy there?” 

That was most definitely not Virginia Wagners voice. 

Eddie jolts up, eyes wide and cheeks red. He’s not one to get embarrassed easily but since recent events he’s been a bit more reserved in how comfortable he gets around strangers. And you were most definitely a stranger. A pretty stranger. A very pretty stranger in a teddy bear patterned scrub top and an oversized cardigan with embroidered sunflowers. You’re a disorienting mess of patterns and colors but you’re also, like, really pretty and Eddie isn’t sure how to go about this. 

“You’re not Virginia,” is all he can get his voice to come out with. 

“I’m not Virginia.” You give a chuckle. A positive response, Eddie thinks. 

“Where’s Virginia?” 

Eddie is now standing away from the bed and closer to the door, ready to run from the situation if needed (something he’s learned to embrace in the last few years.) You give him a friendly smile, hands in your cardigan pockets, the sleeves bunched up. You look cozy.  

“Florida. She’ll be in the Caribbean by the end of the month,” you supply. He can tell your fingers are fidgeting in your pockets. His hands are fidgeting at his waist, pinching at the material of his coveralls.  

“Why?” 

You shrug your shoulders, “Retirement.” 

“Oh,” Eddie sighs, eyes breaking contact with yours for the first time since standing, shifting to look at your white - almost pristine - sneakers on the tile floor her spent all summer mopping and waxing and removing scuff marks from. “That sucks.” 

You snort. Teeth biting your bottom lip to stop from laughing at him further during this awkwardly endearing meeting. Your own eyes looking him over now that he isn’t completely focused on you. He’s cute. His cheeks stained your favourite shade of pink once he realized you weren’t the now retired nurse he had been so fond of. Hands covered in jewlery. His inability to stay still so natural it makes you think he doesn’t even realize he’s been shifting his body weight back and forth from his toes to his heels this whole time. Tall, lean, maybe with some extra fluff hidden under the baggy attire. He’s got some shadow of hair on his cheeks. And if you weren’t a civil person and he wasn’t a stranger, you’d be begging to kiss at the column of his throat. 

Your gaze moves to look around the waiting part of the office to avoid thinking even more things about this guy. A brown paper bag chicken scratched with the words ‘ED LUNCH’ catches your eye. Before you have a chance to speak yourself, he starts his interrogation again. 

“Who are you?” 

Your attention cuts back to him quickly. With a smile that shows all your teeth and a hand leaving your pocket, held out for him to shake, you give your full name. 

He takes it with his own reserved smile. His hands and rings are warm, but they still tingle your skin from the unfamiliarity of the metal. You enjoy it you think. Before he can introduce himself, you beat him to the punch. 

“You must be Edward, right?” 

He grimaces, “Just Eddie,” your handshake falls. His hand back to his hip and your hand back into your pocket, “Just Eddie is fine. More than fine, actually. Preferred, really.” 

Another chuckle from you. Eddie knows he’s funny when he wants to be but if it’s this easy to make you laugh, he doesn’t ever want to stop. 

“Well, just Eddie,” you smirk at his eye roll, “you can join me for lunch if you’d like. I feel like my presence may have ruined your initial plans,” you let out a huff of a laugh and gesture to the lunch sack by the window. He grimaces again at your wording and shakes his head. 

“It didn’t ruin any plans just was shocking ‘sall,” his hand moves from his hip to rub at his slightly scruffy chin, pretty brown eyes back on yours, “but um, yeah. Yes, I’d love- like to join you for lunch.” 

You smile. He smiles back. 

Eddie has sat in this chair, in this office, and eaten his lunch for years. Today it feels awkward and unfamiliar.  

It might have something to do with you sitting where Virginia used to sit. Same chair, same desk, same office, but completely different. Virginia didn’t decorate her space, leaving it functional and impersonal, if people wanted to know about her life they could ask her. She wasn’t going to flaunt it.  

You were very different. An orange, gaudy looking vase filled with fake flowers. A matching candy bowl with various sugary, little treats. A picture frame of you and what he could only assume was your family based on the similar features shared between each person. A decorated Coke can with the top cut off and trimmed with glued on lace and covered in holographic stickers of vibrant cartoon animals, sparse enough to still see the iconic red drink logo, was now holding an assortment of colorful gel pens.  

Even the chair wasn’t safe from your interior decorating, a purple knitted blanket folded over the top of the rolling seat. The seat itself now adorning a red, white, and black cushion of an ugly faced bulldog with a spiked color and cap with the letter G, the words ‘GEORGIA BULLDOGS’ splayed above him. A sports team he assumed.  

The conversation hadn’t started back up since the introduction in the sick room. Both of you taking your respective seats in the office area, opening your lunch bags and digging in.  

Eddie being a creature of habit brought his usual bag of pretzels, a can of Pepsi, and a sandwich made of whatever he could find in the kitchen. Today it was two slices of whole wheat, mayo, lettuce, the last piece of deli ham, and shredded cheese.  

Your own lunch seemed much more put together. For starters, you had an actual lunchbox, a bulky and vibrant plastic thing with Snoopy sleeping on his dog house on the front. Inside, there was your own ziploc bag of green grapes, a can of Coke, and a sandwich cut into triangles. White bread, crunchy peanut butter, and grape jelly. A Little Debbies Swiss Rolls pack sitting on the corner of your desk for dessert. 

He’s mid chew on the final bite of his sandwich, half his Pepsi left, his pretzels being the first thing devoured, when you speak up. Your own sandwich having on triangle section left, grapes gone, and Coke untouched. 

“Have you always lived in Hawkins?” 

You’re wiping your mouth with a folded paper towel, curious eyes focused on him. You’re very good at that, he’s realized. Eye contact. Focusing on your center of attention. Eddie has never been good at it, having to remind himself to look at the person talking to him. It’s polite, Wayne would say, shows people you’re listening and interested in what they have to say. Eddie gets so worked up in remembering to seem focused, he loses it and doesn’t hear what’s being said. He hasn’t had that problem with you so far. He thinks he could look at and listen to you all day if you let him. 

“Born and bred,” he swallowed his bite and shrugs his shoulders, rubbing his hands together to get the crumbs off, “you’re not though, are you. Feel like I’d remember you,” he raises an eyebrow. Feeling a little more confident in himself, especially with the obvious signs of you not being a local, and gives a playful smirk. 

“You got me,” you hold your hands up in mock surrender, moving your arms back to rest your elbows on the edge of the desk, “I’m from Georgia.” 

Eddie nods, the seat cushion making sense now. It’s your home team for… sports. A sport. Probably football. Eddie mentally pats himself on the back for guessing it was a sports team. Good on him for knowing sports. (Eddie doesn’t know sports.) 

“So,” Eddie lulls, small talk never being his forte. Much more interested in getting into the nitty gritty of conversation when interested in someone but he doesn’t know you yet. He needs to find something to relate with you on and he can’t do that with tidbits he may know from growing up in town like he could other people his age or older here. “You’re like a southern chick,” it was your turn to grimace.  

“You’re really bad at this,” you snort and shake your head, finishing up the last of your own sandwich. Tidying up your desk, throwing away the ziploc bag and sandwich wrapping and paper towels. Opening the coke can and moving the swiss rolls pack to in front of you, looking back to Eddie. With a tilt of your head and saccharine grin you ask, “Splitsies?” 

He nods at the opportunity to get a sweet little treat before addressing your initial comment, “Small talk requires talking and I just don’t really do that anymore with people who don’t already know me or just have a preconceived idea of who I am,” he shrugs his shoulders again, voice softer, slight regret in being too real. Eyes watching your fingers open the package, folding another paper towel (which he has now realized are coming from a roll kept in the lowest drawer of your desk), and setting one of the processed roll cakes on the indented paper before placing it in front of Eddie’s seated and slouched body. “Thank you,” He looks back up to you and you’re already looking at him. 

“Virginia told me a lot about you,” you smirk, lifting your own cake to take a bite. Your eyes not leaving his except for split a second to give an appreciative glance and hum to the cream filled ‘pastry.’  

“We’ve been corresponding for months,” you snicker at your own use of the word, making you feel like some sort of 18th century countess or captain, rather than a young nurse taking over the position of an older nurse.  

He looks panicked at this reveal. Which is cute considering he had a bit of white cream on his upper lip. Although he looked so pretty when his brow furrowed, it was clear he was frightened so you were quick to reassure him. 

“All good things, of course. I think she’s just worried about you. It’s cute, really, just really cute.” Another kind smile on your lips and your hand holding out the paper towel - his now eaten roll was sat on - as hint for him to clean his mouth off. 

Eddie knew Virgina wasn’t one to gossip but the prospect of a rare new person in town he’s actually interested in, being privy to all his shit-uations without him telling them himself, scared him. But Virginia did love to meddle and that may be worse. She was a big supporter of Eddie needing friends his own age.  

Letting out a sigh of relief that his tragic history had yet to be exposed, Eddie returned your smile with his own half one. You reach into your desk again, pulling out a letter instead of paper towels this time. ‘Edward’ scrawled in a familiar, loopy handwriting with blue ink on the white envelope caught his eyes. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion and intrigue.  

You hold it out for him to take like it was something precious, “This is for you.” From Virginia, is unspoken but recognized between the both of you. Who else would it have been from. Eddie flushing as he realized, Virginia never told him about you. Virginia never even told Eddie she’d be leaving. They didn’t speak much, or really at all, during the summer unless they happened to run into each other outside of these brick walls.  

