#i dont even know why ….. it just irked me after a while …..

[todayisafridaynight]

Going off the rules of sonic heroes if we were to trioize the jimas saejima’d obvi fit the power role but now we have to ask what roles majima and daigo fit cause on the one hand i believe majima could pilot a helicopter if he wanted to but on the other hand attributing ‘fly’ to daigo is another case of cruel and unusual punishment

[chrolloluvr]

Adam, Mammon, Alastor and Lucifer with a insecure S/o

💋ྀིྀིAdam, Mammon, Alastor, Stolas and Lucifer w/ Insecure S/O 💋ྀིྀི

Note: Yesss i love this request!! As somebody who is insecure about quite a few things I think this is so cute <3 🥰 Also I hope you don't mind me adding Stolas <3

Female!reader, GenderNeutral!Reader for Stolas <3

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of sex

Mammon 💸:

He does not grasp the concept of insecure. Why be insecure when your with him? He chose you, right? He is extremely picky, so what is there to worry about? Why are you insecure? To him you are adorable, so who cares?

He may notice you are feeling down lately, or that you have been avoiding him, which agitates him to no end.

So at first, he will have you bottle up your insecurity, just so that he can be your big savior, and make you feel loved by him.

When you tell him exactly what you are insecure about, he audibly laughs. Well, he doesn't mean to make you upset or anything, but like, are you being serious?

He will say things like:

"Babe, what the fack? you look hot, theres no need to beat around the goddamn bush."

"What, is it your (insert insecurity)? cmon, don't be such a sour puss. You look just fine to me."

"Cmon sweets, whats on ya mind? How about we go out to the restaurant you love, yeah?"

He will go to that restaurant, even though he hates it. He just does not like seeing his little trophy upset or visibly irked. Even if there is Paparazzi around, he will hide them from you, or bribe them to leave.

His favorite insecurity on you would have to be your thighs. He loves squeezing them, jiggling them, putting his head between them, seeing them move when you walk, etc. If you have bigger ones, he thinks that one of, if not the best physical quality about you. He will spend his time ranting to you while snug in your legs about how annoying his newest stars are, or how Ozzie did this, or Fizzarolli did that-

Overall, he will make sure you dont go on with that contentious bullshit ever again. He cant have his favorite little lady upset, can he?

Adam 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪:

He is Adam, the first man, he does not ever feel insecure. he never makes mistakes.

But in reality, he has felt insecure. Especially after his two wives left him for the. same. man.

He does not notice until a while later that you are upset. He thinks you are happy all the time because of him. But he's basically your husband, so he will notice things about you, that you don't even know about yourself (same as mammon)

When you tell him you are insecure, he coddles you, and threats you like you're an infant

He will say things like:

"Your insecure? About what? You have to be lying babe, you look perfect to me."

"Relax babe, im kidding, so its your (insert insecurity)? Oh, are you joking?"

"How about... you and me do a little something something, hm?"

(He is a sex deviant, so he will always bring that up.)

He tries to make it up to you by putting on your favorite movie, and bringing you your favorite snacks. But he ends up eating most of them himself...

But anyways, his favorite insecurity is your ass. He likes squeezing it, spanking it, etc. Even if it small, he likes it and thinks its cute. He will randomly pick you up and throw you over his shoulder and just, spank it, and put you down??

So overall, he is okay at comforting you, but dont come running to him unless you dont want things to turn somehow sexual.

Alastor 🎶:

He has never felt insecure in his twisted mind.

He will notice immediately that you are upset about something. He takes action fairly quickly, by rubbing your shoulders, etc.

When you tell him you are insecure, he is very understanding. You are his dearest, so he wants to take care of you, and make you feel like an angel.

While he may not understand insecurity himself, he understands you are disarmed, and that bothers him greatly.

He will say things like:

"My love, don't fret about these regal thoughts. What are you feeling down about now?"

"Is this about your (insert insecurity)? If so, that is silly nonsense, my dear. You know I do not mind."

"How about, we take a stroll. Maybe we could stop by Rosie, she sure knows how to cheer you up, hm?"

He tries his best to make you feel better, because your feelings reflect on him. While it may not seem so on the outside, his heart tears when he sees you like this.

His favorite insecurity has to be your hip dips. He thinks they make you look very feminine and womanlike, which he likes. He likes to run his hands over them, enjoying the way his fingers sink into them.

So overall, Alastor makes you feel very loved and cared for. You will never feel discontent as long as he is in your vicinity.

Lucifer 𓆩𓆪:

He has felt insecure a lot. From being casted down into Hell, to his wife somewhat recently leaving him, (to his height), he knows what it feels like

But since meeting you, he is very attentive over you.

So he notices very quickly that you are upset.

When the time comes to tell him that you are insecure, (because he kept asking you frantically whats wrong), He is very understanding.

He will say things like:

"Seriously? You? Insecure? Well we cant have that here, now can we?"

"Its your (insert insecurity)? Its ok honey, I love you just how you are."

"Honey, how about the two of us stay home for the day, hm?"

He will stay by your side a lot more often now that you told him that. He is a very doting and worried lover like Stolas, so he wants you to feel comfortable with yourself.

His favorite insecurity of your is also your thighs. Big or small, he loves them. His favorite is when his head and cheeks are squished against them. Or when he's eating you out, and he feels the warmth smothering his face. He loves the way they move when you walk as well like Mammon.

So overall, he knows what it is like to be insecure. He wants you to feel loved, and like you are cherished by him.

Stolas 𓅪:

Feels insecure a lot like Lucifer. WIth his (ex)wife, concerning his daughter, etc.

He also will notice your changes instantly. SO he will constantly ask if something is wrong. When it comes to you being upset, he will be very combative in telling him.

So when you tell him you are insecure, he feels for you. He will hold you close, and let you lay on top of his fluffy, feathered body.

He will say things like:

"Sweetheart, what is troubling you so much? I am always by your side, you know. So if you want to talk, we can."

"Your (insert insecurity)? But they are beautiful! You don't have to worry my owlette."

"How about we watch a movie? That always seems to cheer you up."

He is very concerned about you, and just wants to make you happy. That is his duty in his mind. If he cant make the rest of his family happy, he can surely make you happy, right?

His favorite insecurity of yours is stretch marks. He likes them, and he thinks they look like cute little tiger cub stripes. He will run his slender fingers over them, making you shiver in the process. He believes they are like pieces of art, just all over your body.

So in his mind, you are perfect. He is always going to love you, insecurity through and through. You are his lover.

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. too boring! . have the real me! series

in which a certain someone from ignihyde made a game called twisted wonderland with them in it, and you ended up ignoring the real them over their game self. how would they react?

featuring : floyd leech, (cameo appearance: riddle, kalim, azul, jade, idia)

cw : gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff, nothing else aside from grammar errors because english is not my first language🙏 also maybe ooc floyd???

a/n : this is some type of series!!! i plan to write this prompt with other characters too:3 i hope yall enjoy it!!

when he first heard that you're playing a game that replicates night raven college, he's ecstatic and immediately asks to play with you. he was a little disappointed to find out that it's a single-player game, though. but that's okay. you can always take turns!

yet, after a few minutes, he got bored of the game and decided that both of you should be doing something else. to his surprise, you refused and kept playing the game. "huh? you dont wanna play with me, shrimpy?" he asked, furrowing his brows at you. you didn't reply, though, and continued to level up his game character in it, which irks him even more.

well, fine! he can play with jade. so he walked out of the room and went to the lounge. only to see jade carefully looking over a bunch of papers. "what're those?" he asked, putting his hands in his pocket. jade only replied with a short, "assignments", and didn't further elaborate, which annoys floyd.

okay, fine. he can go and play with azul. but when he arrives in the vip room, he sees azul playing the game you recently played, with a blue tablet floating beside him. "hey, azul, come 'n play with me for a sec. im bored." azul hums in acknowledgement before replying, "sorry, but i am quite busy developing the microtransaction of this game. you should go ahead and play with jade or name, floyd."

and that's when floyd explodes.

"man, everybody's so busy! so is jade and shrimpy! you guys are so boring!" he then storms out of the vip room, stomping his foot like a child. "... please pay no mind to him." azul turns to the floating tablet, idia, with an apologetic smile. "is he always throwing temper tantrums?" idia asked, to which azul just brushed it off and continues talking about the game.

for the next few hours, all floyd did was walk around campus with a pout on his face. he looks like he's about to get angry at everyone, so people are steering out of his way immediately. and that's when he finally met kalim and riddle.

kalim asked why floyd is alone today, since he's always with either azul and jade, just jade, or you. floyd said that everyone back in the dorm is busy and that he's bored. he also added that you ignored him for a game.

"a game? hmm, if i may ask, is the game called twisted wonderland? if that is so, everyone seems to be fixated on it right now." riddle replied, mentioning the name of the game which made floyd pouts even more, if that's possible.

"waaah! i get you, i'd be sad too if my partner ignored me over a game ..." kalim chimed in, feeling empathy towards floyd. "maybe you should tell them that you feel sad about it!"

"huh? iunno how to say it, though. how would ya say it, sea otter, goldfishie?" he asks, finally wiping off the pout on his face. the two stayed silent for a while, before riddle finally replied, "i suggest you tell them about how you feel towards the game and their behavior after that. maybe something like, 'i do not appreciate you playing a game that steals others' voices and reveal their family matters to the public eye. i suggest you stop playing it and stop ignoring me'. that should work, no?"

it seems like riddle is venting his frustrations towards the game instead. kalim hums before sharing his opinion about the matter. "nah, i think that's a little too formal! you should pour your feelings into it, you know? like, 'baabe, i dont like it when you ignore me over a game character... especially since you have me! let's put down the game and throw a feast with me, okay?'. how's that?!" he seemed a little convincing until he added the second part.

"cmon, sea otter ... throwin' a feast on a whim is kinda your thing, yknow." riddle nods along, (rarely) agreeing with floyd. he decided that he's going nowhere asking people with a different mindset about it, so he went to just confront you himself.

he walks over to octavinelle and goes back to his room, and he sees you still playing the game. really? after hours? he grumbles before laying beside you on the bed. "shrimpy, pay attention to me ..."

well, that got your attention fast. "i don't like how yer playin' the game with my character in it instead of talking to me ... it's annoyin'. i was very sad about that. so, put it down and play with me, 'kay?"

but of course you did. you turned off your phone and embraced him in your arms while apologizing over and over.

achievement unlocked: happy eel!!

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use(with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[runa-falls]

Please write a story where Marc and Jake tease Steven for being soft in bed so he becomes this dominant rough guy who overstims the reader IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I JUST DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT DOWN

a/n: idk how to write it down either, but i'll give it a shot! btw, marc and jake would never talk to steven like this, but just for the sake of the story they're assholes :( also sorry this is a YEAR late 0-0

cw: smut (18+), voyeurism (3x), f!masturbation, mean/ooc!marc + jake, rough sex, overstimulation, oral (f!recieving), multiple orgasms!, slightly possessive lovemaking, slight breeding kink (creampie), sad-ish/insecurity, feelings, dom-ish!steven, fluff -- (idk why it got so soft so fast im sorry), L-bombs, commentary from the other moon boys~

wc: 3.5k

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he watches from the doorway as you whine and mewl on the bed, desperately attempting to get yourself off.

your whole body glistens with heat as you squirm under the dull lighting of the room-- clearly, you've been at this for a while.

you are dressed in a familiar white undershirt that is definitely from the boys' closet, but your bottom half is bare and spread out, dripping onto the comforter as your fingers work their magic.

a perfect eye-full for your 3-in-1 boyfriend.

"this is why you're not allowed to have her on the weekends." marc taunts from a nearby mirror, though his eyes are locked on your writhing body. steven clenches his jaw as the grating voice in his head pulls him away from the alluring scene in front of him.

god knows why he decided to put up so many mirrors in the flat. it's like he's trying to drive himself crazy.

your eyes are squeezed shut as your finger delicately circles against your clit, spreading your slick all over your pulsing cunt until wet sounds begin to fill the air. you suck on your bottom lip as you frantically tease the sensitive bud, your legs tense from the build-up, and your back arches off the mattress.

"she needs a real man to take care of her after a long week of work."

that irks steven.

you've never talked about being unsatisfied by his slower pace -- by his need to savor each look, sound, and touch that you give him.

of course, jake needs to chime in as well, "look at our girl, stevie, she's so needy. let me have the body. i'll give her what she needs."

steven tries to block them out, but it's hard when their voices are coming straight from his own mind.

when he thinks back on your time together, everything is perfect. at least to him, it is.

he loves hearing your soft breathy moans, tasting the sweetness of your pussy dripping from his kitten licks, and feeling those delicate kisses that you share as you ride him gently. you fall apart in his arms, hold him close, and exchange whispered 'i love you's.

sure, he's always been the softer side of the three -- kissing over jake's bites or gently caressing marc's bruises -- but he thought you liked that. he thought that was enough.

but now you're getting yourself off without even seeking him out first.

you're close, so fucking close, panting out stuttered breathes, thighs clenching together, and body shaking, but --

"fuck!"

it's not enough.

your heart beats rapidly against your chest as you start to come down from that unreachable peak you've been chasing all day. as your foggy mind finally clears up, you sense someone at the door.

"s-steven!" you're surprised to see him, especially just standing there, watching you fail to pleasure yourself.

his work shifts have been running later and later since marc's last mission (donna is forcing him to work unpaid overtime instead of firing him) so you weren't expecting him until dinner time.

the shifts have been brutal for him.

these days, he just eats sleep for dinner, too tired to do more than just collapse on the couch and cuddle you. you've tried to convince him to just quit, that jake's cab escapades and marc's more 'eccentric' job opportunities can pay for everything, but he really loves the job, despite the weirdly toxic work environment.

