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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Reading I.R.I.S. it 100% tracks that Mav's kid would require an enormous amount of supervision, that kid has probably had that callsign since she could walk, and I bet 5 bucks that Ice or Slider gave it to her. Cause they dealt with the father you can bet that she's 10x worse!!

I.R.I.S // Jake Seresin Masterlist

Warnings: Jake Seresin x Younger!Female reader. Oral, male recipient.

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Absolutely! It would have been Ice. The callsign definitely originates from your childhood, I’m inclined to believe that it would have come about when you’d just started walking much like you anon. You would have been a chip off the old block. Which carries on into your young adult life and your current entanglement with a certain Lieutenant Commander.

“Fuck!” Jakes biting down on his fist as he guides your mouth up and down his length. He’s looking at himself in the free standing mirror that sits nestled in the corner of your room. “Ohh fuck yess—“ It’s the best head he’s ever received. Your lips? So plump and glossy. Your mouth? Warm and ever so inviting. Your tongue? Otherworldly and the way you take Jake down your throat so expertly had him weak in the fucking knees. “Iris, fuck you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Love sucking you off.” You pulled off Jake with a pop of your lips. Jerking him off with your hand as you licked up the vein that runs across the underside of Jake's heavy set cock. “I know I’m all you think about, at work.” You teased. “At home.” You moaned. “When you’re fucking other women, I know I’m all you think about, Jake.” You weren’t wrong, if anything you’d hit the nail on the head as you went back to sucking Jake off like your life depended on it. The thing you were wrong about though, was the fact Jake thought about you when he was with other women. Because since he tasted your desire? He hadn’t been with anyone else.

“Oh my god, I’m going to fucking hell—“

But the best part of all was that Jake was staring directly at a Polaroid of you that was stuck to your mirror, sitting on Maverick's lap. Matching aviators and all, smiling bright toothy grins. Like father, like daughter. It made him all the more ready to bust down your throat as you gagged around Jakes girth—you let him buck his hips to meet your mouth as he face fucked you. Watching the way his fingers disappeared into your hair as you kneeled before him in the mirror.

“Oh god oh god oh god—“ Jake was seconds away, he could feel his muscles tightening, his orgasm pooled at the base of his saliva coated cock as he pulled himself from your mouth. “Fuck! Open—“ You do with glee, looking up at Jake through wet lashes as he fist fucked himself to his high, coating your awaiting tounge. If he was going to hell for this he was gonna enjoy the elevator ride down.

It’s euphoric, the rush, the high. Jakes sighing as you rise to kiss him, tasting himself on your lips as his hands come down and around to cup your ass. Giving you a gentle squeeze.

“I’ll be out later.” You smile softly, Jake had come over for dinner with Bradley. He wasn’t used to having you at your dads house. But while you were in North Island, Mavericks' spare room turned temporarily humble abode was far more enticing than the dorms on base. “I’ll give you a head start.”

Jake had only just gotten to your dads. He was busting for a leak after Roosters Sunday afternoon grandma driving. That bloody Bronco of his couldn’t go any quicker than a few miles a minute. But as he made his way to the bathroom down the hall? You’d lured him into your room, like a damn venus fly trap. Seducing him with a wicked smile and your alluring eyes.

“I’m not gonna make it through this barbecue with you around, am I?” Jake asked, he knew he was in too deep.

“If you’re lucky I might even acknowledge your existence—“ You teased. Ever since you and Jake had started hooking up, you’d kept it on the down low. No feelings, just fucking. To put it simply you both got off on the fact you were both risking everything. You could be caught any second by anyone, especially giving head in your dads home. “See ya round Lieutenant Commander.” You winked before pulling away from Jake, opening your bedroom door to see if the coast was clear for Jake to slip out. Tucking himself back into his jeans, he did just that without so much as another word. Still trying to wrap his head around the fact Pete Maverick Mitchell’s daughter just blew him in his spare room.

In the first weeks of your training, you’d shown Jake nothing but the utmost respect when it came to the presentation and hops he led. You acted like there was nothing there besides a teacher/student relationship. But outside of the classroom? Oh how things were scandalous.

So after about an hour or so, you decide to grace everyone with your presence. Everyone being your dad, his best friends and your honorary uncles, Admiral Tom Iceman Kazanksy, and Ron Slider Kerner. Bradley Bradshaw, who was just as apart of the furniture as Ice was and the newest addition to Saturday night Barbecue brodown, was none other than Jacob Seresin.

With a beer in his hand and Rooster by his side, Jake watched as you sauntered out onto the back patio, boyfriend jeans on and a random sweatshirt you thought may have been one of Bradley’s from one of the many times he’d stayed the night on Mavs couch.

“Ah, there she is!” Slider beamed. “Iris, staying out of trouble I hope?” It had been a while since you’d seen uncle Slider, you know? With living across the country and all with your mum majority of the time.

“You know who’s daughter I am, right?” You laughed as you gave uncle Slider a side hug, it made Jake's balls tighten watching all these powerful, legendary men fawn over you—he was a deadman walking. He knew it.

Ice just handed you a beer as he greeted you from his place at the table. Noticing the somewhat bleak expression you wore, he thought if anything you’d be as chipper as ever. You know, officially being in the top One Percent.

“Well that’s not the glow of an arrogant fighter pilot?” Ice asked as you sat with a sigh, taking a sip of the beer you’d been given as you looked at Hangman and Rooster over your shoulder, sending Jake a sly wink before you turned your attention back to your uncle Ice.

“Oh god, the Mitchell arrogance was fucked out of me a years ago.” You snickered behind the lip of your beer, watching with pure delight as your comment made five grown men shiver and cringe at the image. All for different reasons.

“Jesus—“ Slider groaned, holding the bridge of his nose.

“Holy shit, you did not just say that.” Bradley splattered as he gasped for air, spitting his beer out onto the grass.

“Baby—“ Mav groaned in annoyance. “I love our man-to-man-talks but we need to set some boundaries here.” He pleaded, begged you even. “I can’t unhear that honey.” You just chuckled across from him.

“Good thing it was a metaphor then huh? meaning I ain’t nothin like you pops.” You grinned, shrugging your shoulders as you pressed your lips together. “Sorta—“ Jake just wanted to die, he could feel his heart beating out of his ass as Bradley stood next to him coughing up the sip of beer he’d tried to take that went down the wrong way at your openness.

“Good, because if I ever come face to face with any guy that thinks he can put his hands on you, I’ll rip his throat out.” Jake forgot how to breathe as he stood by just watching the interaction playing out before him. It was his job to watch the chicken skewers that were cooking on the grill. Turns out he wasn’t very good at that simple task.

“Can I get that in writing? You know? For the next time someone tries to hit on me at the Hard Deck? Or better yet, throw me your card dad and I’ll tattoo ‘Mavs little girl’ across my forehead.”

“Okay, enough—“ Pete stood, Ice just chuckled softly to himself as you turned to clink your beer with his. It was a common interest you both shared, pissing off your dad.

“Hangman, Rooster I dunno how you’re gonna put up with her over the next few weeks.” Slider added. “Make sure you keep an eye on her, she gets into all sorts of trouble if left unsupervised.” The pair just laughed, until Rooster was leading Jake away into the yard.

“Yeah, Hangman.” Rooster sent Jake an all knowing grin. A shit stirring kinda grin. “Better keep an eye on her, wouldn’t want her getting into any trouble?” It wasn’t a conversation loud enough for Mav to hear, but you could tell by the look on Jakes face that Bradley was giving him shit. “By the way, I saw you sneak into her room you sick freak—you are suicidal aren’t you!?” Rooster whisper-shouted.

“Listen here you son of a bitch.” Jake went to start defending himself, but he didn’t have a leg to stand on. You were the forbidden fruit he was addicted to. “I know! I know this is bad alright, but you gotta have my back man—or else I’m screwed.” Jake pleaded. “You heard Mav? He’s gonna slit my fucking throat!”

“He might scoop your balls out of your sack with a spoon while he’s at it too.” You added, making both Jake and Bradley jump and turn around to face you. Shock and panic flooding their system.

“Jesus Iris you’re gonna give me a heart attack!” Jake groaned. You just giggled innocently. It kinda turned you on to see him this frazzled, this out of sorts. Not so in control.

“You move like a goddamn Prius.“ Bradley added. “Nice sweatshirt by the way.”

“Thanks, I found it in the bottom of the drawer in my room.” You explained. “Couldn’t come out here wearing the shirt I was before, turns out deadman here has no aim.”

“IRIS!!” Jake groaned through gritted teeth.

“Oh my fucking god dude you’re so screwed.” Bradley had to fight off the hume creeping across his cheeks at the thought. “I’d start getting your affairs in order if I were you.” Bradley turned, heading back towards where Mav stood over Sliders shoulder, looking at something on his phone. You couldn't not take the opportunity to fuck with him.

“Hey Rooster? What exactly do you think Mavs gonna do when he finds out you knew your buddy here was taking advantage of his sweet, impressionable daughter?” You asked, watching as Jake grinned ear to fucking ear at Rooster, reveling the very second he realised he was in this too.

Fuck

“I’ll grab a shovel.” Jake sighed as Bradley turned the seven colours of bad shit at the fact he was going to go down in this as an unwilling accomplice. “We can dig our graves beside each other.”

“You need twenty four fucking seven supervision you know that you little brat.” Rooster hissed through gritted teeth. “This is such bull shit—“ Bradley groaned, shoving his shoulder against Jakes as he walked past. “Next time you spill a drink on someone ask for fucking ID.”

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purerae · 6 months

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Hii! I love your work!! Could you do a halloween party imagine with any of your characters? or all of them meeting our poor y/n, it'd make a cool crossover

Free form however you like!!!

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YANDERE!HAREM X FEM READER

HALLOWEEN PARTY // AU IMAGINE.

warnings ;; mostly crack, yandere behaviour, male yandere(s), female yandere, mentions of drinking, demon summoning (silas), mentions of blackmail (none to Y/N), alternate universe, not canon to anyone's plot.

a/n ;; Hi Anon! I know halloween is over but this is such a good idea i couldn’t miss out on it!! By the way, in each one of the yandere stories, Y/N has a slightly different personality. So I wasn't sure whether you wanted me to do multiple Y/N’s or just one. So I decided to combine the personalities into one. Good luck<3 (please let me know if there are any mistakes.)

CLICK HERE FOR MY MASTERLIST (intro to all the yanderes)

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Hopeless. You felt hopeless as your left arm was dragged around like a piece of meat by the girl no one swore to mess with

“Come on babe~! Wear the angel wings, we have to be matching!” Reina grits her teeth as she attempts to place the wings onto your unwilling back. The fire headed girl gives up with a scoff in her throat before walking over to your mirror and reapplying her dark red lipstick, adjusting the horns that perfectly matched with her crimson wavy hair.

How did she even get into Y/Ns house in the first place?

You remember pretty clearly. Today is the 31st of October. You were well aware that it was halloween and perfectly content with staying inside your humble abode. You’d buy a bunch of bulk cheap candy and scarf it down whilst watching some classic horror movies. Not enough to scare you, but to make you physically cringe.

That was the plan, Perfect right? There would be nothing to stop you from having a peaceful night of binge watching shitty films.

Apart from the three vastly different individuals who were all pining over you. Though they were complete opposites, they all had a way grinding your gears and irritating you to no end.

Reina, the delinquent who made your life as the school president 10x worse. She’d constantly hang around you during lunch and break, surrounded by her delinquent friends who’d make jokes you wouldn’t get but would laugh in fear of getting made fun of. Not to mention the lessons you’d have to miss in order to supervise her during the detentions she had purposely got. You think you spend more time with her then you spend eating the gross lunch your school provides.

