#but like. yeah actually i DO need you to pick up what i'm trying to put down‚ and take it seriously‚ and work out what that means for

[vxnillabxn]

Hello! First I want to say I loooove your writing and checking your blog every day is a must! You portray the guys so well too! I have a quite specific request, ignore it if you don’t like it please. So I’m pretty sensitive and I cry often. Happy tears, sad tears, overwhelmed tears, tearing up while watching cute animal videos etc. I’m not trying to push my feelings onto others and I don’t want to always be coddled or comforted. But at the same time it hurts when people become completely desensitized to my emotions, rolling their eyes or becoming annoyed 🫠 How do you think the Lis would be with someone like that?

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x sensitive gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, hurt/comfort! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚ah, yes. i'm a certified crybaby, so this? this is so me. this was such a cute request! i tried to keep it light and fluffy, because it has to do a lot with trust and knowing each other, which is such a cute and essential thing in a relationship. Ꮚ ܸ ◞ . ◟𓂂꒱ ♡ thanks for the request, pretty anonnie. lots of hugs! ♡

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚you never have to worry with him, because he's always able to identify the reason behind your tears.

﹙♡﹚if you cry because of a cute video, he'll kiss your head as he walks by, unable to hide how cute he thinks you are.

﹙♡﹚if you're crying because you saw something that made you a little bit sad, he'll also walk by and wipe away your tears before you can even react, shooting you a soft smile before leaving.

﹙♡﹚and most of the time, he comes back with something to distract you; like a meme he found funny and saved just for you, or your favorite savory snack.

﹙♡﹚he wouldn't say he's “used” to your tears, but he certainly knows how to react and when to actually step in and comfort you. come on —when it comes to you, it's like second nature to him.

﹙♡﹚with that said, he teases you soooo much if you're crying over something silly, and he won't let you forget it.

﹙♡﹚that one time you bawled your eyes out seeing a puppy dressed up as a bee? yeah, he'll remind you of that. and hopefully, you'll laugh and replace those past tears with present happiness and playfulness. that's what he's here for, after all.

﹙♡﹚most of the time, though, he'll wait for you to come to him if your tears come from anxiety or feeling overwhelmed; and it's always with a knowing smile and his arms ready to embrace you.

﹙♡﹚and that's because he's created such a safe space for you to just… feel, without him panicking and overly worrying about you, nor flat out ignoring your feelings.

﹙♡﹚so you never have to avoid crying, because you know he'll always be there, ready to hold you when you truly need it, without either of you having to say a word about it.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he wants to know. yeah, he's nosy, but can you blame him? you're literally crying, and he really wants to know why.

﹙♡﹚once he discovers it's because you're sensitive, he'll understand a bit better. he's a crier too… sometimes. he gets you.

﹙♡﹚…but then, he sees you crying when you're happy. and then, when you see cute things. and then, when you get annoyed.

﹙♡﹚and he naturally reacts every time. don't get mad at him for asking or for trying to watch your screen if you're on your phone —he just wants to help!

﹙♡﹚over time, though, he starts picking up context clues. for example, if you're on your phone and there's a cute birdie on the screen… those are happy tears, abort mission.

﹙♡﹚oh gosh, you're crying today! but oh… you're seeing an elderly couple dancing together. okay, cutie. just a soft smooch on the forehead for you. you may proceed.

﹙♡﹚and even when he doesn't comfort you every time, he'll definitely try to feel what you're feeling, even if it gets a bit invasive.

﹙♡﹚so… if you're reading something sad, he'll probably read it too afterwards, or peek at your screen to try and get your perspective. such an empath.

﹙♡﹚after some time, i feel it will be quite refreshing to just… feel freely around him, because he'll never judge you. cry as much as your heart desires, pearl.

﹙♡﹚also, he'll probably gush over the same things or let his emotions overflow… yes, even when it comes to the kitten videos. not even he can stop the faucets from running when he sees such tiny paws.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚first instinct is to approach —quietly, mostly— and assess what the situation is. because why are there tears streaming down your pretty face?

﹙♡﹚he'll quickly notice what kind of tears they are. i mean… if he can smell the changes in your body, he can most definitely smell your tears and the chemical stuff that comes with them.

﹙♡﹚say whatever you want, but you can't stop him from comforting you. no, no, it doesn't matter how strong and independent you are, he needs to.

﹙♡﹚but don't worry, it isn't overwhelming. most of the time, if he sees you crying over something cute or happy, he'll cradle your face and kiss your cheeks. you can keep crying if you want.

﹙♡﹚if you're crying over something sad or heartbreaking, he'll caress your back or hair silently. he won't ask what's wrong nor become overbearing, but he just wants you to know he's there.

﹙♡﹚now, if you're crying over something extreme and really gut-wrenching, he'll have to step in immediately.

﹙♡﹚i don't care what anyone says, he adores you. he's smitten. he'll look at you with so much love, even if you're ugly crying over mephisto bringing you treasures.

﹙♡﹚and he'll make sure you know he will be there at any time —when you're happy, sad, tired, angry.

﹙♡﹚…but he'll also tease you when the storm passes —only if he sees you in the mood for it.

﹙♡﹚otherwise? you're his sensitive kitten, and he is more than pleased to be the one who understands every minuscule change in your behavior, and how to handle them when you need him to.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚oh no. he might start malfunctioning if he sees you crying over something that isn't… sad.

﹙♡﹚i mean, sure, he knows people can cry out of happiness or when a feeling gets too overwhelming to handle or suppress.

﹙♡﹚but… he's trying to understand when that happens, and how to proceed without making the situation worse or making you feel uncomfortable.

﹙♡﹚most of the time, in order not to screw up, he'll directly ask what's going on.

﹙♡﹚that, or he'll just stare at you, cocking his head to the side with concern in his puppy eyes. he's trying his best.

﹙♡﹚“...are those happy tears? do you… need a hug?” or “...did you watch another cute animals video compilation?”

﹙♡﹚in his case, it's better to be upfront and explain what you need. he won't think your crying is ridiculous or unnecessary; he just needs some guidance, because he'll gladly hug you tight or give you some space.

﹙♡﹚i feel like he would get “used” to your tears, but not in a bad way. he'll never feel bored or tired of having to assist you.

﹙♡﹚rather, he gets “used” to it in a “i know what makes you cry, and i know what to do about it, so don't worry, my star” kind of way.

﹙♡﹚and he truly is very effective. you're sniffling? kiss. you're wailing and quietly begging to be held? you're already in his arms under tons of blankets. you don't feel like talking to anyone? poof —he's gone.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚okay, as sweet as this man is, he'll bluntly ask what you need him to do beforehand, during, and after.

﹙♡﹚he asks once, though. when you tell him what makes you comfortable, and what approaches you need for each scenario, he'll apply them the next time, no questions asked.

﹙♡﹚he never complains, never ridicules, never gets annoyed when you cry.

﹙♡﹚if anything, he finds it endearing how easily you do so, how easily you cry and show your emotions, and how deeply your heart feels.

﹙♡﹚if you decide to show him what made you cry, you will see him trying his best to be empathetic.

﹙♡﹚“yes. that seems rather… tear-inducing, my love.” sigh. at least he makes you smile.

﹙♡﹚he is also very good at reading you, naturally. he knows when you might start crying based on your eyebrows, your lower lip, your body language.

﹙♡﹚and most of the time, he's already close to you, —when he is at home— watching you quietly until the tears start falling.

﹙♡﹚if you do cry over something serious, it'll break his heart too, and he'll always be there, waiting for you to need his warmth.

﹙♡﹚and even when you need some space to cry it out and relax, you'll always have his presence and his constant understanding, so when you finally reach out, he won't think twice before holding you.

[dreadedcornerrr]

Biker! Sukuna who is, to everyone's surprise, your best friend comes to pick you up from a party but somehow ends up bending you over his bike.

Ryomen Sukuna was nothing but trouble. He liked to live on the edge. Carefree, reckless and rash. But there was only one thing that kept him on the ground. Someone actually. 𝙔𝙤𝙪.

He was everything your parents warned you about and you were everything he swore to stay away from. But fate played its game and you two found your way to each other. You weren't lovers. No, not yet at least. But you were the only girl on campus who could drag Sukuna to a café whose theme was an absolute stigma to his reputation and the only one who could make him listen.

Sukuna wouldn't admit it, no, he'd like for the earth to tear apart and swallow him whole before he'd admit that he loved having you around. Loved listening to your silly rambles about whatever show you're obsessed with or the way you try to make him keep up with the college drama. He might not say it out loud but being around you kept him on the ground, a little away from the thrill he always needs to chase.

It all started in the most clichést way possible. You were his assigned partner in a project for the class you two shared. You were aware of each other's existence before that but never talked. The stupid project brought you two a little closer. You invited him to the library the day the project was assigned and immediately got to work, telling him what he needs to do and he must complete it before the deadline. It was only two weeks before the deadline after all. A week later, when he refused to update you on how his portion of the project was going on, making it clear that he hadn't even started, you had dragged him to a café nearby campus and made him do his part until it was time for the café to close down. The next day, surprisingly, he showed up to the café on his own, sat down beside you quietly and started doing the remainder of the work. You two submitted the project on time and even managed to score an A, which wasn't a surprise, you both were smart people. You thought that would be it. The project was done so you both would go back on your separate ways. As it should have been, but you never imagined how your separate paths would get tangled together. And now the most feared person on campus was beside you 24/7. Sukuna always acted nonchalant, as if your presence was neither a bother nor soothing . But everyone knew that you were the only one he now seeked in college. His “friends” saw the way his eyes seemed to soften just a little whenever you were around. And he felt the way his heart stumbled a little whenever you beamed at him or how his shoulders slumped when you labelled you both as “just friends”. Well, yeah, he hated that but he couldn't change it either. At least for now. For now he was content with just being around you.

