#I made long ago and i forgot to post here :p

[p-receh]

Luigi doodle!

[thebuttsmcgee]

so. um. 👉👈

hi guysies.

Ig I should just say like. Hi

I haven't been posting here as much cause. Idk. Might be depression? I keep thinking its cause I've been so busy, which also wouldn't be not untrue, but these past, like, 3 weeks I think so far? I've had some free time but I haven't cause. I dunno, then again, I haven't been doing too much in general? I gues, besides very mandatory things, hell I've even been lacking in my regular skyrim hours of playing.

That, and as said, I get super melancholic when I remember just how sad and bittersweet it is that t0h is. Actually legit over. The show and experience, that is.

Oh all that and also becuz my headphones broke! Fuck! That's like number 2 in my bare necessities for when I post, do almost anything really! It's seriously been painful this past month going without headphones holy shit. Dude I've been scratching at the bit for some relief for headphones, I NEED music legitimately. Even right now, as I'm typing this on my phone, my music is on low levels.

But yerp. Its been. Rough. Really rough. I really do appreciate yall, everyone of yall. Have a sweet week everyone, ✌️!

[wcnderlnds]

crave ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: you were never meant to form a crush on your boss and he was never meant to find out but he's more perceptive than you thought. ・❥・word count: 2.9k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. unprotected p in v. oral (m & f receiving), edging, orgasm denial, spanking, power dynamics maybe?, swearing. trapped in an elevator. ・❥・ authors note: ...i must go into hiding now bc this is the filthiest thing i've wrote and im having post smut clarity and maybe slightly regretting it 💀

When you’d stepped into that room three years ago interviewing for the position of Choi Seunghyun’s personal assistant, you had told yourself you’d keep it strictly professional. You had needed this job so you couldn’t do anything to jeopardise your chances. After your six month probation period, Seunghyun took you on permanently. You were friendly, making conversation here and there when you weren’t seeing to his schedule and organising his meetings but feelings had developed on your side. It was just some stupid crush. That’s what you told yourself anyway. This job meant everything to you so no matter how you felt, no matter how drawn you were to Seunghyun, you could never act on it. So what if you knew his exact coffee order and gave it to him every morning? So what if you purposely maybe wore low cut shirts or short skirts just to try and get his attention? It wasn’t that noticeable.

Wrong. Seunghyun had picked up on it immediately. The thing about Seunghyun; he was very perceptive. He was quiet, never really speaking what was on his mind often but he noticed things. He noticed a lot. He had picked up on the way you acted around him, the slightly flirtatious comments, your body language — he knew exactly what it all meant. But, ever the professional himself, he would never do anything about it.

Or would he?

Today, Seunghyun had a meeting about a new rose wine for his wine company TSpot. He had asked you to accompany him — you always were good at briefing him on what he needed to say, information on hand if he ever forgot. And, maybe, he just really liked your company. Meetings like this were boring so he liked having someone he was friendly with by his side. It made the experience a lot easier for him. Over the years Seunghyun had retreated a bit into himself – getting bullied by KMedia over one stupid mistake would do that to a person but he felt relaxed around you. He didn’t trust many people these days but he trusted you. His team was great but you’d been with him the longest and you had never let him down once in the whole time he’d known you. He could count on you which was new for him. People often let him down causing him to put up his walls but around you they crumbled just a little bit the longer he spent with you.

The sound of your heels clicking on the white tiled floor echoed off the walls as you stepped into the building where the meeting was to be held. Seunghyun made long strides over to the elevator, pressing the button to call it down to the ground floor. As he stood there, you took a moment to look at him, clutching the folders for the meeting close to your chest. His black hair was styled perfectly, a white shirt and black waistcoat adorning his body along with black slacks and some white sneakers. The perfect combination of business casual. It was a surprise to you that he didn’t have women falling at his feet but then again he was mostly a recluse. His time was spent at home in the safe confines of his penthouse. You didn’t blame him one bit after everything he’d been through.

The ‘ding’ of the elevator tore you from your thoughts, stepping inside. Seunghyun pressed the button for the tenth floor where the meeting was. The ride was silent, Seunghyun going through his presentation in his head making sure he remembered every detail. If he didn’t, it was okay because he had you right there to remind him. 

Everything was going smoothly until the elevator started to shake a little. A panicked look crossed your face when it came to a speeding halt on the sixth floor. Seunghyun’s brows furrowed as he pressed the button to open the doors but to no avail. He sighed loudly, running a hand over his face in frustration. He didn’t need this. He pressed the alarm button and got through to an operator. They said someone would be out to fix it in two hours. Seunghyun was annoyed, you could tell by the way his jaw was clenched as he typed out a message to the others he was supposed to take the meeting with. It wasn’t ideal but the meeting couldn’t go ahead without him anyway – he was the boss after all.

“Looks like we’re stuck here for a while,” he glanced over in your direction, partially to check if you were okay.

“Could be worse, right? Could be stuck with someone you hate,” you laughed, the folders still clutched to your chest.

“You okay? I know it’s not ideal to be trapped in a metal box.”

“I’m good. Just trying not to think about it so I don’t freak out.”

Seunghyun moved to sit cross legged on the floor, patting the spot on the floor in front of him. “Come on, let’s go over what's in those folders to help distract you a little bit.”

For the first hour, you both sat there across from each other, papers laid out on the floor as you pointed out things to Seunghyun. Like always, he listened intently. He was a better listener than a talker, always soaking up every piece of information you threw his way. Although, halfway through, he seemed distracted. What you hadn’t realised was that as you’d been leaning forward to point at certain things on the sheets of paper, Seunghyun could see straight down your dress giving him a clear view of your cleavage. He really tried not to look but he was only human. His eyes often darted down to take a glance, chastising himself in his head before looking again. You hadn’t noticed, thankfully. It had gone straight to his groin, though, causing him to shift uncomfortably in place.

“Alright, I think that’s enough of that,” he said as he rose to his feet. As you were focused on collecting all the papers, he subtly adjusted himself, leaning back against the cool metal wall of the elevator. He watched you on your hands and knees putting the papers back into the folders and he couldn’t stop the depraved thoughts crossing his mind. You looked so good in that black dress hugging your curves in all the right places. He felt his cock twitch in the confines of his pants, willing his body to stop betraying him but he was too far gone now. He knew he shouldn’t open his mouth and talk, he should stay quiet but he couldn’t help himself. “You look good like that.”

“Huh?” You glanced up at him, perched on your knees. 

“On your knees in front of me,” his voice was a deep, raspy rumble. Your cheeks flushed pink instantly but Seunghyun carried on, looking down at you through his lashes, his dark eyes swirling with lust. “I’ve noticed the way you look at me. How you undress me with your eyes every chance you get. You wear those tight little dresses just for me, don’t you? To get my attention? Well, now you have it.”

“Sir…” you started but he cut you off.

“...shit, keep calling me that and I won’t be able to control myself. I mean, look what you’ve already done to me,” he palmed himself through his pants. “Getting me all hard and worked up with your tits on show.”

Was this really happening? Was this one of your filthy sex dreams again? No. It was real. You were really trapped in an elevator with your boss who was letting his desires get the better of him. His words went straight to your core, your thighs clenching together to try and stop it but it was no use. That deep voice of his paired with the hungry gaze was enough to make you a whimpering mess.

“Should I apologise, sir?” You emphasised, giving a flutter of your lashes for good measure.

“No, you should fix the problem you made like the good little assistant you are,” he popped the button on his pants, unzipping them and pulling his cock free. You watched as he wrapped his hand around himself, stroking his length. Your mouth watered at the mere sight of him touching himself right in front of you. “Come on, princess. Put that pretty little mouth to use like I know you’ve dreamed of.”

Immediately, you shuffled forward on your knees. Seunghyun moved his hand from himself as yours replaced it, your hand sliding along his hard shaft. You could feel him throbbing in your hand, the knowledge that you’d got him this worked up filled you with a sense of pride. It seemed that this wasn’t all one sided after all. Your thumb brushed along the tip, gathering the bead of precum that had begun to gather there. Then, teasingly, your tongue flicked out to swirl around the reddened tip. Seunghyun shuddered, bracing himself against the wall. The taste of him clouded your mind, no coherent thought running through it. You couldn’t wait to have him in your mouth. Your lips wrapped around his tip, sucking gently, all the while keeping eye contact with him. Seunghyun couldn’t take the teasing, he needed to feel himself in your mouth. One of his hands placed itself on the back of your head, pushing you down onto his cock more. You happily obliged, cheeks hollowing out as you took him into your mouth as much as possible. Your hand continued to stroke what you couldn’t fit in, slowly drawing your lips back and forth.

“Fuck, just like that,” Seunghyun groaned. His hand pushed your head further, forcing you to take him even deeper. You felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly. The sound only spurred Seunghyun on, his hips now thrusting into your mouth. All you could do was take it, your gags and moans around him only driving him further into your mouth. The drool spilling from the corner of your lips was a sight he’d never forget. Eventually, he pulled you off him, a trail of your spit connecting you to his cock. His chest was heaving, breaths coming out in short, sharp bursts. He yanked you up to your feet, his thumb brushing away the drool from your mouth. “You look fucking beautiful like this all messed up and debauched after having your face fucked.”

Seunghyun quickly spun you around, switching positions so it was you now pressed against the wall of the elevator. He dropped down to his knees, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. His lips trailed up your thigh until he reached his destination. He pressed a kiss to your core through your panties, causing you to whimper. He smirked against you, tongue trailing along your slit through the fabric. “Bet you taste delicious. Guess I’ll have to find out.”

He pulled the material of your panties to the side, your glistening folds shining back at him. He groaned, feeling his cock aching, waiting to be buried deep inside you. His tongue ran along your folds, getting a taste of your for the first time. It was even better than he’d imagined. He kept his movements teasing, wanting to make you squirm and it was working as you fisted both hands into his hair, urging him forward. “Seunghyun, please.”

“Nuh-uh,” he pulled back to look up at you with a chastising gaze. “Try again.”

Oh. You knew exactly what he wanted. “Sir, please.”

It was insane how much he got off on the way you called him sir. He didn’t even realise that was a kink of his until he’d heard it come from your lips. He grinned up at you, voice husky as he spoke. “That’s a good girl.”

He dove back in, this time with no teasing. His tongue found your clit, swirling around it, his lips sucking the bud causing your moan to echo off the walls of the elevator. One of his fingers thrust into your entrance, the dual sensation of his tongue and fingers almost too much to handle. Seunghyun could feel you grinding against his face, lost in the throes of pleasure. His tongue worked your clit, his finger delving in and out of you at full force. He could feel your walls beginning to tighten around him, your fingers digging into his scalp so he pulled back. “You don’t cum until I say so.”

You whined breathlessly but nodded, watching as he slid yet another finger inside you. Your orgasm was right there, you were dangling on the edge but you couldn’t cum. Not until he said so. You wanted to be good for him, obey him, so you held back. Seunghyun slowed his movements a little, keeping you right there on the edge.

“Sir…I-I can’t,” your breath was ragged. Nobody had ever denied you your orgasm like this before it was a torturous pleasure hanging right there but not fully diving over.

“Don’t you dare cum until I say you can or I’ll have to punish you.” 

Once again, he sped up his movements, keeping you on the edge. Your body was begging to let go, shaking and tensing, tears springing at your eyes out of frustration. It was one particular curl of his fingers that had you falling over the edge whether he wanted you to or not. You cried out, your release coating his mouth and lips. He pulled back abruptly, clicking his tongue.

“Now, what did I say?” His lips hovered over yours, now back on his feet. “Guess I’ll just have to teach you how to obey your boss.”

He crashed his lips onto yours in a messy, heated kiss. You could taste yourself on him but you didn’t give a damn, his tongue easily sliding into your mouth and dominating you. When he pulled away, he spun you around. “Bend over, place those hands on the wall for me. You can do that, right? Or are you going to disobey me again?”