Callused finger pads grazed your palm when he took the letter from you, he kept his eyes focused on examining the letter. A sad smile on his lips appreciating the loops of the E and W and curves of the D’s. Realistically he knew Virginia probably wasn’t gonna be gone from Hawkins forever, she had roots here. A son. That’s son kid or maybe kids now, he wasn’t sure, hadn’t checked in on Rick since he got out of jail in ‘88. But it still hurt that she was gone, without a word, and was happy enough to talk to her replacement about him but not to him about her. You. 

“I’m gonna read this later,” he mumbles and puts the offending but appreciated letter in his deep pocket. A quick glance at his watch read it’s been about an hour since making his way into the nurses office, lunch was over. He threw his trash out in the bin by your desk and gave you a friendly smile, standing from the seat in front of your desk. 

“Maybe we could do this again sometime,” eyes shifting around the office again, not really taking things in, just needing to not get trapped back into your gaze. “Ya know, with my lunches free now and everything,” he humorlessly chuckles. 

“Eddie,” you spoke softer than you had before, a more sympathetic smile on your lips, “I’d really like that.” 

He looks at you now. You have really shiny eyes. What a weird observation, Eddie thinks, but it’s true. With a quick wave of his hand before retreating them back into his pocket, fingers playing with the paper edges of Virginias letter. He begins his trek out the door.  

“Hey, next time though,” he stumbles in a spin to walk backwards while speaking, “We’ll speak more about you than about me. Feel’s like you know too much about me,” he huffs with a smug smile before spinning back to look forward. “See ya, Peach.” 

Your sweet laughter follows him out into the hall. You call out, “See ya, Eddie,” to his retreating back, watching the door long after he’s left.  

“Peach,” you snort and shake your head, teeth tugging on your bottom lip to stop from smiling too wide. 

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[krypticcafe]

How would Slashers (non DBD Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Bubba Swayer) comfort their partner after a nightmare? I thought it might be cute if it's not too much to ask for.

Slashers comforting their partner after a nightmare

rating: PG-13

character(s): GN!Reader, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer

warning(s): sprinkle of angst, lotta comfort, no beta read

a/n: I love these types of requests so much, gahhhhh- also this probably has so many grammar errors, I write at late hours :')

Jason

Admittedly, you kinda spooked him as well when you shot out of bed and nearly screamed.

Oh, but the moment he heard you sniffle while apologizing, he's holding your hands and tracing question marks into your palms.

You try to tell him, but you can barely utter a word in all your hyperventilating. It has him pulling you into a hug and enveloping you with his big arms.

You let a few tears escape when he's rubbing circles into your back.

After a while, he shifts off the bed for a bit to grab one of his coats and urges you to put it on. You comply, albeit confused.

He scoops you into his arms with ease and, for some reason, starts walking out of the cabin.

Your suspicions of where he was taking you were correct, finding yourself in the nearby grassy clearing you two often escaped to for some peace.

It became clear that Jason wanted to take your mind off of things by taking you here and showing you something out of a dream, fireflies mixed with a clear, starry night sky, a full moon to illuminate the area, and a summer breeze that wasn't too cold.

You two spent the night laying together in the grass, stargazing and trying to tell apart the stars from the bugs.

Jason would listen closely to whatever you talked about, whether a topic to distract yourself or the nightmare itself.

You appreciated that about him, how attentive and always had an ear out for you. He'd never interrupt and always respond in some small way even if he wasn't the most talkative. And he never, ever made you feel ashamed for rambling either, no he adored it.

When you've managed to keep the fear and memory of the nightmare at bay, you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep as he carries you back home.

Michael

Okay let's be honest, Michael wouldn't really wake up immediately when you jolt out of bed, your mind reeling with fear. He's a heavy sleeper, but he'd probably notice when the bed feels weirdly lighter and colder.

On the other hand, he might not be there initially, taking care of business as per usual.

There was a time when he wasn't home and you were alone. You went to the kitchen to grab yourself some water and that's when you heard a noise at the door.

Judging by how heavy the footsteps were, you knew immediately it was Michael standing at the doorway of the kitchen.

Just the sight of him standing there like some big oaf had you a bit humored. On the other hand, Michael was wondering what you were doing up at this hour.

You got the message and welcomed him home, letting out a small shaky sigh, "Just got a bit of a bad night's sleep, Mike, that's all."

You wanted to keep your composure, after all, your partner had come home after a supposedly long night, and you didn't want to burden him with your issues.

Unexpectedly, Michael dropped his weapon on the counter and walked over to you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into him, and bringing you into a hug.

Was he a bit rough and clumsy with it? Yes. Was it comforting? Also yes. At least, you were 99.99% sure it was intended to be.

Usually after doing "business", Michael tended to be distant for a bit of time, for what reason you were unsure, but you had always respected that boundary of his.

Needless to say, this out-of-character effort of his to comfort you was a much needed and much welcomed surprise. And to you, it seemed like a big step in the right direction for your strange relationship.

Bubba

You wake up with a start, immediately clasping your hand over your mouth to keep anyone from hearing your gasps and sobs because you'd rather not wake the others right now.

It takes Bubba a minute to get up since he's a little sleepy-eyed, but when he feels you trembling and sees you looking scared, he's grabbing the knife on the bedside table and getting up to look for an intruder.

Putting a hand on his arm, you let him know that there isn't one, you just had a nightmare.

He sets the knife down (safely) and immediately scoops you into a hug, letting out concerned clicks and chirps.

You find yourself grounded in his arms, the way warmth radiates from his body and how his heartbeat gently reverberates in your ears. His hugs are what remind you most of home, safety, and comfort.

Unfortunately, he parts for a moment, gently squeezing your shoulders to reassure you that it won't be for long, he'll be right back.

And while you don't want to let go, you resign yourself, having full faith and trust that your partner wouldn't just leave you there. He would never dream of doing so.

Moments pass until the sound of wood creaking draws your attention as your lover walks into the room with two mugs in hand.

Based on the smell that had your stomach instantly rumbling, he had made you fresh, homemade hot chocolate. This sweetheart found marshmallows to put in and even brought you your favorite mug, too.

You almost want to sob at that. But instead, you press a kiss on his lips and thank him.

Even with no exchange of words, you bask in the comfort of simply enjoying a rich drink with your partner in bed, your mind finally at ease.

When you go back to sleep, Bubba makes sure to hold you even closer and you know he won't budge even in his sleep and that alone is enough for you to know that you'll be safe to sleep again, especially with him to protect you.

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[away-ward]

im sorry for this rant KO, but why on earth is the bonus content for nightfall is the start of the horsemen? Like omfg. I really dont need it to exist because i like the mystery of them. Why can't we just have a willemmy bonus 😭 i'm so fucking upset. I initially wanted to pre-order the paperback but thinking about that whole alex drama in BC, i didn't, thank the lord for that! But i was still hoping for a willemmy bonus or maybe a will or emmy's back story, but we're getting to see Damon, A-FUCKING-GAIN? How many fucking bonus do we have to see him??! Fuck, i'm so upset, idk who to rant this with because i don't talk about this series to anybody irl.

Excerpt from PD's insta:

DAMON GRABS HIS JACKET OFF THE COURT AND PULLS IT ON AS HE LEAVES.

"YOU OKAY?" MICHAEL ASKS KAI.

BUT KAI JUST GESTURES TO DAMON WHO PUSHES THROUGH THE HEAVY DOUBLE DOORS. "I TOLD YOU, MAN," HE BLURTS OUT TO MICHAEL. "HE'S TROUBLE."

"NO," MICHAEL QUICKLY RETORTS, LOOKING IN THE DIRECTION DAMON LEFT. "HE'S AN ENFORCER, KAI."

HIS FRIEND STARES AT HIM.

"AND EVERY TEAM NEEDS ONE," MICHAEL ADDS, DROPPING THE BASKETBALL INTO KAI'S HANDS. "TELL THE COACH I'LL BE RIGHT BACK."

end-

🥲 ngl, i'm so sick of damon's appearance, at this point not only his character wasn't my fav, pd over-pushing him makes me really hate him now. "He's the enforcer" ughhhh, and when did this branding ever came up in the devil's night series? I only remember this point being discussed here on your blog of your meta about damon's character and his implicit role in their friend group and family. Istg i really never saw his role being discussed and branded like this anywhere, so the only place it could happen was in the private chat's of their pendragon fb group or between PD and their editor/most trusted beta readers. Istg the pettier side of me feels like some of PD's fb group fans saw your discussion posts here with other anons and told on PD, then they got inspired by you ideas about "his role" in the family. Which in theory, i don't see much wrong from it, but truly, where did this role establishment and branding came from? And ofc in PD's fashion, they had to rebrand Damon's role to be positive and borderline inspiring 🙄

and fuck, who cares about logic right? Definitely not PD when they kept on writing A and meaning B in their stories, but kept on being pissed off when readers understood it as A. 🤡

at this point, i'm not even excited anymore for this bonus content. I genuinely thought something good will come out of it, but with their opinion of willemmy a few weeks ago, and now with this. Idk. But I just know and fully sure now that PD just wanted to avoid the alex-aydin-will-emmy qna discussion extra materials, because they knew they fucked that one up, and many readers hated it, and so they probably want to just bury that shit and move past it. So of course, we'll never gonna get a willemmy bonus content. Ugh. I can't fault them for wanting to move on, but for someone who wnats to move on so bad and ignore the uncomfy parts of their own mistake in writing, they sure as hell is still be talking and hinting at this series from time to time especially for their most fav characters 🙄

but fr KO, it really left a sour taste in my mouth when an author behaves like this. Penelope Douglas is just so, ugh, idk. At this point ideky i'm still hoping for them to be better tbh when they've always been known to be problematic, like they're always just so disappointing. I need to detach my feelings for books i like to read with their authors, because i'm just gonna end up upset like this. But it's so hard!!! Especially when they're indies and you like some parts of the things they put out, and can't always find it anywhere else. Ughhh. i heard that series by Monty Jay was giving DN, so i might check it out, and i really hope it's better.