"darling."

it's a flat greeting, a tone you've never heard from his lips, especially not when he's fronting. he doesn't seem happy to see you. actually, he looks quite upset.

you cover yourself up with a blanket, suddenly uncomfortable with your partial nudity when he's unhappy like this.

"why are you back so early?" the usual glimmer in his eyes is snuffed out, instead replaced with an eerie darkness. "what's--are you okay, honey?"

"take it off."

"w-what?" you know he's referring to the blanket, but the way he demanded it --

"off."

you hesitantly move the blanket, revealing the evidence of your unfulfilled desperation. you shyly look up at him, embarrassed and terribly turned on that he's making you do this.

you can't help but press your thighs together, already feeling another spark of heat simply from seeing your darling boyfriend with his head of messy curls.

"keep them open."

you obey his command and spread your legs, leaning back to give him a good view. his eyes meet your center, the frustration you couldn't get rid of. you immediately see need blooming in his body, particularly under his slacks.

soft-spoken steven has never been as forthcoming as his counterparts, but he doesn't need to be, his body does all the talking for him.

you're watching each other as he slowly approaches you, tension thick in the air. he's so desperate to give you exactly what you need and deserve.

steven's mind runs through all the times he had stuck around while marc and jake fucked you.

the first time it happened, he didn't mean to watch through marc's eyes, but once he saw how easily you submitted for him, how utterly ruined you are once marc is done with you, he couldn't help but pop in once in a while.

steven nearly flushes in shame from the memory. he's so perverted...

marc is possessive, steven learned. he likes to know that you're his. he marks you up with his hands and mouth so you'll never forget who you belong to, then he makes you scream his name as you reach your high as he fucks his cum into you.

of course, you're happy to give him whatever he demands, laying right where he wants you and taking anything he'd give you.

jake's methods are different: he makes you cry.

it's the overstimulation that gets him off the best. the sight of your body shaking and writhing to get away from his insatiable touch gets him hard, makes him growl against your tacky skin. he gets off to getting you off, and you love it.

so maybe a mixture of both is what you need.

he can do that.

"i need you to do something for me." he curses inwardly at how soft his voice is when he talks to you. it's a reflex. he's supposed to be confident and rough.

"anything." you breathe out.

"turn around for me, love." he's standing right by the bed, leaning over you. "on all fours."

the surface of your body ripples with goosebumps as you position yourself on the bed for him. he hasn't even touched you and you're already humming with pleasure.

you hear him sigh behind you before he shuffles closer and delicately caresses your bare hips and bottom with warm hands. you feel yourself melt against the mattress as you drop from holding yourself up by your hands to leaning on your forearms. he always makes you feel soft and cozy, even with the simple contact of his hand against your body.

steven watches you arch your back as you get comfortable, hungrily taking in the way you unconsciously push your ass toward him. you're effortlessly sexy to him. you could simply put your hair up into a ponytail and he'd be rock-hard in his slacks from seeing your bare neck. so this...is distracting him.

"so..." marc's voice pulls him out of his thoughts, "you gonna do anything or just stare at her all night?"

"I'm working on it!" steven grits out (in his mind).

"alright, show me how it's done then, loverboy."

you gasp quietly as steven suddenly forces your legs to spread wider for him. you would have lost your balance if it weren't for his steady hold on you.

he slowly kneels in front of the bed, briefly adjusting himself in his pants to relieve some of his desperation. you struggle to keep your legs apart when you feel his warm breaths brush against your needy cunt. you swear you're literally throbbing with need for him.

jake's done this before, steven recalls, eating you out from behind. you seemed to really enjoy it despite the intense overstimulation that pushed you to tears and the bruises left on your thighs from his tight hold and nipping mouth.

he can do this.

he leans in and lightly brushes his plump lips against your wet center to test the waters. your muffle a whimper against the pillow you cling onto, but he hears it loud and clear.

you're so soft and wet, already falling apart in front of him. he can't help but poke his tongue out to taste your sweetness. the warm softness of his tongue has you urgently pushing yourself against him and he takes that as his sign to go deeper.

this time he holds you closer, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he dips into the hot opening of your cunt, working his tongue against your tender walls. his mouth waters at the taste of you and he's desperately leaning in for more.

he thrusts his tongue into your cunt, filling the room with slurping noises that nearly make you blush with how lewd they sound. he's pressed so closely behind you that he's practically supporting your weight as your legs grow too weak to hold you up.

"s-ste-- a-aah-- mm..." you fall apart when he starts licking from your entrance to your clit, flicking eagerly as you start to gush against his tongue. he can already feel your legs twitch and tremble as you try to escape his hot mouth.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his soft lips wrap around your aching clit. it's almost too much for you to handle. he suckles on your sensitive bud until you're whining out against your pillow as your body trembles with the crash of your orgasm.

steven ignores your pleas and your attempts to escape his mouth as he continues to work you through your high. he cleans you up with a gentle mouth, making sure not to miss a single drop. drool pools against the pillow as your exhausted body struggles to stay conscious.

“hm, not bad…” jake admires your trembling frame from a reflective surface nearby, hungrily taking in the scene and wishing he were in steven's place instead. "maybe we were wrong about you, stevie."

steven watches you as well, but with a hint of reluctance. he's never seen you like this first hand. usually, you're the one staring down at him with a small smile as he attempts to catch his breath from your teasing antics.

he's not sure if he likes this any more than the usual dynamic the two of you have. of course he loves knowing that he can make you fall apart just as much as marc and jake, but it's not him.

"you're not done with her yet, right?" marc asks, "'cuz if you are, i'd be happy to finish her off."

jake is quick to argue, "actually markie, i'm pretty sure it's my turn to spoil our little princess."

steven finally bites back, "no, tonight she's mine."

he grumbles, making an effort to push his annoyances into silence so he can give all of his attention to you.

steven nudges you to lay on your back so he can see your face, "love, are you alright?" his tone is light, despite the fact he's eager to continue ravaging you -- even if you do end up falling asleep.

"mhm," your eyes flutter open, sparkling with satisfaction as you stare up at him. you're adorable with that post-sex flush on your skin, highlighting the tops of your cheeks. "i just... wasn't expecting this from you."

"did you like it?"

"steven, i can barely feel my legs."

he lets out a nervous chuckle like he's unsure whether that's a good thing or not, but you ease his mind with a soft smile. you reach up and cradle his face, "yes, baby, i loved it." he presses his cheek against your hand, enjoying your embrace, "i always like it when you touch me."

"then can we do more?"

of course, you want to have sex with him, but...that, no matter how mind-blowing it was, wasn't him. steven is the type of guy to hold eye contact with you while eating you out, wanting to catch every expression and moan of praise as he brings you to the edge. he's the type to hold your hand as you cum, squeezing lovingly to encourage you to fully let go because you're safe with him.

all night he's been acting off. he's been distant and in his head -- and you have a faint idea as to why (their names rhyme with "bark and bake") but you want your sweet and gentle steven back.

you take his hand, "w-wait...steven?"

“yes, darling?"

you sit up, "can you, um, kiss me first?" it's a bit embarrassing to ask when he's already been nose deep in your cunt, but you need that sweet embrace that he's always given.

"of course." steven’s eyes soften.

cool relief rushes through his body. maybe he was wrong, maybe you do like his soft touches and sweet kisses. maybe you like him for being himself. it's not like marc and jake are the same anyway. each of them gives you something special.

he leans in closer and presses his lips against yours, his body trapping you against the bed. he immediately feels you relax against him as you start to move your mouth over his. he kisses you gently, taking time to trace over the sensitive edge of your bottom lip before dipping in and laving his tongue against yours. 

when you separate from each other with puffy lips and heated breaths, you can't help but admire the pretty man above you who regards you with pure admiration in his eyes.

"make love to me steven," you whisper, "a-and hold me after, please." his soft brown eyes, full of longing and admiration, meet yours.

"always, love." he pecks you once more on the lips, "i'd do anything for you." you feel his lips move down from your mouth to the edge of your jaw, then your shoulder, and finally the top of your covered chest.

he sits up briefly to pull your shirt off before doing the same with his own clothes. once he's in nothing but his briefs, he's back on top of you.

steven has stars in his eyes as he watches his hand slide over the softness of your curves. he loves how perfectly you fit against him.

you gasp softly as he teasingly brushes his thumb against your nipple. your body is already so sensitive to his touch.

"you're so beautiful..." he whispers.

as he leans in and captures the bud in his mouth, his hand drags down to the spot where you need him the most, sending a wave of sensations through your body and causing you to arch against his mouth.

you're already wet enough for him to slip his fingers inside of you, so he immediately begins thrusting deeply against your spongey walls, letting sloppy sounds of your wetness echo through the bedroom.

you tangle your fingers into his curls and arch your back as he starts to suckle at your nipple. his slick tongue flicks over the hardened bud, sending tingles up your spine. you are already half-delirious from how expertly he's working your body.

everything seems to speed up when you start to squirm under him. he's pushing you harder onto the bed, he's nipping love bites at your tits, his hand is moving faster against you -- from the sounds coming between you, you're sure you've made a mess of his hand.

"s-steven...mm...please!" your thighs squeeze around his wrist as he gets overzealous, hitting your g-spot over and over again without giving you a breather. he groans against your breast when you tug at his hair.

without any warning, he pulls away.

you reluctantly let him get up (though you're definitely too weak at this point to stop him) and you're left to breathlessly watch as he licks his fingers clean and pulls himself out of his briefs.

pleasure continues to buzz against the surface of your skin as you hungrily stare at the way he pumps himself delicately in front of you, his cock is already dripping with desperation. he looks at you with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks while he touches himself.

what a pretty boy...

"need to feel you," steven mumbles, shifting closer to you to press his cock against the seam of your cunt.

"feel me," you beg, canting your hips upwards to meet him.

steven gently moves himself against you, rutting himself against your wet center. he pants when his tip just barely presses into your entrance, proving how ready you are for him.

slowly, he pushes himself in, shuddering at how soft and wet you feel around him.

you whimper softly when he starts fucking you at a slow pace, forcing you to feel how perfectly he stretches you out, over and over again.

your body shudders every time he bottoms out and presses so intensely against that spot inside of you, making you feel like you're about to burst if he doesn't pull out soon.

steven looks down at your face, wanting to see if you're liking this -- but it turned out to be a mistake. he meant to make this sweet, to hold back and make love to you like you asked, but when you look up at him with those shiny eyes and that blissed, fucked-out expression, he can't help the way his hips start to frantically grind against yours.

"i'm sorry, love, i can't -- uhh -- c-can't help it when you look at me like that!" steven pushes your thighs upwards, forcing them closer to the mattress on either side of your head. you cry out as the new angle pushes him deeper within you, hitting every buzzing nerve inside of your sopping cunt.

"mm...steven!" the bed below rocks as his hips violently slap against you in a rhythmic motion.

he groans as he watches his cock thrust inside of you, making a mess of your wet center as you gush around him. you look so small under him, yet you're eagerly taking every inch in that tight cunt.

"i-i want to be inside of you forever..." steven pants out, "and i want you to feel me," he reaches between your bodies to press against your stomach, "here, forever."

"ahh~" you pant heatedly as the added pressure of his hand makes him feel even bigger inside of you. you squirm under him from the intense feeling, but you can barely move out from his hold.

"i love you, darling." he chokes out as he grows closer to the edge, rutting deliciously against the top wall of your pussy. "t-tell-tell me you love me too."

"fuck -- i love you, steven. i'll a-always -- nmph," you flutter around him as the heat of your own climax explodes throughout your body. "love you~" you can barely get the words out as he finishes inside of you.

you don't mind the way he rests on top of you as he attempts to catch his breath. his body is hot and sticky against yours, but it feels comforting nonetheless.

"mm...i missed you and your sweetness." you sigh, enjoying his weight over you, even if it is a tad difficult to breathe.

steven sheepishly mumbles against you, "but that wasn't exactly sweet lovemaking."

"sure, but it was you."

he simply hums happily in response, dotting light kisses against your tacky neck before nuzzling his face against you.

when you both cooled off, you decidedly needed a little space from the man pinning you to the mattress, "ok i need to breathe a little, steven."

"oh, oops, i'll get up." he pushes himself up so he can give you some air. you can't help but shudder as he starts to pull out of you.

"ah~" you can feel the warmth of his cum start to drip from your center, "you came so much, steven. look -- you made a mess." you tease, opening your legs for him.

"m'sorry, love." he sits back on his knees in front of you, staring down at the mess he made (as if he isn't just as messy). "didn't mean to..."

it doesn't sound like he's sorry though -- not by the distracted way he mutters out the apology while scooping up his cum and shoving it back into you.

"steven."

"i'm just trying to minimize the mess!" he defends.

you don't stop him because it feels oddly pleasant to be doted on like this. you'll just have to do a final cleanup later, you decide.

"imagine if i weren't on birth control," you joke, "i'd definitely be pregnant by now."

"..."

"steven are you hard again?!"

[shirotski]

micheal kaiser x f!reader

tw- dub-con (reader ends up easing into it) possessive kaiser, dom kaiser, sub reader, pussy eating, slight overstim, name calling, no aftercare, dacryphilia, unfinished

micheal kaiser was high class man, he wouldnt let just anyone be his empress! your body: the way it swayed when you walked. your eyes: how it always looked up at him so lovingly and innocently. he was a bit reluctant to touch you, not wanting to break his doll, well, not yet at least.

you were supposed to come over today, but it was loooong past when you were supposed to be there. He texted you at first, very demanding but firm. They kept getting more angrier, his texts werent questions but threats. he tried calling you but it went straight to voicemail. hearing your stupid voice say the same thing over and over again on the phone. It irked him deeply.

while he was getting angrier by each second you missed; you were dead asleep in your bed having slept through your alarm. you didn't miss it on purpose! you were a heavy sleeper after all. why did you oversleep? it's not like you were doing something that kept you up. you were on your phone till you passed out. didnt even get to charge it! how irresponsible.