You placed your palms on the wall, bending over just as he asked. “No, sir. I’ll be a good girl now, I swear.”

“Hmm, we’ll see about that,” he hummed. He bunched your dress up around your waist, tearing your panties from you. His hands grabbed the supple skin of your ass, groaning inwardly at the sight of you bared for him. “You read for your punishment, baby?”

You breathed out a ‘yes’ and instantly Seunghyun spanked your ass, rubbing the skin to soothe it afterwards. Then another followed. You couldn’t help but moan, head hanging low as he spanked you for your misdemeanours. He didn’t go too long, not really wanting to hurt you. He never would.

Seunghyun groaned as he ran his cock along your soaked folds, your arousal coating his length. You felt him prod at your entrance, his hands braced on your hips. He took a shuddering breath. “You want this?”

“Yes,” you said without hesitation. “Please, sir. I need you to fuck me.”

He surged forward, his cock entering you in one fell swoop. He groaned as he bottomed out, the feeling of you wrapped around him nearly enough to make him cum right then and there. He was still all bothered from the blowjob you’d given him so he likely wasn’t going to last long. He drew back until the tip remained inside then slammed back in, setting a fast, hard pace from the get go. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

His fingers dug into your skin, the elevator filled with your moans and Seunghyun’s deep groans as he fucked you. He slid one hand up your back to grab at your hair, yanking you up so your back was fully pressed against him. He wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you there as he thrust harder. “Is this everything you dreamed of? Everything you’ve thought about when you stare at me when you think I’m not looking?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered, your hand wrapping around his wrist to hold onto him. “Please, please, I need to cum. Please let me.”

“Go ahead, you deserve it,” he whispered into your ear.

With his approval, you let out a loud moan of his name, body tensing as your second orgasm washed over you. He fucked you through it, chasing his own release. It wasn’t long before he was following you over the edge, thrusting into you one more time and stilling as he poured his release inside you.

All that could be heard were the sound of your heavy panting as you both came down. When he was certain that you were okay to stand on your own two feet, he let you go, tucking himself back into his pants. You pulled your dress back down, looking around for your panties but then you saw them in Seunghyun’s hand. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he stuffed them into the inside of his waistcoat. You rolled your eyes at him, no malice behind it.

Just then, the elevator started moving again. Quickly, you worked to smooth your hair down — Seunghyun doing the same — making sure to leave no trace of what had just happened. When the elevator reached your floor, you stepped out, folders in hand. Seunghyun snuck up behind you, lightly tapping your ass and whispering in your ear. “Perform well in this meeting and maybe I’ll reward you tomorrow.”

You knew what he was doing and you could play his game so with a devious smirk, you replied. “Yes, sir.”

Whatever happened from now on, you knew work was about to be way more fun.

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[iwantazzifudd]

Courage

Hi friends 👋 I can’t tell if this is shitty but it took me so long so I might as well post it. It’s angsty enjoy

Pairing: Pazzi

2.5k words

“Hey an old friend of mine is gonna be in town for something tonight, she wants to know if we all want to go to Ted’s?” Azzi asked her teammates knowing that they would say yes. Ted’s was the place they usually hung out on the nights where they had no game or just after the game. There was an eager chorus of yes’s back, Azzi giggled and began to text her friend back. Everyone looked excited, well everyone except Paige.

“P why do you look like someone just shot your puppy?” kk asked teasingly, the blonde girl hesitated to answer. “it’s just we had plans to stay in and watch a movie already…” Paige sounded silly in her own ears. “And then she didn’t even tell me this “friend” person was coming until like 5 minutes ago, and she was literally jumping for joy kk who could be that exciting??”

“Aww bueckers are you jealous? You’ve got nothing to worry about know” she patted Paige’s shoulder in support.

“It’s whatever” and with that Paige left for her room to get ready.

She was just upset that Azzi forgot about their movie, that's all right? Or at least that’s what she tried telling herself. The girls name was Stella, and Azzi had only mentioned her a few times throughout their friendship. People came up all the time to visit her, what made Azzi so excited about this one? She tried to push down the bad feeling in her chest.

….

Well there was absolutely no pushing it down now.

Stella was radiant, long black hair and even longer toned legs. She was a runner and that’s about all Paige gathered before Caroline made her stop stalking the girls instagram. Azzi was beaming to talk to her. All night they had been attached at the hip which was her and Paige’s usual thing. The blonde couldn’t help but watch them from across the bar as she threw back another drink.

The two girls stood close in a more secluded area away from the rest of the team.

“Why would she even ask all of us to come if she’s going to pick the furthest spot possible to talk in this place?” Ice complained but it wasn’t serious.

“Well she knows we would’ve made it here anyway” Caroline rolled her eyes and got the group a new round of shots. They all continued to chatter but Paige wasn’t listening to any of it. Her attention was too caught on the way Azzi was giggling and how Stella managed to continually touch her. She placed a hand on Azzi’s shoulder whenever she talked, she touched the younger girls hair, what really made Paige lose it though was when she ran her finger along Azzi’s dimple.

The same dimple Paige was falling deeper in love with everyday. No they weren’t official yet but that was a work in progress. She was just so scared of changing things forever, and this best-friends-who not-so-casually-kiss-all-the-time thing was working out for her, or she convinced her self it was.

“They’re flirting right” Paige interrupted whatever conversation her teammates were having.

The girls shared a look with each other, unsure of what to say.

“Well Azzi sure looks.. comfortable with her…” Aubrey said in an attempt to not completely lie to Paige but to hopefully not make her feel any worse.

After a moment of awkward silence kk finally broke it by asking the girls if they wanted to get on the dance floor and none of them hesitated to say yes. Except Paige.

“Nah I’m good here” but by the way she downed her drink too it was clear she wasn’t good- at all.

The rest of the time headed to the floor but ice stayed back to try and comfort her friend.

“P, why don’t you just ask her out at this point, everyone knows you guys are perfect for each other. You’re always making goo goo eyes. It's disgusting” Ice teased, trying to lighten Paige’s mood.

“It’s not that simple” P grumbled

With a sigh Ice said, “well go over there and talk to her then girly, or at least stop drinking”

Paige just gave her a tight lipped smile and proceeded to do none of the above “I appreciate it ice I really do but -“ she let out a deep sigh and glanced again at her best friend across the room, “but I can’t okay.” She looked like she was fighting away tears.

“Y'know for someone with so much confidence p you sure have no balls” Ice bluntly replies back before leaving to dance with the rest of their friends.

After a few minutes passed Paige did get tired of being alone, she was on drink who knows at this point and really missed Azzi. She began approaching the two girls but before she finally reached them she saw the track star's eyes glancing down at Azzi's plump mouth.

The sight of it made Paige sick and even a bit angry but she couldn’t look away. Briefly the doe eyed girl looked up at Paige, calm and unfazed, Paige on the other hand had began to realize she had too much to drink. She quickly darted outside trying to let the cool air soothe her.

Although it wasn’t as relaxing as she hoped. She began to dry heave on the sidewalk already ready to puke up whatever it is she’s drunk tonight. She didn’t even notice Azzi walking out of the bar and heading her way.

When she looked up she couldn’t stop her breath from hitching. Azzi looked beautiful. her curly dark hair was down which was a rarity. Long eyelashes coated in mascara around her beautifully soft eyes.

“God you’re gorgeous” Paige said so softly Azzi almost didn’t catch it. “Let’s get you home P” Azzi said ignoring the flutter in her chest from the drunken girls words.

…

The drive back was filled with tense silence making a short drive feel like forever. Paige was usually there to fill the space with an effortless chatter that Azzi had grown to find comforting.But instead the she sat in her seat trying to look at anything but her best friend beside her. She felt shame for being so jealous, and she couldn’t bare to see the look of pitty in Azzi’s eyes.

When they arrived back at Paige’s apartment Paige did everything she could to avoid Azzi’s worried gaze. She walked faster ahead of the younger girl, eager to tuck herself into bed and forget about the night entirely. The blonde knew she was being a big baby about all of this but as the time grew so did her feelings. You would think after 8 years Paige’s love for Azzi would stay the same, but every day she fell deeper in love with her best friend. And everyday it became harder to manage not being hers.

“P will you please talk to me? What’s going on?” There was concern laced in her voice. She reached for Paige’s hand but the girl pulled away.

“Why don’t you just go back to Stella at the bar Az, looked like you guys were having a great time”

“She had an early meet anyway I just got her an uber back to her hotel, told her to get some rest. “It looked to me like she wanted you at her hotel with her, and doing a lot more than resting..” Paige didn’t have to look at her to know that her comment stung.

Azzi sighed and grabbed her keys from Paige unlocking the door of her apartment leading her in.

Instead of letting Paige lay down, Azzi guided her to the bathroom. Paige brushed her teeth while the girl with curly hair picked out her pajamas. When paige was done brushing her teeth she sat down feeling pathetic for having Azzi take care of her after moping all night.

When Azzi came into the bathroom she looked into Paige’s eyes with so much care it almost hurt. She leaned down to gently clean the day off of the blue eyed girls face. When she tucked a blonde hair back from Paige’s face p couldn’t help but shed a tear. Azzi instinctively went to wipe it away. Paige grabbed onto her wrist gently looking up into her brown doe eyes.

“Az” Paige whispered up at her.

Azzi, couldn’t help herself when Paige looked at her with so much intensity. She slowly leaned down to kiss her forehead and she continued to press featherlight kisses to the rest of Paige’s face hearing her best friend letting out an unsteady breath . The action being torturous and yet everything Paige had wanted. When Azzi finally connected there lips Paige felt like she could breathe again for the first time all night . She sighed into the girls mouth and the kiss, which started gentle and careful, quickly became desperate. Paige stood up and pressed Azzi into the bathroom wall trying to make them impossibly closer.

Azzi’s hands dragged their way down to Paige’s exposed abs and she rested them there while Paige led her hands into the soft hair she wished she could have her fingers in forever. She gave Azzi’s hair a tug eliciting a moan from her. The sound from her own mouth seemed to bring Azzi back to reality causing her to pull away. Foreheads pressing together she whispered Paige’s name .

“Azzi ” the blonde responded back in a husky voice.

“You’re drunk, I think we should stop and talk about everything in the morning k? Get some sleep” Azzi replied hesitantly as she took a step away from Paige trying to stand on what she was saying.

“Please mama let me make you feel good” Paige talking to her like that made it difficult for Azzi to think straight, but she knew letting Paige go further wouldn’t help them.

Azzi left the bathroom and expected Paige to follow, which she did. They both sat on the edge of Paige’s bed in a silence until Azzi finally broke it.

“What made you so upset tonight” she hesitated before asking.

“It’s just-“ she rubbed her hands down her face before continuing. “ it’s so hard knowing that anyone can flirt with you,ask you out, be with you. And I just have to watch knowing you’re not mine”

For a moment Azzi didn’t respond letting the silence consume them, when she did Paige was surprised to hear her speak. “ and whose fault is that p?” Paige’s eyebrows shot up and Azzi kept going. “I mean god I’ve been waiting all this time for you to finally let this be everything, to stop being scared” “No one’s making you watch Paige.” The blonde was stunned at how straightforward her best friend was being. “Azzi I-“ “Yknow Stella did ask me out tonight” she interrupted before Paige could continue.

With Azzi’s confession Paige finally looked into her eyes. “She told me she liked me when we were younger, and didn’t want to miss her chance now” Paige was silent next to her but her face said enough.

“I told her no because- well because of you Paige. I want this, so badly. But if it’s never going to be more than stolen kisses then you have to stop letting me hope for us.” Her eyes gleamed with the tears she fought not to shed.

Paige’s heart ached at her words. She knew that her hesitation was affecting the both of them, but she didn’t know Azzi was close to giving up on them. She rested both of her hands on the side of the brunette's face,looking her in the eye.

“Azzi baby I’m so so sorry. I want you so fucking badly, I’m just so scared of messing things up. What if I can’t be everything you deserve?” She bit at her lip.