+ when you get a reach of the bonus materials, will you be sharing them here and share your thoughts and opinions about them? I'm a big yapper and i just wanna yap with somebody about it frfr.

Hey. Oh man, I feel your pain.

I really dont need it to exist because i like the mystery of them. Why can't we just have a willemmy bonus

Ohh, I wish I was with you on this but I’m actually excited about it. As someone who wants to understand these characters better, and who absolutely goes bonkers over character origin stories, this is right up my alley. I never expected any kind of Willemmy scene, so maybe I’m not as disappointed as I would be otherwise.

From what I heard, there are some willemmy scenes in this origin story though! So not all hope is lost (although I don’t know how it’s supposed to make sense, since I’ve also heard that this starts during their freshmen year and Emmy’s a year younger so… but whatever. I’m just happy for the moments!)

I am so sorry that this isn’t what you wanted!

Istg the pettier side of me feels like some of PD's fb group fans saw your discussion posts here with other anons and told on PD, then they got inspired by you ideas about "his role" in the family. Which in theory, i don't see much wrong from it, but truly, where did this role establishment and branding came from?

As much as this idea tickles me, the fact is that this was probably written months ago, and I only really had that discussion with in the past few weeks. More than likely, we were just picking up on something PD was implying the entire time.

But I just know and fully sure now that PD just wanted to avoid the alex-aydin-will-emmy qna discussion extra materials, because they knew they fucked that one up, and many readers hated it, and so they probably want to just bury that shit and move past it.

I’m still holding out of that pinterest board and discussion questions (though, it may be a lost cause). It just seems so stupid that they’d withhold those two things since they’re so minor compared to the bonus scene.

they sure as hell is still be talking and hinting at this series from time to time especially for their most fav characters

Coming from a writer’s perspective, it’s hard to let your favs go. Long after the other characters stop “speaking” to you, your favs come back. You still see them doing stuff. And PD is proud of the series, so of course they’re not going to bury it.

But yes, I agree that the fandom has been pretty loud about wanting some more willemmy content for some closure, and it shouldn’t be this hard to sit and think about the characters and deliver something, just to be kind to your readers and fans. I can’t say why PD is so resistant to it, but that’s for them to know.

i heard that series by Monty Jay was giving DN, so i might check it out, and i really hope it's better.

I had to look it up, and I’m assuming you’re speaking about the hollow boys? I haven’t read it, but if you do get around to it, I hope you enjoy it.

Regarding PD, I hardly ever look into the background of an author or give them a second thought. I also have never had the desire to contact an author, or do meet and greets or anything, that’s just me. So, I’ve never had the issue of needing to detach a work from an author, but I can see the struggle.

+ when you get a reach of the bonus materials, will you be sharing them here and share your thoughts and opinions about them? I'm a big yapper and i just wanna yap with somebody about it frfr.

I absolutely will share my thoughts, of course! I might do a reading react, or just a summary of my thoughts, whatever feels right. Again, I feel for your frustration and disappointment. The let down is never easy, but you'll read better books in the future. This isn't the last of it for you. So look forward to finding your next favorite read.

-KO

#asked and answered 293 #asked and answered #ko's dns tag #series discussion

[otomeomegaverse]

Courting hcs with the obey me boys? Specifically mammon and Beel

Hey, you didn't specify Omega or Alpha so I default to Alpha, I can do some 9kega ones to the future if you want~

Courting headcannons for Alpha!Mammon and Beel.

GN!Reader, can be either Omega or Beta.

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Mammon:

💳- He knows that he wants you the moment that he laid eyes on you. Yeah it was partially him being the avatar of Greed, but also the fact that he wanted you are his partner and mate. After all, the Great Mammon deserves someone just as great to be by his side, right?

💳- Initially his attempts to court you are… rough to say the least. Cheesy pickup lines, the most random of gifts that didn't make sense, and trying to get his brothers to help him out only for them to say thst he is on his own.

💳- However, when he gets his act together and finally talks to you face to face, he admits that he has been trying to find the right way to court you. Once he tells you about what he wanted, he gets his act together and tries to put in an effort with courting you.

💳- He buys you nicer things like flowers, candles and small treats, he will make sure that you know that he wants to be yours and wants you to be all his. Of course he will be nervous, but will try his best, he wants to be the best Alpha that he can for you.

Beel:

🍔- When he starts courting you, he doesn't even realize that he is! He began to share bits of his own meal and lend you his jacket whenever it got chilly out, overall he has just been really friendly and nice to you, not thinking much of it.

🍔-It isn’t until after Belphie points out what Beel is doing when he realizes that not only has he been subtly courting you, but that he wants to keep courting you! He loves spending time with you and wants to ensure that you're happy, so he wants to take this chance!

🍔- The first couple of attempts don't go as well as he hoped. He had bought you some of you'd favorite snacks, though in the excitement of waiting for you to come home he accidentally ate them, he felt pretty bad afterwards. He then tried to buy you a nice sweet smelling candle, it smelled like vanilla though and he ended up eating that too…

🍔- Though even with those drawbacks he wasn't about to give up, he managed to gift you with some flowers, nice jewelry, pillows and stuffed animals, and so many nesting items he thought that you would like. He was doing his best to show his much he wanted to be with you, and he wasn't going to stop.

#omegaverse #a/b/o #obey me! omegaverse #alpha!mammon #alpha!beel #omegaverse prompts

[aid-worker-sya]

Secrets of the Quality or the Schedule Release; or, Secrets of the Go Do Random Events; or, Secrets of The Commander's Really Weird Couple Of Months; or, Secrets of Is Peitha Still Hot Or Boring Now (or something like that)

hi i'm not too active in gw2 tumblr (i gotta fix that i just gotta follow more of you on main) but y'know i've been playing gw2 since beta with a few years-long breaks and this is the first time i was playing an expansion on launch so i thought i at least wanted to share my thoughts.

my tl;dr is that there was some good and some bad but i think i'd prefer an entire expansion up front or it in like two updates and then an epilogue like WLB was for Cantha despite my extraordinarily negative feelings feelings on Gyala Delve and that all of this should've been like Part 1 of a new Wizard Saga.

i don't think we'll ever have a very complete consensus, because GW2's fanbase has been historically divided on almost everything since launch. the dragons, Dragon's Watch, BRAHAM, almost everything on this game has been a love-or-hate since that fateful day back in 2012. and from what i've noticed throughout the years, tumblr is usually more positive of GW2's story updates more than other websites, so i'm pretty curious about what went right and also wrong too. so i really wanted to give as a long time player my feelings on all this, bc it was... interesting. both for good and bad.

and perhaps biggest of all: a common criticism countless GW2 players have had since: the idea the Commander is not really the main protagonist because they're always serving as the champion or second-in-command to someone else, something i've historically disagreed even before Traehearne's rewrite but now i'm a bit more "hmm" about. also why the fuck wasn't this like a Wizard Saga of like 2-3 expansions.

it was certainly a mixed bag, i don't agree with people saying it was the worst thing ever, as far as i'm concerned What Lies Beneath was this game's absolute fucking rock bottom in recent memory and SOTO was nowhere near as bad as that and i want to punch something every time any daily or weekly even mentions Gyala Delve (although i'm still going to appreciate WLB as an epilogue and talk about that later). think i'm gonna start with the good immediate thoughts first

i think the initial release was very good. the new maps and metas were fun, as were the maps being larger than most of the previous expansion maps to make up. the new characters were interesting: although there wasn't really enough time to develop them the same way Dragon's Watch had been for years. it was especially great seeing Zojja as a major character which is why i'm so sad she stopped being relevant after the initial release. i think it would've been better if they wanted this expansion to be like... idk, the Wizard Saga to be built up over a period of like three expansions. it would've been nice to see these characters actually build up over a period of time. make Eparch the final confrontation over a period of three years

like, at first, i fully expected this to be like this. they refer to everything before 2023 as the Dragon Saga. i thought this was going to be a shorter saga of like, 2-3 expansions with a much more concrete goal and narrative direction. we fight alongside the Wizards for a few expansions until Eparch's final defeat and then onto the next grand adventure that would take several years to complete

but ultimately, we just kinda accidentally fell into a big adventure bored out of our skulls after our crystal dragon jesus daughter went into hibernation. we stumbled into something, kicked some ass, and now it's over and we're probably getting another expansion in a couple of months. so i guess... that's the future of GW2. after the grand Dragon Saga, the Commander gets into all sorts of weird little shenanigans that determines Tyria's future and then fucks off to do the next thing no more sagas, just these like, weird singular adventures the Commander has.

the end result is that everyone is severely underdeveloped. there are some fun characters, and i've been joking with my gw2 friends "WE FINALLY HAVE AN INTERRACIAL RELATIONSHIP AFTER THEY BAILED ON BRAHAM AND ROX!!!" but like. i liked them. they were cool. i actually really like the Wizards. which is why i'm so bummed it's just over and the epilogue of SOTO it seems set up we're not really gonna do anything for it. i love Frode having a very complicated relationship with the Spirits and how Worm appears to be like... borderline actively malicious compared to most Spirits. i fucking love R'tchikk and Gladium's entire interaction and an unconventional relationship between species and really want to see more interactions. Dagda as one of the last Jotun that truly remember their glory days. so it's so sad to me that like, all these really interesting characters just have their story ended with this. i hope i'm wrong and i see them, but fuck. it's like. i started caring about them, then the next three updates came out and now it's over. dammit.