He comes racing to your apartment, not caring about any driving violation. he gets to your apartment and knocks vigorously at your door; hes making so much noise, the neighbors will start to get annoyed if you dont open that door!

your eyes flutter awake, a good stretch before you pick up your phone which is on 5%. you see all the missed calls and multiple messages that kept getting more aggressive and aggressive as you scrolled. you hear the door be berated with multiple instances of banging, you rush quickly to the door because whoever is knocking is being way too loud! You open the door slightly ajar and peek your head out and see kaiser standing at your doorstep

"Kaiser?... why-"

"Shut the hell up, why werent you there?"

He stepped through the small gap which made you back up a bit as he slammed the door behind him. His eyes were angry and vicious, they stared daggers into your doe eyes filled with fear

"I'm sorry! I know I was supposed to come over but.. I overslept...." you looked down at the ground like a child getting scolded for doing wrong. he gripped your wrist and with his other hand cupped your face and brought it dangerously close to his

"Dont EVER do that again. Get over here."

He yanked you to your own bedroom and threw you on the bed. he crawled on top of you and kissed you firmly, not letting you breathe for a good second. your hands push his chest at an attempt to get him off you, this seemed to piss him off even more.

"Stop resisting.Dont make this worse for yourself."

You finally got air to breathe to protest but were cut off as he kissed at your neck. It was unexpected. you were being punished for something that wasnt even your fault! he started rip the clothes off your body, his hands delicately but roughly exploring you as his kisses started wandering further down.

He got to your panties and pulled them down off you, forcing you to spread your legs. Embarrassed, you quickly try hiding it from his leering eyes and hands move quickly to hide yourself. he grips your wrists and pushes his own body deeper into you so you cant close your legs.

"What did I tell you? Stop hiding yourself from me, slut. you're getting wetter by the second. do you enjoy being manhandled you whore? "

You tear up as he starts to inch closer to your heat, wanting to just run away from him. He looks up at you and gives that cocky smirk he does while hes on the field.

"Crying for what? I didnt do anything yet. Stop being a crybaby."

you sniffle at his words as he dips in between your legs, letting go of your wrists and gripping onto your thighs, keeping you still. you let out a moan as his pink muscle starts to savor every part of you. the filthy sounds you make when he indulges you. his mouth working wonders to your core.

"you taste so good. all f'me..."

his words vibrate againts your cunt making you shutter, you make little weak attempts to push his head away but, to no avail, he doesn't budge a bit. you start to ease into it and you put his head deeper into you. you slowly start feel something churn inside you

"kaiser.. I'm close.. please..." you utter weakly

"please what, doll?" He pulls away and you whine quickly wanting him to taste you again.

"please.. I wanna cum..."

he was painfully hard by now, he eats you put as he palms the bulge in his pants. He wanted to fuck you so bad already, but you had to be punished. he tasted you so sensually, you were losing your mind. you let go and he drinks up every last drop of your sweet cunt, even after riding out your high he doesnt stop. It hurts. It hurts so good and he doesnt stop.

"kaiser.. stop.. please *hic* I dont.. ." you try to push him away again

poor you! you've been crying this entire time while feeling so good.

"Begging? After you were so rudely pushing me away.. Do I really make you feel that good angel?" He grins as he slowly starts to pull down his boxers

"Just in luck angel, I'm not done with you yet."

this is my first fic, I dont know if I wanna continue it because I think its kinda bad.. I'll finish it if there people who do want me to.

if I used any words wrong, let me know. english is not my first language :,)

[kuni-is-daddy]

I'm going to ignore all of my shame and ask for a yandere Scaramouche with a female darling

Where he uses a vibrator on her and orgasm denies her

Yandere scaramouche x female reader

Lord Sixth.

Tw: Scara is manipulative, Threats etc.

Ft:// 0rgsm denial,toyplay, Degrading, M8ing press, Scara scummy a bit

Word count: 1.5k. ScaraMasterlist

CW: Minors do not interact past the cut! This is a nsfw post!

When you first met and truly fell in love he was able to read you like a book. Knowing everything about you and even putting a ring on your finger. It was unnecessary to him though, Something redundant as marriage never mattered. Once he set his eyes on you..Once you embraced him, He already claimed you as his own. But archons- Hearing lord 11th and her majesty pestering him over it was irritating. So, he brought it up to you, his once naive and beautiful s/o. A direct confession you gladly said yes to. Even tucking away his hat to give him a kiss on his toxic lips.

He pushed you against the wall, squeezing your throat as you irked out through your pained neck. The puppet looked down towards the ground after hearing a clink. His smirk instantly turned into a bored expression as his eyebrows relaxed. He expected you to bring it, A small knife that was stolen from the kitchen. After all..The walls do have ears. Anything you've ever done suspicious would send the maids and fatui flocking to him like sheep reporting on your every move. So when you entered his room, unknowingly greeted by his half-dressed form; You froze up at the sight of his scars and markings. With you pinned, he looked down on you. E/c eyes we're filled with tears and mouth gasping for air. He didnt know whether it was from fear or out of hatred yet didnt care. He knew they'd always and only be for him. Validating him and his delirious actions. At the thought of it, He let go of your throat while you fell to your knees. Then laughed at a joke only he could understand.

If you weren't sure he lost all the trust he's given you, you definitely were now. "If your going to kill me, just make it fast...Please." you mumbled. The puppet stopped laughing after your words, raising an eyebrow. "Kill you? Why would i?" He kneeled down, an action he only gave you privilege to see. His eyes we're pure indigo yet still glowing purple through his pupils and red eyeliner, While the strings on his shorts we're barely tightened. "Is that what you truly want darling?" He picked up the small knife, Twirling the handle through his fingers. Your 'husband', Lord sixth. Never made empty promises...or threats. Intrusive thoughts began poking around in your mind; Would he really do it? Would he finally let me go? but you shook your head, choosing your words wisely. "No...It isn-" "Properly." "N-no..Kunikuzushi." He thinly smiled at your answer then tilted his head closer, Your lips almost touched But to your surprise he pulled away and instead held your chin up. "If I wasn't so in lov- interested in you, I would've inflamed you beside your village. Consider yourself lucky y/n. You have a vow..no..many to uphold to me."

He stopped kneeling; turning his back towards you and walked to the bedside counter. With his attention away from you, you stumbled up and walked towards the door thinking he let you go. "But dont think I'll let you off so easily this time." Scara's voice echo'd throughout the silence "but i-" "You heard what i said, now come here. I shouldn't have to explain myself to you further." His hand smacked on the counter, the ring on his finger made a soft clinking noise along the wood. You looked away from the door and walked towards him, It wasnt locked. Instead, It creeped open a bit as the cool palace breeze entered. You could just try run...Again, But that would just have you back at square one. Tied within his strings as if you were the puppet.

--

You laid on your back on the bed while his frame towered over his. The small ray of moonlight flashing through the window made the puppet ironically look like an angel. Scara's bored expression shifted a bit at your obedience, he loosened the knot in his shorts slightly. As if it was instincts, you then propped your legs up, pulling your skirt up slightly and he immediately brushed his fingertip along your thigh. A spark of electro emitted and you bit back a moan. "You really are getting out of your league, aren't you?" he sighed. "You dont deserve to be fucked yet. Not after that pathetic trick of yours..." "B-but scara you-" He ignored your plead and parted your thighs. You moaned silently as his pale fingers itched over the smooth cotton liner hiding your slit, "huh..look how wet you are, and I've barely touched you...to think Mear minutes ago you wanted me dead."

He bit his bottom lip, restraining himself from pouncing on your 'pathetic state' while your hips began bucking at his touch already. You couldn't stand it, not anymore. As many times as you've touched yourself only he was able to make you feel good, only he was able to make you reach your limit. And archons did he take advantage that. "Hah. What a joke." Scara slid his hands under the sowing and roughly pulled your lingerie off. He Tossed them onto the floor then pulled away to retrieve something out his pants pocket. "S-Scara~ what are you-" suddenly he straddled you by your hips, pulling you closer towards the edge of the bed then leaned down until he was face to face with your glistening slit. Click click "To think my wife could be so pathetic..like a filthy dog in heat." "S-scara! im not Mmn!~" He quickly put the toy inside, watching as your walls clenched around it. "Hm? Your not what?" He reached into his pocket for the remote, waiting for you to part your lips. "Im not flith- AH!" you quickly covered your mouth while your thighs twitched from the toy. "Oh really darling~? Huh...but down here says otherwise, doesn't it?" Scara moved his bangs a bit out his hair and licked along your clit "Mnh~ Scara~!" you bit into your skin, biting back moans hard enough you swore they drew blood. "So why don't you..mm~ be a good girl for me and beg?" You nodded your head, letting go of the little bit of dignity you had, in return scara merely smirked. "If only you were always this obedient, it would've saved you Alot of heartbreaks darling." Scara's tongue swirled along your bud while his other hand pressed tightly onto the remote, Making sure the buzzing sensation inside you never stopped.

Your voice began pitching higher and higher. You we're close. "S-scara! Please~! Let me cum! I-ah i cant~!" A satisfied groan left his lips while you begged. As much as he was enjoying himself, You still had a punishment afterall. Scara pulled away, Licking up Your pre juices while you whined at the Sudden slow buzzing of the toy inside of you. He was growing impatient, He needed more, He needed to hear you- "Kuni!~ no~! wait~! please~" 'kuni' At the use of his 'favorite' nickname he practically snapped, tilting his head to remember the word you said. "Again." You blinked out of your gaze. "Wha-" "Say it, Darling." He slapped your thigh and you shuddered in pleasure. "Ah! K-kuni...? Please fuc~" He moved his hands to your pussy again, slowly scissoring your insides while pulling the vibrator out. "hnh...Please fuck me kuni~i'll be a good girl~ just for you~ I promise!" 'Liar' He thought, But god was he enjoying this. Your hips jerked back along his fingers. The remote and toy we're now hanging on the side of the bed, while he freed his aching length with his other hand. He began fisting himself roughly, letting out panting breathes you haven't heard in a long time. When he wasnt going through his usual irritated 'mood swings' his soul purpose was to dominate you with his sadism.

"Move." He said sternly and you did as if it was instincts again. You moved back into the center of the bed, Head rested on a pillow while you heard the string pull on his garments. "Hmn..Dont you dare get quiet. Do you understand?" You shivered at his words and nodded. His tip pressed softly against your enterance, The puppet was already twitching from the contant. "Wrap your legs around me." You complied. and he immediately plunged himself inside you, You moaned loudly while scara hissed at your warmth. "Ah~ Ugh.~ thats it. Just like that.." He bucked his hips up and down, with every thrust his body smashed against yours. "Y-you ah~ You belong to me darling~ G-god your so tight." You gripped tight onto his back, digging your nails into his skin. "I-ah~ Kuni~!" Your tight walls began squeezing against his length, With a couple more thrusts you began shuddering for your already built up orgasm. "Hah~ You wanted this so bad didnt you? Bet you we're Mnh~ Planning for this a while weren't you?"

"So- take it y/n. Hn- Take my seed as your reward like a good girl~!" Kuni bucked his hips hard with final thrust, Coming undone inside and filling you up deeply while soon after your own fluids gushed on his lower body.

Scara sat with you inside him for a matter of minutes, Making sure he painted your walls. He kissed your cheek softy. "Tell me." You calmed down from your high, eyes still a little droopy. "Tell me you love me." He held your hand, Palming your ring finger. Your heart swelled a bit. Did you love him? If you didnt, You would've took action as you planned earlier. Yet you didnt.

"I..I do love you." Unlike your usual silence, It didnt speak for you this time. A part of you still loved him.

a/n- I felt a bit unsatisfied with my past yan scara fics, I know yall enjoyed them, Especially the Jirai kai/kei series but I wanted to try my hand at yan scara again! Regardless thank you for reading and good luck on your future pulls! Furina HERE I COME

[dogwithblogforkatsuki]

No half-assed dreams | Katsuki x Reader

The pain of achieving dreams is something I was aware of before starting this journey, but I couldn't imagine how much of a pain I would actually end up being in. The continues educational videos, books, notebooks, notes. Writing so much that I gave my self tendinitis. However today my motivation was bottom zero, non existent and impossible to increase. With a week left before this exam, this was not the right time to feel exhausted and tired of school.The stress was starting to get me as I tried to learn about the filtration of the kidneys.

"It doesn't make any fucking sense!" I yelled out to myself, tears filling in my eyes as I let the stress get to me.

Fucking nursing, why did I have to choose nursing. Last month it was dosage calculations, which was even more nerve wrecking. I sighed to myself and thought about how I could use this last week to relax, I know enough to pass.. i could just pass this exam and save my energy, the thought of slacking made me ease up a bit.

"That's right, i know enough to pass"

"That's not a fucking option" heard Katsuki voice behind me, making me turn to face him.

"Well can you help me understand how the kidneys filter our blood, and regulate our body's hydration??" You ask him in a matter-of-factly voice, trying to explain that it's difficult stuff.

"Tch, whatever, just let me shower first" he answered me. Leaving me kinda surprised he would sit down and help me after the day he's had.

Perfect time for a break..

While making Katsuki and I some food and snacks, I could hear the water trurn on. After all the hot water was used and the food was plated, we began to study again.

"IT'S THE GLOMERULUS THAT TAKES THE BLOOD IN AND MAKES URIN, IN THE BOWL THING, WHAT DONT YOU UNDERSTAND"

"HOW DOES THAT MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE KATSUKI"

"IT DOES DUMBASS" He yelled back at me

"Whatever, I don't really need to know this to pass, it probably won't come on the exam. I can feel it" I said feeling a bit optimistic..

"As fucking if, just give up if you're not gonna give it yor all."

"Noo, i want to, I'm just tired of all the studying" I said

"Well you knew you had to study, when you chose this" he replied

"I knoww, but I just want to done and a nurse already" I said complaining

"A bad fucking nurse by the looks of it"

"Katsuki, it's not a competition.."