“Paige you are already everything to me.” Azzi’s sincerity gave Paige the confidence she needed to finally admit her feelings. But Azzi stopped her before she could.

“We should finish talking in the morning.” At Paige’s uncertain look she added, “don’t worry I’ll be right her with you all night, just sleep the alcohol off”.

Paige let herself fall asleep that night in Azzi’s arms knowing that Azzi needed to here her words sober.

….

Miraculously, Paige woke up before Azzi. She could watch the girl sleep for hours if she wanted. She lived for these moments. The moments where she could lay and watch the peaceful rise and fall of her chest and the soft look on her face.

After some time she finally got up to drink some water and get ibuprofen trying to fight away her hangover. She made them breakfast, all of Azzi’s favorites and sat the table nervously waiting for Azzi to wake up. She knew it wouldn’t take her long to smell the food and miss the warmth of Paige behind her.

She heard her feet padding into the room and met her halfway. “Good morning princess” she placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “Mm morning p, smells good” Paige chuckled and lead Azzi to the table pulling the chair out for her and pushing it in once she sat down.

They ate in a comfortable silence just enjoying the simplicity of eating a meal together.

“Azzi?”

“Yeah?”

Paige took a deep breath and looked into deep brown eyes of the girl across from her. It was now or never.

“I am so madly in love with you.”

“Paige-“ Azzi whispered in shock.

“I want to spend every moment of my life loving you outwardly, proudly, anywhere we go. I can’t imagine waking up with anyone but you, caring for anyone but you, simply being me with anyone but you. Azzi. You mean the world to me and I’m sorry it took me so long to have the courage to ask you to be mine but this is me asking now. Will you be my girlfriend Az?” Paige was shaking with nerves at this point. She hoped she wasn’t too late.

Azzi practically jumped out of her seat to get to Paige.

“Oh my gosh you dumby of course” Azzi placed a fat kiss on Paige’s smiling lips.

“I should’ve done that a lot sooner” she grinned.

“Yknow if that's what you asking me to be your girlfriend sounds like I can’t wait to hear how you’ll ask me to be your wife” Paige’s heart fluttered at the thought. She gave Azzi a look reserved for only her and pulled her into a deep kiss. The type of kiss that made Azzi’s knees weak and represented all of the words shared.

The only thing that broke the moment was continuous messages being sent to both of their phones. It was from the team reminding them about early morning practice, the last one read.

Jana : if the two of you being late makes all of us have to run I will beat you both.

This made both girls laugh

Paige: sorry lost track of time eating breakfast with my girlfriend 😉.

Both of their phones blew up even more. Everyone knew she was talking about Azzi. Paige didn’t care that they’d be in trouble for being late. She placed both of their phones in another room and let themselves get lost in each other until they knew Geno would flip.

[hispg]

Love

Pairings: Fuckboy! Leon X Fem! Reader

Summary: Maybe he loves everything about you, or maybe he hates you. Yet he always looks for you when he needs you.

That must mean something, right?

Wc:2.6k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, p in v, masturbation( m receiving), reverse cowgirl, smoking during sex, mentions of weed and alcohol, slightly praise/degradation, toxic relationship, light angst, finger riding.

An: I should have posted this a few days ago, but recently I've been feeling quite insecure about my writing.Even so, I decided to post it.

Also as a thank you to the 600 followers! Seriously! Last month I had 200, and now I've basically tripled that!I feel very grateful and happy that each and every one of you takes the time to read what I write! Leaving a comment or reblogging, the likes also motivate me a lot! That's very special to me.

If all goes well, tomorrow I'll post 2 pieces of smut, one related to Leon being your childhood friend (more cute and awkward? Idk), and the other will be with breeding kink (🤨). It'll be kind of a thank you to the 600 followers.

Thanks again! 💖💖💕

He loves the way your body lies on the floor, he loves the way you breathe. The breathless smile you give him every time you've just had sex.

Or even the way you let yourself be so exposed to him, lying completely naked, without a shred of shame.

He may love all this about you, but he doesn't love you. If that makes any sense.

Maybe he's too fucked up to be thinking like that, or maybe he's blaming it on the weed. Even if he was quite lucid.

He already knew he'd be leaving soon, it was always like that. Sex without commitment, just for fun. He insisted on muttering these phrases to himself every time he was with you.

You made him feel so alive that he even forgot that it wasn't supposed to mean anything, it was just another fling.

If it was just one more, why did he keep coming back to you? Why was it that every time he wanted to talk late at night he called you, at the very least it had to mean something. Or maybe it was just a coincidence of fate?

He can't say, to be quite honest. He was probably just thinking too much, maybe he just liked you for the affection you gave him, which frankly he adored.

Maybe he'd fallen under that spell.

"Are you leaving?" You ask in a whisper, offering the same sweet smile as always.

"Soon, doll." He says in a whisper, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

It seems you've managed to take his mind off his own thoughts, and now he's looking you up and down with a thoughtful expression.

After a few seconds he responds with a nod, taking a cigarette from his pack and lighting it.

Gestures like that weren't common from him, but it was different with you. And frankly, it made your heart flutter every time.

You knew you shouldn't feel anything for him, you always did. But who says the heart obeys reason?

"Can't you sleep here?" You asked in a purr, laying your head on his lap and lightly kissing his thighs.

He sighed, taking a long drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from your face.

"You know I won't." The answer was always the same, he didn't even try to disguise it every time you asked.

It wasn't that he couldn't, it was that he didn't want to. And he wouldn't give in so easily.

Nobody said you couldn't make him have a reason to stay, or that you couldn't induce him to say yes for once.

"Don't look at me like that." He mutters, giving you a weak sideways smile.

He knew that look, he knew all the tricks you played on him. And hell if he said he didn't like every one of the things that you do for him.

You still didn't stop, kissing and kneading his inner thighs, watching him as you did it. Letting him stare into your gentle eyes as you tried to persuade him with your antics.

"You're so fucking dirty…" He says under his breath, taking another drag on his cigarette.

He didn't stop looking at you for a second, his hand coming up to stroke your hair, making it clear that you wanted him to continue, and that you had his permission to do whatever you wanted.

He didn't care, in any case if you questioned him about his softer attitudes, he would just say it was the effect of the weed.

Even if it was just a lie to disguise his pride.

Even if you didn't notice, but his expression was always so gentle with you, even if it wasn't such a lived change, but it was there.

And he couldn't hide it any longer from the moment you nibbled and licked his thighs, making him shudder at the sensation that began to arise in his body. The goosebumps that appeared in his every pore.

"I wanted you to stay…" You say softly, as if it were something just for you.

He even pretended not to hear, but there was no way he couldn't have heard. Your sweet voice echoing so close to him. A plea that perhaps if you asked for more, so slyly, there was a good chance he would give in.

It wasn't long before you were kissing all over his chest, letting your hand rest on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze and stroking it with your thumb. You already knew how sensitive he was to certain touches, and you always took advantage of that.

"Doll, you're going to kill me like this…" He murmured, looking at you with another one of his gallant smiles, the one that made you weak in the knees.

"I want to make you happy…" You whispered slyly, running your hands down to his bare midriff.

Your lips found his neck, licking and nibbling, making a point of letting him feel your teeth on his skin.

He couldn't help himself, letting out a soft moan as you had your way with him, it was strangely satisfying that you knew exactly what to do when it came to touching him.

"You do, babydoll, you do." He says softly, reaching down to give your ass a gentle squeeze, as well as a playful slap on your exposed flesh.

You then giggle at him, taking the opportunity to grip the erect base of his cock, giving him wet kisses on his shoulders. You even dared to kiss his nipple piercings, letting your tongue hover on the cold metal, feeling the icy surface on your hot muscle, making you smile against his skin.

Just watching the way he sighed and squirmed against your lips, you could feel your pussy starting to get wet, clit throbbing at the thought of having him with you once again.

His reddened tip was already leaking pre-cum, the liquid sticking to him and your fingers, helping with the impurity of those wet noises.

As soon as you started moving your hand up and down, his grip on your ass became stronger, making you gasp slightly at the act.

You continued with the movements, the wet sounds mixed with low moans and grunts filling your ears.

"You have good hands, don't you?" He said with a smile, sliding his hand down your ass again.

His other hand still held tightly to his cigarette, taking deep puffs, his eyes never leaving yours.

You could feel his body squirming with your touches, his hips moving against your hand for any other kind of friction you could give.

"I bet you're soaking wet, aren't you?" He asks in a cocky way, giving you his usual smug smile.

He knew how turned on you got just by pleasuring him, by having his throbbing cock in your fingers, or even the permission he gave you so that you could pleasure him in any way you wanted.

And then just to make sure he knew what he was talking about, his fingers slid down to the wet surface of your pussy, his fingers playing with your slick, making you moan against his skin.

"Tight little hole wanting attention, isn't it?" He taunts, putting his fingers so deep inside you.

The next thing he saw was you sticking out your tongue, licking the trail of precome dripping from his puffy red tip. The act made him curve his fingers inside you, moving in and out without much effort.

"You're so tasty…" You murmured softly, giving his tip a kiss.

This caused him to smile a little, rubbing his thumb against your clit in a circular motion.

"I want to see you ride, go on, sit down." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

You felt it when he withdrew his fingers from you, resting his hand on the cold floor, just waiting for you to do what he wanted.

And obviously you weren't going to say no.

And you obeyed like a good girl, sitting on his hand as you felt his fingers sinking into you.

"Ah- Shit…" You murmured, feeling your thighs twitch a little as you moved up and down.

He knew your weak points so well that it made you angry, he knew how to make you shudder with just his fingers.

"Such a beautiful little thing, fucking perfect." He grunted, playing with one of your nipples. Rolling and sliding between his fingers, squeezing and pinching.

All this so he could see you moaning and rolling your eyes as you rode his fingers.

You were so beautiful, the way you let yourself be so exposed to him, the way you trusted him with your eyes closed. That should be worrying, but he found it so exciting.

Your breasts jiggling as you moved up and down on his fingers, making a mess of his hand, which by the way was already honeyed with your juices.

"Hmh-, so good," You moaned, leaning on the floor for support as Leon watched your every move.

You moaned and whimpered his name, biting your lip as you stared at his erect member. God, he knew you were dying for him to make you deep-throat him, and don't get him wrong, he wanted it just as much as you did.

Just the thought of his cock buried in your tight throat was more than enough to make his cock throb and twitch, he could feel his blood pulsing to his lower body.

But now, now he wanted you. He wanted to watch as you rode him, as you moaned and begged him to curl his fingers and reach your sweet spots with every movement.

He didn't waste much time and pulled you close to him, sliding his free hand to the back of your neck, pulling you into a hot kiss.

His mouth meeting yours, the way you kissed him so eagerly and sloppily was enough to make him moan and grunt against your lips, his fingers moving in sync with your bouncing.

Your spongy, wet walls pulled him in, accommodating his fingers, you were so wet that he had no trouble sliding in and out of you.

He could do this all day, watch you moaning and whimpering his name, pulling your lips together to try and suppress the dirty noises coming out of you.

And it didn't work at all.

His smile only widened when he heard you whimpering loudly, biting your lip as you rolled your eyes, your orgasm washing over you as you drowned in that pleasure.

"Good girl. Good girl." He whispers, watching as you cream in his fists, your sweet furrow dripping through his fingers.

"Fuck…Oh…" You murmur, stopping your movements, but he hasn't stopped fisting you for a minute.

His skillful fingers caressing your spongy walls, making you look at him slyly.

"Leon… It's too much…" You cry out, pouting at him.

All he does is look at you with amusement in his eyes, leaning down to kiss your nipple, giving your sensitive part a gentle nibble.

"I hope you still have enough breath to give me a good ride." He says with a provocative and seductive tone, smiling cheekily at you.

And well, how can you deny him that? How can you say no when he looks at you like that?

You were incapable of denying such a good proposition.

"Yes… You know I will…" You say slyly, watching as he takes his fingers out of you.