i also agree the demons are like. they're human society. they're just Regular People no different than Kryta specifically. now i love playing humans in games where you can play multiple races: but like, something that i love about gw2 is how each race has it's own feel, y'know? the humans are a traditional european-style monarchy. the asura are literally an entire race of mad scientists that have a Council so they don't just immediately nuke themselves in a science experiment and their society revolves around research. the charr are an outright stratocracy where the military and government is one and the same and this was explored in IBS where this allowed an insane fascist to rally immense power before IBS went to shit. and the sylvari are literally a new race figuring out WHAT their deal is and haven't quite nailed it down yet

i do not mind at all the kryptis are like not just a hive mind or blue and orange mentality. but i do agree that it is... disappointing that they don't have their own... let's say flavor of society. they're basically just humans but they look weird and live in a weird place. Nayos doesn't appear to be a realm literally made of dreams: it's just the name. the plot of this expansion was mostly like LWS3 but this time we're helping the guerilla rebels instead of fighting them.

idk how to feel about Peitha. it was really fun in the initial release when she was this weird voice in our head we weren't sure if we could trust her or not but she was the enemy of our enemy so she was our friend (for now). but like the demons, she wasn't... complex. she was a very normal stock character for this kind of story. maybe not as heroic or nice as most, but the true good ruler that things will be better if we put on the throne. she' snot bad, but like. she's a dime in a dozen character ultimately. she's the generic good guy we gotta put on the throne and eparch is the generic bad guy we gotta dethrone.

also it was really dicky of them to intentional try to sell the idea of expanded weapon proficiencies and the elite skill weapon unlock for all as like. being part of the base game. you know they worded it like it was part of the base game but you can't do it without SOTO. it's a little bit of a moot point, but it's frustrating.

and i don't know what to ultimately feel now that it's over. because it's over when it feels like it should be beginning. i feel like this episode should have ended with Eparch like... consuming the entirety of Nayos before fleeing deeper into the Mists and the beginning of the journey to find him and defeat him. the kingdom that Peitha wanted to save completely annihilated and the looming concern that much like Kralkatorrik he might become a multiverse destroying threat. i feel like The Midnight King shouldn't have ben the end of the conflict: it should have been the ending of Part 1 of the conflict. like...........

idk. if it was just meant to be this singular adventure: i think i would've liked the entire expansion up front and then an epilogue of WLB to put the final nails on the coffins, and also give time to flesh out everyone else in epilogue stuff and side stories too. but as much as i would've preferred that over this release schedule i feel like. this should have been Part 1. all of this should have been Part 1 of a Saga with this being our first battle against the Midnight King before we after a series of Wizard adventures, tracking him down, and growing stronger finally confront him.

you know there's always been, since GW2's launch, this complaint a lot of people have had with GW2. a lot of people feel like they're never really "the main character" like in GW1. i think at least part of this was rooted in how deeply unpopular Traehearne was in the initial release before they revoiced and rewrote like all of his dialogue. people felt like after the Order Arc that the Commander was kind of relegated to being the support for the actual protagonist. while i feel this opinion has died down since release, i've seen it a lot throughout the years too. a lot of people felt this way when we learned Aurene was basically crystal dragon jesus christ and we were her champion to set the world right. IBS was pretty clear from early on that this conflict would ultimately be resolved by Braham, the norn of prophecy: and it was. the Commander has a tendency to help other people reach their prophesized destinies while they themselves are a person born without particular grand destiny, just someone who was in the right place in the right time and went on to do truly spectacular things (there is a single dialogue in the Hall of Monuments that implies it might be possible the GW1 protagonist was reincarnated as the Commander, but this has never been touched on) and i've... actually come to like it. but this time.

i feel like this time was the only time i've felt it. like. we didn't need to be here. this could have even been Zojja's sidestory. Zojja's big chance to be the hero. we didn't really do that much beyond more of the heavy lifting. we barely did anything substantial beyond hitting things. hell, during the very last battle, we don't even get to speak to Eparch at all. Peitha does 100% of the talking. why was i here? i would've preferred watching like... a netflix cartoon special series about Zojja doing this. why was i here other than the fact i just sorta fell into it??? speaking of which, disappointed Zojja lost all relevance after the initial release. i really wish she was like, fighting by our side the entire time. maybe she doesn't become a Wizard until the very end after doubting it the whole time... like, she's an asura. she's an inventor and innovator. imagine her helping weaken Eparch using a groundbreaking new development in the Wizard's unchanging magic using asuran technology that destroys Eparch's seemingly invincible shield or something and opening the way for the Commander to finish him off.

idk.

i really felt like a side character this time. i didn't see a good reason the Commander is the one saving the day other than awkwardly falling into the plot, and i feel like it could've been resolved by others. and i feel like this could've been resolved by this being just the first part of a grand new adventure, and just like that fateful day over 12 years ago in-universe the Commander was just in the right place at the right time which lead to them saving the world once more. this time... idk. we didn't even get a chance to talk to Eparch. we're just called Wayfinder and Peitha's Champ and do some musclework. hell, we're not even really the Wizard's champion, they basically treat us as a glorified initiate.

idk... it's just. weird, y'know?

i had a lot of fun in the first release, not so much the rest. now i'm thinking of just... what could've been. anyone else feel the same?

(i was gonna go on a larger tangent but i'm tired so "do x events to advance the plot" fuck you fuck you fuck you i HATE this so much)

#guild wars #gw2 #gw2 spoilers #secrets of the obscure #soto spoilers #king of midnight #guild wars 2 #arenanet

[hollyhomburg]

Oh wow i thought mc just poisoned the don/beta but she did it. Was she eating poisoned treats at the end? Like was she trying to poison herself afterwards?

I need to go reread the beginning bc now im like is she more clever than previously thought. Like did she pick yoongi for safety?

she was eating the poision treats at the end in an attempt to poison herself! i honestly think her drive to keep living in that moment was like- so minimal, she just wanted to feel a little bit of something.

this is a really interesting question in particular, i think about it really often, but i think like initially- yes, the m/c did choose yoongi for safety. mostly because there were so few people she could interact with without geumjae hurting her for it at the time she met yoongi. it was litterally just moonbyul and hyejin- but i mean- we all know that relationship and how it functioned- so that wasn't exactly safe either. At the very least when she was seeking yoongi out it was with safety in mind. "i can be your friend without it being a threat to my safety."

however this very quickly changed once he started to talk about the pack and she started to realize "oh, he's actually a good person, not just a bad person pretending to be good," and then "i'm never going to have a love like he describes, but it's nice to hear him talk about his pack. i wish someone would love me that way, yoongi is such a good beta, he'd never go for me as damaged as i am"

i don't think she ever thought he even /could/ have feelings for her until he kissed her (wow how am i just realizing he kisses her in the same room she killed the don and beta in???? woooooh), and then of course once they're mated and kind of stuck with each other forever it gets a little bit more real and concrete and their feelings for each other have a foundation to stand on.

before then, i don't think yoongi was trying to save her so he could love her, i think he was just trying to save her because he thought his brother was treating a lovely soft person so violently and objected to it on a moral level. his own feelings of how attacted and how much he liked to be around her be damned.

After they were soulbonded they both realized "oh, we can actually have this" it's worth the refresher that they did not consumate their mating bond until several months after they'd bonded, after they'd moved into the house and had been living there like- i think it's along the 20's in terms of chapter- when you see that flash back of their first time.

i think before then- they hadn't really been so certain of their feelings, that it was a truly romantic love that they were feeling or just a product of their circumstances.

[what-shitfuckery-is-this-ew]

I remember when I was talking to someone about a book character (who shall remain nameless bc I don't want opinions on that character messing up my point), and I said "from an outside perspective they look like a murderer" and they told me that 'from an outside perspective' is a technique oppressors use to show the victims as the bad guys. And it's true. From an outside perspective the character I was talking about looked like the bad guy. But they were only defending themselves from people who tried to kill them.

You're absolutely right. Context is always going to be important because people don't live in a vacuum.

Sure Palestine may look like the villain, if you strip the context behind the HAMAS attack, the hostages, etc,

But if you remember that Hamas was an organisation made initially by Israel as a way to throw Palestinian political forces into dissaray and sow conflict, then what picture do you see?

If you remember that Palestine lives under occupation (with Israel controlling their food, water, electricity, medicine, etc) and has went through displacement and genocide since 1947, then what picture do you see?

If you remember that Zionism wasn't a religious creation, then what picture do you see? Sure Zionism is mentioned, but in Herbrew it's a different word from the one they use now. The Zionism we refer to is a nationalist movement founded by Theodor Herzl, and later continued by Ze'ev Jabotinsky, who wrote in his essay: "Zionism is a colonising adventure and it therefore stands or falls by the question of armed force. It is important to build, it is important to speak Hebrew, but, unfortunately, it is even more important to be able to shoot—or else I am through with playing at colonization". Sure Jewish people need a safe place to exist free from anti-semitism - but creating that space through colonisation and hurting other Semite groups will never be ok.

If you remember the racism that founded Israel and continues today, then what picture do you see? Do you not care of the Beta Jews who were forcibly sterilised or the Arab Jews who are treated as second class citizens?