"It is, and I know you want to win" he said smirking and looking straight into my eyes.. irking the competitive side of me

"Fuck Katsuki, I'm just so stressed.. nothing is sticking anymore, and I'm just exhausted from studying"

Katsuki laid down on the couch, pulling you close to his chest. The way he laid down was slow and weird.

"Baby, you're the smartest and most clever dumbass ever" He said stroking my hair and holding me tighter.

"Why are you being so sweet" I asked him, his behavior worrying me a bit

"Tch, can't I help you relax" he said

"Yeah, but it doesn't look like you are relaxing" I said, staring to sit up again. Watching his muscles tense, and his stiff posture, made your suspicions rise.

Looking at his face you wouldn't think that something was wrong, Katsuki is a master at hiding his feelings. However, knowing him like you do you saw something in his stubborn eyes.

"Did you get injured again?" You asked hoping you were wrong, but him refusing so meet your gaze gave you the answer you wanted

"Fucking hell Katsuki, I told you to tell me if you got injured, or at least go to the Recovery Girl"

"AS IF I WOULD EVER LET THAT HAG PUT HER LIPS ON ME, tch" he yelled and rolled his eyes

Returning the favor I got up and pulled him with me, sitting him up straight in the sofa.

"Where is it?" I asked him, already used to his stubborn attitude towards injuries. For him getting injured was a sign he lost, and that is something he refused to admit. Because of that, I've had to use my quirk to heal his injuries countless of times. Sometimes it would be an impact injury, but it was mostly scrapes and small leasions he got on his own from training

"Ribs" he mumbled, annoyed he had to admit he's injured.

Lifting his shirt, you saw a bruise the same size as you hand. "So, what happened?" You asked

"Training against Icyhot" still mumbling

"You know you should've told me, it's okay to get injured during training." You said as you held his face, making him look at you.

"Tch, just fix it" He said with an annoyed tone.

"I only do this because I love you"

Taking a deep breath I placed my hand over his injury, and focusing my energy towards my hand. Sending my energy and healing him in a matter of minutes.

My quirk is the reason I decided to study nursing, having a healing qurik is not that common and I wanted to contribute to our society in a way I felt that mattered.

It allows me to use my energy to speed up any healing process, and as a side effect I can take away any lingering pain, since my energy causes the sensory nerves to be temporarily disabled.Katsuki was finally relaxing.

"Y/N, don't use all of your energy" he spoke calmly while looking at me. His bruise must have been painful, how did he manage so long?

"Why did you agree to study with me, if you knew you needed treatment?"

"I wanted you to save your energy for yourself" He said as he pulled me down onto his lap.

"How can you think of something so thoughtless and thoguhtfull at the same time" You asked him, completely serious.

"I would exhaust myself, if that would mean you were healthy Katsuki, so please don't hold back like that" You said pulling him in for a hug

"Whatever, we gotta continue study for you stupid exam"

[spacedlexi]

"i could keep going about wellington/alone but then its gonna start getting psychological" ooooh you want to get psychological 🌀🌀🌀 oooooh you want to share wellington/alone clem analysis 🌀🌀🌀🌀

oooohh you know i always want to get psychological anon

i feel like the wellington/alone endings are the two strongest endings for both s2 and clems character. i feel like s2 is about her learning to stand on her own. learning what she wants. learning to let go. to recognize the unstable person kenny has become (and that jane isnt so great either). bonnie tells clem to start thinking about what it is She wants, to not just follow others (who repeatedly let her down), and that maybe theres another way (ie: be the one calling the shots for once). its about clem believing in herself and her ability now that shes spent an entire season carrying the cast on her back, and fighting for respect from those same people who dont give it to her because shes still just a kid (a kid who has proven herself to be incredibly capable)

imo the kenny and jane s3 flashbacks are pretty weak and just feel like we’re dragging out their characters past their expiration dates (plus all the “youre such a good mom, clem” talk they both do really irks me 🙄 theres a difference between a character actively choosing to become a guardian and a character being told what a good guardian they are (when theyre still a child themselves with an actual adult still present). alone clem has no one to rely on but herself and she Wants to look out for aj. she needs him as much as he needs her because he gives her something to fight for. hes all she has left). kenny being so happy and talking about boats is wild to me after everything he does in s2. and so is jane killing herself before even trying to induce a miscarriage. They both still die and clem still ends up alone anyway. why not make her active in that decision? so, can she shoot or not? will she stay with someone she knows isnt completely reliable? or will she stand on her own?

honestly narratively i like the alone ending a lot for s2, because it feels like her fully realized arc for the season. being able to stand on her own, to make the hard choices. knowing what she wants for herself, or at least what she Doesnt want. wellington is just better for her and ajs wellbeing so i consider it the "good" alone ending since the actual alone ending is the hardest position clem is left in. wellington ending kenny knows hes no longer fit to take care of her, recognizing the unstable and violent person he has become, and again clem is put in the position of making the choice to stand on her own. also wellington was what her and christa were looking for since the beginning, so narratively it still feels fulfilling for a clem who couldnt pull the trigger. i think it would be really hard for her to shoot kenny, so while i like the alone ending, i also like her not being able to make the call in time, paralyzed by choice (you dont have to shoot to still get the alone ending, just choose to walk away, but if shes going to walk away id rather her do it at wellington). either way its a choice she'll have to live with, and i do like the idea of her having regrets for not being able to make a choice in the moment, and letting jane die because she just couldnt shoot kenny. and how that perceived failure impacts her decisions in the future (like with the javi david fight in s3, her actions being impacted by her choice in s2)

which all ties in nicely to: the implications in regards to vi shooting minnie to save clem in s4. a clem who couldnt shoot and a vi who could. the fear clem would have in that situation, knowing she herself couldnt pull the trigger on someone she cared about to save someone else she also cared about. i think a clem who shot kenny would still have that fear, knowing the position vi is in at that moment, but a clem who couldnt shoot i think emotionally carries more weight. it emphasizes her uncertainty in what violet might choose (or fail to choose in time. because its not necessarily about choosing not to shoot. its will she hesitate long enough for it to not matter? just like with jane and kenny). which just makes it all the more satisfying when vi IS able to make that choice in time, and is able to save them both in the process (something clem herself only learned after s2)

[biblomaniac]

Kara’s jealous of Lena’s relationship with James. What happens when she learns what’s really been going on?

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Kara regrets ever telling Lena to date James. At the time, she thought it would be bad of her as a friend to not support Lena, but dear Rao, she hates seeing them together.

It’s been months of them dating. Lena doesn’t share a lot about their relationship to Kara, or to anyone for that matter. They seem happy, or at least comfortable with one another, but something about seeing them together irks at the Kryptonian.

And to be honest, it’s more than just Kara having feelings for Lena. At first, Kara thought jealousy skewed her perception; that she was looking for issues where there were none. She’s come to terms with the fact that she’ll always love Lena, that Lena will never care for her back, but she cannot let go of the nagging thought that something was wrong about Lena dating James.

When Kara first met Lena, James was one of the staunchest opposers to their budding friendship. Even a year later when Lena purchased CatCo, James was more than weary of not only her last name, but her presence in general.

Then, all of the sudden, James is attracted to Lena? Wanting to date her as if he had not vehemently rejected even the very idea of her, minimized her individuality, labeling her as just another Luthor.

It makes no sense. Illogical in every form of the word, but Kara bit her tongue, trying to be the best friend she could to both parties.

It isn’t until Lena starts pulling away from Kara that she actually begins to watch how James and Lena interact.

At CatCo, it’s very professional. They don’t spend extended amounts of time alone and Lena certainly doesn’t play favorites. One of Lena’s main concerns before they started dating was the fact that she is James’s boss, so this makes sense.

I assume it’s the same at L-Corp. I mean, I’ve never seen or heard James there apart from when he was supposed to look in Lena’s vault.

Speaking of the vault, damn did Kara screw that situation up. She should’ve just trusted that Lena didn’t have any more kryptonite. She should’ve trusted her reason for why she had kryptonite. The PTSD from previous exposure has certainly clouded her mind a bit. She knew Lena had never wanted to hurt her and yet, she let her emotions lead her. Sending Guardian to essentially break in was her most reckless act of jealousy to date. It drove a bigger wedge between Supergirl and the youngest Luthor that Kara fears they’ll never recover from.

It’s right after this debacle that Lena begins to cancel movie nights and lunches out with Kara. It’s gradual at first. Kara knows the CEO is much too busy to make it to every one of their plans, and on more than one occasion, Kara herself has had to call for a rain check. But when the rescheduled dates turn into cancellations and rejections, Kara does start to take it personally.

It has to be me, right? She still comes to game nights and out to drink once in a while, but it’s like she doesn’t leave James’s side.

The blonde sees an opening one evening while the brunette is refilling glasses in the kitchen. While the others are busy arguing over what game to play next, Kara slips into the kitchen, leaning against the counter next to Lena.

Kara isn’t quite sure how to start the conversation. She stands there for a moment picking at her fingers before blurting out a rushed, “Are you okay?”

The brunette pauses in her reach for another bottle of beer. It’s the only indication in her body language that Lena has heard her.

“I’m fine,” she says plainly, resuming her task.

“Are…are we okay?” Kara asks next.

“What do you mean? Of course we’re okay,” she replies dismissively.

“I dont, I mean… did I do something to offend you?”

Lena must see something she doesn’t like in Kara’s pleading eyes. Her shoulders loosen and she breathes out a soft sigh.

“I haven’t meant to be distant. It’s just…James made some comments about me not spending enough time with him. I’ve been trying to make it up, but in the process I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry, Kara. Truly.”

Lena sounds apologetic and Kara can’t really fault her. She’s been in that position before with Mon-el; wanting to please a partner can sometimes make maintaining other relationships difficult for a time.

“It’s okay; I understand. Don’t worry about it,” Kara assured her, laying a hand on Lena’s arm for a moment before helping her carry the drinks back to the living room.

I should just be patient. It’s only been a few months; everything will go back to normal soon.

*************

It’s been two more months, and somehow Kara feels the situation has gotten worse. Lena has just become plain dodgy. She hardly accepts Kara’s calls, answers texts vaguely, and on the rare occasion she sees her in person, it’s only been with James wrapped around her.

Kara tries to mind her business, knowing it can be intrusive to listen in on people’s private conversations. Yet, she doesn’t need super hearing or x-ray visions to see how tense her friends always seem.

James puts on the cool guy exterior; calm, collected, confident. But Kara can pick up micro expressions even the most trained specialists couldn’t decipher. The looks were usually in relation to Lena. Whether it be her jobs, businesses, opinions, or her family, James always seemed to be irked by her.

Kara hated it.

She hated every second of seeing them together. It reminds her of the start of her friendship with Lena; James vehemently opposed to Kara befriending the young Luthor.

Every time the thought crossed her mind, she feels her heart beat increasing and a minimal tinge of heat vision creeping behind her eyes. Many glasses have been the victim of her temper lately. More than once, she’s had to excuse herself from group settings to cool down.

Alex thinks it’s just Kara being overprotective, that she’s reading too much into it and being too sensitive. But Kara knows in her heart that James and Lena aren’t right for one another. She doesn’t want to overstep by inquiring about it with Lena (that’s if she would even give me the time of day to talk), so she watches as the love of her life slowly fades from her reach into the arms of another, praying to Rao Lena will return to her one day.

*************

Though it has been several weeks and the Children of Liberty have gone underground for now, Kara is still reeling from her near-death experience on Shelly Island. She felt such undeniable rage at James for getting them both in that situation. She may have accepted his apology, but her trust in him is broken indubitably.

The moment James dawned the mantle of Guardian, Kara knew it would never work out. It was clear he felt inferior, that he needed the adrenal rush of danger to feel like he was making a difference.

This is exactly why I didn’t want humans acting as vigilantes.

Kara tries to keep her “god complex”, as Lena so eloquently said, in check. It’s not her place to police humans, but dear Rao, has is been more of a hassle to have another vigilante in the mix.

Not only has he been more of a hindrance in the field, now that he’s making headlines by revealing his identity and essentially co-signing the Children of Liberty, he’ll never be fully safe. If not for Lena, he would’ve been charged and arrested.

He hasn’t even thought about his friends and family. About Lena. It would be more than easy for the public to associate his alliance with the Children of Liberty and their anti-alien rhetoric with the Luthors. Hadn’t Lex put her through enough? Hadn’t he seen how his actions could be a trigger for Lena?

It’s incredibly hard for Kara to remain impartial. To keep her thoughts to herself as everyone else goes on about their lives while hers remains stagnant.

Now that she has a better handle of her duties as a reporter and a hero, she is able to better manage her time when she gets to be just Kara. With her group of friends being pulled in so many directions, and without Lena to spend a lot of one on one time with, she’s beginning to pick up hobbies she once had to set aside in favor of being Supergirl.

Kara busies herself painting at human speed. It’s a calming ritual that helps her to unwind after especially hard days as a hero, or trying days as a reporter.

She focuses on the color theory of her work, deciding which shade of maroon best complements the beryl eyes of her muse. Just as she goes to mix the next set of colors on a clean palette, there is a knock at the door.

I wonder who that could be.

Kara rises from the stool by the window, turning her easel to face the wall before crossing the room to open the door.

The sight that greets her is unexpected. Lena stands in front of her, tears streaming down her red face. Her nose is running, cheeks blotchy, and hair loose. Kara’s never seen her quite so distraught.

“Hey, what’s wrong?!” Kara asks worriedly. Lena only sobs in response, raising a hand to cover her mouth as if surprised by her own response.