Which is why he was now on his way to pick you up from a party at 1 in the morning. His phone had rung earlier when he was peacefully sleeping, the familiar ring tone he had set for your contact only. Music blared from your side and he was immediately sitting on the bed, a hoarse “Where are you?” escaped him, worried that you're out at this hour. Without him. Without any protection. He could give you a lecture on safety later on but getting to you was his priority right now. He was already on his feet and rushing to put his clothes on. “Hey, umm… I'm at this club downtown. Can you come get me? I'm trying to get the cab but it's not-” “On my way. Send me the location.” Your explanation was cut off by his gruff and firm tone, accompanied by the jingling of keys and slam of a door. He was already out. Your fingers fumbled over the screen as you sent him the location before pressing the phone back to your ear with a sigh. “I shouldn't have come. This is so stupid.” Your tone was coated with remorse as you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror. “What happened?” Sukuna was quick to ask, his earlier annoyance fading slightly. “Well these sorority girls, who I don't even know that well btw invited me to this party. I don't know why I agreed, it's not even fun.”

“You don't sound very drunk.” Sukuna casually stated, straddling his bike and thrusting the keys into the ignition switch, starting the bike with a kick. “Couldn't. You're not here to watch over me if I pass out.” You half teased, indirectly expressing your gratitude. “Not gonna lie, I still had a few. So I'm a little buzzed.”

“Tch, you're so….you sometimes.” Sukuna grunted in annoyance as he made his way towards your location, not hanging up even as he was on the bike. “Mhm. Thank you. Hang up now and get here soon. I'm feeling so suffocated in this bathroom” You grumbled while dismissing his taunt, slowly getting fed up with this place. “Yeah, keep yourself safe till I get there, idiot.” Sukuna huffed and then hung up the call, accelerating to get to you faster.

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It took him almost fifteen minutes to get to the club you are at, rushing to park his bike before getting off. Just when he was about to take his helmet off, his eyes fell on you and they immediately darkened at the sight. There you were, slumped against the club's exterior wall. But you weren't alone. Some rat-faced jerk had cornered you. His hands lingering on your arms as he leaned down to whisper something into your ear, you were looking down at the ground, clearly uncomfortable and hoping for Sukuna to come faster . Sukuna's blood boiled and he stormed towards you without any second thoughts. On getting closer, he could hear better, the utter nonsense that jerk was spouting. “Come on, darling. Surely you're alone. I could take you home. We could have so much fun, eh?” Oh he fucking wishes.

“Get the fuck away from her.” Sukuna's shadow loomed over both you and that jerk, voice as cold as ice but the jerk still had the audacity to turn around to face him with a scowl. “What is it to you, man? This one's mine. Go find someone else.” Oh well, he's so dead now.

“Yours?” Sukuna sneers in disgust, tilting his head to stare down at the rat face in front of him. He tries to control himself, for your sake. He really does. But there's only so much he could take. Before you knew it, his hand was fisting around the guy's collar and throwing him against the wall harshly. “Say that again. I fucking dare you.” He says while lifting his visor up to glare at the jerk who was now slumped against the wall, just like you were when Sukuna arrived. A sharp slap lands on your assaulter's cheek before Sukuna grabs his collar again and pushes him up against the wall. “Say it, you bastard. Run your fucking mouth. I'll fuck you up-”

“Sukuna!” Your hand tugged at his wrist and tried to pull him away from the guy. “That's enough. Stop it.” Sukuna, still agitated, reluctantly lets go of the other guy's collar but not before shoving him harshly on the ground. “You better count your fucking days.” Sukuna spat out while taking off his helmet as he looked down at the guy, slumped down on the wall, wincing.

You watched Sukuna take a few steps back from the guy, his hands curled into tight fists by his side. He hasn't calm down even a bit. Before the situation could escalate, you stepped in front of the guy, disgust evident in your tone “Don't think of doing this to another girl ever again, you jerk.” Then, with all your strength, you kicked him, right on his crotch, making sure to do some good damage. He yelped in agony and pressed down where you had kicked. You could hear Sukuna laugh behind you, mocking the loser while being proud of you. Unfortunately, you didn't have the courage to do that before, when he had cornered you, but right now with Sukuna right behind, you felt too strong to hesitate. “Let's go.” You turned to Sukuna with a sigh, leaving the guy near the trash can, right where he belonged and walked to the spot where he had parked the bike.

When you finally reached near his bike, Sukuna held your wrist and turned you around to face him. “You okay?” His hand caressed your cheek gently before tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. That was a first. He's never done that. But considering the situation he found you in, it probably made sense. “Mhm. I'm fine. You came at the right time. Thank you.” Your voice was soft, carrying that gratefulness he was beginning to get too familiar with. “Don’t worry about it.” His other hand hangs the helmet on the handlebars of his bike before it presses against the small of your back and subtly pushes you against him, forehead dropping against yours, making your breath hitch. “Are you hurt anywhere?” His voice is hushed. Too low, even for you. You finally lifted your gaze that was casted downwards to take a good look at him and his eyes softened. “No. All good.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Good.” He finally steps back, giving you the space to breathe. Then his eyes looked all over you, shining with a glint like he just noticed what you were wearing. You were wearing the classic black satin leau cabo dress with sheer black tights, the dress hugging all the places you liked to hide most of the time with your clothes. He smirks and places a hand on his bike, caging you in between. “Looking good. Looking reaaaal good.”

“Okay, now you're just making fun of me.” You shove him away with a roll of your eyes, hiding a smile. “Who? Me? No, never.” His chuckle sounds sinful and you're really wondering how his mood changed so soon. He was about to break that guy's bones just a few minutes ago and now he's standing here in front of you, laughing. Usually it takes him a good hour or so to even shrug off his irritation. Regardless, your lips curved into a smile too when your eyes met his.

“Let's go, I'll drop you home.” He says and you hum, turning around to face the bike and that's when his gaze falls on your back. Good lord, the dress was backless, held together by two sets of straps and (un)fortunately one of them on your lower back had come undone. He sighs, running a hand over his face, not knowing if he should thank whatever entity was watching over him for the opportunity or whether he was being teased by them. “Wait-” His breathy tone hits your ear as he takes a step towards you, now completely in your personal space.

You freeze upon feeling him behind you. Too close. Your heart thumps against your ribcage when one of his hands snakes around your waist, the other one curls on your nape and gently pushes you down on the seat, bending you over his customized matte black Kawasaki Ninja. Your palms flatten against the seat's fabric when his hand that was on your nape slowly starts gliding down your bare back. Cold fingertips brushed against your skin and your mind was running with thoughts. But none of them consisted of turning around and pushing him away. No. You knew him. You knew Sukuna. He would never do something he wasn't supposed to do to you. He wasn't like the guy who had thought you were vulnerable and cornered you against your will. He was far from it.

So the way his hands were lingering around your back did not feel wrong. Quite the opposite actually. No! you're just friends, you shouldn't feel this way. But why was something deep inside you craving more? He was so close, you could move just an inch back and you'd be pressed together. You wanted to do that. Even though you shouldn't. “Done.” The husky tone of his voice pulls you out of your thoughts as you feel the dress slightly tightening around you more.

Oh.

So he was just tying the straps.

You didn't even notice when it came undone to begin with. A stuttered breath escapes your lips when his both hands settle on the sides of your waist and straighten you up. You slowly turn around to face him, the questions bubbling just on the top of your throat but you couldn't ask. He definitely did not need to bend you over his bike just to tie your dress. And the way his hands roamed around? As if he was mapping around, trying to familiarize himself with the feel of your skin. No, it wasn't just nothing. Not for you.

Sukuna however looks unmoved, like nothing happened. Like he didn't just awake something inside you and then abandoned it. He says nothing, just reaches under the rear seat and takes out your helmet for you. Places it on your head and secures the chinstrap before pulling down the visor. You're left more speechless when he wears his own helmet and gets on the bike without any word. When you don't follow his pursuit, he turns to look at you with a raised eyebrow “Do you need help getting on?” He muses in a low teasing tone, the glint in his eyes was so dangerous that it makes you quickly shake your head and straddle the bike with your hands on his shoulder for support.

The ride back home was silent and long, not from the distance but from the tension simmering between you two. He stops in front of your apartment and it takes everything in you to pretend everything was normal. You got off and almost asked him if he wanted to come up. Almost.

And Sukuna bids you farewell like he wasn't dying to have you in his arms, just have a feel of you once again. Like he wouldn't do anything to get one taste of you. He begrudgingly starts his bike and rides away before he did something you wouldn't want. Something that would cross the line.

That night you slept with the feeling of his hands still on your body and Sukuna laid awake on his bed like not being by your side was a curse. It was.

[sparks-and-smoke]

Sorry to bother you! I didn't see anywhere about requests/ideas, so fell free to ignore this if I'm overstepping! I loved your CEO!AU story! I was wondering if you'd ever write about the first time they met? Like was it her walking into the interview and him immediately being like "yes. her.", or was it more of a slow falling for him? Was he able to be his suave self or was he nervous? Or maybe how Jake was insistent that she was the one who had to be hired even though he still had a few more people to interview? I really want to know what you think! No pressure to write this!

A Simple Mistake

HI! Hello lovely! You are totally fine I love asks. Thank you for stopping by and letting me talk more about the little gremlins in my brain!!!

Jake and Sugar had a fairly unremarkable starts. She was hired at the same time as a few other employees, he thought she was cute and qualified. He actually started her as a front desk assistant for the office but she very quickly proved she was too good for that…

A/N: this was written on my phone and not beta read. We die like men….