If you remember that Media outlets are using pictures of Palestinian children as Israeli children, lying, using stereotypes and using fake ai generated images of beheaded children, what picture do you see? If you remember how Israelis refer to Palestinians as animals. If you rememeber that Israeli's watched with popcorn in their hands cheering at the IDF bombing Palestine, then what picture do you see?

If you remember that Hamas holds IDF soldiers hostage in order to free the Palestinian people, the children included hostage to Israel, both in open air prison and in jails without being told their 'crimes' then what picture do you see? If you're not willing to read the article the stats: 5200 Palestinians are in Israeli jails, including 33 women, 170 minors and more than 1200 placed under administrative detention.

If you remember that. if you remember the colonisation. Then you see a different picture. But how will you see that full picture without the media?

If you remember the genocide. if you remember the colonisation. Then you see a different picture. If you research youself, (because trust me when i say this is just a small amount of the horrors that Palestine is forced to endure), you will find what the media has hidden. The full picture.

FROM RIVER TO SEA PALESTINE WILL BE FREE

#Palestine #gaza #the amazing digital circus #israel #colonisation #racism #important #palestinian genocide #palestinians #gaza strip #hamas #israel hamas war #colonialization #genocide in gaza #free gaza #save gaza #free palestine 🇵🇸 #free palestine #🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸 #from river to sea Palestine will be free #long post #my post

[qxuiara]

PLAYTIME.CO DATABASE: BIGGER BODIES INITIATIVE CONCEPTS

Poppy Playtime: Assistant of Playtime.Co

Name: Poppy Playtime (Subject - 3514)

Creation Date: April 20, 2010

Gender: Female

Robot Type: Humanoid

Height: 3'7”

Mental Age: 18-20s

Status: Functioning Properly

“We could use a helper in the Facility. A helper that could be a jack-of-all-trades... What if I were to suggest a Prototype of our first toy ever to fill that role?”

BRIEF EXPLANATION

Poppy Playtime, or Poppy for short, was created for the sole purpose of helping around the facility of Playtime.Co, being involved with Factory and Orphanage work. Despite the toy itself being produced as the first toy in the company during the 1950s, she was the last robot to be created during 2010. She is however, a Prototype, a simple beta test that instead of being discarded, was used for a greater purpose as time went on. There have been more 'Poppies' that have been created in order to assist in the productivity of the Factory, but they are currently held inside of the Testing Chambers inside of the C.A.R.E Facilities and will be examined and programmed until further notice.

PERSONALITY AND FUNCTIONS

Similar to the toy she was based off, Poppy's social, polite, and cares a lot about her appearance, that is obviously displayed as she constantly changes uniforms almost everytime, much to the confusion of others everytime she's seen with a new outfit every hour. She loves helping out her co-workers, no matter how difficult or how simple the task may be, she's just happy to be or assistance to everyone! While she may be a friendly face around the Facility, she does show some sass and sarcasm towards her co-workers, human or robot. She's not one to tolerate messy places or unruly appearances which is one of the ways to tick her off out of irritation.

As she is a Helper throughout he entire Facility, she is able to assist workers with their jobs as long as they don't involve heavy-duty. Her large battery power allows her to work for days and even weeks, making her efficient in Morning and Night Shifts. Her ability to collect, transfer, and re-use data makes her a great guide for newbie employees who have recently started working in the company, even for experienced ones too thanks to her memory capacity. Despite all of this, she doesn't mind her job at all, unfortunately, she finds her job as a 'hobby' now.

FEATURES

Expanded Intercoms

Access to all communication within the Facility.

Hand Tazers

Both hands have been equipped with a tazer mechanic that allows the user to taze and paralyze someone for five minutes. If used on a robot, their systems will shut down for the same amount of time. (SECURITY AND DEFENSE MECHANISM)

Recording System

The user is able to record audios and visuals that can be distributed to other sections of the Facility.

Database Access

The user has access to information about the workers and robots within the Facility, as well as plans and future projects that Playtime.Co will initiate. This is however limited, as they are not able to access restricted data.

Waterproof

The only times Poppy has recorded something important was once, and it wasn't that serious either. Her record files contain silly videos or funny jokes said by her co-workers which she often plays to lighten up the mood during a bad shift.

Resistance to water. (WILL CAUSE HARM IF WATER ENTERS THE INTERIOR OF THE ROBOT)

Charging Station and Large Battery Power

The robot is able to perform their duties for days without having to worry about their battery, however, they will take longer to recharge depending on the battery that was used.

FUNFACTS

She prefers doing Factory Duty than Orphanage Duty.

She has the most uniform options, ranging up to 23 clothes.

Her makeup is self applied. The staff forgot to paint her face during creation. Though she doesn't mind it, as it gives her options to experience other styles.

She doesn't have any other hobbies aside from working, but if she had one, it would definitely be playing boardgames with others.

She has she never been damaged.. yet. She knows how to maintain safety and manage risks.

#poppy playtime #poppy #playtimeco sentience #bbi database

[heresathreebee]

Kurt Kunkle | Spree (2020) || Object Insertion // Phone Sex

Camboy AU/ Kurt Does OnlyFans Not Mass Murder AU; 2.6k words; NO BETA/ SELF-EDITED, Swearing, Established Female Dom(me)/ Male Sub Relationship, Mistress/Baby (Boy), Face Reveal For Views Plot, Awful Livechat Messages, Voyeurism Kink (especially strong for Kurt), Mommy kink, Degradation and Praise Kink, Male Mastubation and Edging, Anal Object Insertion (PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS IT IS DANGEROUS, ONLY USE CLEAN SEX-SAFE TOYS MADE FROM MATERIALS LIKE GLASS OR MEDICAL GRADE SILICONE, BE SAFE), Surprise Ending *wink, wink*

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Kurt is 101% sure that you planned this. 

It had taken him months of begging on his knees to get you to agree to a face reveal and finally let him introduce you to his subscribers, only for you to change your mind the day before– and after he tweeted the announcement, no less. 

You claimed (with an impish grin) that the privilege had been revoked due to the Excited Puppy incident. 

It wasn't fair! How was he supposed to just sit still and wait for your permission to come? Your pussy was too warm, too wet around his cock to not grind into. You have 10 times the subscribers he has even as his channel steadily grows and during your stream (where his face is hidden just off camera), there were so many people watching and commenting about how lucky he was to be with you. It just went to his head! 

And before he knew it, he was bucking and growling and spent, much to your amusement. 

And now he was going to do a late night, private stream without his linch pin. Total clickbait. The chat was going to be vicious tonight. 

'Don't worry baby, I won't leave you hanging ;),' you texted him back. 

After the initial stream greeting, Kurt acts a little extra goofy to mask his disappointment. Presenting the lube he's using like it's a new lipstick line in a makeup tutorial, turning on a self-made trap mix and dancing as he strips out of his clothes, continuing to dance fully naked and asking the chat how many times they think he's going to come tonight. Chat is busy with other things though… 

Username29394954o: Do you think he hired an actual pornstar for this stunt? 

Dickandballs69: I was promised TITS WHERE ARE MY TITTIES KURT

CummunistKumikaze: WHERE'S YOUR "GIRLFRIEND" KURT?! Fucking beta male!

Kurt sat heavily in his gaming chair and sighed, leaning forward on his knees like a gym teacher about to deliver some bad news. "Hey guys, glad you could be here tonight. Now, I know that I promised you'd finally get to see my girlfriend tonight, but uhm… something came up." 

His cheeks flamed red when your alternate domme handle and donation appeared. The text to speech read aloud: 

TheDirtyKirtie : Tell them what you did, you bad boy. 

Kurt swallowed hard and ignored the rush of comments calling him slurs and fake and loser. "I, uh, I was bad. I came without your permission– her permission! I didn't think she would… well I was hoping she would let it slide this time…" 

Another message and donation popped to make the text speech activate: 

TheDirtyKirtie : You can earn it back, if you can be a good boy and do exactly what I tell you. 

At that, Kurt straightened up immediately. Did you mean it? Were you giving him a second chance?! 

It's not like he was bad at subbing, he loved it when you were in control (you would say he was born to it). But… he did have a habit of misbehaving on purpose to get you to punish him– both on and off camera. Usually they came with a few warnings, tugging on his hair or making him pause until he was shaking with the effort (once you told him he couldn't continue until he went completely soft first and that just didn't happen). 

TheDirtyKirtie : Are you up for it, sweet thing?

Kurt nodded vigorously. He had to– for his stream. He bit his lip and waited for your first instruction. Chat was going wild, as per usual. 

TheDirtyKirtie : Let me see those hands, baby. Are you lubed up? 

Kurt shook his head. "No, mistress." 

TheDirtyKirtie : Good. Start slow for me, just your fingers on your shaft like always. 

Kurt hates this command. You do it on purpose to test his will power, and this one always leaves him frustrated and understimulated. He knows what you want to see and carefully avoids spreading around the stream of precum that has already begun to ooze out of his tip. He's so focused on doing it right that he doesn't see the chat. 

Mitochond-Rhianna: We can't see

WaxBabe420: Kurt, pull the camera down 

COCKGobbleGobbleGobbler: DUDE WE CAN'T SEE YOUR DICK. MISTRESS, PUNISH HIIIIMMMM

Some of his new subscribers have clearly crossed over from your channel. They sometimes have flowery or feminine usernames but are always a little kinder with their words– and are hoping to see more content of you.

There is, naturally, a rumor about you two.

Fueled by a collective confusion as to why such a popular personality as you regularly started recommending his cringy sfw channel @ kurtsworld96, and by extension his better received nsfw channel @ squirtsworld69, about a year ago. There was recorded footage of you two together during a few collaborations, but publically, you both denied being anything more than friends. 