Kara ushers her inside, trying to think of a reason for why Lena could be crying so profusely. Closing the door behind her, Kara reaches toward Lena to comfort her. Just as her hand makes contact with Lena’s arm, the brunette jerks away violently holding her arm across her chest. Her eyes are crazed, open wide and bloodshot.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Kara doesn’t know what to do. She’s never had to help someone so hysterical. “Lena, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“N—no. I’m sorry,” she cries backing away until she hits the wall.

Kara takes two steps back. She hold her hands out in front of her, trying not to come off as a threat.

“Breathe, Lena,” she instructs. “You have to calm down.”

Lena tries to slow her breathing, but she can’t catch her breath. All she can hear is the yelling, the snide remarks about her name, feel the press of the wall against her back and hands tight on her arms.

“Lena. Lena! Look at me, baby, can I come closer?” Kara just wants to wrap the brunette in her arms, but she knows from experience that too much too fast can be detrimental in moments like this.

She waits for Lena to answer, to give just one sign of acknowledgment to Kara’s request. All she receives is a jolted nod of acceptance before the brunette is slipping onto the floor. Kara walks closer slowly, approaching her friend like a scared animal. When she is just two feet from the brunette, she drops to her knees.

“Lee, can I touch you?”

She whimpers, face twisted in fear.

What in Rao’s name happened to her?

“Look, match my breathing.” The reporter begins a round of exaggerated breaths, trying to get Lena to breathe in and out with her. It works marginally; Lena finds the rhythm but the breaths are too shaky to be providing any real comfort.

Kara inches closer on her knees, “Good, you’re doing so well, baby. Here, put your hand on my chest. That’s it; good girl.” Her voice is low and soothing, words infused with a calm she herself doesn’t even feel right now.

Lena reaches out with a trembling hand to rest her palm against the hero’s chest. Kara notes that the arm she reached for earlier is still clutched tightly to the CEO’s chest, as if protecting an injury. Kara covers the hand against her chest with her own. She holds it there lightly to showcase the cadence of her own breathing. Her thumb rubs soothing circles against the soft skin of Lena’s hand.

They sit there, cramped on the floor of Kara’s loft for quite some time. When Lena finally catches her breath, her hand tightens on the collar of Kara’s sweater, using the hold to pull herself into Kara’s chest.

The blonde opens her arms for the crying woman, allowing her to crawl into her lap. The shorter woman tucks her head into Kara’s neck, legs pressed tightly to her own chest. She crowds herself into Kara small, small, small, as if she alone could block out the horrors of the world.

“Lee—“

The brunette shakes her head, apparently not ready to speak. Her sobs have hushed to a silent stream of tears falling down her cheeks, but the blonde can still hear the erratic beat of her heart. Kara wraps her arms around the smaller woman, holding her close but not tight enough to constrict.

“I’m gonna stand, okay? Just going to the couch. It’s more comfortable.”

Kara positions Lena better so that she can stand. The hold is awkward with Lena balled up as she is, but it’s no real trouble for the girl of steel. Lena holds tighter, seemingly ready for the short travel to the couch. Kara lowers herself slowly, rather than plopping as she usually does. The reporter sits there, murmuring quiet assurances to Lena. Before long, she feels the body in her arms going limp. Checking her heart, the hero finds it steady, the lub-dub much calmer than when she first arrived.

Kara doesn’t dare to move, wanting to allow Lena the chance to rest after her ordeal. Many scenarios cross Kara’s mind. There isn’t much that truly shakes Lena. When the brunette whimpers, Kara starts to card her fingers through dark locks. She immediately calms under Kara’s gentle caress.

She sleeps for a while longer. Kara continues her ministrations even once Lena rouses. The hero hears her breathing change, but she doesn’t speak until Lena does.

“I’m sorry,” she says into Kara’s chest. Her voice in muffled against the soft material of Kara’s paint-spattered sweater.

“What for?”

“Coming here. I didn’t mean to disrupt your evening, especially after I neglected your text to hang out.”

“Lena, I don’t care about that. You are always welcome here,” Kara assures.

Lena doesn’t reply. She just lays in the safety of her best friend’s arms. Kara allows her a moments peace before addressing the obvious elephant in the room.

Her voice remains calm and even, “Lena, tell me what’s wrong.”

Silence.

“Did something happen today?”

Silence again.

“Lena. You have to work with me here. I know something is wrong. I want to help you, but you have to let me in,” the reporter admonishes lightly, “I want to help you, in any way you need. You just have to let me in.”

A shaky exhale escapes the scientist before she removes her head from Kara’s chest. Her eyes never meet the blondes, but she can absolutely feel her pointed stare as she rolls up the sleeve of her left arm.

The purpling bruises painting her alabaster skin look worse in the hours following their placement. They trail up her arm in ribbons of finger prints. Kara is silent, but Lena feels her body tense into the hardness of a rock.

The brunette glances up at the tanned face of her friend. The first thing she notices is the absence of Kara’s trademark glasses. From her position, she can’t see the entirety of her face, but the hard set of the reporters jaw indicates a great deal of anger. Blue eyes remain focused on Lena’s arm, her free hand moving to trace one mark carefully.

“Who did this?”

The infliction of her voice, it’s so…familiar. It doesn’t sound like the soft upbeat tone the bubbly blonde usually has. The timbre is husky, a low gruff that has the potential scare Lena if it was directed at her.

“Lena. Tell me who did this,” Kara repeats, turning her head so that stormy blue meet glassy green.

Features she’s memorized over the last three years look off. There is something about Kara in this moment that clashes with the image in her mind. Lena doesn’t answer her; only continues to search Kara’s face for the inconsistencies her mind is fighting to recognize.

Kara is growing impatient, she wants to make whoever did this to her beloved pay. She moves her hand to Lena’s jaw, pulling her closer ever so gently. Only inches remain between the two.

“Tell me who hurt you, please,” she whisperers. It’s so soft compared to her tone just a moment ago. A gentle breeze following the tempest of her earlier pleas.

Mismatched eyes flutter closed, silent tears leaking slowly. The broken explanation she delivers is hushed, voice cracking and devolving into choked whimpers every so often.

“He got so upset; angry. I told him it wasn’t right. That he was endangering so many with this facade. He didn’t care; accosted me for not siding with him. I went to leave and he grabbed me. It startled me. All I could see was Lex’s angry face spitting in mine as he raved about aliens and their inferiority, Lillian slapping me for misbehaving, Lionel…”

Kara can’t bear to hear the rest. She places her forehead on Lena’s, pulling the brunette back into the safety of her own body. The urge she has to protect Lena calls to a violent part of herself that she hadn’t experienced since being poisoned with Red Kryptonite all those years ago.

“Shhh. I got you. I’ll fix it. Tell me who did this and I’ll make sure it never happens again.”

The whimpering CEO spits out the answer as if it burned her tongue with its utterance, “J—James.”

Son of a bitch.

He’s finally crossed the line.

There are a lot of things Kara isn’t proud of. Not making it to Earth to raise Kal-el, hiding her alien-ness, failing to observe the all the Kryptonian rites and holidays she’s missed over the last 14 years on Earth. In this moment, she regrets two things more than all the others combined: hiding her identity to Lena, and not putting a stop to this relationship sooner.

“Rao, I’m so sorry—“

Lena feels like her heart has stopped. Her emerald eyes shoot open to stare directly into icy blue. There was only one other time, one other person, who she heard that desperate mention from. This can’t be happening. What the fuck have I gotten myself into.

“S-supergirl?” She stutters, mouth falling open minutely. The pieces connect like a puzzle, fitting in seamlessly with countless memories and quotes: how she could effortlessly carry Lena across the room, the voice, all the excuses to leave lunch early, even “I flew here…on a bus.”

She tries to untangle herself from the hero, but Kara’s strength holds her pretty much in place. “God, I’m an idiot. You… you lied to me! Was this all fake; part of a plan? Did you know this would happen?!” Lena is crying in earnest, voice pitched high and a tremble of fear underneath the thin veil of anger.

“No! I would never do that; you know me, Lena—“

“No I don’t!” She protests, but they fall on deaf ears. She continues her struggle against the impenetrable blonde, becoming erratic at the feeling of being trapped, “Let me go! Let me go!”

Kara gently deposits the woman on the couch. She kneels before her, hands on the couch bracketing both sides of her thighs. “Okay, okay. Please, just listen to me. I was going to tell you. But I got scared. You were already so distant because of James; I didn’t want you be leave me. I’m sorry I lied. I thought I was protecting you.”

Lena immediately protests the statement, “How could you be protecting me? I was already in danger; I have been since the moment I met the Luthors.”

“It feels like every time someone else finds out, everyone who knows becomes open to more danger. I don’t want that. Especially for you.”

Tears still fall, but their flow turns from raging rapids into steady streams. “Why are you saying this? You told me you wouldn’t trust a Luthor with your name.”

“I didn’t mean that—“

“Yes you did! You were angry at me, and you said it to be cruel.”

“Lee, I didn’t mean it. I swear I didn’t! I was hurt, and I lashed out. I’m sorry,” Kara says placing her hands into Lena’s knees and leaning up into her space.

“Don’t lie to me.” She whispers brokenly. The day has been too long, too hard. The earnestness in Kara’s eyes is alluring. So different from the spark of hate and loathing James’s had earlier. The fight drains out of her when the Super presses their foreheads together.

“I’ll never do it again. I’ll tell you everything: about me, about Krypton, how I got to Earth. Khap vrreiahv vo rrip, i shokh nim i.”

I promise to you, my truth is yours.

Lena’s face feels wet, but she doesn’t know if it’s her tears or Kara. “I—I can’t trust you,” she whimpers, voice choked and mouth dry.

“You don’t have to. I wouldn’t deserve it even if you did. I promised to protect you, and I failed. Just let me help you,” Kara avows, running the tip of her nose along Lena’s, around her regal cheek bones and to the shell of her ear.

“I’ll fix this,” she pledges, “You are my everything.”

You are my everything.

The brunette sinks down, holding herself to Kara with her uninsured arm as tightly as she can. “Don’t hurt me. I can’t bear it.”

Kara hugs her back, pressing kiss after kiss to Lena’s dark unruly hair, “Never again, Lena. I’ll take care of you. Khap vrreiahv.”

Always.

[ourserendipity]

Shadows beneath dazzling lights

(Aventurine x Memokeeper! fem!reader)

Chatters of customers along with the clanging of champagne glasses were heard all around the casino as people wagered their bets on one another. It is suffice to say that Penacony truly is a place worth dreaming of: having to leisurely spend your time into the ravishing sights brought by the dreamscape, decorated by the illuminating towers of endless entertainment. And this night is no exception to the one and only Aventurine. He hums as he sips the glass full of tequila, relishing on the tingling pain as its aftertaste: maybe being a masochist was his thing after all, he thought. As far as he knows, nothing has yet to steal his full attention amongst the crowd of people all lathered in jewelries of gold and such, the feeling of familiarity and oddity clinging onto his back reminding him of so. Just then, as he takes a last sip on the glass, he felt a stray glance being shot to his position. 'And who might this be?' he thought to himself. Feeling enthralled by the idea of being sought by someone, it sent shivers down his spine as he eagerly gets up from the luxurious couch, ready to strike up a conversation and to hopefully make a deal with a new client friend.

You spun out your fingers at the empty glass, glancing on the blonde's position only to see him gone yet again. Seems like fate had played its tricks on you again, though not in the way you expected. Just when you were about to stand up, you were greeted by a familiar voice sitting right beside you. "Fancy seeing you here, miss memokeeper," Shit, you've been caught. " Silent as ever, huh? You sure do have ways to avoid such conflicts. Not that I would dare stir one in front of many right now," He smirks as he stares at the empty glass in your table.

"Two glasses of Cosmopolitan, please."

"Comin' right up sir!"

You stare at him in disbelief, gosh was he so sly for that one. Coughing, you briefly excuse yourself as you quickly motioned to the bartender. "No thanks, I'll have a French 75 instead"

"Ooh, quite the sharp one miss, I see. How about an icebreaker for that one? Pretty sure you don't want to embarrass this youn-"

"I said what I said," you spat out, glaring at the now smug Aventurine. He shrugs it off, silently telling the bartender to do his thing.

"Simply terrific of you. Why don't you wipe off that irk on your face and let's have a small talk, nothing fishy of course,"

"You can't even see my face, idiot."

"Ah, right. My apologies then, dear friend," he retorts, emphasizing the word 'friend'.

Silence. A long break of silence is heard between the two of you, both relishing in the awkward atmosphere lingering in the air. It may not seem like it, but you find yourself feeling a sense of peace while quietly observing the guy's figure. Sometimes, you do wonder what is up with him and his brain that piqued your interest. Was it the fact that he is a senior executive of the IPC? Maybe it was because he always seemed to win all of his games despite the odds? Or perhaps it was something about that sly and cunning facade of his? The mask he always wears in public, just like you do; in different ways that is. Whatever it is, you despise the fact that you somewhat feel pitiful around him, as if he was someone pretending who he was not meant to be, someone who is but a sheep in wolf's clothing always eager to engage in situations that would bring him thrill and adrenaline rushing through his veins. But sometimes, that pity of yours may just be in the right place at the right time.

"Excuse me ma'am and sir, I believe it's best that both of you leave this place. The bar is nearing its closing hours."

"You can leave the both of us if that's your concern. I'll rent this place for the night if that option's available"

"Sure thing sir! It's just that-"

"Dont worry, we'll make sure that we won't make any ruckus here," he chuckles, sliding some stack of freshly printed cash at the counter. Shocked by his sudden actions, the bartender takes the money and quickly leaves the place, flipping the open sign to close before fully leaving.

"You really had to do that, huh?" you sigh, shaking your head at what he did just now. Unbelievable, truly unbelievable how he could just waste his money just like that. "Why not? Thought that only two could play this kind of game?" he replies, a smirk forming on his lips.

"What kind of game you say?"

"It depends on you, miss memokeeper~"

"I'll pass."