You have only been working at Topgun Aviation for a month or so. It wasn’t that bad. Sure your boss was a finicky perfectionist. But as long as you brought in coffee when prompted and answered phone in a timely manner he tended to leave you alone.

No the problem wasn’t with your job itself or the CEO you worked so closely with. Your problem was with your co worker… Angela.

You tried to be a girls girl. God bless you really had. You never commented when she flirted with the CFO Mr Bradshaw, or and didn’t really care what office siren attire she chose to wear. If she wanted to snag a rich man in this job honestly, get it. But, you did need her to carry her weight around the office. Cause while you didn’t like to complain about your work load, and it wasn’t as if you couldn’t handle it on your own. The messes you were cleaning up behind Angie were getting a little ridiculous.

“I’m baaack, you can all stop crying now.” She crooned as she rolls into the office with matchas and lunch in tow.

“Honestly? Perfect! I’m starving. What did you get?”

“Ummm…” she stares down at the bag like she didn’t just pick it up. “Salads from the Thai fusion place boss likes…”

You lean on your hand and quickly grow bored of waiting for her to complete her thought. “Four seasons bistro?”

“Yeah, that one.”

Stifling a sigh you shake your head at her ditziness. You knew Angela was young, younger than you. And that this was one of her first jobs after college so you cut her slack. But god that girls memory needs some work.

*She’s just not fully ripe yet.* you tell yourself as you take the box from her and it’s a grateful smile.

With a deep sigh you settle down and enjoy your lunch. Digging in with vigor. Crunchy cabbage and kale with pops of basil and green onion and … peanuts.

Shit. Didn’t she say she got them all the same salads? That was a big oversite, a big fucking over site. Dripping your fork you stand up to try and see where Angie was in the office. You glance over just in time to see her blonde head duck into Jake’s office.

Goddamnit.

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Jake had been just looking over some papers when Angela came sauntering into his office. He wasn't annoyed or surprised to see her, she had a bad habit of popping in just as he's working.

"Evening Ang." He greets her with a slight smile, his eyes flickering up from his work. "To what do I owe the pleasure."

She gives him a coy smile and leans forward on his desk, giving him a good view down her shirt. "I was her to bring you lunch.”

Jake raises a brow. Leaning back in his chair. “I didn’t ask for lunch…”

Angie beamed, pretty pink lips pulled wide almost preening at herself. “I love as try to take initiative like you asked.

“Ahh I see. Well, what’d ya get me.”

She smiles, straightening up and bouncing on her toes, proud of herself.

"I went to that little bistro you like." She purrs running her nail along his suit jacket. "And I got you the special. Your favorite."

Jake can't help but smirk at her attempt at flirting. It's almost cute, if not so painfully transparent. He leans back a little more, putting some distance between them.

"How thoughtful." He says dryly. Sliding the matcha and salad across his desk toward himself. He takes a sip of the drink, too sweet but he’ll let it slide.

As Jake goes to open his box his office door flies open with yet another uninvited guest. The front office girl. The one with the cut smile that make the coffee right… damn it what was her name.

“Sir please don’t eat that!” You plead, a hand reaching out to snatch the box from him

Jake pauses with the takeout box halfway open, raising an eyebrow at you as you burst into his office. His expression shifts from amused confusion to slight irritation - he *hates* being interrupted mid-task.

"Excuse me?" He sets the box down deliberately, green eyes sharpening like a predator spotting weakness. "Care to explain why I shouldn't eat the lunch Angela so thoughtfully brought me?"

The emphasis on Angela's name drips with sarcasm. Meanwhile, Angie stiffens beside him, her manicured nails digging into her own salad box as she glares at you. You can practically hear her mental scream of *how dare you ruin this for me.*

But Jake’s already noticed your flushed cheeks, the way your chest rises too fast from sprinting here - and that flicker of real panic in your eyes isn’t about office politics. His smirk fades just slightly.

"...There's peanuts in it." You explain, refusing to shrink under his gaze.

His jaw ticks once before he shuts the takeout box with a snap and slides it toward Angela without looking at her. “You're dismissed." The tone leaves zero room for negotiation—even Angie knows better than to pout right now. Though she tries for exactly 2 seconds before fleeing.

Now alone with you, Jake leans back in his chair and folds his arms... but there's something almost soft in how he studies your face when he thinks you won't notice him looking too closely—the way people do when they're equal parts annoyed and reluctantly impressed by someone else’s competence..

He exhales sharply through his nose—half exasperated laugh , half resignation .

“So tell me Sugar , how exactly did my secretary forget my allergy- ” A beat . “ But somehow… you didn't.”

Fiddling with the fork in your hand you struggle to hold that spring green gaze. Peridot and sunshine, with a cutting edge that might have made a lesser woman fumble. But you take a deep breath and explain. “I saw the EpiPen in your drawer the other day when you handed me the mail. And I remembered someone mentioning there was no peanut butter allowed in the office… so I put two and two together…. Sir.”

That earns you a slow, dangerous smile—the kind that makes his dimples appear but doesn't reach his eyes.

"So my assistant can't remember if she dropped off my dry cleaning or not..." He drums his fingers once on the desk. "...But you memorized my medical history after one glance in a drawer."

There's no mistaking the warmth creeping into his tone now, even as he shakes his head like you're some impossible puzzle. He reaches for the intercom without breaking eye contact—a silent dare for you to stop him—and presses the button for HR before drawling:

"Yeah, cancel Angela’s transfer paperwork… Seems we’ve already got someone more… attentive handling her responsibilities." A beat. "Permanently."

His thumb lifts from the button, but he keeps staring at you like he's waiting to see if you'll flinch at this unspoken promotion (or how red your cheeks get when he leans forward just slightly).

"...You drink coffee black or with sugar?"

[tsams-and-co-memes]

Uhhhhh yeah, hi. Idk where this came from, but my brain was gracious enough to let me write something for the first time in months, so. I'm not complaining. I haven't written in so long that I forgot my own writing style though, send help

Summary: Chica tries to flirt with Flare (NOT EAPS SOLAR FLARE). Somehow it results in him verbally ripping into her, which.... she wasn't expecting at all. She gets him to explain why he's been so touchy lately, and his reason isn't even remotely close to what she expected

Slight angst warning. Also mentions of things that happened in canon TSAMS lore. Nothing huge, but still

"Heeeeeeey, Flare-bear."

Feeling a familiar set of arms wrap around him from behind, Flare sighs. ".....Good evening, Chica. Do you need something?"

Chica hummed, resting her chin on his shoulder and paying no mind to the way that some of Flare's rays automatically retracted to avoid jabbing her. "Not particularly. I was charging with the others, but I guess my battery was still pretty full, so I finished charging and woke up, and now I can't go back to sleep. I figured I'd come talk to you."

"I see." Flare falls silent for a moment, then continues. "Is there a reason why you couldn't go back to sleep?"

She shrugs, pressing up against his back as she absentmindedly draws shapes on his chest with her fingertips. "Nah. Not that I can think of, at least." There's a pause, before she lightly picks at his neck ruffles and adds. "....Am I allowed to say that the fact that there's a hottie in the pizzeria is what's keeping me up?"

Flare deadpans, then sighs softly. "....No. Not allowed."

Chica playfully pouts, not at all serious and only attempting to get a reaction from the normally stoic jester. "Awe, why not? You're hot. I'm not afraid to say it. The only hot people here are taken... except for you. I don't see you with a girlfriend."

She catches herself and adds, "Or boyfriend. Or partner. Whatever you're into, I guess." The chicken suddenly has a realization. "...Actually, what ARE you into? You've never shown an interest in anyone."

He pinches the space between his eyes, taking a deep breath before he gingerly untangles himself from Chica's arms, stepping away and then turning to fully face her. "It doesn't matter. I don't see why you're so interested all of a sudden."

Chica shrugs again, humming and giving him a small, flirtatious smile. "Because I'd like to know what your type is. And if... maybe I could be your type."

Flare stares at her in silence for a moment, then sighs heavily. "I don't know what 'my type' is. No one's piqued my interest yet. Not enough for me to consider romantically pursuing them. Ideally, I suppose I'd lean more toward someone honest, genuine, and kind; who also has a functioning brain, a strong moral compass, and can hold their own, if the situation calls for it."

He hesitates for a few seconds, before the memory of something flickers in his mind, and he decides to be a tiny bit impulsive. ".....I'm not sure what my type is yet, but I can say with the utmost confidence that I'm not interested in you."

Chica arches an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest and gesturing vaguely with her hand, as if signaling that she wants Flare to explain what he means. Flare sees this and steps back away from her, his brows furrowing. "....Chica. I'm not sure if I should go into any explanations here. If I do, there's a chance that I may say something hurtful. Unlike...... some people," he briefly glances in the direction of the managers' office, then in the direction of the arcade, "I try to be aware of other people's feelings. Even if mine are somewhat limited at the moment, I still try to ensure that I don't cross and un-crossable lines. I'm trying to be nice."

Chica waves off his concerns, smiling slightly. "You worry too much, Flare-bear. I'm a big girl. I can handle whatever comes out of your mouth, so lay it on me."

Flare stares at her, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly with skepticism, before he relents, well aware that she has no intentions of dropping this conversation unless she's satisfied with it. "Fine, I suppose. If you insist."

The jester takes a moment to think over his wording, trying to have as much tact as possible. Realizing that some of what he's about to say would be hard to say with any tact at all in the first place, he decides to simply go for it. "You're a good friend to Roxanne, and to NovaFrost. Even to Freddy, despite how.... strange he can be sometimes. You're strong, you speak your mind, and physically? You're conventionally attractive. However..... You're also impulsive. You disregard the concerns of others when you're doing something you shouldn't be, you're judgmental, you're a gossip, you're rude, and you're a bit of a hypocrite. Physically, you may be attractive, but you have one of the ugliest personalities I've ever seen. For me, that's a deal breaker. I have never been more turned off by someone's personality than I have been by yours thus far."