He soon adjusted himself on the floor, spreading his legs and leaving room for you to sit on top of him.

Without any shame, he fisted his own cock, looking at you and biting his lip. His veins pulsed in his cock, which by then was begging for some attention.

The sight was enough to make your cunt throb, your body burning and aching, clamoring for him. And it wouldn't take you long to do what he wanted.

And once again he watched, saw you sit on his lap, your back turned to him as you gave him a view of your plump ass, making him salivate at the sight.

With one hand he held the cigarette, and with the other he instinctively placed it on your hips, kneading the soft skin. He watched as your tight pussy swallowed him, slowly, centimeter by centimeter. Sinking into his lap until he had it all at once.

He watched his cock disappear into your wet folds, and felt when your warmth enveloped him in such a sweet way.

"Fuck, you take me so well doll." Leon grunted, pressing his fingers into the softness of your hips.

"Hm - I'm so full…" You moaned, holding onto his knees as you began to grind slowly.

He smiled sideways, taking one last drag on his cigarette before throwing it on the floor, turning his full attention to you.

The next thing you felt was a warm slap on your ass cheeks, making you swallow and let out a whimper, understanding that he was asking you to increase the pace.

"Good girl." He purred, holding both your cheeks as he just sat there and felt you bounce on his cock.

The view was almost divine, your ass completely on display. He was lost in it, so lost that he could only focus on your moans, on the way you swallowed him completely, his cock appearing and disappearing with every bounce you made.

And there he went, losing all sense and just following the primal instinct to just fuck you, as if it were the last time. His hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrust.

"Leon- mhmm-," You even try to babble, but nothing but incoherent phrases come out of your lips.

Your pussy was so full, so stuffed, that you couldn't even breathe. You'd forgotten how deep he could get into you, how well he could fuck you if he wanted to.

His grunts mixed with your moans filled the room, nothing more than your voices amid the dirty sound of bodies slamming against each other, clashing violently.

If Leon was being honest, he never controlled himself with you, was never able to hold back when it came to you.

His cock twitching as he felt you tighten around him, he grunted so loudly in frustration, he almost couldn't hold back his load.

"I'm going to come inside, you hear?" He says, he wasn't really asking, just warning you what he was going to do.

"Please," You manage to let out a sly little cry, feeling him slap your ass, another one of his requests.

He wanted you to go faster, and you could never deny him that.

Your hips rolling up and down, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you called his name, you even felt that sensation in the pit of your stomach.

Your bodies covered in sweat, heavy breaths coming out in gasps, neither of you could even speak a single word.

You couldn't hold it in any longer, your orgasm flooded you once again, your fluids gushing out, your walls squeezing his length.

And that was the last straw for him, with a loud grunt and a swear word you couldn't identify, he came, thick ropes of cum painting your walls.

Leon just gave you a playful smack on the ass, appreciating you for what you had given him.He knew it had been stupid to cum inside, but he couldn't help himself.

Now all that was left was to wait, he was just waiting until you fell asleep, while you swore that this time it would be different, or that this time he would have some kind of feeling.

But you were dead wrong.

And then he would leave again, break you into a thousand pieces without even looking back.

But then, he would come into your arms, to glue each broken piece together, only to break it again later.

After all, isn't that what love is all about?

[katyfernlily]

Hello!

I've got the Sims 3 Create a World bug - finally! Sorry for not working on this world in so long but as I had previously posted, I've had medical issues which I won't go into as of right now but will later, perhaps.

I started up my CaW a week or two ago and wouldn't you know it...I could not use the edit in game feature. Took me quite awhile to figure out a fix and low and behold I found something that worked for me. Found here - https://modthesims.info/showthread.php?p=3622222

If you are having trouble with EIG in CaW try this method but remember to close out Create a World before using. Just go to your user data in the CaW files and drag and drop your .world file onto the batch file. Works like a charm!

Anyway, I pretty much forgot how to use CaW so I just started out with something simple. I decorated around the canal/river with some trees and plants and of course the tedious terrain painting, ugh. I also fooled around with a couple lots in my now working EIG. I made the school a bit taller in the middle area and added a pool to the windmill lot that I think will make a terrific resort! Today I even tried to work on the waterfall - attempted to...not sure about it yet. It's very tall.

So anyway, I'm trying to keep inspired to continue on with this. Reading up on all the Sims shenanigans here on Tumblr helps. Love all your creations! Sorry I don't have more pics to share but as I said I'm having to relearn everything so it's kind of a slow process. I'm sure I'll get it down before long.

Thanks for reading and hope you have a wonderful day!

[faythesk8r]

I actually made that a long time ago and forgot to post it :p

and here is the original :D

[bambisworlds]

azriel x needy!oc drabble

(after writing the ghost x needy oc fic i couldn't resist making one with azriel hehe, i love that man)

content warnings, mdni 18+

f!reader, bambi!oc, p in v, praise, teasing, established relationship, mate!azriel, let me know if i forgot anything x

my masterlist

Azriel expected that he'd be utterly addicted to Bambi once the mating bond sealed between them, but he never expected Bambi to be just as obsessed. After being mated for five years, she was still insatiable when it came to him. Azriel had already made her cum five times tonight, and Bambi still wanted more. "Please, Az," she pouts, poking at his abs. Azriel was holding himself up on his elbows above her, breathing heavily, with his cock still deep inside her.

"Just came less than 30 seconds ago, sweetheart. Give me a moment," he pants, rocking his hips subtly to get hard again.

"Need more," she whimpers, wiggling impatiently, hoping to get more friction.

Azriel chuckles, "You're really gonna make me work for it, aren't you, angel?" he smirks down at her, "Five isn't enough?"

Bambi shakes her head, "Just feels so good," she whimpers, wrapping her arms around him.

"Believe me, I know," Azriel chuckles, beginning to move inside her again with a grunt, "I'm addicted to making my sweet girl cum." he pants as he picks up the pace. Bambi responds eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist. She moans and gasps with each snap of his hips, clinging to him tightly as her heels dig into his ass.

Azriel's nose bumped against hers, his silver chain dangling above her and bumping against the end of her chin with the sway of his thrusts. Bambi's eyes rolled back with a satisfied moan as he found the perfect rhythm, and Azriel smiled devilishly; he loved it when she rolled her eyes back like that. He grabbed her throat and tilted her head towards him as he captured her lips in a kiss, moaning lowly at the exquisite feel of her warm cunt mixed with the softness of her lips. He's already cum three times tonight, but like Bambi, he still couldn't get enough.

"Don't stop, s'good," Bambi begs breathily against his lips as she keeps her legs locked tightly around his hips.

"I'll keep fucking you all night long, baby, don't you worry," Azriel pants, his wings flaring on his back, "You just be a good girl and keep cumming for me." Bambi nods mindlessly, and her eyes flutter in bliss as she surrenders to another orgasm.

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the artwork in the divider is not mine

[chrissv4mp]

Ethan Landry x Reader Valentine’s Day smut where Ethan does the whole valentines proposal at school then dinner then smut?? (Ik Valentine’s Day was 2 days ago but still🌚)

YES YES (dw, i also forgot to post something on here for valentines day, so this'll be an apology🙏🙏)

ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: smut, strong language, you and ethan have a praise kink !! , dom!ethan, sub!reader, p in v, ethan has a hair pulling kink !!

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tara held out her phone, recording you as you made your way down the hallway. each person you passed by gave you a single rose, and when you reached the end of the hallway, you saw your boyfriend.

he was holding a sign that read 'will you be my valentine?' in one hand, and a bouquet of roses in the other.

your face turned red, smiling as you ran into his arms, making him drop the sign.

"happy valentines day, baby." he muttered into your shoulder, inhaling your scent.

"i love you so much." you laughed, stepping back to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

he grabbed your waist as he pulled you closer, still holding onto the roses tightly.

tara smiled, standing next to chad as she continued to record the cute scene.

"best boyfriend award goes to ethan," mindy joked, laughing.

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"you're gonna love what i have planned." ethan said over the phone, driving to your house.

"what could you have done to make my day even better? that thing you did at school was so sweet, eth, you didn't need to do anything else." you smiled sweetly.

the brunette boy smiled wider, "that was just the beginning, baby."

you ran your hands down your sides, smoothing down the dress as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"hurry and get out here, i'm sure you look beautiful." the boy whined, throwing his head back on the head-rest.

"okay, okay, i'm coming," you sighed, "love you." you said before hanging up.

you made sure to gather all your things before leaving through your front door and practically skipping to your boyfriends car. you couldn't wait to see what he had planned.

ethan quickly got out of his car, running to your side to open the door with a stupid smile on his face.

you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him as you got into the car, "you're so corny."

"just being polite." he replied, winking at you teasingly before shutting the door and making his way back to the other side to get in.

the ride to the restaurant was filled with both comfortable silence and conversations full of nonsense, ethan's hand never leaving your inner thigh as he drove.

the gesture was meant to be only friendly, but you thought otherwise. plus, he would never pass up the chance to tease you just a bit.

"ethan--" before you could even finish your sentence, he cut you off, "we're almost there, i promise."

his fingers traced unrecognizable shapes on your thigh, making you bite your lip to stifle a whimper.

not long after, ethan finally picked up on the little movements you made and the quiet whines and whimpers you tried to hide.

"y/n, baby, are you alright?"

you just nodded in response, your hips involuntarily bucking into nothing.

ethan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his face as he figured out what was going in.

"am i turning you on? i haven't even done anything and you're already all worked up," he said in a low voice, removing his hand from your thigh as he placed it back on the steering wheel.

"make it through dinner and i'll reward you when we get home. that sounds good, yeah?"

you nodded, "yeah.

as the car finally approached the restaurant, you unbuckled your seatbelt, watching as your boyfriend carefully backed into a parking space.

he smiled sweetly at you, acting as if he hadn't said anything to you earlier.

ethan got out of the car, going to your side to let you out.

as the two of you walked into the restaurant, ethan kissed your forehead softly, looking into your eyes with lust.

"you're such a fucking tease, you know that?" you muttered quiet enough so that nobody around you heard.

all he did was roll his eyes before going up to the lady at the front.

"i have a reservation." he smiled.

"last name?" the lady asked, looking down at the small tablet in front of her.

"landry." he said, putting his hands in his pockets.

you stood beside him, practically eye-fucking him as he waited for the lady to lead you guys to your table. he was so patient, and you just wished he wasn't so that he would've fucked you before stepping in here.

"right this way, sir." the waiter smiled, grabbing to menus before leading you guys to a small booth in the back of the restaurant.

ethan thanked the lady before taking his seat across from you, grabbing the menu and looking over it.

you did the same, trying to distract yourself from the growing arousal between your legs.

a few minutes passed, and another waiter had gotten both of you drinks.

"what're you gonna get?" ethan spoke suddenly, closing the menu before placing it back on the table.

you shrugged, "dunno, there's so many options on here."

the boy scanned your features, admiring your entire being as you looked over the menu for the millionth time.

"'m probably gonna get the chicken alfredo." he said, watching as you wrapped your lips around the straw that was in your drink.

he cleared his throat, looking away from you as he felt his dick begin to strain against his pants.

you nodded, putting your menu down, "i'll get the same as you, eth."

.

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dinner went by smoothly, and the second that the two of you got back to ethan's house, you were all over each other.

"can't wait to rip this dress off you, baby." he muttered against your lips, locking his bedroom door before pushing you against it.

you chuckled at his eagerness as you pulled back, palming him through his jeans, "and i can't wait to fuck you."

the boy instantly fell apart as your hand went into his boxers and began to stroke his length, groaning as he began to mark your neck and jawline.

ethan grabbed your hips, pulling your hand out of his pants before bringing you to his bed and laying you down on it.

you watched as he undid his jeans, kicking them off his ankles along with his boxers.

you bit your lip as you watched his dick stand prominently against his stomach.

he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere around the room before crawling on top of you to help you with your dress.