The dots were easy to connect, but people weren’t quite ready to connect them (yet). How could two seemingly very different content creators have private nsfw channels with the same gimmick– opposite domme/sub kink and unknown partners(?). You and Kurt teased and teased and teased, but you were very careful not to give away the game too easily. Precise camera angle work or costumes kept your sub a mystery. Meanwhile on Kurt’s streams, you kept yourself just behind the lens of his camera (and once or twice gloved for a POV stream). 

And still you dangled the mystery above viewers' heads. Could an incel like Kurt really pull a baddie like you?! Even your mutual friend Bobby didn’t believe it and he was literally in on it and giving you two advice! Two nights after the aforementioned Excited Puppy incident, Bobby had dropped a video link in your influencer group chat titled "DommeMommy is dating Kurtworld96 AND I HAVE PROOF!" plus a laughing face emoji and a contemplation emoji. 

The two of you had watched it together and it included a side-by-side play of an older clip of Kurt masturbating (in accordance with your instructions from the chat) and one from your last stream– the sounds he makes when he comes almost identical in their tenor and whine. The comments on the video were 90% insults tearing the uploader apart and they got ratioed into the ground. Funny that, since they were actually correct. But nobody would believe a girl like you would fuck a 'loser' like Kurt (an opinion which you often have to console Kurt's pride about). 

TheDirtyKirtie : You're doing so well, baby. Let me see what you've done <3

Kurt takes a breath and stops the torturous and weak movement of his hand to finally realize nobody could see him. He stands up to show the stream his cock, standing proud and hard and flushing bright red. 

TheonGreyjoyFucks: Fuck, that's so hot

12TittiesTrollin: DUDE IS LITERALLY LEAKING HOLY FUCK

BullyMaguire02: GOTDAMN he needs to get laid fr nobody who gets pussy gets hard doing THAT

Everything rolls off his back when you reply: oh my sweet baby, you look so beautiful like that. It makes him blush harder and whimper pathetically. He just knows you are probably clenching your thighs right now, wherever you are. 

It's unusual for Kurt to go so long without talking– though he doesn't realize he was indeed making noises. As he adjusts his camera for a better angle, he talks to the chat and waits for your next command. 

"She's real, guys, really real, I promise. Super hot too, and you would know that if she was here." 

n00bsluvb00bs: Boooo your so fckn FAKE BRO

xXcodforlifeXx: I WOULD SAY ITS PROBS JUST HIS FRIEND BUT HE WOULD HAVE TO HAVE FRIENDS FOR THAT Lolololol

Kurt just knows you are seething with rage about the asshole comments. You had talked to him about getting mods but Kurt brushed it off– he couldn't afford to guard his chat like you could. He needed them (at least he thought he needed them). Mean comments and hate watching was still viewer engagement which he could never seem to get enough of… 

"What now, mistress?," Kurt pursed his lips and hoped you wouldn't make him wait. 

TheDirtyKirtie : Do you have something *fun* you can sit on? ;) 

“Uhh…” 

On camera, Kurt whips his head around left and right. He can’t remember if you left anything the last time you came over but he doubts he would find it anyways. You were always bugging him about being safe with shoving things inside him that weren’t made specifically for that purpose…

Kurt disappears from his desk and reenters frame with record speed. “Will this work, mistress?” 

Kurt waves a hairbrush that you forgot to take home with you. He flips it in his hand to show off the rounded, smooth handle and hopes you will say yes. Chat zooms by and the only thing he reads are a few viewers telling him to use the fat end (literally no way). 

TheDirtyKirtie : You know what that’s fine. Use a condom baby, and pick up the phone. I’m going to call you in a second ;)

Kurt’s head snaps up as soon as he hears the last part (and he snaps the condom while he is distracted, immediately going for another from his desk drawer). He smiles brightly. Hearing your voice was better than nothing at all. He finishes sheathing the brush handle just as his gummy bear ringtone goes off. 

He almost drops everything as he rushes to answer it and puts you on speaker phone. “Hi, mommy!”

Your mirthful voice makes him loopy and lovestruck all at once. “Hi, baby. Are you having fun yet?” 

Kurt nods his head though he’s not sure if you’re able to see the live feed right now. “Y-yes mistress. I-I really wish you were here with me, though… are you… are you driving?” 

Was he crazy, or did he hear a car honking? Chat seemed to confirm his suspicions as well. 

“I’m riding bitch in a Spree actually,” you answered. “The driver’s deaf… I think.” 

WaxBabe420: AM I CRAZY OR DOES SHE SOUND LIKE DommeMommy ??

12TittiesTrollin: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID ***** THERS NO FING WAY

Mitochond-Rhianna: YES IT IS YES IT IS FUCK YOU  @12TittiesTrollin IT’S TOTALLY HER @WaxBabe420

COCKGobbleGobbleGobbler: @TheDirtyKirtie are you or arent you my @DommeMommy PLS I NEED TO KNOW <3 <3

N00bsluvb00bs: show us your boooobs whor

CummunistKumikaze: pics or it didnt happen lolol

Kurt’s attention snapped back to the sound of your voice. “I think you know what you’re supposed to do with that, don’t you, baby boy?” 

Kurt licks his dry lips and settles the phone on the desk (your contact is too blurry to read from the resolution of the video and chat is furious about it). Propping his feet up on the desk, he adjusts his chair and spreads his legs, face turning red as he realizes just how exposed he is to (checking the current viewer count and…) 52,497 pairs of eyes, all waiting for him to obey your gentle commands. He presses the end of the handle to his fluttering hole and pushes in. 

“Mmm–” Kurt hums loudly and gasps, his knuckles turned white as he penetrates himself and takes the whole brush handle in one smooth motion. He hoped you knew that the reason he took it all so easy was a result of the pegging you gave him the night before– just the two of you, no streamers watching. “Fuck me… mommy…” 

Kurt whines so readily for you, and in return he can hear your breathless praise. “Very, very good baby. Fuck, that’s so hot.” 

Nothing else in the world mattered except your words. Everything else fell away as Kurt started thrusting the handle inside himself. This was for you– just you. His cock bobs and twitches between his spread legs and begs for your attention. Eyes drifting closed, Kurt hears the sound of donations, text-to-speech messages, and your polluted car audio as he fucks himself. 

xXcodforlifeXx: $1.00 ***

BullyMaguire02: $15.00 shouldve fckin listened to her youd be deep in youre FAKE GIRLFRIENDS cunt rn

Mitochond-Rhianna: $75.00 GOD I LUV THE WAY HE CALLS HER MOMMY, SO CUTE

TheonFreyjoyFucks: $5.00 thats fuckin NOTHING kurt USE YOUR FIST AND FUCK YOURSELF ALREADY

“Are you getting close, baby?” Kurt heard you get out of the car and imagined you adjusting your shirt collar. He nods – too heady to respond verbally– but you must be watching the stream because you instantly reply. “Don’t come yet, baby, just a little longer.” 

Kurt instantly whines and slows down. Please don’t make me finish hands free, please please please. Tears gather in the corner of his eyes and start to spill as he hears you panting. Were you touching yourself or running? 

Suddenly someone is knocking VERY LOUDLY on his bedroom door. Kurt screams and nearly falls out of his chair. His parents weren’t supposed to be home?! Bobby was already blocked from watching but he did know when the stream aired… did Kurt get doxxed?! The knock came again and that’s when Kurt noticed the echo from his phone… 

“Open the door, Kurt!” 

Were you… were you… 

…

You ended the phone call and exited the stream from your phone, fussing with your appearance and wishing you had not been delayed so long. Maybe you shouldn’t have lied to your boyfriend about your plans, but you were hoping this would make up for it. Maybe you scared him to death– what was taking so long to answer his door? 

You reach to try the handle again but the door is thrown open and you are snatched up into a bear hug. A very naked Kurt twirls around happily, making you dizzy and anxious about toppling to the floor. But then he dropped you back on your feet and dragged you into a bruising, passionate kiss. There was no mistaking the wet trails that transferred from his flushed cheeks to yours. 

“You’re actually here,” he whispered as he let you breathe, only for a second before he dove in for another kiss. “Holy fucking shit, you’re actually here!” 

Guilt racks your brain and you attempt to crush him in your arms. “I know baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry…” 

But Kurt just shook his wild, greasy hair and held you tighter. “Nothing else fucking matters now, babe, because you are actually here!” 

Kurt is pleased as punch to see you, and you pull away to look him in the eye and fight to reclaim your dominant character. “I’m happy to see you too, but I think we’ve still got a show to run, don’t we? I bet you’re ready to burst…” 

You both look down between your bodies in surprise. There’s white cum all over your shirt and his bare chest, his softening cock hanging limply at the apex of his thighs. So much for your plan then. 

“...uhm, ‘m sorry,” Kurt mumbles. 

“It’s okay, baby,” you tucked his hair back from his face to see his pretty eyes better. “I guess you really were happy to see me!” 

You pull Kurt forward by his hand and back into the stream, showing off the mess he made on you. You can see his proud, smug little face on the replay monitor and let him have it (he’s earned it now). You push him back in his chair and take your rightful place in his lap. 

“Mommy’s still a little excited from watching you play, Baby.” You tug the buttons on your top and catch Kurt’s attention, feeling him press his chest to your back and biting his bottom lip as he watches. “Does chat wanna take a poll on how baby’s gonna make me come?” 

Donations roll in hard and fast, the live scrolling by far too fast to read anything at all. You feel Kurt’s arms around your waist and his shy voice whispers near your ear. 