Chica's brows lift in surprise, and she's noticeably stunned, having not expected the majority of what Flare had just said to her. She opens her mouth to speak, but he holds up a finger, effectively silencing her. Her brows furrow and she frowns, suddenly hit by an unexpected wave of dread.

"Let's talk about Sun." Flare starts, his expression gradually hardening. "From what I know, you were quite flirtatious with him, back when you two first met and you were still adjusting to working together. You claimed the label 'pansexual' in reference to yourself, stating that you only cared about people's personalities in the context of romance and relationships; that that was why you liked Sun. Because even if he wasn't complete eye candy, he made you laugh, and you liked that. I don't know your thoughts and feelings about everything all the time, which is probably a good thing, so I need you to clarify something for me."

He takes a step closer to Chica, leaning in close and only stopping when the space between their faces was reduced to inches. Despite the way his rust-colored eyes began to glow, giving off a warm light, his gaze was anything but warm. In fact, it was piercing. He lowers his voice, speaking softly. "If everything you said was true, when why did you react to Sun like he was a disgusting insect of some sort, when he showed up here for the first time without his rays? Those were stolen from him in a very cruel manner, one that I am still seething over, and instead of reacting to him normally, you literally screamed and ran away. I don't care that it might've been jarring. You overreacted, and you were cruel. Explain to me why you thought it was ok to behave like that."

Chica's face suddenly felt much warmer than before upon being called out for her behavior, and she hesitates for a moment, then shrugs. "I, um...."

"...You weren't thinking, were you? Of course not. You never do." Flare scoffs and steps back, shaking his head. "Why did I even bother asking?"

He turns and begins to walk away without another word, leaving Chica stunned. Sure, he could be blunt, but he'd never been outright mean to anyone. This was completely new territory, and she wasn't sure what to do with it. Should she apologize? No, she hadn't done anything to Flare, so an apology wouldn't make sense. Should she apologize to Sun? Probably. Forgiveness wasn't guaranteed, though. Not with how things between him and Moon had been, and how undoubtedly stressed and frustrated he was.

Shaking her head, Chica trails along after Flare. "Hey, no, hold on. Stop for a second, Flare."

Sighing heavily, Flare stops, but chooses not to look at the chicken following behind him. "What, Chica?"

She regards him with concern, reaching out to him but stopping just before her hand could make contact with his arm. "....Are you ok? You were fine for a while, and you weren't ever needlessly mean. You were always pretty chill. Ever since that big fight between the bosses, though, you've been.... more tense. You seem mad, too. The bosses' fight didn't have anything to do with you that I know of, so.... why? What's going on with you?"

There's a moment of silence, before Flare sighs heavily. "Chica, I really don't think I want to get into it. If I do, it might make me even more agitated."

She furrows her brows, gently touching his arm. "Flare.... It's ok. You can talk to me about it. I can handle it if you get snippy, and I promise that whatever you say will stay between us, if it's really that serious."

Flare hesitates, his gaze lowering to the floor. "....I have been.... angry lately. At Moon. At Molten. Sometimes at Solar and Monty. Sometimes at you and the others in this pizzeria. More often than not though, it's at Moon. It's because.... I knew a Sun and Moon, once. They were my brothers. They fought sometimes, but it was never as bad as it is here. My family was close. Everything was fine one moment, then the next...."

He trails off, momentarily closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as his rays slowly flatten, conveying distress. Flare clears his throat, then murmurs, "....This Moon doesn't know how good he has it. He's at the center of a loving family. This Sun has been with him through thick and thin, but.... Suns can only handle so much. Moon won't know or appreciate what he's got until it's gone."

Chica listens quietly, unsure what to say. She gently places a hand on Flare's back, trying to offer some form of support even if it was a tad bit awkward. Very softly, Flare mumbles under his breath. "...This Sun is good. He has his moments, but he's still mostly good. His family isn't mine. He and his siblings aren't the family I was a part of, but I've grown to care about them. I just.... I lost one family already. I don't want to lose another."

[kalosian-woods]

I've been wondering actually about your pokemon headcanons for the gang... If you are willing to share some...

Heliolisk: Is very attuned to time! As a little Helioptile it meant that he tends to visit certain spots at certain times of the day, holding his own schedule. Nowadays, it means keeping others to a schedule, which can be handy in some situation and slightly bossy in others.

Emolga: The true beast of the Gym lol. Motor Drive + Energy Ball + Air Slash + Electro Ball sweep (I am not a VGC user). But only if he's actually there to battle with lol.

Magneton: Actually does get very curious and interested in what others are doing, but can't really switch attention spans so easily. Gets stuck doing the same thing again and again until their initiative or realises there is no net postive change, then is finally able to do something else. Only thing that can draw them to someplace quickly is an electrical field.

Bunnelby: Very observant of others fighting styles or the way that they use their moves. It also means that he sometimes can tell when others are close to evolving, although that’s a secret he won’t tell unless the certain Pokémon wants to talk about it.

Froakie: He blushes way too easily, and it’s far too noticeable for him. His actual relief when being a Greninja meant that he could cover his face! (Don’t tell him about the fins)

Fletchling: As a Talonflame, shedding makes him more emotional. He doesn’t understand why! He should be stronger with every new growth of feathers, but instead he’s gentle and kinder and gets more sleepier than usual. It’s annoying but ultimately harmless (except to his ego) that’s all.

Dedenne: Actually older than what most people and Pokémon give credit for! Just that with all the sleeping and Fairy-typing, his kind tends to live longer than most Pokémon their size + don’t really age while sleeping, so still technically a baby. But there’s a lot of power that comes with being on this earth heh.

Fennekin: Has a habit of gnawing on her wand as a Braixen, especially when deep in thought. Is actually very touch-orientated as is, especially after evolution, which may have been why the broken wand incident was very… painful to her (there were actually a load of issues that that but feeling the grooves where her teeth had pieced it and claws had gripped it was a memory that it sorely missed).

Chespin: Got flipping down to a T. Don’t question the very many occasions of being unceremoniously thrown, dropped from a tall height, lost grip on a tree, or got stuck to the ground because of his spines. He’s a natural at rolling too and curling up into a perfect ball while sleeping sometimes but that’s just easy stuff.

Hawlucha: Can tell what surface he is touching with his eyes closed. What type of tree, the soil, fabrics… wait why does he know fabrics? Anyways, likes to observe Serena making costumes as well and has very opinionated tastes in Showcases. These are not related facts.

Pancham: Actually travelled around watching people and Showcases before being found where he was. He ended up trying props after seeing some of the Theme rounds and usually watched from the vents, trying and failing to get in through other ways and plotting his own grand entrance (to see if it was as magnificent as it seemed). The day that the gang visited was the one day where he was sucessful in actually breaking in.

Luxio: Based on Natures, would have a Lonely one. Used to blame that fact after Clem left and stuck to it fiercely afterwards when warding people away from the underground equipment/stores. Now just understands that she just prefers chilling on her own to 'recharge her batteries', so to speak. Still likes to stay next to others or keep an eye out though, so maybe that's not entirely all there is to her.

Goomy: As a Sliggoo ended up having to rely on other senses to get by, with the whole devolved eyes and all. Got very aquainted with everyone's voices, other sounds, and smell (and taste but let's not get into that).

Noibat: Has periods where she gets non-verbal (usually after a big cry session or after going through a lot of emotions). Hawlucha matches her silences alongside with her, while Talonflame fills it with lots of talking and gestures. She appreciates the gesture and usually ends up playing with the others anyways, and after a while speaks her mind again when she feels ready to.

Eevee: Was a born and raised wild Pokemon. Well, self-raised. Seeing any strange Pokemon or people in general scared her, but she enjoys her own space in the meadow and never really had much reason to leave it. Her dance is a fluid movement that she's made herself after years of experimentation, and she still likes adding or trying out new varients to see if it can be even more fun! That's how she spends her days, anyways.

[puzzledboi]

lmao, looking at old headcanons i made on this blog 7 years ago is making me realize that even tho i haven't actively written him since 2019, yuugi has somehow grown with me despite having been a dormant muse. even tho i've been roleplaying since 2011, ygo was the first fandom i tried out indie rp for ( and actually the first animated thing i rp'd as well ), and in the many years since then i've grown as a writer in many ways, and i approach the way i write muses differently than what i did when i first picked up yuugi as a muse. because now i look at those old headcanons or random ooc posts talking about him and i just cringe a little. not because i disagree with everything i said, but a good chunk of it i just look at now and just go ".... yeah, no, that's not him."