Kieran, the playboy who suddenly switched up his entire role once he realised you weren’t interested in him like the others were. God, if only you pretended like you were. Maybe that would’ve stopped him from bothering you in all your science classes with his weird sexual jokes or flirty overbearing personality. Yeah he was a bit funny and maybe he sometimes made your day with his stupid jokes but that came crashing down once he would say his tenth pick up line to you all in one lesson.

And then there’s Alex, the jock who’s the captain of the football team, a tad bit stupid but still had the personality of the literal sun, which made him the most tolerable but still pretty overwhelming for your average dream life. He was the last one to pop up in your weird harem, he stuck around you like a lost puppy once he realised you didn’t like his team. “I’ll make sure you like me, no matter what!” — were his exact words.

These individuals had a very high reputation in school, most people liked them and often idolised them. So, why were they all vying for your attention? People would go to great lengths to be in your shoes, yet all you desired was to lead an ordinary student's life.

Your internal monologue was abruptly interrupted by the ringing of your phone, and you didn't even have a moment to guess who might be calling before the sound reached your ears (You would've had two guesses). -- In response, Reina let out an exasperated groan and struts over to you.

She confidently picks up your phone and shuts it off before snapping her fingers in your face.

“How have you still not put the wings on.. god what would you do without me!” If you didn’t know any better, from the tone of her voice you’d think she was annoyed. But in reality you noticed the glint in her eyes. She was genuinely pleased that she had gotten to help you. Happy that you had to ‘rely’ on her.

“Probably live a peaceful life” You murmur under your breath, not realising the close proximity of you two until she snaps her sharp eyes to your tired gaze.

"Excuse me?" The green-eyed girl arched her eyebrows, her lips forming a grimace of annoyance.

“I said I would probably live a very sad life.” You quickly defer, letting out a sigh of relief once she relaxes her eyebrows and shows you a soft smirk.

Reina grabs her bag and sprays perfume onto her body, walking over to your bedroom door before abruptly stopping, throwing her arms up. “Come on then! We can't be too fashionably late~” You curse whoever invented halloween parties, and trail behind her.

Just ten minutes into the party, and you were already contemplating grabbing that cowboy-clad stranger’s prop gun and pretending to shoot yourself with it. Music boomed against your ears, drawing out any coherent thought as the smoke from Reinas cigarette mingles in the air. It was as if your personal space ceased to exist, with the red haired girl's body pressing against yours, her presence enveloping you. The sensation became overwhelming, the close proximity sent shivers down your spine. You had no ability to escape, seeing as the delinquent had her friends form a tight circle around you both, acting as protective guards you didn't need or want. There was no room to escape for you, too intimidated to say a word.

“Hey Y/N!! Is that you?!” A loud voice shouted amidst the music, crowd and smoke. Reinas whole friend group snaps towards the noise, seeing who dared to interrupt the leader with her ‘beloved’. Despite Alex being faced with gnarly stares, all he could see was his cutie dressed like an angel. He settles his drink down on a nearby table, exchanges hurried farewells with his football teammates, and rushes his way towards you.

The tall friendly giant had no struggles breaking the circle you were trapped in. It was like the sun beaming past a bunch of angsty rain clouds, two things you usually dreaded. But in that moment, you found yourself silently praising the towering, 6 '6 human puppy as he enveloped you in a massive bear hug.

As he released you, his strong arms remained on your shoulders, and he beamed at you with eyes that formed crescent moon shapes.

He stuttered an apology for the sudden physical contact before staring at you up and down with his doe like eyes and a massive grin. “Wow…you look stunning, like a true angel. You’re my angel!” He giggles proudly because of the cheesy line he made. The jock completely disregards his earlier apology as he wraps you in another tight hug. You murmur a ‘thanks’ and lightly tap his back in return, your lips thinning with a hint of awkwardness as you look around and notice Reina's friend group staring at the two of you as though you'd just committed a crime. Alex's firm grip gradually loosens as he comes to a realisation, and he reluctantly lets you go, you notice his boyish grin turned into a pout. “I invited you to this party, I bought a whole matching outfit and everything! You told me you couldn't come!” The brown eyed male whines , his brows furrowing as his beady eyes bore into your soul. During this moment, you couldn't help scrutinise his Halloween costume.

‘Did he seriously just throw on his jersey with some fake blood around his neck..’ you pondered silently, shooting him a disapproving stare due to the minimal effort he had put into his outfit

Your initial expression of curiosity transformed into one of slight disgust when you realised that the intended matching costume was going to be ‘the jock and his cheerleader’

‘How original’ You thought sarcastically.

For the second time this night, your thoughts were interrupted, but this time it wasn't a ringing phone. It was Alex’s voice, laced with sadness whining in your ear. He pouts as he gazes down at you, gently poking your halo headband, waiting for your response.

“Basically what happ-”

Before you could even begin to explain that you had no intention of attending the party, regardless of who insisted, not until the delinquent showed up at your doorstep and mildly threatened you, your words were cut short. The moment was disrupted as she forcibly pushed the sulky jock away from you.

Despite her noticeable lack of height compared to the towering jock, Reinas attitude definitely made up for it.

‘Speak of the devil..metaphorically and quite literally.’ You snort at your own joke, before quickly composing yourself and directing your attention to the scene unfolding in front of you.

Alex and Reina, two people who couldn't be any more different but they were both madly in love with you. In school, you had always managed to avoid confrontations involving the both of them, but it appeared luck wasn't on your side tonight.

“Who do you think you are, barging into this conversation where no one invited you? Don't you have dumb shit to attend to? Like shotgunning a dozen beers?” the delinquent spoke with a withering glare, she grabbed your arm and forcefully pulled you away from him. The crowded party left little room to manoeuvre, so she practically made you turn your back on him to ensure you were separated.

Unfortunately for her, that allowed the charismatic loveable jock to shed his facade, and shoot her an uncharacteristically intense gaze. His eyes grew dark and his typically cheerful face contorted into a look of hatred and envy Though it only lasted for a second, anyone who would’ve seen it, the memory would linger in their thoughts for days.

Reina, being unlike anyone else, didn't perceive his gaze as a threat, but rather as a golden retriever attempting to imitate a wolf. She scoffed and protectively grabbed your hand.

"I'm pretty sure forcing Y/N to be surrounded by your..." The jock paused, glancing at each of Reina's friends, carefully choosing not to insult them, not out of fear, but out of respect with his beloved watching. ".. interesting group of friends might not be comfortable for her. Anyways, don't you guys have more fun plans, like commit vandalism?" He delivered with a cheerful tone, tilting his head to the side in a display of ‘adorable’ confusion.

While the male may come across as unintelligent there are some quirks to his character that reveal a different perspective. He possesses a unique knack for framing his words and expressing himself in a manner that radiates positivity.

‘He’s so stupid and oblivious , he doesn’t mean what he says!! He's just asking a question, he means no harm!’ — is what most people think.

But Reina, being a delinquent who often deals with various groups of people, can read him like a book. She knows he’s showing less than what he truly is. What he can truly become. And although she doesn’t give a shit about how he acts around others, she knows he’s interested in her Y/N — and that’s why he needs to stay away from her girl at all costs.

With Reinas anger level rising, she lets out an annoyed grunt before softly pushing you back, The delinquent puts one finger on the jocks chest.

You think for a second that you should probably step in, Not because you want to but because you have no idea who will win. Reina most definitely has a weapon in her bag somewhere and also her group of friends who would kill to protect her surround you three but Alex’s strength and height can cover that. Though from what you know the delinquent is a lot more aggressive than the ‘pacifist’ himbo so he may have a bit of a disadvantage.

Nonetheless, you decide not to intervene and just watch the two idiots fight it out. It's not your issue right? You didn't need any more attention than you already had coming to this party tonight.

As they both stare at each other, Reina opens her mouth to speak but gets cut off by someone tapping her back. One of her friends grabs her arm and she turns a whole 180 degrees, ready to scream at whoever is trying to hold her back. Her eyes are narrowed as she pushes the said friend away from her. “What the fuck is your issue, Thomas?!” You now learned who the guy's name was, Thomas. He was dressed as a pirate and barely flinched when Reina screamed at her. He must've been used to it. All he does is show her phone, and mutters “Look at who's calling you.” Reina’s angry expression turns into one of disbelief as she roughly grabs the phone away from his hands. She looks at Alex one last time with a scoff before she excused herself for a moment and engaged in a heated argument with the caller. You couldn't help but overhear snippets of their exchange — it was clear that Reina was being pressured to leave the party. She hung up, her face etched with reluctance, and then turned to you.

"Babe, I've got to go, I'll still be at the party. " she said, her tone uncharacteristically serious. "Just promise me you'll head home soon, okay?" Your face drops into a frown, though you didn't particularly like the aggressive delinquent, she was one of the only people you knew at this party.. Well except for the man who's staring at you with love struck eyes as of right now. Before you could say anything, Reina left your side, with the group of delinquents who followed. She didn't forget to barge into Alex as she was leaving, though it didn't really affect him — he was too focused on the fact that he was alone with you right now.

The overexcited jock happily grabs your arm and drags you around the whole house of the party, Although he was meant to be giving you a supposed ‘tour’; you noticed he was just staring deeply at your face whilst speaking. You came to the conclusion that he didn't really know what he was doing, he just wanted to impress you.

Amid the swirling costumes and pulsating music, You felt as if you were caught in a whirlwind. Every step you took was accompanied by Alex, who remained steadfastly close. The bulky man stayed close, like an overprotective guard dog, as you both navigated the crowd. Y/N couldn't help but feel suffocated by his constant presence. You desperately needed a moment of peace, a brief escape from his watchful eyes. You decide to ask him for a favour, of course he’d help you.

You finally mustered the courage to speak up, tugging at the edge of Alex's costume and turning to him with a gentle but tired smile. "Hey, Alex, do you mind getting me a drink? I could really use a break."

The jock beamed at you, happy that you trusted him enough to do something for you. ‘That must mean you like him right?! That's how it works!!’

"Of course, Y/N," he replied, his voice warm and reassuring. "I'll be right back with your drink. Just stay right here, okay?"

You nodded gratefully, allowing yourself a sigh of relief as Alex disappeared into the crowd, determined to fulfil your request. The distance that had separated them, albeit briefly, was a welcome change, and you could breathe a little easier.

Although he told you to stay where you were, you began to wander around and observe the revelry around you. People in all manner of costumes danced, drank, and got a little too comfortable with each other.

You let out a yelp as you open a door to a couple grinding on each other. Murmuring a dozen apologies, you leave the room flustered.

As you lose yourself in your thoughts and in the house, you notice a familiar white haired male approaching you, with a wide cheshire grin, Kieran; the host of the party.

The playboy moved through the crowd with an air of confidence and intrigue. He was dressed up as… a prisoner with handcuffs. Or as he’d probably say ‘a sexy prisoner.’ ‘Please don't come here, please don't come here, please don't come here.’ Is the phrase that repeatedly pops up in your head as you try to look at anything but him.

“Boo!” The playboy whispers in your ears as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. He then turns you around and ignores the pout on your face, Inspecting your outfit whilst biting his lips.

“Are you done eye-fucking me?” you sneered, crossing your arms as you tried to move slightly away from the playful male. "Oh man, you would've looked prettier as a princess~" he purred, his voice carrying a flirtatious undertone, his words accompanied by a roguish grin. You were clearly no stranger to Kieran's personality and annoying nickname for you. You roll your eyes and retort "Well I'd rather not deal with the whole 'damsel in distress' shit tonight," a hint of sarcasm laced in your response.

Kieran laughed, unbothered by your resistance. "Ooh but I'd have so much fun saving you princess~!” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But what made you change your mind coming to my party? I rang your phone like two hours ago and you didn't pick up.” He questions with a raised eyebrow, his sly smirk still displayed on his face before he laughs.