"Aw shucks. And to think that you have something bothering you right now. Tell me, do childish games bore the likes of you? Shall I raise the stakes even higher?" he asks, ever so confident as usual.

"........."

"Ah there you are again, miss memokeeper. You're quite the kill-"

"No thanks. I'd rather have it done my way," you reply. Aventurine was so surprised to hear these words coming out of your mouth: it's usually the other way around, where he is the one always being cocky and bold. And just then as he was processing what had just happened...

"May I invite you for this... dance, Mr. Aventurine?" soft eyes meet his slightly shocked ones as you bow down, slowly placing his fingertips at the palm of your hands, leaving a soft and tender kiss on his gloved skin. There you are, standing in front of him, poised in all of your glory: body adorned with smooth silk cloth, decorated with luscious white pearls that resemble the many stars painted across the starry nights of the galaxy. Your head, crowned with an embroidered veil atop of your porcelain mask.

Oh Aeons, if he isn't already lucky enough this also happened, just when he needed something for a momentary break from his usual scheme. He ought to take this opportunity, for this is something only to be witnessed by one once in a blue moon. 'Thank Aeons I keep on winning my wagers' he muttered to himself, accepting your offer by returning the favor.

"My, my. I can't say that I would fully accept this bet of yours. But that wouldn't mean that I'd fully decline it either ~" he jokingly teases, all while standing up to meet you eye to eye.

"Either way, an offer is an offer. Regardless of its significance to you, just remember that I only take those that truly benefit me. One isn't willing to be on the losing end of every game, no?" he asks, his hands finding its way on your own.

"I'll consider that, mr. Aventurine," you hummed in response, eyes focused on his subtle movements. "However....." you look at his hands, then glance at yours.

"What is it miss memokeeper?"

"Isn't this position... a bit odd?" you question him, slightly disappointed and concerned at the same time. It seems that things are to turn awkward for the both of you yet again. He felt an awkward smile creep up to his smile upon realizing what he just did. He did not just.... Sighing, you gently let go of your hands around his to help him reposition his hands to the right place.

"This one... goes here. And the other goes... there. Perfect. Now it doesn't feel strange anymore," you replied, chuckling softly at his gesture. Repositioning both of your clasped hands on your side, you patiently wait for his response. Strangely enough, he only looked at you with a tender gaze, telling you that he is vulnerable comfortable enough to begin.

"What are you waiting for, miss memokeeper? The night is young and the game has just begun," Aventurine teases. It's not like he gets to see you like this everyday. Especially when you are always successful at avoiding his sights in broad daylight. Slowly but surely you sway your hips with him as you rock your entwined hands with him back and forth. The cold air breeze mixed with the intoxicating scent of his expensive perfume only made you feel more bolder as you tug his hands, telling him to follow your lead. It didn't help that the dim lights were making it hard for the both of you to see, but that didn't matter right now: what matters is the scene that is laid upon your very eyes, an alluring one. One that is worthy of keeping in the garden of recollection. Warm breaths fan over your neck as he brings his head down to you, putting your movement to a halt. It stayed like that for a while: Aventurine playing with the ends of your veil as he inhales your scent. Aeons was he truly dazed by your gracious beauty.

But somehow, just somehow, it would seem that empathy and pity would wash over the thrill of the moment as you unconsciously wander your hands along his back, making his body shriek a little. You let him do his own thing while you try to balance yourself, signaling to you that intoxication is starting to take its toll on your stature. It would look like that you were an emanator sent by an Aeon, and it quite is, giving how your glooming presence had taken him aback; you're going to be the death of him that's for sure.

"Tell me, does it feel suffocating?" you ask, hands lightly grazing all over his neck, looking at him with awe and concern.

"It's not like I have a say on that. I've been living on the edge long enough to blur the lines between breathing and suffocating." Aventurine replies, his breath hitching along his lines. It was obvious he was bottling up all this pent up emotions he could never truly express properly.

"....Is that so? Then.... Why don't you allow me?"

Amused by the sudden request, he chuckles at the idea. "Daring to try, I see. Remember, I don't play games with me on the losing end, friend."

"It is not a mere suggestion, Mr. IPC. It's an order," you retort monotonously, the tone of dominance lingering on your voice ever so slightly. It seems that you've got him trapped at his own game. Shrugging his shoulders, he willingly puts his hands up in the air, as if he's messing with you. "Alright alright, looks like you've caught me on that one. Do whatever you please, miss~" he responds with a sly smirk all over his face.

"............."

There is it again: the abhorrent silence quickly enveloping the dimly lit room. Only the thud of your footsteps were heard as you circle around his fragile figure, hands moving its way on his shoulder without breaking your eye contact with him. making it to his front, you slightly bow down, placing a kiss on his right hand you had just swiftly placed on the palm of your unoccupied hand. Standing up, you set yourselves in a sensual pace as you lead him to dance freely, still making sure that he was on the same tempo as you. Perfect, now's your chance to secretly pry unto his past in hopes of collecting new, unfound memories; all the while he was distracted by your moves.

Distraught by what's happening, Aventurine closes his eyes as you lead him senselessly. He expects you to use him in such ways one could not easily comprehend, but this is far better from what he had anticipated. Had he not let his guard down, this would have end up very differently. Still, he let it all happen at once, waiting for the right time to strike. And that's where it hit him: this was the perfect opportunity to flip you off your table to gain an upper hand. Just as you were about to spin, he swiftly cages you in his hands, giving him the time to clasp your hands with his while the other tightly grips onto your waist. Now it's his turn to dominate this friendly duel. It became harder for you to encapsulate his memories as he leads you in the heat of the battle: the pace turning faster and more intense. You try to break free from his grasp when you look at his eyes, gazing at you oh so tenderly. You can't help but look back at him with awe as your bodies twist and turn around each other.

"That's it, miss memokeeper. Look at me, look at me as if I were weak and pathetic. Gaze into my eyes and tell me what you see. Go ahead and strip me of everything I had, my past even, it's all yours; all yours" he whispers to you, as if he was begging.

Looking into his eyes dread of light, you tap onto the murky abyss that is his whole existence: the fall of his nation, his demise in the hands of the duke, all the constant suffering he had endured just to witness the sunset he had wished to see with his long lost sister. All of it, locked behind his eyes devoid of life. Somehow, it made you feel like you wanted, no, you needed to puke out. Such things should not be experienced by one, let alone at a young age. You feel the presence of IX gazing over you, having you on its chokehold, ready to end your existence simply by its sheer force of nothingness crushing over you; leaving you with no choice but to forcefully close your eyes in hopes of escaping death itself. You successfully escaped your fate of turning into nothing but dust. Doing so however, you also left the blonde man all alone in the dreamscape, isolated in his own world of thoughts processing what had just happened. He was all alone again, just like what he's used to.

It was truly strange how despite being in the path of preservation, the Aeon of nihility lurks over that man. Perhaps now is not the time to know the truth, but there is one thing you're very sure of: that there will be time where you'll meet him again. And whether it is in at the time of uncertainty or his demise even, you were certain that only fate itself would allow you to peek into his hollow eyes for one last time, hopefully keeping all what's left in him in his final moments.

(Totally not inspired by that acheswan animation from mihoyo themselves, no no 🫣🫣 Also aventurine's pov will be posted at some time ig)

[viridescenttemple]

HEY EVERYONE HERE IM STILL ALIVE 2K3NRBJR

ART SOON! PROBABLY TODAY OR TOMORROW

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SO TO THOSE THAT KEPT READING, I WAS SICK FOR A SHORT WHILE AND DIDNT POST AFTER THAT UNLESS ONCE IN A WHILE, I WAS MORE IN TWITTER BY THEN AS WELL, AS TIME WENT ON I BECAME MORE AND MORE SCARED OF POSTING IN THE INTERNET, AND THE FANDOM I WAS IN WAS NOT GOOD AT THE TIME AS WELL SO THE FEAR KEPT BUILDING UP UNTIL I STOPPED POSTING ANYWHERE ON THE INTERNET [APART WITH CLOSE FRIENDS], ALSO IF UR WONDERING WHY MY TWT IS GONE IS BECAUSE I JUST DID NOT WANT TO BE PART OF THE FANDOM I WAS IN BEFORE AND WANTED TO CUT WITH IT PERMANETLY AND I BECAME SICK OF TWITTER IN ITS ENTIRETY, THE PEOPLE AND THE SITE IN ITSELF JUST IRKS ME IN A WAY I CANT DESCRIBE, TOO AGRESSIVE? I THINK IS THE WORD IM LOOKING FOR, ANWAYS WHY AM I COMING BACK HERE? ONE I CAME TO UNDERSTAND THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KEEP SHARING SOMETHING I LOVE [MY ART] TO THE WORLD, EVEN IF 1 OR 2 PEOPLE SEE IT, TWO IS THAT I DONT HAVE TO MAKE SUPER POLISHED ART TO SHARE THINGS I LIKE, IF IT COMES FROM MYSELF AND I LOVE IT THEN ITS GOOD AND THREE I FIND TUMBLR MORE RELAXING I GUESS THAN I DO OF TWITTER AND I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY STUFF IN MY LITTLE CORNER OF THE WORLD

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[thesuperiorgenshinaddict]

Hiya could I request Val x reader, where reader and angel become friends and val gets jealous of them spending time together. It can be NSFW if u want it to

AN: trying to think of a title but i can't think of shit LMFAO. gonna put the SFW stuff at the top and the N$FW at the bottom. also i can't really think of when val would be jealous of angel n you normally cuz i dont think he has thaaat much beef w/ angel so it can probably be taken as val having a wittle psychotic crushy wushy on reader and denying it in his head lolz

also halfway through writing this i just realized that you could've wanted a soft thing of valentino and reader talking it out and being like 'erm bro i got jealous...' and shit but like i went more of the canon route :3333 Pairing: Valentino x GN! Reader, (Platonic) Angel Dust x GN! Reader Warnings: Valentino typical shit, weaaaapoons ooo, Violence, Angel Dust slander, Valentino being an asshole, Degradation, SFW-ish HCs:

You and Angel Dust were Valentino's top stars. Made him the most cash and shit so he was slightly nicer to the both of you. Of course, that also meant you had to film more often.

So, imagine how fucking PISSED he was when you were not only late for filming, your ass also went to goof around with Angel. Mind you, he was already pissing and shitting himself after Angel skeddaddled to the Hazbitch Hotel.

The mere thought that he might lose another of his top stars to that shithole made him petulantly stomp his feet like a whiny bitch. He decided to be a nice, kind individual (he's delusional) and try to let you off with a warning. Honestly, said 'warning' was just him making you feel like shit and making himself seem nice and all that.

As much as he likes the amount of cash Angel Dust gets him, he gets irked every time he sees that slutty bitch's face. It was definitely hypocritical of him to say, but he considered Angel a 'bad influence'. He's just waiting for the day he catches you fucking around with those redemption hoes. Valentino's hands are just itching to grab his beloved gun and shoot the fucking hotel up. (lmao will I get flagged for that)

Thank god you weren't late for anything else for a long while. Valentino almost forgot how much he was raging until he spots Angel and you at a mall. A fucking mall. Great, and you're even giggling and kicking your feet with him. Valentino swears he has no actual interest in you, but that shit set him off. He screeches at Vox for like 3 hours until you pull up at the studio and he goes batshit.

He gives Angel the most ominous glare in the history of, idk, me and your mom's relationship and drags you to the dressing room. Seriously, why the fuck is he acting like this? Fucking hell. Why the fuck were you flirting with the horny spider shitbag? (Delusional Valentino real) To be fair, he'd be more pissed if you were trying to hit on some rando in the street, but Angel Dust is still a traitorous lying dick in his book. I forgot if that was a phrase or not. Or idiom, I don't fucking know.

Wow, that's a lot of fucks.

Now for the sussy HC's boom:

He's fucking your brains out. He probably won't stop until he physically sees marks of his hands and teeth everywhere. Doesn't bother to prep you with anything, just rawdogs it.

Has you bent over the makeup desk thing or whatever the fuck it's called and holding your face in one of his hands. Says the most condescending shit, but it just sounds embarrassingly insecure. Well, it would be funny if it wasn't for how he's one movement away from choking your lights out.

His claws dig into your back and he has one of your legs onto the table just to hit the angle that has you crying. All the while, his mouth is yapping away about how if you left him he would track you down and obliterate your asshole until you can't walk for the next week and a half.

Bonus points if he drags Angel in just to watch his expression while he makes you say stupid shit. Probably thinks he's being cool based off Angel Dust's upset face, but that's mainly because Angel's just feeling bad for you. Valentino's still having his headcanon that Angel and you are trying to hit it off.

Valentino's probably pushing the laws of physics with this because that's at least Mach 10 speed. It's a joke, I think. Running his fingers over your spine to watch you shiver, his pride is almost palpable.

Once he busted a nut, he walks off like nothing happens. Literally strutting away like he just invented the flying dildo or something. Oh god, this is making me think that he probably has. Christ.

Angel helps clean you up and the two of you can share a depressing laugh about how you're literally just homies. Valentino acts a lot more possessive afterwards and religiously stares Angel Dust down.

Good luck trying to leave the tower now, he's making sure he's constantly watching you.

Drabble woo (i'll make a ff of this soon i promise)

Valentino's eye twitches as he takes labored breaths. "You fucking slut." He growls out as he clenches and unclenches his fists. His wings are unraveled and he slams the dressing room door shut. Suddenly, his entire personality pulls a 180. His lower set of hands go to cup your face and he visibly relaxes. "Aw, baby," He coos. "Do I not give you enough attention? Is that why you're so desperate to whore around with Angel?" As if he's trying to coax an answer out of you, he runs his hand down your back in a comforting (?) motion. Apparently his attention span is really fucking low because he abruptly stands up and lifts you up by your neck. He fucking squeezes. Hard. "How the fuck am I not treating you well enough? Since you have so much time to fuck around and go burn my well earned cash with that lanky bitch, how about you tell me what you're not happy about?!" His nails dig into your skin and you can vaguely feel the blood slowly trickling down. Your heart is like it's beating out of your chest and holy shit, the adrenaline is going crazy.