[blujayonthewing]

me, constantly: one of the most frustrating things about playing for this DM is that he clearly just wants to have things happen to the characters without anyone ever questioning why

me to this DM, explaining felix: his entire thing as a character is that whenever anything happens he wants to find out as much information as possible about what's going on and why

me about his backstory: so my concept is that Something happened to him and he doesn't have any information about it so he's desperate to find out what exactly happened and why

DM: okay here's what I was thinking we'd do for your backstory: you went to this place seeking this group and talked to this person there and then, immediately after that, Something Happened. like, very obviously directly connected to that person and their group, which you already know about, and whom you'd obviously already know exactly how to find again if you wanted to get more information on what (else) exactly happened and why

[aeide-thea]

like i guess re pronouns i think also like. many of us (trans/gnc/~gender-diverse~ people) are going to feel differently from one another and that diversity of thought is both inevitable and important

but there is a way in which, as with the question of whether you can group nonbinary people into 'people functionally includable in lesbian attraction' and 'people functionally includable in gay male attraction,' there's this process where like. there's an attempt to expand beyond the traditional framing and create more space for people, and then when that attempt runs up against cissexism and gets gummed up in some of the ways that article describes, you get people going, 'you know what, actually the really queer thing is to stop trying to expand mainstream culture into something that can accommodate queerness and just exist in a totally unspoken way,' and like. it's not that i don't get where that reaction is coming from, or that i totally disagree with it—as my one transfem ex said, the best days are the ones where you don't have to actively make a case for, or even really think about, your own gender!—but like. funny how that approach in certain ways ends up looking (and more to the point feeling) pretty indistinguishable from just. subsiding right back into the underbelly of the cistem…

[scare-ard--sleigh]

ohhhhhhhhhh my goddddddddd and now the fucking t*ble t*nnis guy is passive aggressively up my ass : \

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than sickness

Lost Caverns of Ixalan is coming out on Arena tomorrow and I've avoided looking up any spoilers, aside from a few individual cards I stumbled across that didn't have any reminder text, so I have no idea what the new mechanics are. I looked up a list of the NAMES of the mechanics on the mtg fandom wiki, and I decided to make mechanics based on those names to see how close I get and also because it's fun.

Also I made this card for the descend mechanic at first but I didn't like the mechanic. How dare WotC make such a parasitic mechanic, they should really hire better designers smh. Also I realized that craft would probably be more interesting with artifacts that have tap abilities.

[lucenra]

The Favorite

𝓟airing ↳ Saja Boys X Manager!F!Reader

𝓘𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 .. you’re their favorite human. (HEADCANNONS)

𝓦arnings .. no warnings !

𝓐uthor's note .. Hello i love da saja boys 🤤🤤

— You were in their dressing room, writing stuff down on your clipboard as they were getting touch ups.

“Urgh– N/N, can you help me please?” You heard Baby struggle. You subtly rolled your eyes and walked over to him. He was tugging at his collar like it was choking him, fidgeting with the top button. You waited patiently until he stopped, then reached out and unbuttoned it for him. He then smiled at you and said thank you. You just gave him a look and walked away.

— Another time was when they were at their building late at night. They had just gone on break, so they were taking every opportunity they could get.

Mystery decided to cook ramen noodles as an offering to you—since you were always the one offering to cook for them. He didn’t realize how hot the pot was and ended up touching the outside of it. He hissed in pain and quickly called you over. You sighed and inspected his hands, trying to find the burn. You literally didn’t see anything, but he pointed to where it hurt, so you kissed it and gently rubbed the spot.

“Is that better?”

He stopped pouting and smiled. “Thank you, N/N.”

All the other members were jealous that he basically got kissed by you. Romance then walked over to the pot and pretended to burn his finger too, hoping for a kiss as well. But you knew exactly what he was doing, so you just went back to the couch to finish your movie.

— They loved teasing you. Especially Romance. He knew how good he can flirt with all the girls, so he takes advantage of it and tries to make you fold. ( Spoiler alert, you never give in. )

— Jinu might just be the most normal one in the group. He’s quiet, charming, nice to you sometimes, and he acts like a real human.

— They might annoy you all the time, but they’re quick to defend or protect you.

One time, they were on VLive when someone left a comment about you, calling you a “pick me” and saying you needed to quit.

Mind you, the VLive was being managed from your phone– because none of the boys knew how a phone actually worked, or even had one anymore, since they kept managing to break theirs.

As soon as they saw the comment, they jumped to your defense. Mystery shot a dirty look at the camera after reading it. “What even is a pick me? Whatever it is, you’re probably one,” Abby said. “Yeah, don’t come into our live just to talk shit about our perfect manager,” Baby added. “Who was talking shit about our manager?” Romance asked, snapping back to reality. “Stop with these negative comments. That’s not nice,” Jinu chimed in.

You had to quickly end the live and remind them that they can’t curse, it could cause a scandal.

They ended up apologizing afterward.

— They hated how their group was portrayed, they were demons for fucks sake, why were they singing about a drink and doing ‘aeygo’?

“What are these bright colors?”

“Aegyo? What’s that?”

“I can’t learn this dance.”

“What are these stage names? Wha– mine is Baby?!”

“You’re telling me I have to do cute poses..”

“Yeah, I'm not doing that.”

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ it's sticky, toshi... ❞

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : you help ushijima finally realize that he's got a breeding kink

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...cw : u. wakatoshi x fem!reader, dirty talk, messy and wet, teasing, marathon sex, pet names, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy, ushijima can't stop cumming

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...lunar's note : haikyuu save me, save me ushijima wakatoshi, SAVE ME !! anyways hi i spent 150$ on ushijima merch yesterday and i don't regret it, so say hello to my haikyuu phase coming back !!!

ushijima having a breeding kink isn't a surprise to you at all.

what is surprising is how long it takes for him to figure it out.

sure, at first it wasn't clear, but after being with him for so long, you quickly pick up on whenever he'd mutter in your ear as he slid his stupidly big cock inside of you, saying how badly he wished he could cum inside of you instead in the condom.

afterwards, he's so focused on cleaning you up and making sure you felt good and satisfied, you don't get a chance to question him on it. not that you were complaining, ushijima is so cute when he's asking if you need anything and constantly reminds you to get up and go use the bathroom.

it's even cuter when he realizes you can't walk.

"ah. i'm sorry, i didn't realize how hard i went...here, let me help."

eventually, you to suggest things to ushijima, trying to test out the waters with him.

you start by just asking if he’d want to fuck you without the condom, what he thought about cumming inside, even jokingly saying you’d make him a dad one day.

but it seems like that last part was swimming around his head for a while...he can't get the thought of you getting chubby and round with his kid out of your head. and knowing he'd be able to take care of you all the time? that thought alone made him shiver a little.

what can he say, he loves doting on you more than anything.

however, you aren't expecting the way he reacted weeks after dealing with your teasing and questioning, fueling the thoughts swirling inside his head.

"toshi, if you ever cum inside me, you should set it as your phone background! actually, wait, no, because what if your teammates see it..."

"..."

"mm, maybe a video instead? ooh, yeah, i want a video of you cumming in me then pullin' out so i can see it spill out, toshtosh, would you do that f' me?"

he doesn't reply and doesn't give you a chance to comment again. the visual you painted in his mind just too much for him.

next thing you know, ushi's got you folded in half on the bed, making sure you feel every drag of his stupidly fat cock against your hot gummy walls. he's pulling out to just the tip before slamming back inside you, groaning each time you let out a whimper of his name or squeeze down on him.

"toshi, t-toshi! h-hoohmygod, please, baby, c-calm down, 'm sorry f' teasin', oh my goddd...!"

you're so fucking wet and noisy, he wants to make you be quiet because he feels like your going to make him cum too fast but he'd never ever do it as the thought of not being able to hear you is painful.

he's lost track of time, your cunt making him brainless as he pumps his cock in and out of you as he groans your name, one of his hands pinning your arms to your back while the other presses your head into the pillows.

"s-shhh, honey, let...let me make you feel good, y're so loud..."

it's so fucking messy and sloppy, his cum is dripping out of your tight pussy from how many times he’s emptied his load into you, but he still isn’t stopping, no, he can't. it’s leaking from between your thighs, leaving a milky white sheen on his dick, dripping down onto the bedsheets.

"m-mmh, nooo, toshi, don' wanna be quiet, i-i wan' you to hear how good you make me feel, baby," you purr between moans, knowing that your voice was enough to get him off. the throb of his dick inside of you told you that you were right.

“i...i thought 'bout fucking you like this all day, during practice…that i’d fuck you full of my cum, get it so deep inside you," he mutters with a grunt, moving his hands off you so he could drape himself over your back.

"f-fuck, everyone knew something was off, kageyama kept asking me if-if was okay, how 'm i 'posed to tell him my pretty little honey is waiting at home for me to fill them with my cum?”

with an affirming coo, you manage to tilt your head to the side to look over your shoulder, wanting to see how ushijima is holding up and god, the sight is so sinful.

ushijima's dripping in sweat, his bottom lip swollen and puffy from his teeth digging into it. his fluffy hair is messy and sticking to his damp forehead, and his eyes are shut, squeezing in pleasure when the head of his cock brushed against that sweet spot just right, making your cunt spasm around him.

but his eyes keep opening to see the mess between the both of you. each thrust causes his cum to spill out around him, loud, wet squelches filling the bedroom. and it's only fueling his need to fill you up again, and again, and again, until he can’t anymore.

ushijima can’t stop himself, flipping you over onto your back and folding you into a mating press and, god, he's so fucking happy he did. the way you sob his name, your nails clawing at his back as you cry in pleasure about how much deeper he is now driving him insane.

“t-toshi, cum in me, please, wanna make you a daddy, please.”

“I know, baby, I’ll give you all of it, fuck you full of cum until you can’t take anymore.”

fuck, he’s so loud, he sounds so good. ushi's deep, drawn out groans and pants of your name making you go dizzy, his big hands squeezing your waist tightly each time your hands tug at his hair.

“mm, fuck, that’s right, take all my cum, look at you, so good, can you take more? let...let me cum in you again, baby, you promised you’d make me a daddy, right? i-i need to make sure it sticks.”