"you'd look even prettier without the dress." he said, tugging at the red fabric.

"why don't you take it off me, then?" you asked, watching as ethan quickly crawled off you.

you sat up, grabbing the dress from the bottom before pulling it up over your legs.

ethan was quick to help you get it off entirely, leaving it on the floor of his bedroom before almost ripping your bra off your body.

you smirked at his eagerness before your eyes scanned his body, not being able to take your gaze away from his lust-filled eyes.

"so pretty.." he muttered, crawling back on top of you as he looping his finger in the waistband of your panties.

his free hand went to your chest, twisting your nipple between his thumb and index finger, listening to the pretty noises that came from your mouth.

he lowered his head to meet your breasts, taking your other nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. he hummed against your skin, hearing his name falling from your swollen lips.

"so fuckin' good with your mouth. shit," you moaned, tugging on his hair and hearing him whimper.

the hand that was in your panties earlier was now cupping your pussy. his fingers ran through your folds, gathering the wetness that was there earlier all over his hand.

"so, so wet." he muttered, his lips leaving your breast before trapping you in a heated kiss.

you couldn't help the loud, breathy moans that escaped your throat, and ethan took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth.

his fingers dipped into your pussy, and you couldn't help but tug on his hair harder.

you pulled away from his lips, a string of saliva going from his lips to yours.

"need you, baby. need you so fucking bad." you whimpered, feeling his thumb trace tight circles on your clit.

the brunette boy groaned at your begging, and he couldn't help but rip your panties right off your body.

you gasped, only getting more turned on by his antics.

ethan quickly threw the ripped fabric on the floor, grabbing hold of his cock before the tip through your folds.

he couldn't help but whine at the small amount of pleasure, his eyes shut as he took in a shaky breath.

"holy fuck." he groaned, looking up at you for permission to push all the way in.

you shuddered as he ran his tip over your clit, and then you nodded eagerly.

the boy wasted no time in slamming his dick inside of your pussy, eliciting a throaty moan from you and himself.

his breathing became erratic as he began pounding into you, hiding his face in your neck as he moaned and whimpered.

"fuck, you're so tight. oh my god," he whined, his hand going to play with your clit once more.

you moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around him as your nails dug into his back, only adding to the pleasure he felt.

"yes, fuck, don't stop, eth." you said in between gasps, feeling him pick up his pace as he slammed his dick into you harder.

soon enough, you felt your stomach begin to tighten, and you let out a guttural moan that was sure to be heard by your boyfriends neighbors.

"right there, fuck yes!" you said, your hand going back into his hair.

ethan was close as well, and you couldn't help but come closer just by hearing his whines.

the two of you came together with a moan, and ethan helped you ride out your high before coming to a halt.

he pulled out, laying next to you on his bed as he moved his curls off his sweaty forehead.

"happy valentines day." he muttered with a smile.

[bookworm551]

Take the Edge Off | Part 2 | Focus

Things are tense between you and Miguel, and it all comes to a head when you try working a mission together.

A/N: this is technically a part 2, but it stands on its own pretty well. I might just keep going with these posts bc I can’t get him out of my head

Warnings: p in v, fingering, biting (ykwim), MINORS and my roommate DNI

Word count: 4.4k

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

With all the time you spent in Miguel's dimension, sometimes, you forgot that you had your own. You loved spending time amongst the Spider-Society, so many of different people who were like you in all the important ways. It was a nice environment, but it was also nice to be home every once in a while.

You'd been home for about 10 days now. You had never gone so long without being called in for a mission, and while it was nice to take a break from capturing anomalies, it also made you a little nervous. You came back the day after Miguel had visited you and left you a new gizmo...

...among other things.

Now, it had been nearly a week and a half, and there had been complete radio silence from Earth-928. You were starting to think that your little encounter with Miguel was to blame. Maybe he wanted you out now.

You had gone out to your favorite spot in the city to clear your mind. Just as you were preparing to swing back home, a beeping noise captured your attention from your wrist. Your heart leapt as you raised your arm in front of you, and Lyla's glowing, yellow form appeared from your watch. "Hey there," she greeted casually. "Boss wants you to run backup on an anomaly on Earth-287."

You smiled faintly as the code appeared on your device. "Sounds good," you replied, standing to your feet and walking onto the side of the building so that you were staring straight down at the street hundreds of feet below. "I'll be right there."

You activated the code, and a dimensional portal opened up in front of you further down the building. Taking a breath, you let go of your grip on the building and allowed gravity to pull you down into the portal. The shift in gravity was exhilarating as you emerged from the portal into Earth-287.

Emerging from the portal, everything was dull. The sun had set a while ago here, but even if it had been out, the colors would still be strangely muted. The building that you stood atop of overlooked a large city with strange gray, yellow, and green lights. This was a weird dimension.

Standing together, Pavitr and one of the many Peter Parkers was there. Upon seeing you emerge from the portal, Pav perked up. "You're here!" He said in an excited voice as you approached. You smiled under your mask and replied with the same energy, "I am!"

Glancing around, you noticed the lack of a certain presence you had expected to be there. "Is it just you guys here?" You asked casually. Before they could answer you, a cold voice behind you said, "What are you doing here?"

You whipped around and found Miguel's figure looming over you. Though his face was concealed behind his mask, you could tell by his rigid stature and unwelcoming tone that he was not very happy to see you. This was not really the greeting you'd hoped to receive from him.

"Lyla sent me," you told him defensively. "She said you wanted me to run backup with you." The eyes of his mask squinted down at you menacingly. "I didn't send for you," he said in an level tone. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and stared up at him stubbornly. "Then why am I here?" You demanded to know.

"Actually, you did mention calling for an extra member," Pav reminded him cheerfully. You looked back at Miguel with triumphant posture. "And here I am," you said. Miguel didn't seem amused, and he stared down at you for moment before sighing in resignation.

"Fine," he muttered reluctantly before turning away from you to look at his watch. "We have a Goblin anomaly somewhere in the vicinity. This is a routine bag and tag, but we need to cover our bases and sweep the area separately. Whoever finds him first needs to call it in for the rest of us. Am I understood?" His gaze seemed to be fixed on you, and you felt like his last question was directed at you.

You cocked your head a little at him before replying in a smooth voice, "Yes, sir." Miguel didn't reply nor did he give you any sort of reaction, but you could feel his eyes on you as you walked toward the edge of the building. "I call the north side," you stated before casually falling off the side and swinging away.

Leaving them behind, you were gliding between the buildings, looking for any signs of the anomaly or any traces of environmental glitching he may have left. You swung through the strangely-colored city until you landed on the top of a building to observe the cityscape below. You crouched low on the edge of the building, scanning carefully for any signs of the anomaly.

After a few minutes, you were about to get up and swing away before the sound of feet landing behind you stopped you. You whipped around and shot a web reactively. Miguel sidestepped your web, his head tilted in an unimpressed posture.

"I told you, I called north," you said with a huff of annoyance. "I have reason to believe the anomaly is somewhere in this direction," he told you vaguely. You put a hand on your hip. "Okay, well, this is my direction. I'll let you know if he shows up," you stated stubbornly.

"Hey, this is my mission," he argued. "I can go where I want." You rolled your eyes under your mask. "Whatever," you muttered. "Just don't get in my way."

He chose not to respond to your comment. An uncomfortable silence settled over you, and you didn't know whether to leave it or to try to alleviate it. Miguel made the choice for you. "Where have you been?" He asked finally. It was an attempt at a normal conversation, at relieving some of the tension that was wedged between the two of you.

You shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "Home. I figured you'd call if you needed me, and you did."

"Need is a strong word," he muttered. You scoffed softly. Miguel never wanted to seem like he relied on anyone. "Well, in that case, I can just go home. The newest episode of my favorite show comes out tonight." Despite his face being hidden behind his mask, you could tell that Miguel was unamused. "Let's just focus on finding this anomaly," he grumbled, turning his face away from you back to the streets below. 

"I'm focused," you told him casually. "Are you focused?" "I could probably focus if you could shut your mouth," he snapped. "Maybe I would if you asked nicely for once," you shot back, a smile pulling at your lips behind your mask. "Ever heard of saying please? Or maybe...por favor?"

His head turned slowly to look at you, and it was impossible for you to tell what he was thinking. "No?" You said. "Okay, then I'll do as I please."

He sighed in exasperation but didn't say anything. Just as the silence felt overbearing, a large crash captured your attention. "Sounds like our guy," you said before somersaulting over the edge of the building and swinging toward the sound. Miguel was right behind you as you both headed for the noise together.

There in the streets was your guy. Goblin was recognizable across any dimension, and this was no different, but looking at this short figure below, you almost wanted to laugh. He was thin, and his figure was stooped, and he didn't have a glider like you were used to seeing. This would be a cinch.

The anomaly spotted you before you could reach him, and he crouched with a sneer and called out, "Spider-Man!" Then, seeing your figure next to Miguel, he added, "...and company?"

"I'm Spider-Woman!" You clarified cheerfully as you shot your web at him. "Nice to meet you!" The little goblin rolled out of the way before your web was able to catch him.

"Where am I?" He demanded to know. Behind your mask, you rolled your eyes. "Always the same questions," you muttered. "'Where am I?' 'Who are you?' 'What is this place?' When are you guys gonna switch it up and ask how I'm doing?"

"Can you stop talking and focus?" Miguel snapped as he tried webbing the anomaly to no avail. You sighed. Banter was your thing. In fact, it was almost every Spider-Person's thing except for Miguel. It was definitely not his thing.

"You'll have to forgive my colleague here!" You called out to Goblin as you twisted in the air to avoid one of the bombs launched at you by him. "He's a little crankier than usual. I'm not sure why."

"You want to know why?" Miguel called out to you in irritation, webbing a bomb and throwing it back at the villain below. "It's because you're getting on my last nerve!" You sighed in exasperation. "I'm pretty sure you've only got one nerve, and someone's almost always on it," you grumbled.

You both managed to knock the anomaly into a dim warehouse. Together, you webbed his arms to the wall he was cornered into. He was looking around frantically for an escape. "Listen, bud, this isn't personal," you told him. "We just need to make sure you go home." You felt pretty confident about this whole mission, definitely one of the easy ones.

Goblin stopped struggling to free his hand and looked at you with a crazed smile, and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the sight. "Workplace relationships can be tricky," he stated. "I think you two should try resolving some of this tension."

Before you could reply, the anomaly kicked his leg, and a small, metallic sphere came rolling out of the sole of his boot. You barely had time to say "Uh oh," before the explosion knocked you and Miguel backwards. As you were recovering from the impact, the Goblin actually took flight, breaking free of the web bindings.

"What the hell?" You exclaimed. This Goblin didn't use a glider like you were used to, he had some weird type of rocket boots. He flew up and smashed his way out of the warehouse window and out to the sky with a loud cackle.

"He's getting away!" Miguel shouted as if you weren't already aware of the fact. You both slung yourselves up to the window and outside the building, but the Goblin was much faster than you both, and before you could catch up, he was out of sight.

Miguel punched the wall next to you and snarled in frustration. After taking a few breaths, he lowered his arm and stood completely still except for his deep, even breathing. His back was toward you, and you could tell that he was holding back a tidal wave of fury. Well, you might as well break the dam.

"You're awfully quiet," you stated reluctantly. "Anything you want to get off of your chest?"

Miguel whipped around and looked over you menacingly. "You let him get away!" He shouted at you.

"Me?!" You asked incredulously, ripping your mask off of your face. "How was that my fault?" His suit receded from his face as well, displaying his frustrated expression. "You were supposed to catch him! It's a very simple expectation," he told you angrily.

You scoffed. "Well, excuse me for not knowing this Goblin had flying boots instead of a glider," you said. "It's just as much your fault as it is mine."

Miguel wasn't happy with that statement. He took a step closer to you and crossed his arms over his chest. "It is your fault," Miguel snapped at you. "And now he's gone again." You stepped toward him defiantly and crossed your arms to mirror him. "Maybe if you weren't breathing down my neck, I could've gotten him," you retorted.