“Missed my face that much huh? Should’ just said! Would've came running to you.”

You couldn't be bothered to talk about how you were forced to come to this stupid party, and also not wanting to mention Reina because for some reason they both had some weird dislikement towards each other. “Just had a change of heart.” You say before turning around and attempting to walk away from Kieran, but again luck wasn't on your side as he grabs your arm and tuts. The dimly lit room with the midst of the crowd, made you focus on the playful man's eyes and you noticed a shine in his eyes whilst staring at you. Before you could tell him to let you go,he whispers closely to you, so close that you could faintly smell the alcohol and mint laced in his breath. “Hey this is my party y’know? Let me show you a more secluded area, perfect for an introvert like you~” He teases as he drags your arm downstairs, and into one of the rooms which he had to twist to unlock. You silently cuss the playboy as you notice his entire group of so-called friends in the room. LED lights which displayed red, multiple couples in the room doing God knows what.

As you both walk further into the room, Kieran, too busy dabbing up people who you never once saw in your life, You notice a pile of unlabeled drugs and drinks on the table that was in the centre of the room. Quickly looking away, you squint your eyes as you try to notice anyone that you’re familiar with. In the corner of the room, there's a girl wearing a red corset with red horns, matching yours. You notice her angry expression as she converses with the two people around her. It was Reina. She notices your gaze and her face slightly softens, As she approaches you, she notices your arm being held by Kieran. Her face returns to the expression of which you first saw in the room. The white haired male doesn't notice the vexed delinquent yet, and he stares at your face in confusion as he notices you watching something, following your line of view he finally sees the girl wearing the devil costume. “Oh hey! Didn't know I invited you to my party?” He says playfully, but you notice the snark in his voice. Reina seems to notice it too as her face contorts into one of jealousy. “You guys know each other?” She questions, her question directed towards mostly you. Your hands begin to sweat as you attempt to stutter out an excuse, but for the second time this night, the living sun in human form interrupts your conversation by walking into the room, except this time he didn't have a happy expression, it was evident that he was sulking.

Your eyes drift to his hands, noticing the drink in his hands that you had specifically asked for. ‘Shit..’ you think to yourself and for the first time you felt bad for the jock. You didn't mean to leave him for that long! It was more of Kierans fault for dragging you away. “I have your drink Y/N…” He says with wide eyes and pursed lips, clearly upset that you had just left him. With an apologetic gaze, you gently take the drink away from his grasp with a thank you, as you look away with a little guilt. “Oh my god, not this freak here again!” Reina scorns,disdain in her face as she stares at both Alex and Kieran, they stare back with disgust. The entire school year, these three constantly hung around you and you still managed to never make them interact whilst you were there, in fear of any of these bold characters causing a scene. But of course, the one day where you especially didn't want to see any of them, they all surround you possessively with jealousy tangled in their eyes. Could this night get any worse? -

It most definitely can. You managed to calm them down and now you're all sat in a circle, with random people you don't know. Kieran sat down next to you on the right, while Alex occupied the seat on the left, and Reina sat across from you, clearly not happy with the seating arrangements.

Whilst the room was filled with chatter, one of Kieran's friends mentioned a board game that you've never heard about that supposedly had the power to ‘summon demons.’

The suggestion hung in the air, Kieran laughed at the idea and laughed harder as he noticed the uncomfortable look in your face.

“Don't worry babe, i'll protect you~” He whispers in your ear, Reina notices you two conversing but can't hear what he told you, Her already green eyes appear even greener as she looks away enviously. The idea was met with hesitance, but with Kieran's playful persuasion, everyone reluctantly agreed to try it.

As the game commenced, Alex clutched onto your arm, his protectiveness reaching new heights. The friendly giants sends you a look of comfort. Reina, on the other hand, grew increasingly annoyed and impatient, wanting to leave this messed up party. Still, she begrudgingly stayed, unwilling to abandon her beloved in this situation.

The group followed the game's instructions, and to their shock, the room filled with an eerie energy. The lights began to flicker and in an instant it turned off, most of the room ran away screaming, not caring about the party anymore. Others began to laugh with interest and waited for what was going to happen next. a sinister figure formed in the centre of their makeshift circle. You freeze as you notice the demon (?), he is fucking terrifying but inspecting him closer the extremely tall thing is quite.. handsome?

A malevolent demon with smouldering eyes and a sinister grin, stood before everyone. Panic coursed through the room, and everyone, including yourself , scrambled to flee. As you attempted to escape, the demon swiftly locked the door, trapping you inside with Alex, Reina, and Kieran.

With a devilish chuckle, The demon introduced himself as Silas. The red faced man turned his attention to you. He took your chin in his hand, his touch chilling to the bone. His nails dug sharply into your skin. "You're prettier than the angels we have where I'm from" he hissed, his voice dripping with lust.

Your heart raced with fear and arousal as you looked into Silas's eyes, a shiver running down your spine. Alex and Reina attempted to interject, their voices laced with fear and anger, but Silas silenced them with a mere flick of his fingers, flooding their minds with endorphins that dulled their resistance. Kieran seemed to be less affected by whatever poison Silas had put out as he grabs Y/Ns arm towards his chest. “I don't know what the hell you are but she's mine, get in line” Kieran jokes, not scared of the situation at all. You send him the dirtiest look possible as Silas laughs mockingly at the playboys statement.

As the night wore on, and the party raged outside, Y/N, Alex, Reina, and Kieran were trapped with this demon who had an interest in you for some strange reason. Well, everyone in this room has some abnormal interest in you and it seems that you're quite literally trapped in a room with people who would do anything for you. Even if that means fighting a demon.

Desperation welled up in your body as you realised the dire situation that you were stuck in. "How am I supposed to leave now?" you whisper to yourself, noticing 4 gazes staring at you with different expressions but they all contained one thing, Lust.

Did Silas forget to mention that he was a succubus?

purerae<3

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gar6agef1r3 · 2 years

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Can I have a morning smut with y/n and Austin/Elvis where someone walks in on them. Austin/Elvis just pauses with his dick still inside y/n because they are completely covered by the duvet (or so he thought it was safe). And the person that walked in doesn’t even realize they where having sex so they rip the covers off saying “it’s time to get up” but then it is obvious Austin/Elvis has his dick in y/n and it is super awkward maybe he pulls out in a sort of just accidental reflex to the situation but this only makes it 10x more awkward as he has just reached his climax

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Being woken up to Elvis pressing against you always feels like heaven. While he has places to be he always makes time to make you feel good. With that being said being on a tight schedule has it’s repercussions and your intimate moment gets interrupted.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ NSFW content! MINORS DNI! morning sex, pet names, fingering, cream pie, being walking in on, elvis being fucking filthy, stretching you out, extra stuffed, making you cry. Good god this is god damn filthy and it makes me wanna scream. I enjoyed writing this more then I thought.

You inhaled deeply when you felt his arms around you. Your backside pressed firmly against him while he pulled you in closer, his head resting in the crook of your neck. With sleep still corroding your brain, it took you a few moments to realize his bulge pushing into your butt. “Mmm good morning to you, too.” your voice was groggy as your hands reached up to grip his arms. “Mornin’.” his rough voice whispered against your skin. Feeling his plump lips against your neck caused goosebumps to raise as you arched your back enough to slightly grind against him.

Elvis held you tighter, feeling the way you reacted to his touch. “Elvis honey you’ve got to be up soon. I don’t know how much time we have.” you craned your head as the wet kisses moved down to your shoulder nipping at the skin as he went. “We have enough.” you could feel the shit-eating grin that adorned his lips as he spoke. His grip loosened around you one hand sliding down your body brushing against the hem of your panties. You shuddered, wiggling your hips more against him as his fingertips pushed the thin fabric down until he was cupping your cunt.

His hand was cool against your warm skin, your lips parting as his fingers dipped between your folds slicking with your arousal. “I’ve barely even touched you darlin’. Do you need me that badly?” his butter voice made you clench as his index finger rubbed against your clit. Your right hand reached up behind you resting in his dark hair gripping at it slightly, “You know what you do to me, Elvis.”

A deep chuckle left his chest, his fingers pressed against your entrance pulsing as it begged for him. Pushing more he pushed his middle finger in deep curling to push against that spot that made your toes curl. You let out a sweet song-like moan arching you back more as he ground into you. Slowly he pushed in a second finger pumping them into you very easy like to stretch you out. After a moment he removed his finger bringing them to your mouth. You opened so submissively sucking you wet from them, your tongue swirling gingerly around his fingertips.

With what little time you had, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he slid his boxers down pushing his erection between your thighs. You giggled squeezing them together around his length as he thrust into them to amuse you. Turning your head you pulled him in close kissing him feverishly. While he returned the kiss his right hand gripped your waist pulling them back making your arched back even more. Working quickly he pulled your underwear aside.

Your teeth caught his bottom lip as his dick pushed between the folds of your pussy. He rubbed the tip against your clit causing you to groan with need. His tip pressed against your hole ready for him, “Look at you, suckin’ me in and I’ve hardly done anythin’.” blush painted your soft pale cheeks at his words before he pushed into you.

He was slow and gentle, the sting from the stretch making your eyes water slightly. “Oh god~… mmm how’re you so tight, mama?” he buried himself deep inside you, making you gasp as he pushed even further, dipping hard against your pleasure pool. “Suckin’ me in so good…” he shuddered as he gave you a moment to adjust to his size. Fluttering your eyes open you looked at him, seeing him beam at you watching to make sure you were alright. Slowly he pulled his hips back until just the head was inside before he slowly pushed back into you until your hips were flush with his.

Rolling over and over agonizingly slow, his right hand dipped to your aching clit. It begged for his touch and he knew it, gently tapping it with his middle and ring finger just to get you pent. “Mm baby, I need you,” you begged. He chuckled into your ear nipping at your ear lobe, “What do you need me to do, mama?” he tempted, wanting to hear you say it.

“Fuck me Elvis, please fuck me hard.” you pleaded. His pace quickened, as did his hand finally pressed into your clit rubbing the extra sensitive bundle of nerves. His hips slam against your ass with every thrust. Your toes curled as he went on and just as the pleasure was getting higher a white strike of pain flashed across your closed eyes. You winced hissing at the two fingers he had pushed into your cunt stretching you out further. “Ah fuck that hurts…” you whined out gripping around him tighter.

“Good girl. You can take it. You’re already doin’ so well.” his voice did little to soothe you as tears pricked in your eyes slowly spilling over down your cheeks. Gently he curled his fingers fucking into you faster as you let out a sob. “Shh, shh buttercup it’s okay. You’re already adjustin’.” Elvis placed gentle kisses on your cheek as he slowed up a bit. The pain soon melted into that warm filthy feeling, your cunt dripping with arousal around him.

You opened your eyes to look at him biting on your bottom lip hard as he picked his pace up once more pumping his fingers with each thrust of his hips. “Gah! Fuck!” you yelled, your hands tightly gripping his forearm. Your fingernails dug into his skin as his knuckles pushed against your pussy. A ring in your ears swallowed up your hearing as your vision got fuzzy around the edges, your climax hitting you like a truck.

Your body convulsed squeezing around his dick and fingers while he fucked you through your orgasm. “Oh god… hah yeah baby you like that?” you could feel his rhythm falter as he pushed as far into you as he could. Feeling the throb of his dick followed by a full warm feeling caused your skin to break out in goosebumps.

Though right as it happened the room door swung open. The Colonel walked through the frame fuming. “Elvis I told you, you had to be up 15 minutes ago. We can not be late for this rehearsal!” he yelled walking over to the bed the two of you were in and ripping the bedding from your naked bodies. You stared at him in horror, unable to speak as he quickly turned his head, closing his eyes. Elvis was still stuffed into you, fingers and all as his cum leaked out around them.