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[lambilegs]

getting acquainted with the dildo: attempt #1

contains: sevika teaching reader how to suck the strap, dry humping (reader doing it on sev's thigh), friends with (resolved, thank god) tension, slight humiliation kink, a bit of a spit kink, teasing, inexperienced reader, implied age gap (both reader and sevika are adults), sevika calls reader "kiddo" teasingly, reader's body is referred to w/ the following terms: "pussy," "clit," "cunt"

when you tell sevika that you've never used a strap-on before, you nearly beg some higher force to let the ground swallow you whole. you two have been friends forever, but lately, it's undeniable that some sort of molten desire has been pooling at the center of what you have. maybe it was always there, and had just been in denial. but, it's undeniably present now, impossible to ignore, thick and heavy in the air, lining every interaction with a sort of hot lava.

and it's made confessions like this, ones filled with sexual secrecy and exposed desires, carry a lot more weight than they did prior. you're pretty much confiding in a woman who you're aching to have sex with about just how much experience she should and shouldn't expect of you. it's way more vulnerable, and it feels like you're spoiling her prematurely by peeling away sexual secrets that in a different circumstance, one with just regular dating, she would've discovered on her own in the context of wanting to have sex with you. but, doing it in a friendship, when you don't even know for sure what she feels, is more uncertain. it's farther away from the line of actual romance and desire, and therefore feels risker to admit. because if your inexperience deters her, maybe she'll easily dismiss and rid herself of any attraction she might've once harboured for you, since it'd be simpler to as just friends.

so, to say the least, you're scared when confessing this secret to her.

at least, that's until you see the way her lip curls up when, while laying on her couch, you confess that you're nervous about one day using the strap due to never having done it before. she seems equal parts intrigued and amused by the revelation. from where she sits, picking at one of the screws in her arm, she asks, tone low, steady, "well, do you feel ready?"

"I don't know." you stare up at the ceiling, for the thought of maintaining eye contact through this conversation is a bit too unnerving for your liking. "I mean, I'm sure everyone feels... not ready when they start using it, right?"

she shrugs. "maybe. to a degree. but, you don't need to push yourself if it really scares you." her voice has turned tentative, face absent of the initial mischief. with the way she angles herself away from you, it seems that she's somewhat uncomfortable with giving such earnest advice.

"thanks for the sex-ed," you laugh, trying to ease the mood some.

"well, considering I've actually worn the strap and you've barely touched it, you could use all the advice you can get."

you try not to visibly tense up at the casually tossed comment. you knew sevika has used a strap, of course you did. you've been at her apartment enough times to catch sight of her lube or dildos (because, yes she has several) scattered about. but, god, the idea of it taut on her pelvis, ready to be used to pump into you, has your thighs tightening.

"well, then, oh-wise-one, what would be your advice?"

she shrugs, avoiding your gaze for a few seconds before saying, "getting acquainted with it. with things like sucking, touching, you know."

"sucking?"

"yeah." the corner of her lip quirks up as she raises an eyebrow at you. "never done that either?"

you feel your face warm, feeling awfully pathetic under her pointed gaze, years of experience behind it. "no." you groan, swiping a hand across your face. "god, I'm gonna be so horrible at it when I first do it."

"then, practice."

you scoff. "with who?"

"by yourself?" she drawls, casting you an incredulous look as though she aims for you to question your own stupidity.

you huff, turning away. "I can't do it on my own, how will I know if I'm even doing it right?"

"then, I don't know," she sighs exasperatedly, lighting her cigar. "someone you trust, I guess. someone who wants their dick wet."

"the only person I know who wants to get their dick wet is you," you snap, a petulant part of you hoping you can embarrass her as much as she does with you.

her lips wrap around the tip of the cigar, that scar on the bottom one seeming to deepen. it's almost entrancing, hooking your eyes in and leaving you resistant to its power.

you only snap out of the spell when she says, "is that your way of asking for it to be me?"

the words have your lips parting before you can force them shut. what the fuck is that supposed to mean? you're well-aware of the tension that's been there between you two, of course you are. but, you never imagined that sevika would actually initiate anything. sure, she's flirted here and there, and you're convinced she's started purposely mentioning stopping at babette's for the sole purpose of making you jealous (after all, she always has such a shit-eating grin whenever you fidget or glare at her in response). but, still, it's never amounted to an actual offer, an actual step over the threshold between friendship and, well, something else.

you know it's the more responsible decision to say no, and shut this down before things get complicated. or at least until you clear up whatever it is you guys consider yourselves to be in relation to each other, and if it's something that carries as much emotion to her as it does to you.

but, part of you wants to give into the throb between your legs, the thick tension crackling in the air, the way her gaze is resting on you calmly, as though debating whether or not she should pounce. and god, you want her to, itching with curiosity as to what she'd say if you teased back.

and so, you do. "why, are you offering?"

you get a world of satisfaction from the way she coughs at the question, puffs of smoke blowing from her mouth as she roughly clears her throat. beneath it all, though, is a very apparent underbelly of nerves in your stomach, tingling in anticipation for her answer.

when she finally sets the stupid thing down, giving her lungs a well-deserved break, she says, "why, do you want me to?"

you grit your teeth, a spark of irritation set aflame from this back-and-forth. you wish she could treat you with the courage she does anyone else, just answering your question then sweeping you off your feet with no action required of you. but, no, she just has to be cautious, and hesitant, and sweet. today, of all times.

you sigh. you suppose it's on you to end this game. your chest is tight with anxiety, the words about to roll off your tongue heavy and filled with consequence. but, you push through, anyways. if you remain vague, she will too. if you say no, you may lose your chance with her for god knows how long. so, the only option is: "fine, yes."

immediately, regret weighs upon you, sinking down into your guts. you shift, eyes pointed down to your knees, trying not to panic, when a small huff meets your ears.

it's sevika. sevika chuckling.

your eyes tentatively raise up to her, nails digging into the plush of the cushioned seat you're on. her small, endearing gap flashes as she shakes her head slowly, her laughter sounding split between amused and incredulous, bordering on a scoff.

you feel nearly glued to your spot when her eyes finally rest upon you, the grey shine in them wrapping around you and pulling, pulling and pulling.

she leans back in her couch, spreading her legs out. "well, then, hop on, kiddo."

and that's how you wind up on her thigh, her arm wrapped around your torso as you fist at the fabric taut over her broad shoulders. her mechanic hand squeezes into the silicone balls of a dildo, eyes stuck on your lips as she traces the tip over them. your breaths are heaving with anticipation as she strokes the head along the inside plush of your lips, getting the bulb of it wet and slick with your spit. the experience is exhilarating, for you know she's capable of going harder than this, of fucking your throat raw. but, no, she wants to take her time with you, draw out every drop and dribble of pleasure for the both of you.

"who knew you had it in you?" she muses with a raspy laugh.

before you can even speak to protest, she slides the entire head in, capturing your voice and transforming it into a broken, wanton moan of surprise. her eyes practically gleam at that, and she slides the dildo out of your mouth's confines with a pop before sliding the tip back in. your lips latch on automatically, hugging around the head and letting it roll around the flat of your tongue. despite the sheer anxiety of having sevika's attentive eyes on you, the motions of her push-and-pull into your mouth is almost -- well, relaxing? the repetitiveness of it, the way it gives you something to direct all your five senses to as it lolls about in your mouth, your lips tightening and loosening -- it makes your brain feel softened, hazy, lost in this.

"ah, look at that," she coos, her tone hushed and sharpened with an edge of mockery. "sucking on that like that's all you're good for."

the playful degradation makes your clit fucking throb, and without meaning to, your hips automatically jerk forward, the firmness of her thigh making your eyes nearly roll back.

"oh, someone liked that," sevika mutters.

her thigh suddenly bucks up, sending you bouncing on her lap and nearly toppling over if not for her muscular arm steadying you. the pressure against your pussy makes you whine around the toy, your lips stretching open to release the noise only has her pushing it in deeper, nearly a quarter of it now sliding up and against your tongue.

"suck it in and out, just like that," she whispers, her eyes burning into your skin as she intently watches you. you try to follow her directions, but your sucks are too eager, too fast, and sevika reaches her hand up and gently grabs your jaw, coaxing it into fluid motions that has the dildo being softly pressed and released by your lips' grip, over and over and over again.

you know this is a horrible idea, a fact that only becomes more punctuated with every thrust of the toy into your mouth. you know you should've had some more self-control, and should've put a stop to this inane idea before it had manifested into a reality. but, no, you just had to think with your pussy, and now look where it's landed you? on your friend's, a good, loyal, helpful friend's, lap, practically rutting like you're in heat and sucking dick with zero technique.

"when that gets a bit too repetitive, you can lick it." she abruptly yanks the dildo from your mouth, and an embarrassing wad of spit stretches out with it, spilling thickly down your chin. your face is practically burning from the heat of humiliation, but sevika doesn't seem to mind, only smirking and saying, "now, I was gonna tell you you can get messy with it, but you're a step ahead."

now that your mouth is finally freed, at least you get to spit out, "you're such a dick," as though your pussy isn't practically leaking with arousal.

"oh, so you suck off any asshole, then?"

"maybe I will once you're done with this lesson," you haughtily snap back.

her eyes narrow at that, but she says nothing to it, smacking the tip lightly against your mouth. "open."

despite your snapping, and much to your annoyance, your mouth immediately goes slack, falling open for her.

"tongue out, now."

you obey, sticking it out.

she snorts, shifting in her seat as she raises the dick to you. "such a little sub."

you roll your eyes at her words, jerking when she grabs your jaw, forcing you to face her. "keep those eyes on me."

your pussy clenches down on nothing. god, you need her. not that you'd ever admit it -- the last thing she needs is another ego stroke.