AN: okay yeah so sry for sudden stop but ill probably write this as a fanfic thing later cuz rn i procrasinated this req for soo long like 5 whopping days bro oh my gyatt. im gonna work on my masterlist and whatever first and then ill get this done okie? okie thanks 4 understanding i hope this req was what you wanted otherwise feel free to ask for a remake w/ a diff vibe yk :p

[kamiversee]

SPILL ON UR LOVELIFE OMG WHAT 👀👀 I want fanfic moments too hsjjssj

Are you ready for a yap sesh…

Okay so do y’all rmb that 6ft tall guy I was talking to & said I MIGHT be in love w? Yeah so erm… He was wayyy to lusty for me, so much so that when we talked and he’d say how much he liked me— it just felt weird because it was like “wtf do you like about me aside from the fact that I’m nice & know how to dirty talk??”

And I thought it was ironic that he was too lusty for me even tho I write literal smut in my free time but y’all I’m not even exaggerating when I say nearly every convo w tht man was about sex. And if it wasn’t about sex then it was just about something pertaining to him in general.

Anything he knew about me was info I had to just throw out there to him yk? It was like he never really asked me anything about myself unless it was something sexual. Which irked my nerves so badly because, again, wth did he like about me? The guy didn’t even know my favorite color like ??

But in the beginning I was pretty blindsided by how good the conversations were and I was just happy to receive attention in all honesty.

Anywho tho, I told my bsf about the guy & he was telling me to stop talking to him because it’s going no where, or at least tell him that I want him to start asking things about me but uh…

I’m not that kinda person y’all. I dont want to have to tell someone to be curious about me if they claim to be interested in me. It was so apparent that he was only interested in the way I gave him a listening ear on his struggles & the way I engaged in sexual convos.

So, although I felt like shit for a while because I didn’t wanna be like his other exes tht just up & left him for no reason, I eventually told him I just couldn’t talk to him romantically anymore. NOW, this was damn there the icing on the cake.

While he was really mature about it ending & basically said he understood and wasn’t going to push me about staying or anything, y’all… he didn’t even ask why I wanted things to end. I wasn’t exactly looking for him to ask why but dude, if u claimed to like me as much as you did & were oh so infatuated with me, shouldn’t you wanna know why I suddenly wanna break things off w you??? 😐

Anyway, that ended & we decided to just stay friends. Our convos got shorter and shorter & nowadays he & I both moved on.

ONTO MY CURRENT LOVE INTEREST 😁

Guys hes so.

We started talking from me giving him advice abt his ex and stuff & I met him literally right after that first guy so he even gave me advice abt him and when I told him I felt so shitty about leaving guy numb 1, he reassured me even tho he didn’t know me tht well at the time ^-^

Then from there we just became friends and would talk a lot bc he noticed my lil sugu obsession and told me he looked like him (He does lowk) which led to him sayin I should be obsessed w him instead of Sugu since he’s actually real… he lowk gagged me there guys

Aaaand we’d just talk every day more and more, all on discord btw bc it’s so silly over there (server coming when??) And like, I dont rmb when exactly he caught feelings for me but at some point I could just kinda tell.

The only thing was that it just felt too soon so when he actually confessed to me or wtv, I told him I still wanted to know more about him as a person and whatnot. AND GUYSGUYSGUYS.

So rmb guy1 right? & how he didn’t even know my fav color? I told guy2 about that and he immediately asked abt it. I KNOW that’s smth so small but pls, it was so sweet…. is the bar in hell? Idk, I swear I have standards 🙏

We even had a whole convo abt colors & it was just super cute! >< Another time, I vented and told him how guy1 didn’t rlly put in any effort to get to know me but claimed to like me and guy2 went out of his way to say how he wants to know everything about me

When I tell y’all his confession was like smth out of a damn fanfic. YALLLLLL. And it’s funny bc MLN is actually based on events tht’s happened in my life soo…

Anywho, guy2 is amazing and ilhsm. He’s so sweet and silly, I wanna eat him yall ☹️

We talk everyday & I’ve ruined my sleep schedule juust a bit for him (it was ruiened beforehand tbh)!

That’s pretty much how things r goin for me rn. Guy1 & guy2 did interact w each other at one point and it was sooo messy yall, I was not feelin it but thats a story for another time frfr

I hope you guys enjoyed my podcast :3

[chocochococoffee]

7 & 22 for the salty asks :)

Hello and aorry for the wait!!!! Also I had an answer done for 7 and then Waterfox deleted it :) Gotta redo all orz

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

Yeah! Incredibly, Red Valley! Not completely for the fandom reasons one may think even though they Are there and I am still looking at them resentfully but also because the latest season directly went to my Blacklisted tags part!!! Just incredible, it icks me to keep listening to it. I already had a hard time in S3... anyways, maybe I need some time? But right now I prefer to not be near it. Love you first seasons, tho.

Anything else? I would say a lot of Games and web series, actually. Homestuck is a big one because lmao, i also grew up from it but theres the management of all the after end of it. No thanks. I also used to like Spy x Family until I found outbthe kid to be annoying while the fandom found her fuckable. Idk why that irks me so hard tbh but now I have my manga saved in the bottom of my closet www.

I guess Digimon Adventure also counts because every sequel or prequel Toei do ia ahit but I believe I love to hate it while loving the original? I don't know how much of taht counts but its always a good way to rant while talking with my sister.

There might be more stuff tbh? Gotta think of it.

22. Popular character you hate?

I have answered this one here! But still, I may hate someone but I have blocked all my ideas about them. I dont know! I may need some time to think about it honestly.

Thanks for the asks again and I love you.

This asks came from this ask meme.

[fuck-customers]

🎂(8/21/23) This will be a bit long but now that I don't work at the bakery anymore I felt like sharing the list of things that customer's did that genuinely irked me amongst other feelings:

Things customers do or say at work that make me want to commit a war crime (+ my thoughts I can't say outloud):

"I want to get one of everything. 🤪" (Fun fact, 1 of everything is about $100)

"I'm shouldn't even be in here right now." (Then why are you???)

"I'm breaking my diet for this." (I don't care.)

I shouldn't be eating this I'm diabetic." (I have family that's diabetic. Please actually take care of yourself. 😐)

Does __ count for the B5G1F?" (No, it's actually only the vanilla cake squares. /s)

"Can I have one of that and one of that?" (The name. Is on the display case. SAY THE GOD DAMN NAME.)

"Are yall still open?" (You were able to open the door weren't you? You were able to step inside…weren't you??)

"Wow I got here just in time huh?"

(Yeah. You did. Now hurry the fuck up.)

after paying for the things they've already wanted "Can I actually get _ too?" (I can't really tell you no but holy shit why did you just now think of this?)

after paying for their things they proceed to look at all the merchandise and find something else "I'm gonna get this too." (Of course you are. 😐)

points at the devil's food cake, which is clearly labeled "Is this a brownie?" (Does it look??? Like a brownie??? If you move to your left about 4 feet you'll see actual brownies.)

"Can I get a devils food cake square?" "With which icing?" "…what do you mean?" "We have 3 different icing flavors for the devils food cake. Which icing?" "Oh. Chocolate. :)" (Fuckin- you can clearly see that we have 3 different icing flavors on display why is this so hard.)

"I don't get how you can work in here." (I need a paycheck and I get a good discount.

Also after a while you get bored of all the sugar.)

"I wouldn't be able to work in here. I'd eat everything. Haha" (Haha, yeah, I bet you would. 🙄)

literally anyone who comes in reeking of weed (…can you don't though? Idec that you smoke but why are you coming in when it's so strong???)

"Can I get a pint/quart of this flavor of ice cream?" (…why. I hate making pints and quarts its stupid and if the ice-cream is super frozen it's an actual pain in the ass.)

any family of 5+ that comes in all wanting ice cream (Please go away.)

"Can I get the pieces that have a lot of icing?" (Not really, cause the baker spread it pretty thin.)

*grown adult gets pouty when they realize that the cake squares I gave them had a

thinner layer of icing than the display* (Much like when you were a kid, pouting doesn't help. Do you want the cake or not?)

someone asks how good a certain item is I generally say it's pretty/really good. "Oh, its just pretty good?" (Yeah, cause I'm not a huge fan of that item. But you might like it cause, you know, different taste.)

Literally anyone who doesn't know the pick up name for a cake, or any details about the cake.

Wanting a fondant cake with a 24 hour notice and getting upset when we can't do it (fondant takes a least 2 days to dry)

People who forget which store they placed their order at. (We only have 2 locations????)

People who don't understand that we close early on Sundays.

People who leave the store reeking of weed. Like, the smell stays for like 5 minutes.

People who come in for a specific flavor that

we've never made. And get upset that we dont/wont/can't make it.

Everyone who doesn't understand that pumpkin spice and carrot cake are seasonal flavors that replace each other during the year. (And no. We can't just make you a carrot cake cake during pumpkin spice season because we physically don't have the ingredients.)

Everyone who doesn't understand the big 5 get 1 free deal.

People who try to open the door an hour before we open or an hour before we close and look visibly upset when they see me not move to let them in like we arent???? Open???

People who don't even try to open the door at our smaller store and think we're closed when we are open. (And people are often inside.)

People who try to hold a conversation for way too long

People who don't take an extra 2 minutes to look for what they want before asking me

where it is only for it to be a foot to their left.

People who dawdle at closing time.

People who leave their phone/cask/card in their car and have to run out to get it. They normally don't notice until their rung up.

People who try to break a $100 bill within the first hour of being open then get surprised when we don't have enough change to do that.

One of the worst interactions I had was in the bakery. This lady asked me if the strawberry cheesecake was good. I said "if you like strawberry it is." I guess that offended her somehow and she made it her mission to see my try a piece so I can tell her if it's good.

The problem with her plan is I'm allergic to strawberries. She was not having any of my "lies" and found anyone and everyone one and told them I am a horrible worker because I refused to "accommodate her request." She eventually ran into the only douche canoe manager we had at the time and got him to start insisting I try a bite to make her happy. I ended up just walking out on the rest of the shift and he tried to write me up. HR forced him to drop it when I threatened to sue.

-Rodney

[namgyunation]

Hello, I'm back to yap more. 🐶(using this as my emoji until I eventually get off anon haha). I am a different anon than the other talking about mg coin and Nam-gyu and purity culture obv, but I have thoughts abt the same stuff and like yapping lmao. Sorry in advance for this actual tome i am about to write.

Ive been having the opposite experience than the other anon and it might be because I'm more on ig than here tbh but! I feel like theyve hit the nail on the head about purity in fandoms and i see the reactions im getting coming from that too. Because every time ive made a comment on a thread on ig unless its on a nam-gyu fan account i get comments acting like ive just said i sacrifice small animals to the devil.

for me Nam-gyu's actions aren't ok towards min-su (poor lil guy is scared just like him, i kept hoping theyd have a point where they made friends tbh).

And while I get why se-mi is pissed at nam-gyu, she did kind of irk me too (because what she said h reminded me of judgemental ex-friend I had when I was a drug user who would basically laugh at me and my addiction). But I don't think she deserved to die, of course not! If anything i wished the opposite. (I was stupidly hoping after thanos died that nam-gyu and min-su and se-mi would make a trio and really want to read a fic like this, or write one lmao).

Then, from another angle, I find Nam-gyus character easy to understand and i don't think understanding it has to be excusing the stuff @ min-su and se-mi, but i also don't see him as evil! Nam-gyu is my favorite in s2 and overall tbh even over gi-hum, sang-woo or thanos and yes, he is hot, but my fave in s1 is sang-woo and i wasn't attracted to him for example.

But i enjoy a character who 1. Has many aspects, theyre very interesting and people are usually never just one thing! (Also these arent real people so like you said we can like whoever!) & 2. I can actually relate to some aspects of him! Even while not being ok with the actions @ min-su and se-mi! I know what addiction is like, and people just treat you like you're worthless, not many consider why a person has addiction, they just assume it's about partying which for me mine was thanka to lots of abuse prior and during that time, so that abuse + people treating me like i was worthless for my addiction made me into a hater back then too. I was a little shit too lol. I promise I never forked anybody to death though 😈

in seriousness when Roh Jae-Won said people haven't ever respected Nam-gyu, I immediately thought he's been abused growing up and or had a bad partner like what was my situation, it just makes sense to me. (Tbh i already got that vibe so his confirmation sealed it).

I've come in contact with people saying he is evil111 and that I'm evil for not thinking he is (i got the same re sang-woo tbh) and it's like... being able to empathize with him while stilllll not being ok with him killing se-mi is possible. I think it's easy to see how it came about too, his mental state in there wasnt great already even when the one person he had some liking for was there, with that person dead, hes spiralling badly plus the pills hes gobbling, its a perfect storm. Again i dont think he should have killed her i can just see how the escalation happened. But like... yeah why can't I understand and still feel sad he killed her?!

I don't get why people have to put characters I absolutes either, and that goes for nam-gyu, thanos and mg coin. like they all have flaws, and then they all are just victims of the capitalistic scheme in the games and they all have their own issues. I can totally understand why thanos and nam-gyu hates mg coin (and I kept thinking of Elon musk because of the dalmatian/doge coin lmaooo), but also they could have been more cautious too like he said!

Verrryyyy tldr: I really agree about not having to apologise for liking and finding characters interesting, and theres something else weird some friends and i have picked up on with regards to these puritanical mindsets.

They seem to dehumanize characters they dont like? Like they have the idea that unless a character is a perfect cinnamon roll like Ali from s1 they dont deserve empathy? Examples I've seen people commenting and making jokes about how thanos and sang-woo was thinking of suicide, and some saying they hope the baby dies because mg coin is a deadbeat etc and I'm like...they're not even real people but the commenters are and the way they can't even have compassion for fictional characters, makes me wonder how they would be in a situation worse, ie: with someone they dislike in person.