"That's your excuse?" He asked in an exasperated tone. "Yeah, it is," you replied sharply. "What's yours?"

"You're distracting me."

"I'm distracting you?"

"Yes."

"What does that mean?"

"It means," he said in a low voice as he took another step towards you so that his face was inches from your own, "you are distracting me. You never should have come on this mission." Your heartbeat sped up a little at how close he was now, and you couldn't help but look at his lips as he spoke.

"Well, too bad," you told him stubbornly. "I'm here, and you've got to deal with it. So, instead of fighting about it, why don't you get off my ass and help me catch this guy?"

"You don't get to tell me what to do," he argued. "I'll stay on your ass if I want to." You raised an eyebrow at his comment and had to suppress a snicker. Miguel realized as soon as the words left his mouth how they sounded, and he closed his eyes in a mix of exasperation and embarrassment. "Just focus on finding the Goblin anomaly," he grumbled.

"Oh, so you don't want to stay on my ass anymore?" You clarified with a smirk. He scowled down at you and snarled, "Do you ever just shut up?" You weren't deterred by his temper. Instead, you batted your eyelids up at him and gave him an overly-sweet smile. "Only if you ask nicely, remember?"

Miguel finally had enough of you. He shoved you back against the wall, making you gasp in surprise, and placed a hand on your throat. "I'm done being nice with you," he growled before crashing his lips down on yours with every ounce of his frustration.

You kissed him back with as much aggression, your tongues exploring each other's mouths impatiently. His hand slid down from your neck to grope your breasts over your suit. You sighed loudly as his hands roamed across your body, and when he pressed his knee between your legs, you couldn't stop the moan that emerged from your throat.

"What about the others?" You gasped. "What if they find us and—," Miguel cut you off with another open-mouthed kiss. "I don't give a fuck," he murmured against your lips. "They can watch for all I care."

You took a shuddering breath as he pulled at the neck of your suit. It had been designed for easy removal when you needed a quick change back in your world, but now, Miguel was using it to his advantage to pull it down over your shoulders. You didn't resist him disrobing you. You hadn't expected this at all, but with the frustration you both caused each other, you shouldn't have been so surprised.

You pulled your arms out of your suit as he peeled the fabric off of your torso. Miguel didn't have the patience left in him to properly undress you. Your suit was at your knees before he abandoned any further effort of taking it off. "Fucking full-body suits," he muttered in annoyance as he pressed heated kisses to your exposed neck.

You huffed an amused breath while you kicked off your boots and the remainder of your suit. His lips left a trail of sloppy kisses from your collarbone, up your neck, until they finally found your mouth. His tongue forced its way between your lips, and you couldn't help but moan at his overpowering touch. You barely even felt rough surface of the wall against your back as Miguel pushed his body against yours.

He was so tall that it seemed like his figure was devouring yours. To remedy the height different, Miguel's large hands hoisted you up by your thighs close to his own height and pushed you up against the wall roughly. You grunted at the force of his body shoving you against the brick, but you didn't care, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. You had both hands gripping his head, pulling his mouth to yours eagerly, tongues practically down each others throats.

Miguel's hands were gripping tightly at your thighs before he reached up and pulled down on your underwear. He wasn't holding you up anymore, relying instead on your ability to stick to the wall to keep you upright. Now that he didn't have to support you, his hands were free to do what he liked.

Your breathing quickened as his fingers teased the outside of your hot entrance. He traced over your clit, causing you to groan and throw your head back against the brick. "Is this what it takes to get you to shut up?" He growled in your ear. You wanted to say something snappy back to him, but right as you opened your mouth, he pushed two of his fingers into you, and you were unable to do anything but let out a gasping moan.

Your fingers ran through his hair, gripping it tightly as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Not such a smart ass now, huh?" He observed smugly. You wanted desperately to prove him wrong and shoot him a smart retort, but the pace he was setting with his fingers rendered you speechless.

You leaned your head against his as you took shaky breaths to regain some semblance of thought. "What h-happened to focus on the— on the mission?" You managed to ask through panting breaths. His fingers were curling inside you, making it difficult to speak properly.

"I told you," he whispered in a low voice, his lips tickling your ear. "You're distracting me. How am I supposed to focus when you're here with me?" He placed a wet kiss on your neck, and you sighed at the sensation.

"All I can think about is how good you feel around me," he murmured against your skin, "and all the pretty sounds you make." His fingers continued fucking you while his thumb started moving in circles around your clit, forcing a loud moan from your mouth.

"Even your scent," he continued. "I could smell you the minute you arrived. It's been driving me fucking crazy." Your legs were starting to shake as you felt yourself growing closer. Miguel could sense it too, no doubt, from your staggering gasps and the tightened grip you had on his hair.

"And now, you're letting me touch you like this in the middle of a mission," he said. "How do you expect me to focus on anything when you're here?" His voice sounded frustrated, angry almost, and that frustration was evident in the way his pace increased.

You were gasping his name over and over again, unable to say or do anything else. He was touching you in all the right places in all the right ways. The resentment you had felt for him before had completely transformed into lust, and as he continued moving his fingers in and out of you, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

Miguel ran his tongue up the side of your neck before whispering into your ear, "Look at you. Are you gonna cum on my fingers while we're on a mission?"

As if to answer his question, your whole body began shaking, and you let out a trembling moan out as your orgasm overtook you. Something resembling a laugh came from Miguel's lips as he felt your body clenching around him, and he was pulled in closer by your gripping arms. Your breathing came in shallow gasps as your body trembled with his touch.

After a moment, his hand slowed down until he pulled out of you completely. Dazed, you blinked your eyes open to look at him. His eyes were red with lust, and he brought his hand up and sucked his soaking fingers without looking away from you. Your body was still twitching from your high, and the sight in front of you made you moan softly.

"I'm not done yet," he murmured as he gripped your jaw in his hand. You were still recovering from the intensity of your orgasm, and your head was limp in his hands. He noticed and moved your face back and forth to test your submission. "Dios mío, you're a mess," he noted with a smirk. "Are you gonna let me fuck you like this?"

Still trying to recover your breath, you were barely able to give him a faint nod of your head. "That's right," he said softly, placing another kiss on your neck, but you were barely registered it as you felt something hard at your soaking entrance. Miguel had retracted his suit just at his waist, and it seemed that this time, he hadn't even bothered with wearing anything underneath.

"Must be convenient having a nanotech suit," you commented under your breath. "It's not nanotech," he corrected. "It's much cooler than that." You rolled your eyes. Even during sex, he had to be right. "Whatever," you replied. "You don't have to nerd ou—"

You cut yourself off with a sharp gasp as Miguel pushed himself into you without warning. You tugged at his hair reactively as the stretch of your pussy made you whine. "Just shut the fuck up," he muttered into your ear.

He gave you a second to adjust before he started moving his hips against yours. You head fell back against the wall as he thrust in and out of you desperately. He had no regard for how the rough brick was scraping against your skin. He was now engaged entirely in his own pleasure, using you to channel all his frustration into satisfaction. You didn't mind one bit.

His pace was relentless. His head was pressed against your temple, and his panting breaths tickled your ear. You still had a tight grip on his hair as he fucked you mercilessly while your other hand held onto his shoulder in desperation.

Miguel's hands were digging into your thighs as soft grunts formed in his throat. "I've been craving you all week," he told you with a gruff voice, interrupting the repetitive sound of his hips slapping against your cunt. "The way you feel, how you take me so well, it's all I can think about."

You whimpered in his ear as he continued rolling his hips against yours at a savage pace. You were getting high off of his words, and all you could do to encourage him was moan. "I've been...thinking about you, too," you whispered to him, the overwhelming sensation of him railing into you causing you to pause every few words. "Late at night...when I'm all alone. I think about h-how good you feel...inside me. It makes me so hot."

Miguel growled in response, your words obviously having an effect over him. His lips met yours in a hungry kiss, and he actually let out a soft moan of his own. He let go of one of your legs to bring his hand up to the wall to support himself, and you heard the brick next to your head crack as his fingers clawed at the stone.

He pulled away from your lips and brought his mouth down to kiss your neck. His movements were growing more desperate and sloppy, and you knew he was getting closer to finishing. After a second, he raised his head up from your neck to rest against your own.

"Do you trust me?" He whispered in your ear.

What kind of a question was that? He had you pinned to the wall, fucking you mercilessly in another dimension in the middle of a mission. You certainly didn't not trust him.

Still, at his relentless pace, you found it difficult to speak properly, so you nodded your reply. "I want to hear you say it," he grunted. You were breathing hard as you tried formulating words. "I do," you gasped. "I-I do trust you."

That seemed to satisfy Miguel. His hips moved faster and harder into yours, and without further warning, he sank his teeth into the base of your neck. You cried out in alarm as you felt the tips of his fangs pierce your neck. You hadn't expected him to do that, but you couldn't deny that the pain made the pleasure even sweeter.

For Miguel, having his teeth in your skin made him go wild. It was like a primal reaction, and whatever self-control he'd had evaporated. He began pounding into you, using your neck almost like an anchor while he thrust into you over and over again.

Your eyes became unfocused as a knot formed in your stomach from the overwhelming sensation of Miguel's cock and teeth inside of you. "Don't stop," you begged with a gasp. "Don't stop, I'm gonna—"

You couldn't even finish your sentence before another powerful orgasm took over your body. A loud cry emerged from your throat as your thighs tightened around his waist, and your whole body began shaking. You gripped Miguel's back and hair desperately as his movements became erratic.

Just as it was becoming too much for you, Miguel's body tensed, and he let out a long, rare moan against your neck as his hips grew still and he came inside you. He took a couple seconds to recover his breath before he released the grip of his jaw on your neck. You let out a small whimper at the feeling of his teeth being removed from your skin. In response, Miguel ran his tongue over the two new sets of puncture marks you now had.

"Was that alright?" He asked with surprising softness, referring to his bite. You nodded honestly and replied, "I thought it would hurt more than that." He licked over it again as he pulled out of you, earning a quiet sigh from you. "Believe me, it could have," he said in a low voice.

You turned your head to look at him, meeting his eyes with your own, and you couldn't help the faint smile that pulled at your lips. You tilted your face up and kissed him. It wasn't the ravenous kisses from earlier, it was soft and slow, a token of appreciation.

"You're not allowed to come on missions with me anymore," Miguel mumbled against your lips. "Do you understand?"

You chuckled softly at his statement. Truthfully, you'd forgotten you were even on a mission. You opened your eyes to look at him before you whispered, "Yes, sir."

His jaw twitched, and he ran his thumb over your lips in admiration. "We need to get going," he told you after a pause. You looked up at him with a sly smile. "Think you can focus now?" You asked. His eyes flashed up from your lips to your eyes, and a faint trace of a smile formed at his mouth.

"I wouldn't count on it."

[kenshixi]

Maybe This Thyme, a CHEF! au

Chapter 2: Ang mga daan na nagdala sa akin sa iyo (The roads that brought me to you)

Warnings: swear words? wc: 2.1k │Series masterlist│Main masterlist

Now playing: Maybe This Time by Sarah Geronimo

September 30th, 2025 

The crunch of Autumn leaves rang in Yuki’s ears as he stepped off the train platform. Eight years since he graduated highschool , Eight years since—you. He was sure that he had gotten over you, despite his friends saying otherwise. Whatever, he wasn’t here for that, he was here to revive the family legacy—the Tsunoda legacy.

“Yukino! Over here dumbass!” The ever-haunting voice of his sister echoing in his ears. Miu ran and caught him in a tight embrace, as she nearly knocked him over. “It’s been too long. You’ve grown too tall” She muttered softly, a hint of affection in her voice. 

“Well, I’m not 14 anymore, aren’t I?” He mused, his eyebrows raised in a teasing manner. Miu scoffed, slapping his shoulder lightly as she pulled him towards the exit of the station. “Come on, Dad’s waiting for us in the car.”