"show me how you'd lick this."

giving you so much control causes your confidence, however little you had of it, to waver. you hesitate before tentatively stroking the flat of your tongue along the head, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. a tiny burst of pride ripples through you when you see her eyes widen imperceptibly. it's barely there, but you know her well enough to know it wouldn't have happened unless, at the very least, a small part of her was surprised, or maybe even impressed.

the reaction eggs you on, and you do it again, running your tongue along the entire length of the dildo, using the tip to trace along the bulging veins. when that's done, you lap at the head, the flat of your tongue quickly moving along it in steady movements.

when sevika speaks, her jaw is clenched, and the deep breath she takes shudders. "good."

"yeah?" the clear effect you're having on her is most definitely getting to your head, and it makes you desirous to push and prod at her more. "am I being good?" you end the question with a kiss right to the tip.

almost as though sevika is tethered to the toy, she swallows hard at the sight. "yeah," she says, her voice firm. "you're doing good."

the praise has your hips bucking again, and you internally curse at the leverage you've so clearly given her, another wicked smile curling at her lips.

her thigh resumes its actions from before, pumping up to meet your clothed core as her arm grips your waist tightly, keeping you anchored as she encourages you to rub yourself on her. your body acts before your mind can catch up, hips pressing down so that your clit receives some friction through the layers of fabric. you hate to admit it, but sevika's muscled thigh is a perfect helper.

"you can flick your tongue on the tip, too," she says, her voice a lot rougher than it was a few minutes back. you derive some pleasure from it, for even if your resolve is loosening and waning in wake of her touch, at least hers seems to be too.

"how?" you ask, your voice an embarrassing pitch from the desperation accompanying the word. but, as soon as it slips from you, your mind conjures up a single image, and it drives you to ask, "can you show me?"

"you kidding me?"

"no." you bat your eyes, hoping it'll get her more susceptible.

"I'm gonna need a bit more convincing than some pretty eyes."

oh, well, never mind. you deflate physically, though something tickles your stomach at knowing she finds your eyes pretty.

"oh, c'mon, please, sevi," you say, tugging on her arm with a jutted bottom lip.

after a few moments of casting you a deadpan stare, she sighs, tentatively turning the dildo around and raising the head to her mouth. voice warm, so velvety, she murmurs, "like this."

you hold your breath as the tip of her tongue pokes out, flicking along the head of the toy, flapping over it fast and hard. she may not realize it, but she's giving you a crystal clear shot of exactly how she'd look devouring your clit. you pocket the mental image, already knowing you'll pull it out the next time you get off.

when you follow suit, lapping at the tip, your tongue's point making little zig-zag wags, sevika's hand tightens on your hip, and with just one pull, you're back to riding her thigh. the pleasure coursing through your pussy, deep and aching from the pressure, is making you lost in sensation. your eyes flutter close as your hole clenches and your clit swells up, sevika's muscular thigh hard and lovely.

meanwhile, she's easing the toy into your throat, laughing when you gag all over it, spit gushing from your mouth. she's relentless in her practice, just coaxing you to move faster on her thigh as you struggle to accommodate the dildo, pathetic whines tumbling from your mouth everytime she pushes it in and your throat seizes with a choke. it leaves you more sloppy, more wet, more nasty than you were before, saliva trailing down your chin and getting your neck cool and sticky.

sevika's hand slides up your waist, just barely grazing the side of your breast on the way up, before brushing a thumb against the corner of your mouth, wiping away the residue. the touch seems wholly intimate compared to the ones that preceded, especially when she uses the digit to encourage your mouth to open and take the dildo in again. she seems to be more cautious of your limits now, easing it only halfway in. your eyes flutter shut, sucking nonsensically at it, losing yourself to the rhythm as you jut against her thigh faster.

sevika's eyebrows furrow in as you speed up, her breathing laboured, and you nearly giggle around the toy at the evident impact you're having on her. but, that's not all there is to it, for her expression only has a series of more hot, tempting mental images bursting through your mind. her panting like that when thrusting into you, her eyebrows scrunching in concentration like that while she lavishes attention all over your soaked cunt.

the thought has you bouncing faster, and sevika growls. actually fucking growls. her hand abandons your face, opting to grip your ass tightly and drag you harder against her. your bud is practically weeping with desire now, desperate to have its wants sated as you grind down harder. the weight of the toy on your tongue, the way your mind is numbed from the bodily chaos of sucking, thrusting, clutching -- it sends you rolling close to your orgasm, just barely teetering on the edge of it.

what finally sends you hurdling past it is how sevika bites her lip when she pulls you forward again, her thigh pumping up and down to meet your thrusts. she looks so concentrated on you, her dark eyes hooded and intense, and the pure want on her face makes you feel so desired, so aroused at the idea of how many ways you can get that expression on her face again. that, paired with another aggressive press from her thigh, and a tight suck on the dildo, sends your body crashing with an orgasm, walls spasming as your thighs go taut. you writhe in her arm, nearly tipping all the way back if it weren't for her catching you and holding you close. your chest presses flush to hers as you tremble like a leaf, clit sopping and stinging in sensitivity as she continues pushing against it.

you whine in protest, slightly lifting your hips, and she immediately takes the hint, slowing her movements to a stop. all the while, you keep sucking on the dildo, the shape of it in your mouth, the way it offers you something to latch onto and ground yourself with, practically addictive.

sevika watches you carefully for a few moments before gently tugging it out, a string of saliva hooked between the head of it and your bottom lip.

you moan in surprise when shr leans in and runs her tongue along your chin, curling it right at your bottom lip, swallowing down the saliva all for herself.

"you're such a mess," she mumbles, sucking languidly at your chin.

"it's not my fault," you grunt, voice raspy from all the noises you made. now that the heat of the moment has worn off, the searing burn of embarrassment begins to imprint itself on you. god, you were so loud, so desperate, so--

"you looked good."

you lick your lips, some of the nerves calming. "yeah?"

"don't let it get to your head."

"that's true, I already had my fair share of head for today."

her eyebrow raises at you in a distinct lack of amusement. "you're lucky you're cute."

your stomach sizzles with oh-so-stupid butterflies. god, why does she have this much of an impact on you? and it's so effortless on her end too, which makes it all the more frustrating for you.

"you think I'm cute?" you ask, forcing your tone to sound teasing so she doesn't realize just how earnest you are.

when she falls silent for a few moments, you tense up, wondering if she can tell how serious you are.

"who's the one leaking through my favourite pants right now?"

or maybe not. face twisted into a cringe, you grip her shoulders to stumble into a standing position, her hand still loosely hanging by your waist. "on that note, I think I'll go wash up."

her fingers dig with a bit more pressure into your skin, and to your shock, she says, voice gruff, "not just yet. just sit for now."

you let her tug you back into her lap, your arms immediately winding around her neck. "what for?"

she shrugs. "just comfortable." her eyes finally lift to you, and it's like you could plummet to the ground with how swept over her steady gaze makes you feel.

"was it not you who just made made that stupid pants comme--"

"do I need to get the dildo again?"

you burst into laughter, eyes crinkling as you shake your head at her. "is that gonna be your go-to whenever I piss you off now?"

"amongst other possibilities." her fingertips ghost your waist, and you shiver.

other possibilities? you know it's not the smartest thing to dwell on -- after all, she might've just said casually with no serious intent. but, sill, your stomach warms from something you had been trying your best to avoid this entire interaction.

hope.

but, when she touches your waist like that, and seems to struggle to remove her hand from you as you walk away, you can't resist the little part of you of that whispers, maybe it's warranted.

but, you don't want to get ahead of yourself. so, you keep it at just a maybe.

[fakebwitch]

rafe finds your panties in his car [smut, jerking off, perv!rafe]

part two

you had an appointment to get your nails done, rafe was at an important business meeting and couldn't take you, since a friend of his was picking him up his car was in the garage, you asked him if you could use his car, and he said yes.

as you get back you parked the car in the garage, turned off the car while picked up the things you had left scattered around the car, putting them back in the bag, and that's where you had an idea.

you thought, rafe had let you use his car by paying for your new set of nails, you had to somehow thank him. a grin grew on your face as you rose slightly from the seat, your hands went under your skirt finding the elastic band of your panties, you grabbed it pushing it down and once you got to your ankles you pulled them completely off. your grin grew even more as you put the lace panties on the gearshift.

after completing your little work of art, you grabbed your purse and keys, opened the door and got out of the car, locking it. you made your way inside the house, the sound of your heels walking on the floor caught his attention.

"hey baby" he greeted you with a smile, getting up from the couch, "rafeyy" you said immediately running into his arms, he pulled you toward him grabbing you by the hips, 4 hours without seeing him was too much for your liking. "how did it go?" he asked with a smile at your clinginess as his hand gently stroked your back, "all good" you replied pulling away from him slightly with a smile, showing him your nails.

"they're perfect baby" he said as he looked at them carefully, he knew you didn’t play about your nails, "i know, aren't they?" you said with a smile turning your hand toward you, looking back at the design for the twentieth time.

you slipped your hand into your jacket pocket pulling out his car keys, "here they are" you said shaking them in front of his face, he grabbed them as you said "thank you so much baby, i love you" you said giving him a kiss, he smiled into the kiss as he whispered "i love you too".

as he deepened the kiss in your head you couldn't help but think of the little surprise you had left for him in the car, just waiting for him to find out. you knew very well that he loved your lingerie, one way or another he was always trying to steal some panties from you so he could keep them when, as he said, “he needed them," and you also knew what for.

the next morning rafe woke up early, he had to attend another business meeting. it was a stressful week, he was full of commitments regarding work finding himself having little time to spend with you. he grabbed the keys of his car as he yawned while heading to the garage, the phone rang in his pocket causing him to sigh as he rolled his eyes, he took it in his hands reading the name of the contact who was calling him, he sighed again deciding to answer it, it was one of the men he was in business with.