You were beet red as you moaned loudly from Elvis quickly pulling himself from you, the emptiness making you shiver. “What the hell happen’ to knockin’?!” He said angrily as he shuffled up his boxers. The other man turned walking towards the door pausing before his exit. “Just be downstairs in five minutes…” he said hurriedly before rushing away. You turned to look at your partner horribly embarrassed that you got caught. Once your eyes locked with his there was nothing you both could do but laugh. There was never a time after that, that there wasn’t a knock before someone walked through the door.

#elvis smut #elvis fic #elvis x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #elvis presley #austin butler smut

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fleurgrden · 1 year

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚“ for you ”˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

~ Leon S. Kennedy x f!reader

warnings: handjobs, clothed grinding, Leon is on the receiving end of it all, desperate Leon, overstimulation, p in v, squirting, edging, creampie, pet names: good boy, sweet girl

synopsis: Leon’s getting some healing from his gf <3

i love the idea of healing a physically or emotionally injured man so some of these are purely self indulgent hehe (oh AND submissive dominance… being so horny that your body takes over.. UGH)

you never knew something could be so breathtakingly beautiful until you saw the writhing in ecstasy of a strong, muscular man- capable of anything with his two bare hands- right underneath you. knowing you’re the only thing in the world giving him this much pleasure, and all he can think about is you. how his gasps, laced with honey, hitched whenever you hit that one vein that made him forget any trauma he may have. how even through all of the pressure you apply with your gentle hands, still has the ability to whimper sweet nothings into your ear.. “..your h- your hand is so soft..” “you’re so pretty..” “i want to make you feel good too..” just like the gentleman he is.. always wanting to make you feel good as well, even when this is for him. to make him feel good.. to make him feel happy.. to make him feel safe.

“i know.. but this is for you.” you let go, allowing your hand to travel to different places, feeling all of the scars that littered his hardened body, showing all of the effort he’s put in to keep others safe.

“mmm.. okay..” he sighed a shaking breath; trying so hard not to give in too quick. he wanted- no, he needed to last longer. he never wanted this treatment to end.

“good boy.” you climbed up and straddled his waist, instantly making contact with his twitching cock. his whole body fell limp, he no longer worried about danger or doing the right thing, he was just focused on the present, how your hips gently sat on his length, grinding slowly. it felt heavenly. just by his face, you could see he finally found peace, even with all of his trauma and scars.

“go faster..” his calloused hands gripped your thighs, hungry for more friction. you stopped your movements, knowing far too well that anything that you do wouldn’t amount to the pleasure that he needed.. so you let him do everything he wanted.

his hips knew that as well. he started grinding his exposed cock on your panty-covered cunt, relishing in the fact it was a soft cotton. it wasn’t a fast pace at first, but as his need grew, so did his pace.

he pumped a few hard thrusts up to your weeping core, and that’s when he really let loose. his thrusts became frantic. like this was the only thing he could even dream to think about, like this was all he ever needed to live. his whole body and mind melted into you, and even though you werent truly connected by body in this moment, your souls were. his moans and breaths were loud, louder than you’ve ever heard come out from him. they were powerful and primal, yet his face contorted and his body shivered so cutely.

you could feel the precum soaking the fabric of your panties. you knew it made everything feel 10x better for him, and it’s all by himself. using his own body fluids to make himself feel so good.. good enough that his moans and grunts grew more and more frequent. it was only a matter of time until the knot to everything he felt came undone.

momentarily, you lifted your hips; allowing you a little room to pull your panties down under the fat of your ass. “are you close, Leon..?” the tease in your tone drove him wild, his composure and shame were long gone at this point, until all that was left was a man leaking in pleasure and sin.

“yeah.. i really wanna do it inside. ah.. can i..?”

“anything you want.” gripping the base in case he was far too sensitive to even dive in, you shoved his cock straight into your cunt, no preparing or anything, raw and powerful- just like he was. as soon as you made contact Leon’s body stiffened, not moving an inch in order to not cum right away. while you still had your hand gripping the base of his cock, he had been edged way too long to not come soon.

“i..i won’t come.” the magical display he allowed you to feast upon was deadly. his breathing, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets, his sweat drenched face and the light blush that was airbrushed across his cheeks.. “ugh.. please move. sweet girl, i need it.”

those demanding words sent you over the edge, this whole time you managed to keep composure; knowing this was all for your hardworking boyfriend.. but now? all of that was heightened to an extreme. you need to make him come.

you let go of the hand that was gripping him at the base, and instead went lower and cupped his balls, massaging and lightly pulling on them once and a while. all while you were doing this, your pace on his cock was a maddening mess. it was quick, never leaving the middle of the shaft. instead of bouncing, it was more of a fast grind; which he loved. his head hit the pillows behind him, completely relaxing as this strong pleasure built within his stomach, fully tasting it all with his senses fully aware. he felt every clench of your core, he felt every shared liquid drip down his shaft and onto the bed below you, he felt every jiggle of your ass as it hit his thigh when you moved, and he felt good. he’s never felt better. hands going back to grip your hips, he started bouncing you up and down as if you were some cheap sex toy, only focusing on one thing and one thing only: him coming. that’s all he wanted, and that’s all you wanted.

“i’m gonna come. i’m gonna come in you. you’ll let me, yeah?” tone dominant in nature easily overridden with whimpers in between every word spoken- it was like the worlds greatest melody. the slap of his hips were getting sloppy, enough for you to understand he’s close to coming; really close to coming. that was enough for you to finally let go, rapidly abusing your clit in order to do it with him, and you were just in time. as soon as you clenched from your release, he was up next; moaning a guttural groan too loud for comfort, which he’ll probably regret the next morning. but he didn’t care, it was pure bliss. it felt like every inch on the bottom half of his body melted.

yet, you weren’t satisfied. you wanted to see him writhe just a little more. with a hard clench you quickly got back to grinding on him once again, and his eyes rolled back to the overstimulation his cock was drowning in.

“i just came.. it’s sensitive-”

“i know.”

he gave you a puzzled look but soon gave up, falling back into the pleasure. it was raw. it hurt. it hurt so much, but it hurt so good. every time the slit of his tip made contact with your cunt, his whole body twitched. huh.

“hold on.” with a pop, you got off his hips and gripped the base of his cock again. this time you laid the palm of your hand directly on the puffy tip.

“..wait-“ desperately, he went to grab your hand- knowing exactly what you were going to do, but it was too late.. as if it were your own clit, your hand lubed with the precum already dribbling from his sensitivity, you started rubbing your palm over the slit. his body instinctively sat up, but he never once tried to stop you. your pace was far quicker than what you could’ve done with your hips, which drove him over the edge once again. without any warning- except for a muffled scream from his hands, his cock squirted every pent up drop of cum it had.

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this was originally supposed to be a drabble but i completely got lost in this and now it’s super long haha,

i didn’t know how to end it because it wasn’t supposed to be this long, so sorry if it’s bad! this was my first time writing smut ^^;

#x reader #smut #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #re4 remake #re4 leon

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bramblesthatcat · 19 days

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i know im not a steven universe blog but youtube knows i used to be a mentally ill middle schooler so i got recommended a bunch of SU songs and now i've binged the show again + movie + future and idk here r some of my SU opinions/hc bc fuck it why not.

opinions/thoughts

i totally think the Diamonds were redeemed way too quickly, and rewatching season 5 made me realize how god awful the pacing of that season was. they really needed a season 6 or like, split 5 in half idfk

obviously theres a difference between redemption and forgiveness, but I really wish that SU:F focused on that more bc it would've been a great internal conflict for steven but we only get like an 11 minute episode based on it (and yeah u could say that steven having mommy issues in Future is basically that but imo mommy issues r different than diamond issues)

pearl has the patience of a saint bc if my magical girl literal goddess of a gf/situationship left me for the 90's equivalent of a soundcloud rapper id never stop raging (yes this is partially a copypasta of that one tweet but they hit the nail on the head fr)

rewatching the series i love pearl so much i really see my younger self in her, especially w/ how autistic coded she is in regards to her feelings/emotions

i love seeing the different classic manga/anime artist styles reflected in each of the diamonds, like pinks design is so sailor moon vibes

steven shouldve flipped his shit before Future like, at least 6 times

headcannons/silly lil ideas

i like to think after SU:F and he's had time to heal, steven tries to connect with the diamonds and not run from/suppress that part of his family, like he's not gonna be 100% w/ them but he tries to at least accept it

steven also connects with greg's side of the family! idk I like to imagine he spends a lot of holidays with them to catch up on all the ones he missed

steven spends his summers in beach city and every other part of the year he dedicates to travel (idk he never seemed the type to settle down anywhere for long, and i fw the wandering nomad type)

steven grows his hair out as he gets older, like young-greg length (long haired men > literally any other hairstyle), despite the length it stays curly

once steven begins to accept/cope w/ being part diamond, he lets his hair go pink (either by dyeing it or magic, take ur pick) with the mentality of "im reclaiming this color from my mommy issues, also i look cool af" (this hc is mainly based off of how I like steven's pink hair in Future. style was first, lore was second lol)

post-Future steven is 1000% more willing to throw hands and lose his shit but in like a coping way bc he knows if he keeps it pent up it'll be 10x worse

steven definitely starts one of those van life style tiktok accounts and has a bunch of cats as his van pets

#steven universe #steven universe future #steven universe headcanon #my two cents on the show + my hc #pink diamond #blue diamond #yellow diamond #white diamond #pearl steven universe #my middle school hyperfixation has come back to haunt me

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caashmoneynae · 5 months

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OTHERSIDE OF THE GAME.

JOEY BADA$$ AS UNIQUE FROM "RAISING KANAN" x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Cyrenae is afraid that one day Unique will either be arrested or will no longer come home due to the life he lives. little does she know, her biggest fear is about to come true… ✨

❦

𝗖𝗬𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗘 scrubbed the dirty dishes in the soapy dishwater as she looked up from the sink and stared out the window in front of her, beginning to dissociate while her bottom lip absentmindedly made its way into her mouth.

(A/N: pronounced 'SIGH•RUH•NAY')

she knew being married to someone who was involved in the dope game wasn't easy, but her anxiety was starting to get the best of her the past few days. the streets seemed more tense than usual and Cyrenae's intuition immediately knew something wasn't right, but Unique hardly ever told her anything because he didn't want to worry her. despite this, she was always still worried, especially about him and his safety.

she was afraid that one night she'd get that one phone call that Unique had either been murdered or arrested, and either situation would make break her heart. whether it was to the streets or the jailhouse, Cyrenae was scared of losing him. she loved him too much to lose him, and them having a set of 3-year-old twins — one boy and one girl — didn't help her anxiety at all.

❝ WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? WORK AIN'T HONEST BUT IT PAYS THE BILLS. ❞

Cyrenae knew Unique was far too deep in the game to give up on it now, but she prayed for him every time he went out, practically begging God to let her husband come back home in one piece. she couldn't bare the pain of being a widow, but she definitely couldn't stand the thought of their children losing their father.

how would she explain to them what happened to their dad? how could she go to the funeral and face his casket? how would their lives go on with that missing piece of their family tree?

it was too much to think about at once, and Cyrenae hated having these thoughts because she didn't want to speak them into existence. plus, she hated to think about them, so she constantly pushed them to the back of her mind until they eventually crept back up to the front 10x stronger than before, and then she'd have no choice but to deal with them.

she just hoped that nothing bad would happen to her or her family, but because of the life Unique lived, it was practically inevitable.

❝ WHAT WE GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? GAVE ME THE LIFE THAT I CAME TO LIVE. ❞

"yo, mama! where you at?" the sound of Unique's voice knocked Cyrenae out of her deep thoughts and she softly cleared her throat as she let go of her bottom lip and looked down at the sink, resuming washing the dishes while the sound of the door shutting and locking filled her eardrums.

glancing over at the clock on the microwave, it read '11:58 P.M.' in blue writing and Cyrenae let out a soft sigh in relief that he had come home safely yet again, silently thanking God under her breath before parting her lips to respond to her lover.