———

You sigh, finally getting on a train home after a long day of culinary school. You considered if culinary was really the right choice compared to accounting. You had classmates who think they know better because they watched The Bear, a professor that hates you, and a three-hour train ride from your school to home. But yet again, you were never really good at Statistics, the stuffy rich kids were far more insufferable, and your parents didn’t mind as long as you cooked them good food, that’s all they needed from you anyway.

You never really left Yêu Village, you lived in a simple apartment, around five blocks away from that village you used to call home. It was barely enough considering you still had a cat with attachment issues to take care of but you’ve called it home for the past few years, and that was enough. Yet you never forgot Yuki. I mean, how could you? You hurt the poor boy! After the rejection he never talked to you, never even glanced your way, in and out of school. The only time he talked to you was to say a forced “Congrats” on your graduation day, a few months after the incident.

You were far too overstimulated to sleep after a stubborn classmate almost burned your arm off trying to dispose of hot oil and that dumbass who couldn’t hear a simple, “HOT PAN." So might as well scroll on Instagram. But then, something made you pause, your breath hitched at the sight.

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liked by yukitsunoda0511 and 500 others miu_tsunoda_02 Behind the scenes with chef Yuki! See you soon at Auntie's corner! (dm me if you want to apply lol)

What the fuck. What the actual fuck. Yuki motherfucking Tsunoda back home, home in Yêu Village. It’d be only a matter of time before-

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Miu >_< I know you saw my post >:3 You :p I have no clue what you're talking about, Miu Miu >_< Oh don't get all serious with me, you know damn well what I'm talking about. Do you... want me to put in a good word for you? ;) You :p STFUU. He probably doesn't want to see me... T-T Miu >_< WHO CARES?!?! You :p I do. Miu >_< ... Fair enough. But if Yuki doesn't want to see you, well too bad! He made me in charge for job applications >:) Besides, I know you're broke af. You don't want to keep relying on your parents right? You :p Fine, I'll think about it Miu >_< Kayyy, love you! You :p Love you too.

Shit, you needed to think this over. You can’t just barge in and expect it to all be sunshine and rainbows—yet something calls to you to try, to test the waters. Perhaps it was curiosity, the same curiosity that drew you in eight years ago.

———

October 3, 2025

You read the  flyer for what seems to be the hundredth time as you stood outside the small building for the past ten minutes. It was taped crookedly onto the window, in Miu’s recognizable handwriting as it read: “We’re hiring. Kitchen and Front of House, apply inside or through this number pls!” You took a deep breath. The kind that tries to be calming but just lands awkwardly. ’It’s just a job application, this’ll help with your bills and experience.’ You tried reminding yourself, but you could never shake off the feeling that this was a bad idea. You were going to kill Miu later on.

With a reluctant huff you push open the door, the soft jingle of bells announcing your presence. While no one sees you yet, you inspect the place. The walls are filled with old photos, family pictures and ones of Yuki and Miu’s highschool days. Tables were evenly scattered, resembling those you’d find at the cheap dumpling place just a few blocks away, there was even a secluded area for studying! You took a step closer to admire the empty blackboards, the retro cashier, and the window display that would soon be filled with all sorts of pastries. Then a sudden voice cut through the silence, unmistakable and impossible to ignore.

“I’m sorry, it took a while. My sister isn’t here yet and-”  Yuki paused, his heart clenching as your eyes met his. It was you—you were here, in the flesh after all these years— you were back home too. You’d changed, no more flashy jewelry or shiny makeup— just a loose button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, relaxed jeans, and a fresh haircut, the real you he had loved all those years ago. All those false promises of moving on had faded, and he was seventeen once again, seventeen and in love with you.

Of course, you couldn’t help but be starstruck as well. His soft, childish features had grown more sharp and defined, he definitely changed up his style, more sophisticated and refined. Yet he still retained that childish charm, one that lured you in when you were seventeen, seventeen and an idiot. You cleared your throat, diffusing some of the tension before murmuring a soft “Hi.” You handed over your resume, the one you spent hours working on. “I’m here to apply for the kitchen.”

He snapped out of his trance, awkwardly grabbing your resume. “Of course… uh have a seat, I’ll be right with you.” He stammered before escaping into the kitchen. He leaned against a counter for support, still trying to process your arrival. How did you end up here, alone with him, IN HIS RESTAURANT?! Whatever reason it was, he knew Miu was the reason, and he’d kill her. Yuki smoothed out his shirt, trying to look presentable before going back out to sit in the chair across from you, clearing his throat before speaking.

“So… long time no see.”  He pauses, carefully choosing his words before speaking again. “You look… different.”  You finally blink. “I mean, it’s been seven years.” A pause. “I thought Miu would be interviewing me.” You chuckled awkwardly, trying to diffuse some of the tension though it barely does anything.

“She told me that someone was coming in for an interview. She never mentioned it was you.” There’s a beat that follows. You look down at your hands, then back at him again.“Do you want me to leave?” “NO,”  he says quickly, then softer. “No. Let’s just- talk.”

 Silence follows again, consuming the both of you whole before he clears his throat for what seems to be the third time. “You’re back in town?”  Yuki asks tentatively. “Never really left” You respond flatly, he raises a brow. “What happened to being an accountant?” “Dropped out after a year, my parents told me to do culinary instead.”

He scans your application again, as if it might explain everything he missed in those seven silent years. “Are you still with Kenji?” He asked with caution. “Oh, not anymore. He moved to Yale. Are you still with Amy?”  You ask, sounding a bit too hopeful. “No, she… she left.” He murmured, finally meeting your gaze again.

A long silence stretches over the two of you, much longer and awkward this time. The room feels like it might collapse under the weight of everything unsaid when the door creaks open slowly. “Yukiii, did you start- oh!” Miu stops mid-step. “Wait, you started the emotional reunion without me!?” Miu’s voice cuts through the tension like a blade. Your heads both turn to her, a stupid smirk plastered on her face.

“Miu, could you come with me for a second?” Yuki asks with obvious fake politeness as the siblings walk into the kitchen. From where you were sitting, you can hear muffled voices behind the kitchen wall. Yuki’s voice is low, tight. Miu’s is more animated, peppered with sarcasm .Then there you are again, waiting alone, wondering whether to stay or flee.

———

“You invited her here, didn’t you?” He hissed. “I told her about it, she showed up by herself.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. Miu pauses, analyzing her brother’s actions. “Do you not want her here?” “NO!” Yuki says quickly like before, you could hear it from outside the kitchen.

“I- I just wish you would’ve told me” He stammers, crossing his arms over his chest. “So I could… emotionally prepare.” Miu rolls her eyes. “Emotionally prepare? What, were you going to go on a spiritual retreat and write a script? You’re impossible.” Miu scoffs. “Shut up.” “Never.”

He looks down at the floor, then back up at her again. “It’s complicated, Miu” “It isn’t. We’ve been looking for a sous chef, she’s the one, Yuki!” She says as if she’s the one being inconvenienced. “But she’s not just another applicant, Miu,” Yuki tries to argue. *“You think I don’t know that?!” She fires back. “Believe me, I know. I had to deal with the both of you for eight years after ‘the incident’!” 

He flinches, his hands curling into fists, he knows she’s right. Miu finally sighs, putting a hand on his shoulder. “C’mon, she’s qualified. I’ve seen her in culinary school, I’ve tasted her food— she’s one of the best. And you’d be stupid if you didn’t hire her.” 

Yuki’s voice is tight when he finally speaks. “And what if I can’t be around her without screwing everything up? If we hire her… we can’t pretend nothing happened.” “That’s your problem. I’m done dealing with both of your emotional nonsense and brooding that can be fixed with one conversation.”

He turns around to think, staring at the porcelain crack he always looks at to think— not to feel. He needs to think of this professionally, not emotionally— lead with his brain, not his heart. He can’t make irrational choices just because you had shared history, you broke his heart! But then again, you were studying for your masters in culinary arts and had some sort of experience with accountancy… maybe that’ll be beneficial?

“Fine.” Yuki mutters. “I’ll start assessing her skills tomorrow. If they fit, she’s in.” Miu can finally sigh, a smile forming on her lips. “That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all week.” He glares at her. “But Miu, I swear to God if you start any of that soap opera trash she will be out the door. You got that?”

Miu rolls her eyes, but puts on a more serious expression, one of concern and care. “Yuki, don’t be cold to her for too long. You know she’s better now.”  She placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly before walking out of the kitchen.

———

You waited for approximately twenty minutes, but it felt like hours. You couldn’t stop fidgeting, with the hem of your shirt, tapping your shoes against the floor, opening and closing your airpods as if they were Pandora’s box. You could hear faint voices coming from the kitchen like shots firing in a war. Yuki’s voice—sharp, low, and breaking at the edges. Then Miu’s, calm yet impatient. You couldn’t hear the words, not clearly. Just enough to know that you were the subject.

You shouldn’t have come.

Just before you could stand, Miu calls your name. “You're in.” You blink. Did you hear that right? She chuckled, clearly reading your mind. “You start tomorrow. He’ll start assessing your skills for a week. Just come in at 8am sharp. Not one minute early or late.” You blink again.

Miu ushers you out as she explains more details, about the restaurant, what they’ll serve, and other things you take mental note of. Then just as the both of you are out of ear shot, she leans in closer. “Girl, you better not mess this up. This might be your chance to be friends with him again, maybe something more.” She winked, before sending you off your way.

You won’t be able to sleep tonight.

a/n: finally chap 2!! Sorry it took me a while, let's just say I procrastinated. And by procrastinate I mean doing my other 525,600 hobbies

Taglist: @tututudu

[captainamericasmotercycle]

Jake would also be a great fit for the prompt I just sent you, I copy-pasted the prompt from my notes app prompts list and forgot to change the name.

part of my 500 follower celebration!!!

Never Letting Go

pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

warnings: smut, MINORS DNI, 18+, angst, fluff, p in v sex, penetration sex, mentions of money, cowgirl/missionary, jake being in LOVE, me knowing nothing about the military

wc: 1.7k

a/n: ok i had so much fun writing this one so i hope you guys like it!!

prompt: you break up with Jake to try and make sure he doesn’t turn down the dagger squad’s permanent stationing in order to stay with you, and Jake is not having any of that and fucks you so well he shows you just how much he loves you and isn’t letting you go?

absolutely DO NOT steal my work and post it on other platforms. DO NOT feed my work to AI fuck that

You and Jake have been together for almost 2 years. You met in your hometown of Dallas, Texas; you worked in an office in Dallas’s CBD and Jake was stationed just outside of Dallas.

The two of you had run into each other at the grocery store, Jake was fairly new to the area, having grown up in Austin, and he looked a little lost, so feeling pity on him, you decided to help him out. After the long - but not grueling - shopping trip, Jake offered to take you out and of course you accepted.

Ever since then you’ve been attached at the hip. Until now.

Only months ago, Jake was called back to Top Gun for a dangerous, top secret mission. And since his team’s performance during the mission was so high, the squad was offered a permanent spot as a special operations team at Top Gun Academy.

When he told you the news you couldn’t help but be ecstatic for him because you know he’s worked so incredibly hard for this.

You dwelled on the pros and cons of moving to California when you realized that you were only holding Jake back, there was no way that he would go without you but you couldn’t just pick up your entire life and move out to San Diego. I mean you have a job and a life here! Not to mention how expensive Cali is! You just didn’t want him to stay because of you.

There was no way in Hell that you would get between him and his job, so you made the toughest decision, probably of your entire life. You have to break up with him.

You made sure everything was ready by the time he got back to your shared apartment. Dinner was made, the space was cleaned, the table was set, and your head was a mess.

He greeted you with the most loving smile as he walked in the door, which only made a pit form in your stomach. How are you supposed to end things with the person you love most in the world?

Halfway through dinner you decided to start, “Jake, about your job,”

“Yeah, isn’t it amazing, baby?”