“Can I eat you out, mistress?” 

You look back at his pleading face over your shoulder. “I’ll put it at the top of the list!”

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This was very fun to write I was so worried I wouldnt be able to get it to work but I think it did. Kurt didn't need to kill he shouldve just done porn

#three bees writing #kinktober 2022 challenge #kurt kunkle smut #kurt kunkle x female reader #tppkinktober2022 #joe keery character fiction #black reader insert

[definesanity]

In The Subways of Your Mind

Or: The Two Secrets That She Shared

I.

For all the mysteries she had, the girl with the cassette player never told you her name.

Initially, she was called 'that smoker girl', then it was 'the girl with the cassette player', before finally 'Cassette Girl'.

You and her had a strange partnership; you were her beta, making sure her vocals stayed on point, and that each and every line had the proper feeling to it.

As you wrote down the song's name, 'Ukiyo', you paused.

"Say," you looked up from the paper and to who is, in a way, your boss. "Who do I write as the composer?"

"Ice?" an odd thing she has is, instead of saying, 'Eh' or 'Eto', she says 'Ice' whenever she's confused. As she looked at you, she took her cigarette from her lips. "Oh, I gotcha. 'Cas' will do."

"Your name is Cas?"

"Nah. My actual name is boring. And 'sides, I like the 'Cassette Girl' nickname."

And with that, she placed her cigarette back in her lips, letting smoke brew in front of her.

From this, you learnt her first 'secret': Her name. One of them, anyways.

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II.

Even when she wasn't too well known, Cas' was always seen with her cigarette.

She always seemed to keep it in her mouth, and became something of a calling card for her.

"Somethin' on your mind?" she never tried to be subtle; it's oddly enduring, in a way.

"Just thinking," you replied, looking at the city from the windows. From your office, you were on a high floor of The Spire in the City of Diianas. And with that, a gorgeous few of the Land of Forever Night. "If you don't mind me asking, how come you... you know?"

"Smoke?" she finished. A quirk of her lips came, mirth dancing amidst her eyes. "No real one. Started, and couldn't stop. If you want I can stop smoking in doors, if it annoys ya."

"Oh, no, it doesn't; I was just a little curious, is all."

"Mm." She hummed, starting to smoke again. "It's not too bad on me; just check it in, check it out."

#ryuusei's works #cassette girl #fnf #friday night funkin

[tiredandsleepyx]

Warnings To Heed

Sam receives an unexpected call during an early autumn evening.

Pairing(s): Sam Collins/Darlin', Fredrick/Bright Eyes?

Content: Major Character Death, Violence, Blood, Angst, No happy ending so, Hurt/No Comfort?, Threats of Violence, Basically an Entire Shitshow

[not beta read]

A/N: My third fic!! I'm so sorry for the writing hiatus I took when I promised more fics would come out. School kicked my ass more than I anticipated but I am back in action 🥳. I have a new series in progress for the wolf bois that I will probably release the first chapter for soon, so look out for it!!

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The late autumn weather had the wind whipping Sam's face as he stepped out of his house to take a stroll to the park. The last remnants of the sun remained bright but the canopy of trees surrounding his home filtered out any persistent rays of sunlight from reaching him. The walk to the park felt surprisingly short and his mate hadn't arrived yet so he waited by a couple of trees.

The silence was peaceful. Most families had gone home so the park was virtually empty, but the sounds of the crickets chirping and the last few birds making calls made the quiet feel safe.

It was his phone ringing that made Sam start suddenly, scaring off a few birds with it. Suddenly blaring in the quite tranquility, his ringtone had caught even him off guard and as he fished his phone out of his coat pocket, the caller ID surprised him even more.

Why was Fredrick's progeny calling him at 7:05 PM?

It wasn't shocking for them to call him because they were Fred's progeny, Sam basically acted as a maker to both of them since Fred was incapable. What was shocking was that they never called. Not him, not Fred, no one. Not a single vampire in the clan heard anything from them since their quick move as soon as they had gotten over their initial period of bloodlust.

The only person who they called was William, and that was only because he was the vampire king and probably wouldn't take no for an answer to take care of living arrangements once they mentioned their leave.

It didn't help that they resented his guts either he supposed.

He became a maker at a time that was difficult for him and he well understood that part of the reason that they grew so resentful of the clan and Frederick was due to him. If Sam had been better about seeing their perspective instead of catering solely to Fred's, maybe they would have stuck around longer. But the influence of Fred's emotions to his thoughts due to their progeny-maker relationship made him blind to their feelings. Sam had spent most of his life, human and vampire, considering himself a shitty person. But looking back, he had been an even shittier maker to them.

When he picked up the call, Sam became acutely aware that the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up and his senses were all on edge. He strained his ears to catch something from the call. Anything. The phone was so eerily silent that Sam had to check that he hadn't accidentally ended the call or pressed the wrong button.

Rustling. As if someone had grabbed the phone. The sudden laboured breathing coming from the call felt worse to Sam, who seconds ago had wished for any sign of noise or life.

He listened to the shallow breaths for a couple more seconds and felt his stomach drop everytime he heard a cough or wheeze in the mixture. The seconds felt like hours before the person on the phone finally said something to him. In a way it was comforting to hear their voice, but sam could feel the horror rise in his chest as he realized that it was in fact them, and how bad of situation they had to be in to call him.

"Sam...?"

It was more of a soft wheeze than his name but his heightened senses let him make it out. Sam could feel his heart seizing. He tried to remain calm but even he could stop the shake of his voice. How he prayed that they didn't hear his trembling.

"It's me, what's going on? Talk to me."

Sam replied gently, as if they had been close forever. It took a couple more wheezes before they spoke again.

"...tell Fred I'm sorry and-" they were cut off by a coughing fit. There was something different though, as if there was something to cough out of their system. He had been a medical student, he knew what was happening and he prayed it wasnt true. They were hacking blood, but why?

They started speaking into the phone again, their voice weaker than before yet more rushed, like they didn't have time.

"-tell him I never meant to ruin his life like I did and that i love him," they coughed.

Sam tried putting on his brave face, but hearing someone as snarky and temperamental as them begging him like their life depended on him had him terrified.

"What is going on right now? Are you hurt? Where are you?"

He held his breath not daring to make a sound in fear that he would miss something. Their voice was barely a whisper at this point and Sam had no clue what to do.

"...Im sorry to you too Sam, you didn't deserve how- god, he's back...Qui-"

The cutoff this time had nothing to do with a coughing fit. Someone had grabbed the phone from them and Sam strained his ears to make out the muffled speech he was hearing.

"I don't like it when my playthings make calls," the voice laughed and he heard the phone clatter to the ground. Sam knew that voice and he knew it all too well.

Quinn.

The next thing Sam heard on that call he would never forget no matter how much time passed. Their muffled sobs and screams as they cried and the rustling as if they were being tortured rang through his phone. Sam thought he was going to vomit. He wanted to scream. He wanted it to stop but he couldn't find his voice.

The screams ended with a sickening crack and the silence left behind had Sam in shock. It was only a couple seconds before someone picked up the phone again.

"Hello Sam Collins."

Sam could hear the sickeningly happy lilt of Quinn's voice and the kind of rage brewing in him had wanting to hunt the sadistic leech no matter where he went and put him down like a feral animal.

"It really is too bad about your grand- progeny. The solaire clan has been gaining and losing members so fast recently, it's hard to keep track of you all, no? You see, I like to keep my eyes on all of you. I'd suggest you stop working with the dogs to take me out. I don't take kindly to to the department coming after me," Quinn continued in his fake cheerful tone. Sam could hear the anger under the false pretenses. He felt his heartbeat quicken as he saw red.

"Listen here you sadistic fuc-"

"No Sam, you listen here. Call off the clan and the dogs, or i'll kill everyone you and anyone involved have ever cared about. That isn't a threat, it's a promise."

Sam could hear the gloating in Quinn's voice. He had won. Both of them knew it.

"Oh, and before you go Sam, how sweet of you to take in my old pup. Could you be a dear and deliver a message for me? Tell them that if they don't stop acting out, I'll be forced to put them down. And as delighted I am to have a conversation with you, there are places I need to be, so I'll take your leave Sam. You'd do well to heed my warnings."

The last thing Sam heard was the blood thrumming in his ears as the line clicked dead.

#redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redacted sam #redacted william #redacted darlin #redacted bright eyes #redacted frederick #redacted bright #redacted sam collins

[peachypede]

🎀 🌸 💞

for your top 2 favorite muses 😘

Ask meme is here

🎀—put a bow on it! a headcanon about an almost trademark accessory my muse wears, and why they wear it.

Aman

prosthetics cause he needs them (jk but definitely that's something he'd say to a question like this)

Religious mala necklace! I have headcanons about Sinnoh religion post diamond and pearl clan where it centers mostly on the sinnoh trio Arceus, Dialga, and Palkia. The necklace that Aman wears is worn by adult members who go through a coming of age ceremony of sorts (like a bar mitzvah) and promise to honor Dialga's time, make use of Palkia's space, and treat all of Arceus' creations well. He keeps it under his shirt most of the time.

Pecha

Her Pecha berry bag! She's very proud of it since she made it herself. It's also been like the constant accessory I've depicted her with since even her beta design. I just think it's super cute and I wish I had one myself!

🌸— picking flowers!  for a headcanon about a time my muse went out of their way to pick and then give someone flowers, who was it and why?

Aman

Hasn't picked flowers in the wild to give to someone ever since he was a little kid in sinnoh. It was cherry blossom season and he picked a couple petals from the ground that were pretty and put them on top of his mother's head and she smiled brightly at him. It's a precious memory for him.