Also! I was the anon who has the dog headcanon and omg yesss I'd be honored if you wrote about the dog in one of your fics. You're such a talented writer I'd love to read your vision for this. I can imagine him thinking of the dog waiting for him 🥺 but not saying anything about it because again my dude would rather die in squid game than admit to an emotion (even though hia emotions are still coming out anyway!!) i also hc him as a dog person and not just because i am one haha but for the reason you wrote. Dogs are amazing, once they love you they dgaf who you are. That aside I also think he'd really like and respect that they come from wolves and how if they choose to they can mess someone up with a bite! Even the cuddliest good boy can go feral if threatened or a person he loves is threatened and I think nam-gyu would relate to that too.

I always see people saying he's cat like but I don't see it! thanos is cat!coded and a cat guy to me too so I love that you see that as well. I actually hc that thanos has a playful orange cat who has his own Instagram and thanos writes captions and comments as the cat lmao 🐈

And yikes I'm so sorry this is recoed yapping I've been writing this for like 23 mins!

anonnn you are so dear to me lol. i agree with all of your thoughts here. long ass post incoming...

in the time it's taken me to respond to this, i've been spending a lot of more time on twitter, and i've seen these arguments x10 over there. it's been driving me nuts seeing the lengths ppl go to try and paint namgyu as a saint bc they're afraid it reflects badly on them as a person (when it doesn't), AND on the other end i've seen people GENUINELY arguing "oh well i like gyeongsu and youngmi who have done no wrong, while you like namgyu who is a horrible / problematic person!!!" and like. ACTUALLY trying to establish a moral high ground because of that.

so it gets to a point where i'm like. ok if you're a nam-gyu fan trying to defend his actions and make him seem like a good person...... stop! he's done horrible things! and that's ok!!!! put the tweet back in the drafts... but on the other hand. i can't even fully blame them bc WHY the fuck are people trying to act as if the morality of your favorite character fucking matters and says something about who you are as a person. like y'all are out here MAKING these ppl feel like they need to explain themselves for liking a character who does bad things and giving them a reason to act the way they do. it's an endless cycle

also, to quote the previous anon (whom of which i agree with wholeheartedly and am so thankful started the conversation) "when I stumble across a "Namgyu defender 2000" in the wild it only disappoints, but not surprises me." 

WHEN WILL IT ENDDDD. HOLY SHIT. this squid game shit gets serious!!! i'm out!

Ive been having the opposite experience than the other anon and it might be because I'm more on ig than here tbh but! I feel like theyve hit the nail on the head about purity in fandoms and i see the reactions im getting coming from that too. Because every time ive made a comment on a thread on ig unless its on a nam-gyu fan account i get comments acting like ive just said i sacrifice small animals to the devil.

yeah idk what it is about fandoms and constantly trying to one-up people and feeling like you're somehow better than someone else based on the character that you found the most entertaining / decided to make your fav. it's just so annoying. and yeah lmao i've had similar reactions when i talked about squid game to some of my irl friends and they find out my fav is nam-gyu. "isn't he the dude that did x and x??? he's so evil how tf could u like him?" i like shitheads. that doesn't mean i wanna do the things that he's done. I PROMISE. HE IS NOT REAL.

I've come in contact with people saying he is evil111 and that I'm evil for not thinking he is (i got the same re sang-woo tbh) and it's like... being able to empathize with him while stilllll not being ok with him killing se-mi is possible. I think it's easy to see how it came about too, his mental state in there wasnt great already even when the one person he had some liking for was there, with that person dead, hes spiralling badly plus the pills hes gobbling, its a perfect storm. Again i dont think he should have killed her i can just see how the escalation happened. But like... yeah why can't I understand and still feel sad he killed her?!

yeah! se-mi is literally my second fav lmao, and i wish she hadn't died. i LOVEEEE her, and i ofc didn't cheer when nam-gyu killed her nor do i try to pretend he didn't do it or was completely justified. even then, i can still love nam-gyu and have him as my fav and have my fun with making my fun little stories about him without thinking that what he did was ok.

was he in a killing game that preys on people's desperation and weak mental states, thus driving them to a state where they do drastic things, such as murder??? yes! was he on drugs and in the process of grieving that likely heightened his aggression and already fucked up mental state??? yes! did he still murder her violently and brutally in cold fucking blood and is horrible for doing so? ALSO YES! all of the above can be true. i can acknowledge all of it and still be a fan of his character.

i can take his situation and feelings combined with how clearly mentally weak he is as a person into account WITHOUT trying to say that his actions were excusable. IT'S POSSIBLE. and yet people act like namgyu fans are either on one side or the other—either being completely okay with namgyu's actions and praising him for it, or completely denying his actions and trying to make him too sympathetic / an angel.

idk im just tired. can we all just like shitty characters and allow others to like shitty characters while still agreeing that it doesn't inherently mean anything about who you are as a person.

I don't get why people have to put characters I absolutes either, and that goes for nam-gyu, thanos and mg coin. like they all have flaws, and then they all are just victims of the capitalistic scheme in the games and they all have their own issues. I can totally understand why thanos and nam-gyu hates mg coin (and I kept thinking of Elon musk because of the dalmatian/doge coin lmaooo), but also they could have been more cautious too like he said!

yup! mg coin fucked over a lot of ppl and ruined their lives, and i understand why nam-gyu and thanos hated him, but omfg. it's not like mg coin WANTED to fuck up everyone's lives, including his own. and yet, i still understand why those two hated and wanted to get back at him. at the same time, are nam-gyu and thanos still morons for putting so much of their trust and money into the coin while holding out for more cash?? yes! it was their fault too!!!! they're also assholes for being so mean to him. him fucking them over with the coin doesn't excuse their behavior. they're all victims, all with their own flaws and reasons for things, but none of them are ALL bad or ALL good. that's just how people are.

no one is an absolute. obviously, for the sake of the story, the director isn't going to completely flesh out every single character and give them insane levels of depth (i don't think he gaf either, he didn't even wanna make a season 2, LMAO). that's not the point of the story, nor does he or the show have the time for that. it's clear that nam-gyu's character was written to fit the role of an antagonist, and that's the purpose he's serving.

even then, people are people. no one is an absolute / completely one-sided at the end of the day. a shitty person can have moments of appearing 'normal' and maybe even good. THIS DOES NOT MAKE THEM ANY LESS SHITTY NOR DOES IT SUDDENLY EXCUSE WHAT THEY'VE DONE. and in terms of fictional characters, it also doesn't make that moment inherently out of character or 'mischaracterization.'

i'm just pulling this moment off the top of my head, but for example, when nam-gyu got his food and said 'thank you' to the guard with a smile. was that a nice moment where he was just.. normal? yeah. he was even kind of polite. i guess another scene is where he shows genuine concern for thanos's wellbeing after the first game, where he looks at him and asks 'are you okay?' and another when he cheers for the other players who are passing their games during the pentathlon.

he is undoubtedly an asshole, but he does have moments that show he IS capable of being a normal, regular person. not that this is like groundbreaking for his character lmao.

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HOWEVER. these small moments of him being chill / normal does not and will not ever outweigh the bad things he's done / said. STILL, i'm TIRED of ppl acting like an artist / writer is mischaracterizing nam-gyu just because they made a work where he's not bashing people's skulls in with rocks, calling them bitches, and gnawing on their flesh 24/7, or when people say that it's somehow 'unrealistic' or "OMG YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE HIM SEEM LIKE A VICTIM AND TRYING TO EXCUSE HIS ACTIONS!!!!" some of the meanest, most dogshit people on this planet are capable of having moments of normalcy and even kindness. it's reallyyy not that crazy also while i'm saying this, i'm going to make it clear that i know and acknowledge that there IS a huge issue of people that do in fact try to make him seem too sympathetic / try to use his seemingly bad past (according to roh jae-won's words) as a means for excusing his actions too much / woobifying the fuck out of him. i don't like that either, and i feel like that's a big reason why so many people are wary around nam-gyu fans. it also makes me sad bc that's just NOT him! i'm just tired of all nam-gyu fans getting lumped into this one big ball. for example, i'm working on stuff for my headcanon for a nam-gyu backstory, and obviously in it i'm going to write that he had a bad childhood and a fuck ton of bad experiences that shaped him into he who is now. however, i already know i'm gonna get shit for trying to 'victimize' him or trying to make him seem too sympathetic. like... bad people can be go through tough shit without it being a means for erasing or excusing his actions. for example, idk you could have a headcanon that nam-gyu could've gotten bullied in his past and have that as a reason for why he grew up to so vehemently bully min-su—but you can have that headcanon without thinking it suddenly makes nam-gyu's actions okay!!!!! a bad character can have bad things happen to them without it suddenly cancelling out the bad things they do / have done. something can be an explanation for a character's actions without being an excuse (i.e. nam-gyu being disrespected his whole life could act as an explanation as to why he's such a dick to everyone, but it will NEVER be an excuse). tldr: nam-gyu does not have to be stabbing someone and pushing them down the stairs in every single scenario he's in for it to be realistic lmao. he can have moments of being normal / good without it erasing the fact that he's objectively a bad person. people can also headcanon / theorize bad things that could've happened in his past to make him how he is today WITHOUT thinking that it suddenly excuses everything he's done. it's possible.

do these moments mean he's an angel and suddenly more sympathetic for what he's done? absolutely fucking not </3 i'm not trying to make any of his 'good' scenes into a think piece or anything, but basically what i'm trying to say—shitty people can have moments of appearing 'not shitty' without it being completely unheard of or unrealistic.

a bad character doesn't have to burning down buildings and chopping people's heads off 24/7 for them to remain 'in-character' and still be bad. on the other hand, a good character does not have to be good 24/7 for them to still be good. 'good' characters are allowed to have their moments of anger and imperfection and even do morally questionable things, and it won't take away from the fact they are overall a good person. 'bad' characters are allowed to have moments of normalcy or even kindness without it washing away and taking away from the fact that they do indeed, fucking suck.

a small example that comes to mind for 'good' character that is allowed to have their morally questionable moments while still being good—s2 gi-hun where he decides to let a few people die in order for his plan of the rebellion to work. did he withhold knowledge that let some people die? yeah (though it was for a good reason, it wouldn't matter even if it wasn't). does that make him any less of an objectively good character that clearly has his heart in the right place and cares about saving people? nope!

did nam-gyu have a few moments of kindness / normalcy? yeah. does that suddenly make him less of a bad person? fuckkkkk no. he's still an ass.

(I was stupidly hoping after thanos died that nam-gyu and min-su and se-mi would make a trio and really want to read a fic like this, or write one lmao).

omfggg...i dont plan on really posting much art on this blog again (unless it's fan art for someone's fic), so if u ever come off anon or if u use twit / insta, legit hmu because i have plans to post some comics based on a concept similar to this!!! i really wanna draw (or maybe write) something where they get out of the games and get thrown out on the street (similar to season 1) and have to make amends in their little trio for their own sake and survival due to forced proximity and their equally fucked situations.

Verrryyyy tldr: I really agree about not having to apologise for liking and finding characters interesting, and theres something else weird some friends and i have picked up on with regards to these puritanical mindsets. They seem to dehumanize characters they dont like? Like they have the idea that unless a character is a perfect cinnamon roll like Ali from s1 they dont deserve empathy? Examples I've seen people commenting and making jokes about how thanos and sang-woo was thinking of suicide, and some saying they hope the baby dies because mg coin is a deadbeat etc and I'm like...they're not even real people but the commenters are and the way they can't even have compassion for fictional characters, makes me wonder how they would be in a situation worse, ie: with someone they dislike in person.

totally agree.

i like mg coin, believe it or not, despite me being a nam-gyu fan. i think he's funny as fuck, although of course he has done a lot of 'bad' and questionable things too. despite that, i definitely get a little ???? when i see the ways some ppl talk about him, you don't need to supply a reason for disliking a character ofc, but eh it kind of makes me feel a bit off seeing ppl wishing certain horrible things on characters just bc they don't like them. even if i didn't like him, i'm not gonna hope that junhee or her baby dies </3

also in addition to that, some ppl are too comfortable bashing the actors. i see this especially with nam-gyu and mg coin. why tf are y'all out here insulting an actor—a real life HUMAN BEING with feelings—on their looks bc their character had a conflict with your fav. the squid games can't be THAT serious!!!! i wish ppl could just chill out and be normal

Also! I was the anon who has the dog headcanon and omg yesss I'd be honored if you wrote about the dog in one of your fics. You're such a talented writer I'd love to read your vision for this. I can imagine him thinking of the dog waiting for him 🥺 but not saying anything about it because again my dude would rather die in squid game than admit to an emotion (even though hia emotions are still coming out anyway!!) i also hc him as a dog person and not just because i am one haha but for the reason you wrote. Dogs are amazing, once they love you they dgaf who you are. That aside I also think he'd really like and respect that they come from wolves and how if they choose to they can mess someone up with a bite! Even the cuddliest good boy can go feral if threatened or a person he loves is threatened and I think nam-gyu would relate to that too.

I WILLLL. i have one sitting in the drafts rn and will hopefully be able to get to it soon once i finish up the fic i'm working on rn. :] i'm definitely a bit biased as a dog person haha.

i do totally think nam-gyu would appreciate the unconditional love. though, i also do see him as a secret cat lover that would try to act like he doesn't care, but deep down he gets offended asf when a cat runs from him and feels sooo proud when a cat shows a liking to him, especially if its owner is like "wowww she doesn't usually do that to ppl!"

ending this post by saying, i hope season 3 comes out soon so i can watch it, turn nam-gyu into my oc and continue to write fics and make art of him, and then live peacefully without the constant arguments over stupid shit lol.