"i'm in the kitchen, baby," Cyrenae responded, her voice softer than normal, as she rinsed off the suds from the dish she had been scrubbing for the past few minutes and sat it in the dish rack so it'd air-dry, her ears pricking up at hearing the sound of his boots come closer to where she was while she stuck her hands back into the sink and reached for the last plate, "i put your plate in the microwave 'cause i didn't know what time you'd be home. i cooked pasta."

"why you sound like that?" Unique asked, his brows slightly furrowing at the difference in how her voice would usually sound, as Cyrenae kept her back towards her husband and scrubbed the dish in her hands, "baby, what's wrong?"

❝ DO I REALLY... WANT MY BABY? ❞

"nothin', 'Deem." Cyrenae fibbed, shaking her head, as her honey blonde mid-back length cornrows shifted with the movement of her head and she heard more footsteps before feeling a hand rest on the right side of her hip, causing her body to tingle yet relax at the same time.

"you know i can tell when you lyin' to me, Cy'. be real wit' me, shorty." Unique assured softly, looking down at her, as Cyrenae let out a low sigh and rinsed the suds off the last dish before sitting it in the dish rack, removing the stopper in the drain and letting out the dirty water in the sink.

"i'm scared, Kadeem." Cyrenae mumbled, yet Unique heard her loud and clear, as she turned the faucet on and rinsed the sink clear of leftover soap suds before squirting some soap into her hands and rubbing them together so she could wash them.

"scared of what? don't tell me Raq' and her brothers approached you on some weird shit again, Cy'—"

the word "again" left Unique's lips because Raquel and her brothers had tried to intimidate Cyrenae when they saw her at the grocery store last week. Marvin didn't say a word and Lou really didn't say much, but Raquel was practically threatening Cyrenae as if she was apart of the tension between the two, which was extremely far from the truth because Unique refused to let Cyrenae be involved in his drug operation.

Cyrenae knew being his wife would create tension between his enemies and she was okay with that, but Raquel threatening her over something that didn't even have shit to do with her made her angry. she had two kids at home, what would she look like fighting her husband's battles?

the thing is though, out of their whole family, it seemed as if Raquel was the only one who had a serious problem with her. her brothers didn't really pay attention to her — apart from Marvin flirting with her on occasions, Kanan and Famous talked to her whenever they saw her out, and Jukebox — aka Laverne — was practically her best friend.

though there was a semi-large age gap between the two — Juke being 17 and Cyrenae being 24 — they were as close as sisters. Cyrenae knew her before she met Unique, so when Cyrenae brought him up to Laverne's attention, she didn't bash her for it. she explained her family's feud with him to her and told her "you don't got nothin' to do wit' that tho', so i think you should go for it", which made Cyrenae respect her more than she already did.

unlike Kanan, Juke kept herself out of her aunt's business anyway, so she couldn't care less if Cyrenae dated him. as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered to her.

as for Raquel... that was a different story. Cyrenae didn't even know how she found out about her and Unique, but ever since she found out it was like she was trying to drag her into their drama, and Cyrenae nor Unique was going for it. even Lou told her she was wrong for it because Cyrenae didn't do anything wrong, but she completely disregarded what he had to say, claiming that the woman was a "bigger threat" and could be "plotting with Unique" to take down her business.

the constant disrespect Cyrenae took from Raquel made her realize that there was a high chance she could be attracted to Unique and that's why she was acting the way she was, but there wasn't any proof to back up her claim apart from how cruel she was to his wife. there was no telling what she was thinking or saying behind closed doors, and to be honest, Cyrenae didn't think she wanted to find out.

❝ BROTHER, TELL ME... WHAT TO DO. ❞

"mm-mm. her and her brothers ain't do nothin' to me," Cyrenae assured softly, holding her hands underneath the water spewing from the faucet, as she scrubbed her hands together and watched the soap create suds while she ran her tongue over her lips, "i'm scared for you."

her words hit Unique like a bucket of bricks and his face softened up at the woman as he watched her grab a towel to dry her hands with and she hesitantly turned to face him, locking eyes with him and alerting him that tears were sitting in her pretty brown eyes.

"i'm worried, Kadeem. somethin' don't feel right and it just feels like somebody's plottin'," Cyrenae explained, setting the towel down, as she gently cupped his face in her hands and felt his arms wrap around her waist, "the streets seem tenser than they've ever been, and i'm scared to find out why. Raq's plannin' something, baby. i just know it."

"and... i'm scared... that one day you won't come home to me," Cyrenae's voice went back to its soft tone and a stray tear slid down her brown-skinned face as she laid her head on his clothed and broad chest, "one day i won't be able to hold you anymore. one day i won't be able to kiss you anymore. one day i won't be able to tell you how much i love and appreciate everything you've done for our family... one day our kids are gonna lose their father."

❝ I KNOW YOU GOT TO GET YO' HUSTLE ON, SO I PRAY. ❞

"baby, you not gon' lose me, a'ight? you never gon' lose me. even if i die, i'll always be here with you and the kids and my spirit will live through y'all. but until then, stop talkin' 'bout death, a'ight? ain't nobody dyin', shorty." Unique assured softly, rubbing her back, as Cyrenae let out a soft sniffle and wiped a tear with the tip of her thumb, wrapping her arms around his torso while she held him close to her.

"something doesn't feel right, Kadeem. and with your jacket goin' missin', it doesn't help my overthinkin'," Cyrenae mumbled, referring to his "Unique" jacket, "they got somethin' to do with that, and i know they do."

Unique's customized "Unique" jacket suddenly vanished from the backseat of his car earlier this week, and Cyrenae hasn't been able to shake the thought of it. it didn't feel right that the jacket just randomly disappeared and nobody knew where it was. it was eerily suspicious, and Cyrenae had a feeling that Raquel and her brothers had something to do with it.

"don't worry 'bout them or that jacket, a'ight? it'll come up sooner or later. you gon' stress ya'self out more than you should tryna' figure out what they thinkin' and what they plannin'," Unique responded, kissing her forehead, as he rested his cheek against her head and the gold hoop in his ear sat against her scalp, "focus on us, a'ight? focus on you, me, and our troublesome ass twins."

❝ I UNDERSTAND THE GAME, SOMETIMES. AND I LOVE YOU STRONG, MM. BUT... ❞

cracking a smile, Cyrenae let out a soft chuckle as the two of them rocked back and forth, "they was askin' for you before i put 'em to sleep."

"yeah? what they say?" Unique chuckled, running his tongue over his lips, as he raised his head and Cyrenae raised hers as well, causing the two to make eye contact while she played with his chain.

"talkin' 'bout they wanna sleep in one of Daddy's fur coats 'cause they smell like you." Cyrenae chuckled, lightly tapping his chain with her manicured fingers, as she let out a giggle and Unique smiled at the thought of their interaction, making his heart swell with adoration while he kissed her lips.

"you better have given my babies they fur coats."

"i shol' did. you wanna see?"

walking down the hallway, Cyrenae opened the bedroom door as the couple's eyes locked on their sleeping toddlers in their small toddler beds, two of Unique's fur coats thrown over both of them while soft snores filled the room. smiles crept onto the adults' faces and they locked eyes as Unique kissed her temple and Cyrenae's smile slightly widened while she gently closed the door and let out a soft chuckle in slight disbelief.

she still couldn't believe she had a child, let alone twins. motherhood felt so surreal for her, and she was extremely grateful that she found the love of her life and was blessed with two beautiful children.

❝ WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? WORK AIN'T HONEST BUT IT PAYS THE BILLS. ❞

"one day i'ma tuck 'em in for you, mama. i know that gotta' be hectic as hell with they hyper asses." Unique chuckled, earning a soft laugh from Cyrenae, as the woman nodded her head and the couple walked across the hall to their bedroom.

"trust me, youn' know the half, man. i'm tellin' you, they get that hyper shit from you, baby," Cyrenae laughed, looking into her vanity mirror and checking her hair to make sure there were no flyaways, as Unique laughed and shrugged off his jacket while he made his way to his closet, "you want me to run you a bath, pa?"

"run us a bath. you know i'ma make you join me." Unique corrected, making Cyrenae playfully roll her eyes with a soft chuckle, as his eyes locked on something laying on the floor of the closet and his eyebrows furrowed while he sat his jacket down and squatted down to the level of the unknown item in his closet.

tying one of her husband's durags on her head to lay down her braids, Cyrenae was oblivious to what was happening behind her until she saw movement in the mirror she was standing in, her eyes locking on Unique who had stood up from his squatted position and seemed as if he had seen a ghost.

"what's wrong, Kadeem?" Cyrenae asked, her brows slightly furrowing at the change in his demeanor, as Unique slowly turned around and Cyrenae's eyes locked on the item in his arms before she abruptly paused, realizing the object he had found lying in his closet was his missing "Unique" jacket that was covered in blood, "...baby..."

their eyes locked and Cyrenae could see the confusion in his irises, causing a bone-chilling fear to go down her spine. suddenly, the front door of the home was kicked in and the couple's heads snapped towards their bedroom door as sounds of heavy footsteps belonging to multiple sets of feet made their way through the house and down the hallway, inching closer to the bedroom and causing the hairs on Cyrenae's neck to stand up.

the unknown visitors were soon revealed to be the police, and they walked into the bedroom armed heavily with guns raised as the officers pushed Unique up onto a wall and Cyrenae froze in fear, a million thoughts running through her mind at once while she watched her husband be arrested.

"Kadeem Mathis, you are under arrest for the shooting of Detective Malcolm Howard. anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law." these words cause sweat to boil at Cyrenae's hairline as her palms sweated profusely and her breathing got caught in her throat, her breathing heavy and uneven while she stumbled a bit and leaned up on her vanity before tightly gripping the wooden material.

"yo, y'all got the wrong muh'fucka'! i ain't shoot that fuckin' cop!" the room was filled with loud chatter and Cyrenae grew afraid that they'd wake the children, but she was too frightened to move from where she stood. she didn't want to raise the tension in the room higher than it already was, and these cops seemed extremely trigger-happy so Cyrenae made sure not to make any sudden move to avoid getting shot.

her biggest fear was coming true before her own eyes, and she couldn't bare to see it. seeing the love of her life be aggressively handled by the police awakened a different kind of fear inside of her, and she was the most afraid she had ever been in her life. despite being involved in a shootout once or twice because she was out with Unique, those didn't scare her as much because she knew Unique wouldn't allow her to be hurt. but seeing loads of officers fill her home to get her husband made her feel helpless and hopeless all in one.

did Unique shoot Detective Howard like they say he did? how did the jacket get back into their home after it had been missing for the past few days? whose blood was on the jacket? would all the noise wake up her children? would she be shot if she left the room to check on her toddlers? if it was true, would she ever see Unique again?

so many questions ran through Cyrenae's mind and it seemed as if more were being created within the seconds that passed by. her breathing became shallow and her vision started to falter as her grip tightened on her vanity, feeling as if her oxygen supply was being cut short while she grew dizzy.

"K...Kadeem..." Cyrenae whispered, her words inaudible and choppy, as she rested her palm on her forehead to ease the incoming migraine and she blinked a few times to try to focus her vision, but to no avail.

Cyrenae's vision focused for a split second and she locked eyes with a police officer before she unexpectedly passed out, her knees buckling and her body hitting the floor with a thud while her eyes gradually shut.

"Cyrenae!"

❝ WHAT WE GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? GOD, I CAN'T STAND LIFE WITHOUT YOU. ❞

#Spotify #x black fem reader #x black reader #black girl beauty #black stories #black culture #black community #black love #black people #joey bada$$#joeybadass #raising kanan #tv shows

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amaiguri · 7 months

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Wanna see the business side of story-based games?