"hey, what's up?" said rafe trying to sound as unbothered as possible, the last thing he wanted to do right now was to have a call regarding the various problems that kept coming up. as the man took up the conversation, explaining that business would slow down for reasons he would list for him later, rafe opened the garage door, letting out occasionals little "mhm."

he pulled out his car keys, pressed the button and without looking inside the car opened the door and sat down. "yes, i was aware of that, i just talked to hollis about it yesterday and we both agreed that..." he froze when out of the corner of his eye he saw something white that caught his attention, he shifted his eyes to the mysterious object.

he took a deep breath realizing it was your underwear.

“rafe? are you still there?" the man's voice rang on the other side of the phone, rafe took a few more seconds to look at the piece of underwear and then answered, "y-yeah i'm here sorry, actually i'm kinda busy right now, i'm gonna call you when i'm free" he quickly came up with, wanting to end the call as soon as possible.

"oka-"

before the man could’ve finished rafe immediately hang up. his hands reached out to grab the garment, his fingers rubbed the lace. he looked at the inner part, that was in contact with your pussy, noticing a small wet spot, he didn't think about it for a second and brought the panty closer to his face, his nose made contact with the fabric, inhaling strongly as your smell flooded his nostrils. you just knew how to drive him crazy.

he couldn't help but think about being between your legs as he continued to breathe in your scent, making you feel good as your hands pushed him closer to your pussy, his cock twitching at the thought of having his lips on your wet folds.

as he kept the panties close to his face, with his free hand he quickly untied his belt, unbuttoned his pants pushing them down just enough along with his underwear to get his now semi-hard cock out. his head thought of your sweet taste, your little whimpers when he overstimulated you too much as your smell intoxicated his brain.

with his right hand he began to lightly rub his length, little sounds escaped his lips, muffled by the fabric of your panties. he went further as with his thumb he stroked the tip, pink and swollen, screaming to be inside you, his hand tightened even more around his shaft quickly rubbing the part just below the tip, it drove him crazy.

he kept rubbing as he imagined his hand was yours, little drops of pre cum were coming out of his tip, mixing with his rapidly working hands, creating obscene wet sounds.

his wrist beginning to ache, from how fast he was moving, as he lingered for a few seconds with his thumb, rubbing the tip. he was a mess of moans, his legs twitching as his breathing grew deeper and deeper, his body temperature now crazy.

he moved your panties away from his face and wrapped them around his cock as he resumed rubbing his hard cock with his hand, continuous whimpers escaped his lips as the lace rubbed against the delicate veins of his cock.

"fuuuuck" he breathed, he didn't think he could hold back much longer. he pushed his hips upward as his hand worked up and down his length, his head turned back as continuous moans mixed with cursing escaped his lips.

"h-holy shiit..." he murmured through clenched teeth, the rough fabric of the lace touching the soft tip of his cock made him shudder, his cock throbbing in his hands, eager to cum as soon as possible.

he was in pure ectasy, totally overwhelmed by the pleasure he was experiencing, the only image in his head at that moment was you, and you were helping him finish himself off. "oh y/n please..." he said almost crying, his voice cracked with pleasure as his hand moved even faster down the length, he hadn't even realized he had begged you when you weren't even there.

as his hand tightened around the tip, images of you filled his head, thinking about the way your eyes looked at him every time he thrust into you mercilessly, the way your tits bounced as his body slammed into yours, as his hand grabbed your neck making your eyes roll as he pushed you to the edge, that image was enough to make his cock cum.

"oh fuck me...." he managed to say as his hand moved slower, riding his high, moans and whining came from his lips as he pressed the tip making sure not a drop of his liquid was wasted.

half of it was on his hands, but most of it had ended up on your panties. he let go his grip on his cock, feeling overstimulated as he tried to catch his breath. realization hit him soon after, realizing the 'obscenity of the act he had just performed.

did he regret it? no. had it been one of the best handjobs? yes.

[nymphaura777]

THE PLAYHOUSE MODE METHOD™ wake up in the void without even trying (aka the lazy baddie method)

Okay, so listen up. This is for the dead and tired souls who want to literally do nothing and still wake up in the void, like, this is the no effort trick. and it’s actually fun???

What even is playhouse mode?

you know when you were a kid and said i’m a fairy princess and your brain just went yeah sure and made it feel real? that’s the vibe. This method is pure pretend energy. You're not visualizing. Not feeling. Not waiting for symptoms. You're just deciding to roleplay your void self and then…sleep. That’s it.

okay but like…why does this work?

Because embodying is how the subconscious learns. It doesn’t care if you’re actually in the void or playing like you are, it just responds to the energy. You’re not affirming, you’re not even thinking logically. You're letting your brain go "lol i’m literally god and already there" and guess what? it follows along.

how tf do i do this?

1. Pick your void alter ego, embody you're them already, like:

i’m void me tonight. I don’t affirm. I don’t wait. I'm just it.

2. Get comfortable, flop into bed like your soul just clocked out from the cosmic drama. Zero expectations and no prep.

3. Start the game, like literally act like you’re already in the void. talk like it’s real: ohhh look at me chillin in this pitch black, infinite void dimension y’all can’t even see me rn.

Say it like a meme. Be unserious. That’s the key.

4. Let go + sleep, you don’t have to feel anything. You don’t have to know it’s working. You just…let go and BOOM next thing you know, you wake up and something’s different.

But wait...here’s what people usually struggle with (and why this method saves you):

I can’t feel the void

you don’t need to, this isn’t about feeling anything, it’s about embodying so hard your brain accepts it.

I keep waking up in the same place

okay but did you decide the void didn’t happen? because that’s usually the issue, wake up and say omg i’m in the void but it’s disguised rn. Stay in the roleplay.

I fall asleep trying too hard

No trying here, you’re just being goofy, the less you care, the faster it clicks.

Nothing ever works for me

This works because you’re not working, you’re just being. The subconscious loves low effort fun.

Okay so, you don't need to do more. You just need to play like it’s already done and guess what? You win the game every time. try it tonight. Say "i’m void me." and watch the universe roll out the velvet carpet.

Credits to @anitalenia for beautiful dividers!

[tossawary]

On one hand, I don't think that Shen Yuan's plan to "fake" his own death is actually a bad escape idea generally. He is missing additional insight into the head of a person (Luo Binghe) who now has very good reason to hate him forever and (in another life) famously likes to take gruesome revenge on anyone who has ever wronged him. Only way to get away from that kind of grudge, it seems.

On the other hand, the death that actually gets executed ends up being SO wildly dramatic and mind-bogglingly mysterious and unintentionally gut-wrenching that it's... laughable. A lot of this is not really Shen Yuan's fault, imo, as a lot of wild cards were coming up and his escape window was closely rapidly, so he seized it while he could. But the sheer MESS left behind... Incredible.

So, I'm currently imagining a scenario where Shen Yuan chooses and somehow manages to frame someone specific for his "fake" death. There needs to be some little story, right? Shen Yuan picks some truly loathsome demonic villain to blame like he's planning protagonist enrichment: Binghe can take some nice revenge on these losers for them "stealing" his original revenge from him. Neatly tied loose ends!

Airplane: "Holy shit, I don't know if I hate anyone this much to do this to them, bro. Wow. Okay. This'll be... uh, fun? Haha, what the fuck..."

Even better if Shen Yuan's scheme basically destroys Shen Qingqiu's body so that no one can do any weird necromancy shit. SUCCESS: Shen Yuan wakes up in the plant body a few years later. (Maybe the System is back; maybe it's mysteriously vanished.) He's expecting Luo Binghe to be more or less back on the path to becoming Demon Emperor of the world now that that strange Huan Hua Palace subterfuge isn't necessary... except... uh...

Well, it turns out that Luo Binghe and Cang Qiong Mountain Sect teamed up to curbstomp the poor villains that Shen Yuan threw into traffic here, and known Heavenly Demon Luo Binghe is just... hanging out on Qing Jing Peak again. There's a- ahem... obviously highly fictionalized song claiming that Luo Binghe basically had a breakdown cursing the evils of demons in front of Liu Qingge... and apparently they were both so mad at Shen Yuan's targets that they forgot to be mad at each other? And somewhere in there, the other peak lords got involved, and Wei Qingwei and Mu Qingfang did NOT like that cursed sword, and thankfully Yue Qingyuan was there to help wrestle a distraught Luo Binghe down at the end there, for Shen Qingqiu's sake.

Airplane: "Yeah, bro, I really don't fucking know. My protagonist is maybe getting something like therapy now...? Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge still look like they're chugging vinegar sometimes, but they're maybe trying to 'respect your memory' or some shit. Huan Hua Palace is sooo mad. Do you know how much shit we're getting from the other sects constantly for having a demon disciple? You broke them, bro. You broke my fucking story. Luo Binghe is teaching a junior painting class later and then going out on the town for drinks with his old classmates afterwards... If he's going to burn the sect down at some point, then he's being really fucking weird about it."

And Shen Yuan is, of course, horrified that he has apparently caused the protagonist to lose his groove. Were his deathbed words of wisdom too much? Luo Binghe is acting like some... normal guy trying painfully but earnestly to get over something? He has a pet dog. He's bringing snacks to weekly games night with other senior disciples. He's acting like a widower instead of collecting wives. It's incredibly "pathetic" compared to the ruthless go-getter main character of PIDW.

Shen Yuan, watching Luo Binghe try to achieve mental stability and healthy outlets: "Wow, it's worse than I thought. He's not himself at all! Should I do something to fix this?"

Airplane, who's kind of pissed that his story is in ruins but also lives here now and knows the way that PIDW was supposed to end: "Uh, maybe? Wow, I guess you could, if you really want... The broken System might like that, but... Quick question: bro, do you for real hate this kid?"