Pecha

Used to pick flowers for her mom but her mom never liked them. Then she would pick flowers for her dad and he always liked them so she kept doing that. If it was a type of flower you can eat, like dandelions, he'd show Pecha how to eat them. (usually by popping them into his mouth immediately which made her scream then laugh)

Mostly, she picks flowers for herself. Either she brings them home to put in a little vase or she does the whole "they love me, they love me not" fortune with them.

💞— you stole my heart! for a romantic headcanon from my muses past, or even potentially from their present.

Aman

Actually hasn't had serious relationships? Mostly flings or pretend relationships on missions. Doesn't mean that he doesn't want a long term partner, though! He just has been busy with work...

Had a small thing with a fellow agent at one point, but it was unprofessional and could get them both fired so they cut it off. Closest thing to a serious relationship for Aman, though.

Pecha

Has had a couple of romantic relationships in her past other than the plentiful crushes she's had on various people from various regions. Her first real girlfriend was Katy (the bug type gym leader in Paldea) back when they both went to Naranja-Uva. They had a very lovey dovey, cute first relationship kind of love. They broke up because Pecha was going back to Unova and their goals just didn't match up. They still update each other on life every now and then.

Pecha went on different dates with different people for a while before she met Chandler. The guy was bad news but Pecha wasn't very good at spotting red flags. Initially, he was very loving and caring, but he turned sour when Pecha moved in with him. He believed firmly in Team Plasma rhetoric and pressured Pecha to release her Pokemon too. The anxiety and insecurity this cased for Pecha ended up making her fail at being a gym leader, which has been her life long dream. After a small, moral boosting talk with a depot agent on her way home, she decided to call things off.

#ask meme | rainbow pink #oc aman #oc pecha #aman's ended up smaller up pecha has the most relationship experience out of all my main ocs I think

[bellassims]

Anon again, EA did confirm early access is still okay. I sent that message during the first round when they did get rid of it, but they brought it back a bit later. Sorry for the confusion! (Also people who responded to that ask can not be jerks, I was just trying to look out for you :c you’re one of my faves so I was really worried! Do they not know that asks may not get answered right away??)

I saw some of the responses and did feel bad, I saw the update shortly after posting it which I think was a few hours after it was released or something, idk, timezones and I haven't been online much the past week, wasn't all great timing lol. I understand you were just looking out for me and I really appreciated it! I'm sure it goes both ways too - those responding also looking out for me because, at the time of posting, I was clueless lol.

For anyone wondering - not much if anything at all is going to change for me going forwards, and if you want to hear my ramblings under the cut:

I was initially quite worried when the statement was released originally, but at the same time I had plans for how to go forward. I've had a lot going on this week so It didn't feel right to post anything straight away and I would let the dust settle and have time to sit down and write something out.

Motivation and drive and energy has been something hard for me to get lately - dealing with burnout, lack of structure in my life, capitalism things, mental health things, etc etc. So just recently like 2 or 3 weeks ago I finally put together a kind of schedule/routine that has actually been working for me - they usually don't so I don't even bother anymore! But it is working, I'm motivated again, I'm going to be releasing more structured content on more of a schedule nowadays.

It's still not a solid release schedule, because I still need that flexibility in my life, but there will be releases twice a month - on the 5th (ish) and mid month, leaving room for either smaller content on the off weeks or some free time for me to just... enjoy things, or work on personal projects, that kind of thing.

In saying that, tonight's (5th) release is going to be delayed until tomorrow (6th), I had such a big day driving and moving furniture and I simply do not want to finish it up tonight haha

In terms of patreon - Content is released early to those who choose to support me financially, beta testing content before releasing to a wider audience, providing feedback, etc etc. And then as always 14 days that content is released to the public. No one is ever required to support me, I super duper appreciate it and you get some cool perks for it, but if you're just here for pretty content, that's cool too.

Like I said, this was going to be ramblings, this is just things that have been floating around in my mind the past few days, I've also forgotten a lot of what I was thinking about writing because I procrastinated it so much, but yeah! Questions are fine, but for now that's all I've got <3

#qanda

[cyhyr]

Summer of Whump - Forced to Watch

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: T

Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka

WC: ~870

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Tied up, creepy whumpers, choking, established relationship, forced to watch, rope burn, asphyxiation, abrupt ending, TBC?

A/N: I wrote this in one sitting, this morning, on my phone, so if there are errors or it doesn't make sense I'm very sorry. I'm going to be taking a week or so off from SoW to finish up my KKIR Reverse Bang fic, but once that's sent off to the beta I'll do my best to catch up! There's no lead-up to this whump, so the entire thing is behind the cut; stay safe y'all!

This is a combo for my Bad Things Happen Bingo Board square: hogtied. I'll be posting an updated version of my Bingo Board for y'all to send in requests and prompts soon enough, so keep an eye out for that if you're interested in making a request!

If you want to be added to the tag list, comment below or send me a message!!

Tagging for Summer of Whump: @atereal @summer-of-whump @stupidbadgers

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"At least we're still together," Kakashi murmurs, fidgeting in his bonds as he lay on his stomach next to Iruka. They're each tied up in such a way that their hands and ankles are bound together, forcing a deep stretch in the shoulders and thigh. It's not too bad, or it wouldn't be if their attackers hadn't also placed chakra repression seals between their shoulders.

Kakashi's as weak as a kitten, but no doubt just as fierce. Whatever these people plan to do, he'll fight back however he can.

Beside him, Iruka has relaxed into the bonds, breathing deeply and keeping his eyes closed gently. His mouth betrays him though, twisted in either pain or worry, and Kakashi's not sure which one he would prefer it to be.

"Iruka? Are you alright?"

Iruka opens his eyes and winces. "You didn't… hear them, as we were being brought in?"

Kakashi frowns, trying to remember, but he had been so focused on making sure that the people ushering Iruka along weren't hurting him that he honestly wasn't paying attention to much of anything else. That's what he gets for going on a mission with his boyfriend, though. And Sandaime had warned him not to do it, that doing so was a serious conflict of interest.

But still. The mission required seal script knowledge. And there aren't many Konoha ninja who claim seals as their proficiency. So, bringing Iruka along was a logical choice, really.

"They want information, Kakashi," Iruka says. "And they're prepared to do anything to us to get it."

"I won't—"

"Have a choice in the matter," Iruka finishes for him, snapping. "You're the ranking member of this squad, and I'll defer to you, but protocol states that information not be given out even under torture."

"Iruka. You will do whatever you need to do to stay safe," Kakashi says, a harsh whisper.

"And is that Kakashi, my captain, speaking; or Kakashi, my boyfriend?"

His heart stutters and flips. He… he can't answer that. 

Doesn't get a chance to.

The flap on the tent they're being held in opens, and three people stride inside. The largest among them comes to Kakashi and lifts him to his knees, his wrists and ankles still tied together, forcing a slight arch to his back. The woman seats herself on Iruka's back, crossing her legs and smirking at his groan and deepening breath. And the last one comes to stand in front of Kakashi and puts his hands in his pockets, slouching nonchalantly, and says, "Tell us about the Konoha patrol shift schedules, the Archive door codes, and where to find the—"

"No." Kakashi snarls. "You're better off just killing me now. Hatake Kakashi, jōnin, registration number 009720. I will not talk."

The man smirks and steps back to stand beside Iruka, nudging his cheek with his boot. Iruka initially winces, but gathers his wits and steadies himself. 

"Maybe not now. But you will."

The woman speaks up, running her fingers through Iruka's hair. "We've done enough research into Konoha shinobi to know how much you all value each other, and this one is so very pretty, don't you think so, Boss?"

Kakashi watches Iruka close his eyes, like he's already admitting defeat somehow, and he seethes, "If you touch him—"

"Oh don't worry about that," the Boss chuckles. "We're going to do so much more than touch. Daki-chan, would you like to start?"

The woman grins and purrs, "You know I would." She leans over and twists her fingers in Iruka's hair and asks, "Will you speak, pretty boy?"

Through gritted teeth, Iruka says, "Umino Iruka, chūnin, registration number 011850."

"Iruka—!"

"That's what I thought," she giggles, and drops his head back to the ground. She takes a length of rope from the Boss, and Kakashi watches in horror as she wraps it around his neck and pulls it tight, choking him roughly. All the while she sits on his upper back, pressing his shoulders into the ground while his arms and legs strain with the position of the tie. He thrashes as much as he can, but he's in no position to free himself.

And Kakashi can do nothing but watch as his face turns red, then purple, before Daki lets go and Iruka sucks in air with heaving, coughing breaths. There's already the barest beginnings of rope burn on his neck from his thrashing. 

The Boss takes a knee in front of him. "Ready to talk yet?"

Kakashi can hardly breathe, but he can see Iruka's hard eyes staring at him from around the Boss's shoulders. Iruka would never forgive him if he gave these people information, and besides that there's no guarantee that even if he did that they'd let them live. Better to just… wait it out and see if he can get them free. They'll have to tire eventually. 

It takes all of his willpower and training to keep his voice steady as he responds, "Hatake Kakashi, jōnin, registration number 009720."

The Boss just laughs. "Alright, alright. So you need some more convincing. Daki-chan, would you continue, please?" 

Daki nods and pulls on the rope, "Certainly."

Kakashi watches, waiting for the moment when he can get them out of this.

#summer of whump #summer of whump 11 #forced to watch #bad things happen bingo #hogtied #kakairu #Umino iruka #hatake kakashi #my writing