Me! I want to! 👋 Hi, I'm Amaiguri. I'm a full time gamedev and I've released two games before and correctly predicted how much money I would make each time! Wow!

I've been considering converting the webfic I write into a story game of some kind -- a visual novel or a RPGmaker game or maybe even a walking sim? But I didn't know what I wanted to make!

This story has been THE STORY of my early adult life here -- it is SO important to me. So, while I'm a huge advocate of making whatever you want, I wanted to ensure whatever I put my effort into would be VAGUELY marketable. (Because, lemme tell you, webnovels are not marketable XD)

Before I dive in too deeply, **BIG DISCLAIMER**:

I am not a business person. I am using big, wide guestimates to make non-essential business decisions with myself. BUT I want to share my learnings with you. So, take everything I say with a grain of salt and JOIN ME on this journey:

Earlier this month, I made a post about wanting to make a visual novel. Specifically, a kinetic visual novel where you don't make choices and you just read basically. SO I've now done research into how well they sold. I used THIS website to determine how much money each of these games made (VERY loosely):

Juniper's Knot: ~$4k USD

Higurashi (The Whole Series): ~$300k USD (Averaging like 400 reviews per game and $50 for the whole bundle)

House in Fata Morgana: ~$1 million USD

I picked these out mostly because these are the small handful of kinetic novels I have actually heard about. I'm not saying there aren't other, more successful ones I haven't heard about but I figure, if I'm supposed to be representative of my target audience, I'm as good of a sample as any for this wild estimation.

Besides, Higurashi has a whole anime -- it is definitely fair to use that as an upper end -- and Juniper's Knot -- a tiny game no one has heard of -- as the lower end. (I mean, $0 is the lower end, but... you know...)

This paints a pretty stark picture, honestly. Like, this is looking at 6 to 8 years of work for... maybe a couple thousand for me? Realistically? Maybe up to $300k if I'm super lucky and go viral? And I'm not saying that isn't LIFE CHANGING money but like in the MOST MIRACULOUS scenario here, I am compensated less than my current salary for my current magnum opus. But realistically, I'm looking at maybe $1-4k if I get lucky. I'm not a horror-writer and I'm not a romance writer -- I will not have THAT feral of a fanbase XD And on top of all of that, I don't even play that many kinetic visual novels. I'm barely in my own target demo here!

Now, compare that to the numbers I ran on RPGmaker games where you just do narrative and there is very minimal gameplay:

Rakuen: 4000+ Reviews, over $100k in profits estimated

To the Moon: $8 Million in profit

A Bird Story: Definitely sold worse than To the Moon, was cheaper to make and cheaper to buy -- estimated at $397k

Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea: Dunno cuz it's free BUT its manga adaptation has 267 reviews on Amazon -- so the creator COULD have made bank on the actual game

See how much higher those are? Even when they're not as well known? And sure, the bottom is still $0 ultimately but the upper limit, with the most successful of these titles (and incidentally, the video game that convinced me to get into Game Design) is much much higher.

"BUT BELLE! Laura Shigihara did the music on a lot of those! You don't have Laura Shigihara!"

Ok BET! I'll hire her! The base industry rate for music per minute is $100/min. Let's suppose now she charge 10x that, cuz she's famous -- $1k/minute of music. I get her to compose a 3 minute song for $3k BUT she also brings over... say... 5% of her audience to check out my game.

That's admittedly, a high conversion rate so we'll just take 5% of Rakuen. Now, I'm imagining I'd charge like $25/copy of my game because it's gonna be like 300k words -- people pay $25 for a book of that length, so if I have art and programming also, I can do that. With just her 5% of Rakuen reviewers (21 reviewers of her 4.3k), that's like $7k USD. So, she'd probably just pay for herself and then some.

And to top all this off: I'm back in the target demo. I am ABSOLUTELY the kind of person who will play a solodev's RPGmaker game and forgive all jank and flaws and lack of gameplay if the story, art, and music are good.

That is, of course, making the assumption that I'll make good music and art 🥺🥺🥺

Now obviously, all this is WILD guestimates so like. You shouldn't make business decisions off this. I'm barely making "business" decisions -- I'm making hobby decisions. I have a full time job and I intend to keep it. BUT I think it's pretty clear where the potential money might be for me -- RPGmaker games.

Eris (Blinking): Thank you for reading!

#gamedev #story games #visual novel #rpg maker #rpgmaker #visual novel development #game development #game industry #indie dev #indie games #amaiguri

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mustlovesteve · 3 months

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someone made a comment speculating on the sustainability of steve as eddie's primary food source in LATBG and i now feel compelled to share my thoughts about it. spoilers for blood-drinking logistics of the story behind the cut!

keep in mind that i haven't consumed a ton of vampire media, so this is likely an extremely common approach, but...humor me, alright?

for plot-reasons (read: i needed an excuse to shove in more blood-drinking scenes), eddie gets thirsty every 24hrs. he can survive much longer than that without blood, but he'll get increasingly weaker and certain vampire traits will become less prominent (eye color, claw sharpness/length, etc.).

blood volume can be restored relatively quickly with good hydration, but red blood cells take much longer to return to baseline. the rate at which this happens is dependent on many factors, such as testosterone levels, thyroid hormones, iron levels, the altitude at which someone lives, etc. however, even in the best conditions, that still wouldn't be even remotely sustainable.

from this article on RBC production:

The capacity of the bone marrow to produce red cells is enormous. When stimulated to peak activity and when provided adequately with nutrient substances, the marrow can compensate for the loss of several pints of blood per week. Hemorrhage or accelerated destruction of red cells leads to enhanced marrow activity. The marrow can increase its production of red cells up to eight times the usual rate. After that, if blood loss continues, anemia develops.

this wasn't what i had been reading at the time, but ideas like this were what got me thinking about how vampires work in this universe and how this could be manipulated to make steve an even better blood bag (the dream!!!).

within this fic, vampires are predators with an option to keep their prey alive for the sake of having a reliable food source. this is why they can tweak the "cocktail" and lick the wound to make it stop bleeding. ideally, a vampire would have a rotation of tasty morsels to snack on without worrying that any of them would get depleted too quickly.

buuuut what if something within the vampire's saliva actually stimulated RBC production to go into constant overdrive, compensated by certain food cravings and some other bodily tweaks?

the "goal" would be for steve to safely get bitten on a weekly basis, kind of like a date night (but like, sexier)! this would likely be discovered during dr. owens' tests. if this was proven to be safe, then eddie would be less reliant on blood donations from the other adults and hospital supplies--but steve's weekly grocery bill would be really high lmao.

i don't want to get into the actual calculations, since that would vary wildly based on how much blood eddie needs to consume on a daily basis, but in a very rough estimate, we'd be aiming for 10x higher RBC production than the average healthy adult male with the power of vampire magic.

#latbg #lukapost #i have a love-hate relationship with logistics can you tell

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huanglaoshu · 1 year

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Okay that’s it, I am sick. Sick! Of seeing polls like this asking for staircases that are impossible to build without breaking the International Residential Code.

Let us review proper poll staircase construction!

So you want to build a staircase, and each tread should be of equal length, let’s call it X. The first step is length X, the second step is length 2X, the third step is length 3X, etc. The sum of all the steps needs to be 100%. We can write this equation as

X+2X+3X+…=100

X(1+2+3+…)=100

Now this pattern, summing positive integers up to a certain point, has a name, and its name is “Triangular Numbers”. You can pretty easily look up the first 10 without doing the math yourself, and they are 1, 3, 6, 10, 15, 21, 28, 36, 45, 55.

For a 10 step stair, using the equation above we get 55X=100, and solving for X we get 1.8 (rounded). The bottom step (10X) will be only 18%! That’s tiny! Your staircase will in no wise be up to code, it will be far too steep!

What is code, you may ask? According to the International Residential Code, the minimum tread depth is 10” and the maximum riser height is 7.75”. For simplicity’s sake let’s take that as 10” and 7.5” which is a 4 to 3 ratio. The slope of your line should be (rise over run), ¾.

Here’s where it gets tricky. Poll bars display differently on different screens. I’ve looked at a couple different displays to see how many poll bars (with only one line of text) it takes to make the poll a square. Depending on the screen I’ve gotten numbers anywhere from 7-10 poll bars to make a square.

Now if you have a square, a line drawn from the top left to the bottom right corner will have a slope of 1 (4 over 4), and is too steep for our proper 3 over 4 stair. Let us instead consider a half a square, where the height is half the width. Perhaps the half-square has a height of 3 and a width of 6. Our proper stair must land 4/6ths of the way over, or 67%. If our half square is made of 5 poll bars, then the 5th poll bar needs to be at least 67% to be up to code. The fifth poll bar will be of length 5X.

5*100/{1, 3, 6, 10, 15, 21, 28, 36, 45, 55} = {500, 167, 83.3, 50, 33.3, 23.8, 17.8, 13.9, 11.1, 9.1}

1, 2, and 3 steps are well within code, and 4 could be allowed, depending on whether you count the top step as a full step, or the top of the landing. One could finagle it.

But 5-10 step "stairs" are on thin ice! Just call them a ladder at this point.

(Don’t get me started on polls asking for ramps. Ramps have a 1 over 12 slope requirement.)

#wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee math word problems!

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i just finished the story of pokemon scarlet.... bro that last chapter is no joke........ i’m in shambles....

it feels very conflicting though because on one hand i don’t think a pokemon game has made me feel this way since black/white and that is saying a LOT, black was one of my first pokemon games that i played during summer break as a 14 year old and it changed my life. altered the trajectory of my life if you will.

with previous more “recent” titles like sun/moon, oras, sword/shield, of course i got caught up in them and enjoyed them, but i didn’t get super emotionally attached to any characters. lillie is an exception but in comparison to what b/w made me feel, s/m was only like, 60% the way there, and sw/sh would be like 20% (as fun as the game was, it was over fast and i didn’t feel like i was savoring it as much). also i don’t knock on sw/sh for its length, as short as it is, pokemon chiefly is a kids’ video game and usually the bulk of the hours you put in is for completing the dex lol. but yeah, the writing in sw/sh didn’t feel that memorable nor did it have much emotional impact on me.

spoilers for scarvio below

with scarlet, aside from nemona (lol, but i do like her), the subplots for the rivals really tugged at my heartstrings... i didn’t really care for team star when i started their missions, after all i don’t care about getting LP or extra TMs when my team is already good, but as i continued with it i was like... ah... bonds of friendship is the true power... *tear running down my face*.

AND THEN ARVEN. HOO BOY.

i cannot believe game freak has managed to make me feel for a boy what i did for n. this is saying so much if you know me and how insane i can be about n. game freak said here is a boy you will react to in a way that parallels how you reacted to n a full 10 years ago. both the 🥰 and 😭 emotions. THE ABANDONMENT ISSUES... AND THEN HE’S DEDICATING HIMSELF TO HELPING HIS DOG RECOVER?????!!! i was specifically targeted...

i also lost my childhood dog at the beginning of 2022, who in a way mirrors what mabosstiff is to arven for me... my dog was the only one in the house i could feel understood and loved by while i dealt with childhood trauma. so you know of course that would do me in emotionally T_T

there is also the whole gap moe and kinda grumpy but sincere senpai but he’s relying on you thing that makes me *clenches fist* but that’s besides the point

i was already enjoying myself taking my time with the gyms, team star, titans, exploring everywhere to get pokeballs/items, trying to complete the pokedex, shiny hunting and what not, so the final chapter really took me by surprise since i didn’t fully know what to expect...? i already liked the main cast but i didn’t feel a deep connection to all of them as a group because the subplots are all standalone/focused on each individual character. i did see all my friends sobbing over the last chapter (censored for spoilers obv) but man... they were right... i was surprised by how in-depth the section was. i’d say if you don’t explore too much (which is what i did on foot regrettably, takes 10x longer) the chapter is maybe 3ish hours long? which isn’t super long, but the dialogue sprinkled in really fleshes out the characters and establishes a bond between them that feels incredibly real and believable, even in the context of just a pokemon game. that’s what really took me by surprise.

i’m gonna be honest for the majority of the chapter my mouth was just open and i was like

and that’s even WITH seeing vague spoilers/hints and some screenshots out of context. so i had some vague idea about what was going on but i was STILL surprised by the turn of events and how ... like... everything fit together in a very believable way. and another thing, with most pokemon games all stakes depend on you as the player for whatever plot there is (stopping team aqua/magma, saving the world, stopping some capitalist dude, etc.) but the stakes in scarvio felt so much higher. obviously you know you’re going to save the day etc. but in the midst of it i was like 😳 hello???? bruh?

i joked to a friend last week about this being game freak’s answer to botw (he hasn’t played scarvio) but i’m ngl this takes it beyond what botw did for me... botw’s magic lies in the beauty of its world and fucking around, and maybe some of the npcs (like, yeah, i did get very into the bits of lore and link characterization of it, i won’t downplay that) but i feel like the plot and characters in scarvio are just so... polished? of course the games are different and have different purposes. but it managed to make me experience a hint of the youthful wonder and hope i felt as a 14 year old playing emerald and b/w all day and night long during summer vacation again... it’s that essence that really stands out. IT’S THE FOUND FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ESSENCE OF YOUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FINDING YOUR TREASURE/WHAT YOU CHERISH MOST IN LIFE AND HOLDING ON TO THAT AS YOU FACE THE FUTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but all this just makes me incredibly sad because you know this game was rushed to hell to meet a deadline. and that’s disrespectful to the amount of love and thought put into this game’s worldbuilding, characters, and story. they deserved the time needed to ship the game in its best form, not the buggy state it’s in. all the fantastic aspects of the game are marred by bugs, glitches, and the fact that the switch is constantly struggling to run the game--my game crashed at least two times, and i feel like that’s lower than others’ experiences (luckily i didn’t lose any significant progress both times, but the fear of the game crashing did hang over me anytime i ran around or even talked to the pokemon center person 😭). even the credits lagged for me and i was like ... this doesn’t ruin the immersion but i’m smiling wryly to myself rn.

i 100% don’t regret buying and playing the game but i do wish i’d been able to buy and play the game in better circumstances... i was vehemently in the “i refuse to buy it right now in the state it’s in and contribute to the message to the pokemon company that this speed of putting out subpar quality games for faster buck is ok” but i caved because i saw my friend playing it (she caved because her boyfriend got it). 😔

anyways expect arven fanart eventually lol

#pufftext

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adracat · 1 year

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Catherine endings ramble

I've made no attempt to disguise my dissatisfaction with most of Catherine's paired endings. Shamir is the only valid choice in my mind simply because it's the only end where Catherine ditches the church whether Rhea lives or dies. There's an undercurrent of her reclaiming her agency and personhood; something I already rambled about in my very level and not at all unhinged Catherine essay on ao3. Trust me, that could have been 10x longer if I let myself.

But enough of the past stuff I've already covered, today I wanna rant a little about her regular unpaired end in the Eng version. Thanks to teaspoon translations, I've finally read the original script without treehouse's gloss. Here's the difference--

Not a big deal, right? WRONG I love that she was known specifically for fighting for freedom of all things once Rhea's gone. Here's a knight who ceded her will and agency entirely to the Church/Rhea as she states multiple times in her supports. She's not her own person, merely Rhea's sword. Something she sadly dies as in CF and SB

I think it's powerful for Catherine to find liberation outside the church. 'Folk hero' is nice and all and implies she swore her sword to the common folk, but freedom? That's something she textually finds/fights for in this ending and they deprive her of it. Now you can say I'm reading into it perhaps, but consider her other endings where Rhea lives. They're all some flavor of remaining in service to Rhea/church or marrying a man under pressure from Rhea. With an icky undercurrent of passing along her crest no less. I dislike those ends intensely because it feels like she's doing the same destructive thing she's always done- relinquishing her agency.

I'm not saying Treehouse did this purposefully, just missing the greater context of Catherine's character... or not caring to the same fanatical degree as me. I am fully aware of my silliness. But in a game that goes to great lengths to illustrate the trappings of absolute loyalty, personal stagnation, and adherence to tradition this ending really feels like a subtle cue to Catherine's mindset after Rhea's death and a misstep to leave out. This reads as an end that would fit perfectly on Crimson Flower in particular, and considering she was initially meant to join that route... I find it interesting and tragic this was glossed over.

Anyway, this difference I also shame Treehouse for changing because I think it's hilarious and kinda intriguing.

Jpn Catherine is unfazed by Shamir and only low-key disappointed she can't use Thunderbrand as a weed cutter. You know, the relic she casually reveals drains your soul with each use? Ma'am—

#why are you like this #never change #catherine fire emblem #cassandra rubens charon #adracatwrites #do you think thunderbrand is self-flagellation

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dms are awful truly., tell me about harukawa maki and why the fandom is wrong about her^_^

[Drags hands down my face]

preliminary: y'know how like. Kirigiri is. The Girl of thh? and Chiaki is for the sequel, and so overt 'THE GIRL' that her backstory was rewritten to be More Tragic in the special anime?

Haru is that for V3. Aka is bait.

It's, easier to comprehend n Digest Haru w/ that in mind. "Right. She's Kodaka's girl…" the reversible cover of V3 features Haru, prominently. That sort of thing. Genuinely shocked she doesn't have a figure yet, esp in the fashion of the bunnygirls, but Haru is quite controversial re: popularity. That might be why.

I could ramble. I've talked abt her, at length, and i'll spare you the howlings of 'SHE! ANGIE! NARRATIVE FOILS!!!' lucky you, on this special day

overall fandom re: haru has, a sort of, pendulum effect. One side or the other. 'She abuses, tortures, prolly would waterboard Ou,' or, 'sad girl who deserves the best,' y'know. The first part, I see mostly, in 310 fic. Whump. Ou bruised for h/c and Sai gives Haru n co. a PIECE OF HIS MIND!!! The latter… hahhhhhh.. Haru/Momo fic, or, 'Right! Haru's here too!' gotta include her somewhere. Give her a happy ending, a relationship w/ Momo. Done.

/head on hand, swaying

Neither of these are, true. At least if I had to pick, #2 - and I think that'd be Kodo's answer, too, lol. HAVE YOU SEEN HER LOVE ACROSS ANSWERS? SO EDGY. If this was a '00s game, Haru would be top of the charts in fan favorites. Her 8track playlist would start w/ the song, 'Pain' by TDG. Released in the wrong era, sad. A girl allowed, ENCOURAGED, to be sad… but bloody! Wow…!!! And she's pretty!

The 'why'. Well. Now, okay, lean forward, steel your heart……. why is the fandom so bad at Haru…?

Because she's a girl…………!!! I know. What? How? Girl hate?!

You're GONNA hear. 'No, i dislike her bc her motives don't make sense,' 'she fucks up the lategame plan,' 'she's too mean,' 'so bland,' degrees of these are true. I'm not saying basement Joe dislikes Haru solely due to her endowment. But fandom-wise, overall, yeah… altho vthree, particularly, has. Uhm. [twirls hair] 'Opinions' I'd disagree with, re: characters. All of them. The game is meant to be subjective, so of course there's a variety of feelings.

But girls are, mm, unwelcome? Generally. She [any girl] has to Warrant mere existing, and 10x that warrante for x-minutes of screentime. They become watered down, for ease, to be enjoyable. Fans heighten desirable characteristics, if they Mostly-like her, or her negatives if they Mostly-hate her. This sort of Upping the Ante isn't female-restricted, no, but the dials are ticked furthermore.

I can't think of any vthree girl that fandom 'gets,' really. N don't misunderstand me - the girls of the cast aren't TOO COMPLEX for these IMMATURE VIEWERS to UNDERSTAND!!! No, 'you have to have a high IQ,' bullshit. Rather, I think, people are tired and more inclined to extremes. Either tired of being 'annoyed' by girls - this is how we get Haru-basking - or tired of girl-hate, which is how we get to Haru, or Aka, [x girl here]-loving. Both of which don't cusp the truth of the girl.

And - I do this. You do this. I wave away a lot of Tenko's, Loudness n Hatred re: men, but not out of ignoring. I do acknowledge, even like it, due to my view of her backstory from the gleams we see. But I don't talk abt it, or depict it often, bc it's 'minor' when compared to the features I want to emphasize. 'Best girl, because of her purity!' It's inoffensive…….

UNTIL WE GET TO FAN META!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like, 'meta made by fans of vthree,' not meta made by fans of Haru. Clarifying.

[stepford smiler] Ignore all haru fan meta. All of it. I'm right about her, nobody else. Especially Haru + Ou meta. Everyone is wrong. OK? You promise? Don't look at anybody else's take… okay…? Let's do a blood pact, I'll start. [reaches for a prop knife]

#i ramble ★#drv3 spoilers -#Haru hate gets my flyswatter. <- hilarious comment from an ou k*n

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seaoflove · 3 years

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some quotes you live by?

mostly, i just want to be kind — mary oliver

i've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life - and i've never let it keep me from doing a single thing i wanted to do. — georgia o’keeffe

i want to face the force of life / weaponless — karin boye

the battle is short and it’s worthwhile being sincere — vincent van gogh

from my rotting body, flowers shall grow and i am in them and that is eternity. — edvard munch

it is simply this: do not tire, never lose interest, never grow indifferent—lose your invaluable curiosity and you let yourself die. it’s as simple as that. — tove jansson

i recognize only one duty, and that is to love. — albert camus

is that what art is? to be touched thinking what we feel is ours when, in the end, it was someone else, in longing, who finds us? — ocean vuong

you listen and you know you could live a better life than you do, be softer, kinder — mary oliver

i believe in love [...] i believe we can save each other. in fact i think we must save each other — james baldwin

if the world is falling apart, i have to say the truth. but i don’t stop being in love with the world — ilya kaminsky

part of the terror is to take back our own listening. to use our own voice. to see our own light — hildegard von bingen

i think of beauty as an absolute necessity. i don’t think it’s a privilege or indulgence, it’s not even a quest. i think it’s almost like knowledge, which is to say, it’s what we were born for. — toni morrison

courage dear heart, for thou hast seen worse than this — homer

#i could have made this 10x the length #but out of the kindness of your dashboards this is the compressed version #s #treasure chest

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blvepixel · 2 years

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souya kawata x reader

a/n: i needed more souya content so i’m making it myself. i love him. i also have no clue what i’m doing so if this seems all over the place that’s bc it is :).

cw: 18+ mdni, afab!reader, inexperienced virgin souya, corruption kink?, grinding, fingering(f. receiving), oral(f. receiving). accidental orgasm(m.), fluffy soft smut about teaching baby boy souya how to touch you

souya is overwhelmed in the best way possible. his hands are shaking as they hovered up and down over your body, uncertain of if and where to land as you straddled him on your bed. you couldn’t help but smile actions of the flustered boy from where your head was tucked in the crook of his neck, leaving gentle marks in between soft kisses.

“souya, baby, you can touch me.” you bring your head up while aiming a comforting smile his way. “i’m not gonna bite.” you place a kiss on his forehead. “unless you want me to.” souya gulps at your words and his anxiety-filled expression is enough to make you worried. “hey, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want, please don’t let me force you into anything.”

“w-wait, no, i want this, i-i want you. it’s just, i’ve never been with anyone before.” with those words, souya’s face turns 10x redder and he averts his eyes from yours. “i just- i don’t wanna mess it up.” his confession is just so pure you can’t help but coo at him. the two of you had never gone farther than simply making out and based on souya’s whole demeanor in your relationship you could kind of tell he hadn’t been intimate with anyone before but having him tell you made pride swell in your chest at the trust the blue-haired boy held in you.

“aww, baby, look at me.” you tap his cheek with one of your fingers which causes him to look back into your gentle eyes. “you don’t have to be embarrassed. i can help you learn, don’t worry. i just want you to be comfortable, souya. i love you.” those words cause adoration to shine in his eyes. he just has so much love for you and knowing it’s reciprocated makes him feel all warm inside.

“i love you, too.” with that, souya leans up to connect his lips with yours as his hands finally find refuge on your waist. your hands move from his face up into his mess of blue curls, gently scratching at his scalp just the way he likes before giving a small tug. souya’s grip tightens on your waist as he lets out a small noise at your actions. your tongue slips inside of the boy’s mouth and sensually moves with his. the lack of oxygen is making the two of you lightheaded though that could be attributed to the pure emotion being surged from both parties. you begin to move your hips slowly and rhythmically to grind down against souya. you can feel his length hardening beneath your core, egging you on. breaking away from souya’s mouth, you leave open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down the column of his throat. upon reaching the hem of his shirt with your mouth you lean back to look at him. the boy’s face is flushed, his lips are swollen, and his eyes shoot open when he feels you leaning away. your fingers reach down to toy with the bottom of his shirt, slipping just enough underneath to feel the skin of his stomach.

“do you want me to take this off?” you lift the bottom of his shirt a little higher before the boy nods, causing you to completely remove the article of clothing from his body. while admiring him, you softly trace your fingers along the defined lines of souya’s abs, causing him to shudder at the feeling as he watches your actions. “god, you’re so hot, souya.” your words make the boy go red but instead of falling into embarrassment, he leans up to connect your lips again as his hands begin to wander under your shirt.

“can i take yours off too?” he leans back just enough to ask the question, breath fanning over your lips. you place a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth and nod.

“of course you can, baby.” he wastes no time in removing the shirt from your body before connecting your lips again. while feverishly kissing him, you reach down and move his hands up until they meet your bra clip. souya fumbles for a minute, not quite sure how to disconnect the strap but also so distracted by the feeling of your lips on his, before he finally gets it undone. your bra slips on your body and he finally parts enough from you to get a good look. the admiration that shines in his eyes as his eyes move up and down your body makes you feel fuzzy. souya’s hands have found themselves by his sides again but his fingers keep twitching in your direction as if he’s itching to touch you. noticing this, you once again grab his hands, placing them over your breasts before taking ahold of his head once again to passionately kiss him. you feel his hands squeeze and mold your mounds as you grind down on him harder than before. the small whines that leave his throat are absolutely sinful and you would do anything to hear them over and over. souya, however, was having a mental dilemma. what you were doing felt so good, but, he wanted you to feel better. souya wanted to make you cum.

“can you teach me how to touch you, y/n?” his voice was breathless and soft as he looks up into your eyes. you can feel wetness pooling in your underwear at his words, something about how innocent he seemed when asking to touch you really turned you on. nodding in response you placed one more soft and sensual kiss against his lips before moving off of to remove the rest of your clothes as souya removes his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. you move back onto the bed and sit up against the headboard.

“c’mere souya.” you pat the spot in front of you and he eagerly leaps to sit crisscrossed, causing a giggle to erupt at his actions. he turns red again and looks down but upon hearing the shuffling of sheets he looks up again. what he sees is you with your legs spread, knees apart to expose your pretty pussy while your fingers work circles into your clit. the sight before him makes his cock twitch and grow impossibly hard. “you wanna touch?” souya nods his head, his blue hair bouncing with the intensity his head shake. he crawls closer to you, now sitting just a few inches away. reaching forward, souya uses his middle and ring finger to spread slick along your folds, eyes holding a laser like focus on your core as he replaces your fingers and rubs your clit. it’s a little awkward and hesitant but becomes more pleasurable as souya becomes more confident in his actions. upon feeling confident enough, souya’s fingers travel down to your core. he slowly inserts his fingers until he’s knuckle deep in your pussy before looking up at you with a flushed expression.

“what do- what do i do with my fingers?” you can feel the slight tremble of his fingers in your core and see his cock straining against his boxers, leaving a small wet patch from his leaking head.

“curl them like this and just find a good rhythm. you’re doing amazing, souya baby.” he follows your instructions, taking a few strokes to find that spongey area that has you throwing your head back in pleasure. this reaction causes souya to speed up, enamored by the way your arousal gathers on his fingers. while looking down at his fingers, he takes note of your pulsing nub and he simply can’t resist his impulses. after moving to lay down, souya drops his head to wrap his lips around your clit and uses his tongue to recreate the motions you taught him earlier. you can’t help but let out a loud moan at his actions, if you hadn’t just taught him, you’d of thought souya was experienced but it’s just his eagerness and incessant need to please you that fuels him. souya is grinding down into the bed to try and relieve some of the stress from his aching cock as he ravages your pussy with his tongue and fingers. your hand shoots down to his mess of blue hair, tugging at the strands as your orgasm creeps up on you causing him to whine into your cunt. strings of praise leave your mouth as souya works to bring you closer.

“ngh- souya-ah, right-right there, you’re so go-good baby-ah nnghh.” you continue mumbling until souya moves his mouth, opting to wrap his lips and suck harshly on your clit. this stimulation pushes you over the edge and your thighs clamp around his head. “oh-oh my god, i-i- ‘m gonna-nghh ‘m cumming.” souya continues with his actions until your thighs start to loosen around his head. he brings his head up, a grin graces his features as he wipes your juices off of his face with the back of his hand.

“did i do good?” with your chest heaving, you let out a laugh before reaching forward and bringing him up towards you to place kisses all over his face.

“you did amazing, souya.” pulling back to look at his flushed face you whisper under your breath once more. “amazing.” you begin trailing one of your hands down his abdomen again, fingertips rippling over his muscled skin before reaching the band of his boxers and just barely slipping underneath. “now, would you like me to make you feel good, too?” souya’s hand quickly reaches down to rest over yours.

“you don’t have to.” your expression turns confused, he just helped you why wouldn’t your return the favor. as if he could read your mind, souya averted his eyes and rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment before mumbling. “i-uh, i already came.” upon looking down, you notice the we patch had grown noticeably larger. without another word you push souya to the side, forcing him to sit up against the headboard, before you move to straddle his lap. you begin tracing kisses down his body as your hand sink farther into his underwear. grabbing ahold of his half-hard member, you use his previous spend to stroke his cock and bring it to full hardness while sitting back up to look at souya. his eyes are blown with lust, mouth agape with little moans leaving his throat as he attempts to look you in the eyes. a mischievous grin graces your features as your actions speed up.

“souya baby, i think you deserve a little reward, for being such a good learner.”

4 february, 2022

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enhasubs · 2 years

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heeseung…

warning: smut

“i choose heeseung,” you confirmed your choice out loud.

heeseung stood up to walk away disappointedly.

“what the fuck are you doing? she chose you dude!” sunghoon called out to him.

“wait, what?” heeseung immediately turned around with wide eyes.

“this is why she said i’m the one who listens to her,” jay chuckled.

“you chose me?” heeseung asked, still in shock.

“yes i chose you dummy!” you laughed, getting up to hug him.

“you don’t understand how happy that makes me,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead.

“no offense to jake and sunghoon, but i kinda shipped you two from the beginning if you didn’t choose me,” jay smirked, patting heeseungs shoulder before walking away with the other two.

“so…” heeseung began, once you were alone.

“so?” you blushed. you’d been around heeseung countless times yet this one time you were flustered.

“does this make us… a couple now?” heeseung seemed 10x more flustered than you at this point. his voice slightly cracking at the question that spilled out of his mouth.

“do you want us to be?” you asked, hopeful he would give you the answer you wanted.

and he did.

“there is nothing i want more in this world than to be with you y/n,” he grinned from ear to ear.

“so its settled… you’re my boyfriend now,” you giggled.

“does that mean i can do what boyfriends do?” he smirked, clearly up to no good.

“and what might that-” he cut you off, picking you up into a kiss, “lee heeseung! put me down!”

“not happening, especially when i finally have you all. to. myself,” he said between kisses on your neck, “also calling me by my full name won’t get you anywhere.”

“what if i call you baby?”

“that might work,” he smirked, sitting down on one of the pool chairs with you on his lap, “but its not getting you out of anything tonight.”

he pecked your lips with another soft kiss, and with that one came another, then another, and many more until those kisses turned hungry. the two of you eager for more than just kisses.

you began grinding against his growing eagerness in search of any sort of friction to satisfy your neediness.

“patience beautiful, i want to savor this moment,” he whispered in your ear.

“i can’t wait any longer heeseung,” you whined, knowing he couldn’t wait either. his cock now fully hard in his sweatpants, “i need you.”

those words were all it took for heeseung to delicately removed every item of clothing you both had on, without a care for getting caught in the act in a semi public place.

“we can go to some place a little more private if you’re uncomfortable,” heeseung whispered, kissing every inch of skin on your body accessible to him.

“i don’t care anymore, i’ve waited long enough to have you baby,” you moaned as he latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, flicking it with his tongue.

“you’re so fucking beautiful y/n,” heeseung groaned, pinching the other nipple as you began grinding your heat against his cock. the shaft gliding slowly between your wet folds.

“i need-” you tried to speak but your words only came out in strained moans.

“what do you need baby? use your words beautiful.”

“i need- i-,” you moaned out loudly as heeseung slowly slid himself into you.

he knew what you needed and you didn’t even have to utter a word.

“is that what you wanted?” he smirked, too cocky for his own good.

“mhmm,” you tried to get him to move.

“so fucking needy,” his whispered, more to himself than you as he gripped your hips lightly to guide you up and down on his length until he was so deep inside of you that the tip of his cock could be seen as a little bump on your belly.

“fuck! you’re so big baby,” the pace sped up a little, heeseung focused on the bump his cock made as it disappeared and reappeared every time you moved up and down his length.

“does it hurt you?” he looked concerned at the tears welling up in your eyes.

“not at all baby.”

“are you sure? you’re crying y/n.”

“because it feels so fucking good baby,” you moved faster, the feeling of release you craved was getting closer and closer.

“are you close?” heeseung groaned, bucking his hips to help your movements which were becoming sloppier.

“im so so close,” you gripped heeseungs hair hard as you crashed your lips onto his while you rode out your high.

you both became moaning messes as heeseung sped up the pace of his thrusts.

“can i?” heeseung pleaded to you with doe eyes, asking you permission for him to cum.

“cum for me baby,” you breathed out.

and with his final sloppy thrusts he came in you.

“i can’t believe you’re mine y/n,” heeseung whispered, giving you one last soft kiss on your lips.

—

1 year later…

“i brought you some coffee baby,” heeseung smiled, entering the practice room you were in.

“i’m on vlive heeseung!” you scolded him.

after a year of dating, his small thoughtful acts still made you blush.

“our relationship has been public for a year now, stop being so shy,” he faked a pout.

you sighed, “thanks for the coffee baby.”

the name caused heeseung to grin, not afraid to show off how happy it made him.

“can i stay for a bit?”

“i’m actually gonna end the live to spend some time with you okay?” you looked up at him from your seat, “thanks for watching! i love you starz! byee!”

“why so abrupt?”

“do you wanna cross off practice room in our list of places?”

a blush spread across his face, “have we not done it in one yet?”

“just shut up and kiss me okay?”

“oka-” you pushed him up against the wall and kissed him like it was the first time all over again.

the end.

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