“It is so amazing and I am so happy for you because you deserve this more than anyone,” you trailed off and he picked up on your tone.

“But you don’t think I should take the offer?”

“No! No, that’s not it. I think you should take the offer. But I also think we should break up,” you whispered the last part into an almost silent room.

Jake dropped his fork immediately and froze, “Excuse me?”

“I think we should break up. I’m holding you back Jake, I don’t want to get in between you and what you love most,”

“Baby, you are what I love most,”

“Jake, please just listen. I love you so much and you know I only want the absolute best for you. And I think this is the best option for you, for us.”

Jake stood abruptly and paced around the small living room. He didn’t say a word.

“Please say something,” you stood closely behind him.

“We’re not breaking up,”

“You have to take this job, it’s everything you’ve been working up to and I am not going to be the one to hold you back and—“ he cut you off sharply with a kiss and mumbled into your mouth.

“I would never leave you,” he nipped at your jawline and the higher parts of your neck.

This could not be happening right now. This was not how this night was supposed to go, but you couldn’t stop a slight moan escaping from your lips. If you were going to leave him, you felt like you deserved one more time with him.

You pushed him away to hold his face. You looked into his eyes, then found his lips, and kissed them roughly, “Please Jake, I need you, one last time,”

That’s all he needed to hear and he had you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He tossed you on the bed, practically ripping his shirt off, he hovered above you, taking your shirt and bra off next.

He sucked on your chest, leaving love bites on the very top of your breasts. “I’m going to fuck you stupid until you get this idea of you holding me back out of your head.”

He moved down to your shorts, pulling them off as quickly as possible, taking your underwear with them.

He kissed the insides of your thighs, making his was up to your core.

He removed his mouth and let two of his fingers press inside of you. He kissed up your stomach as he pumped his fingers deep inside of you and relished in the way you were almost incoherently moaning.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he held down your hips as he began to lightly suck on your clit. You couldn’t help but let out a pornographic moan.

You didn’t mean to feel the need to release so quickly but you couldn’t help it. You wanted every part of him and you didn’t want to leave him.

He quickened his pace causing you to scream out with pleasure. He pulled his fingers from you and sucked your juices off his hand.

He unbuckled his belt and yanked down his pants, pulling out his hard length. He teased your entrance with his cock, slapping the surface lightly. You were almost a whimpering mess underneath him.

He finally pushed into, both of you letting out a long noise of satisfaction. Jake murmured curses of pleasure under his breath and his thrusted into you.

He had you on your back, your legs on either side of him. He pulled your legs to wrap around his waist and thrusted into you harder.

Jake was now leaning completely over you, his hand on either sides of your breasts, him kissing down your neck, and his stupidly hot dog tags dangling over you as you practically screamed out for him.

He pulled back from your neck and started kissing down your chest again, loving the way your boobs moved as he fucked you into the mattress.

Your nails dig into his back as he starts thrusting at a faster pace.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good for me,” God he may as well just get you pregnant at this point.

You started to feel a build in your stomach, again. You could tell he was close too because his thrusts started to falter.

He began to pull out to cum, when you tugged him closer to you, keeping him inside. He looked at you with a hunger as you both reached your climax, crying out profanities.

He hung his head low until flipping you over until you were sitting on top of him. He pushed himself up the bed, propping himself up, you still on top.

Holding down your hips, a firm grip on them, you began to bounce up and down on his cock. He finally speaks for the first time, rebounding from the babbling mess you had made of him earlier.

“Baby, I’m not leaving you here,”

You wrapped you arms around his neck for a steadier ride. “Jake-“

“I don’t care, I will turn it down,”

“Absolutely not,” you began to bob faster as you got more flustered, “I want you to go, Jake,”

“I want you to go with me, I thought that was a given,”

“But my job, we can’t afford for only one of us to work,”

He moved his hands up and down your torso, grabbing and squeezing at your tits.

“Yes we can, I have a trust fund, I’ll make sure you never work another day in you entire life. I’ll make you my wife so you can live on base. Or we don’t have to live on base, I’ll buy us a mansion and whatever you want in it.”

There was nothing hotter than seeing the man you love offer to take care of you for the rest of your lives. You want to be with him so bad.

You want every part of him. His highs, his lows, his good days, his awful days, you want it all and everything in between.

Hearing him coax you down from the ledge only made you want him more. Pushing you over the edge of another orgasm. He took you lips with his as you finished for the third time, him for the second.

You pulled away off of him and curled up by his side, resting your head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around your body and kissed your forehead gently, “I promise I’ll take care of you, baby. Don’t worry about any of this,”

“I want to go with you, Jake, if you’ll have me,”

“I want you more than anything on this entire planet, and don’t you doubt it for a second that I would never leave you,”

You pressed a chaste kiss to his jawline, whispering close to him, “I love you, Jake.”

He looked down at you with gentlest expression you’ve ever seen and kissed you again, “I love you and I’m never letting you go.”

It was time to start a new chapter with the love of your life, (and Jake was right, he did fuck you stupid until you dropped the idea of you burdening him and holding him back).

[tape-dragon]

my partner and i went to the beach last sunday. (i was going to post earlier but i forgot) anyway i had been wanting to go for like a year but he's been busy with work and i'm used to being more or less a terminally online cave goblin so this was kind of a big deal for me

it was a bit of a drive but not difficult. had p-model on the brain (as if i never have p-model on the brain) so i played scuba lol it was nice

a bit personal but. there was a time not too long ago when i didn't think i would feel the will to do anything ever again. a lot has changed since then, i don't think i'll ever feel truly "okay" but ever since i changed my name and started calling myself a guy i've felt a kind of freedom that i haven't felt in a long time. passing is nearly impossible for me but i'm trying to not give a shit about that because i'm doing this for me and not others

idk if this is a pride month thing or whatever because this will be my first summer as a trans person. but anyway um. if you are struggling rn. it will get better i promise. even if it seems like everything is stacked against you. even if it will never be "okay". life is cool sometimes (and it could be cooler if you are transgender. maybe. at least consider it)

beach photos below the cut

this big ass rock and the surrounding rocks are technically a nature preserve so there were volunteers around telling people not to step on them but you can still take pictures of the tide pools and they were telling some kids there about the kinds of life in there

also it was REALLY windy but it's always windy on the coast here lol

find the fish ^

also i saw a fuckin sea snail and it made my whole week, they were moving very fast. it was slightly more green irl

my legs hurt from squatting so much afterwards but i would do it again lol

if you made it this far you are cool and i like you

[moonshynecybin]

Oh my GODDDD Casey is the FUNNIEST choice to see these clowns in action “Um, so what convinced you that he wasn’t evil?” made me fr cackle. Marc putting 9000 miles between him and VALENTINO ROSSI’S LONG FINGERS MY GODDDDDD!!!!!! Vale attracted to the sound of screeching rubber!!!!! As always your characterisation and character voice phenomenal

Marc agonising about his 20 year old self as “that idiot”, his shrill laugh, his weird and obvious departure! Like these guys were NOT socialised in a regular space like ofc he didn’t think about being gay growing up with financial pressure on him to perform in such a masculinised sport BUT it’s not too late Marc there’s still time to be entranced by *checks notes* a 45 year old’s cowboy impression, active listening face and private jet. 

Which. Surely vale is cognisant of SOME of this?? Surely he’s not fully thinking Marc is a just a very good friend? I mean maybe he is - the level of vale’s self delusion continues to astound- but it does feel like he’s sort of putting the moves on Marc? Anyways VERY funny thank u for the laugh and the schadenfreude I’m feeling over Marc’s crisis

THANK YOU!!!!! i was perusing my notesapp bc i was p sure i had a bit of the story ironed out from later and i forgot. that i actually had already written like most of a chapter several months ago. so in addition to the little bit i just posted (which i only posted about a third of THAT section) i have another like 1.5k that will probably make it on here at some point or maybe eventually to ao3.... so im gonna keep my vale thoughts relatively close to my chest and just say i hope we find out !!!!!!!

[ourdemons]

Wowie it's been a hot minute So I drew these a LONG while ago but these are Grimmers parents (First [Kuritanta] and second [Vivianna]) and Israels dad (The last one [Oliver]) If you have any questions about lore and stuff I'm open to them :> I'll just say right now that the villain to my little story is Pixel Here's a little bit of info (I do talk about abuse and death just a little warning):

My original plan for Grimmers dad, His name is Kuritanta which means death in some language that I forgot :D, anyway my og plan was for Grims dad to be evil. Basically on the side of Pixel but I changed Kuri to be more caring but distant because of his own experiences with his own father and even mother. Kuri was treated with toxic masculinity and was kept away from the lower class or any contact with other demons. He was not a cold hearted kid. Kuri was curious and really smart having to teach himself to read and write. To keep him away from others walls were built up in the garden (Back yard) and in the front yard to, again, keep him away from the lower class or any other communication with others. Soon this will be broken when Kuri, in his late teens, will be able to finally go to school. There he learns other magic that will add on to his abilities that a grim reaper is normally born with. A small while there he soon becomes friends with Vivianna and Oliver. Both Vivi and Oliver are lower middle class. As he is there he learns how Angels are seen as the evil ones when in his books say the opposite. Along with this he also learns about how Vivi and Oliver live. Kuri sees their poor living styles and doesn't think its fair how they are treated. This starts his determination to want to fix things. Soon Kuri develops feelings for Vivi and starts to date her. Once his parents find out they get angry and his father tries to hurt Vivi. Kuri quickly gets in the way to protect her and gets his little shield symbol on his forehead (I'll talk about this later in a different post) Okie I'll talk about Oliver now: I don't have much on him because I just didn't think of him much :P So Oliver and Kuri are bffs. Once Kuri's parents die and he becomes the leader Oliver gets put in a better house along with other demons who were labeled lower class/ lower middle class. In school Oliver decides to learn about healing magic and becomes a doctor. He does have a reason he became a doctor. Like Kuri, Oliver falls in love and gets married when he's an adult but soon after his son, Israel, is born the mom starts to get ill and weak. It was found out that this sickness that was developing in her could not be fixed with the demons healing magic. This made Oliver work hard to try to find some way to cure his lover or even allow her to live a little longer but his trials are unsuccessful and she soon dies, not making even 3 months after the birth of Israel. Oliver is broken and being a single father with his new born son. When seeing Israel this reminds Oliver that he has to be strong for him and inside Oliver's mind he still has a piece of his partner that was gifted to him.

If you read through this you are a god and I hope you enjoyed :> Again if you have any questions I'm open to answering :D

[astralartefact]

Placeholder Name for Atarase's Media Diary

Extra Entry 00a - Final Fantasy 14 Endwalker 6.X Patch Series

Synopsis

The Gang Solves a Demon Crusade

The Gang Learns of the Messiest Divorce in the Multiverse

The Gang Ruins their Academic Reputation by Absolutely Botching the Only Interview Humanity Will Ever Have With Their Gods (Gone Wrong) (Gone Blasphemous)

The Gang Does Side Quests at the Other End of the Universe

i wrote this ages ago before dawntrail came out and forgot to post it but i still agree with what i wrote so have fun experiencing some hindsight <3

How much did I know before playing?

I'm playing this game since the end of Heavensward.

Did I like it more than I expected?

As seemingly one of 5 people with healthy expectations in this community I actually did.

Except for---

Since I liked it, here's what I hated about it

Eulogia. Fuck Eulogia. Way to ruin, like, everything.

Who wrote this. I just have some questions. I want to know if you ever once thought, like at all. For your own sake, dear writer responsible for this shlock, I hope YoshiP never reveals your name to the public for you already have a spiritual nemesis that will badmouth you to his absolutely non-sizeable internet audience.

Also, I guess searching for a Pictomancer glam in preparation for Dawntrail also has made me once again aware that the designs for magic armor in this game suck ass, you know I enjoy the subdued but still magical vibe of the art design but to be quite honest I thoroughly dislike most of the armor aesthetic. How are you guys, especially male characters, maining magic jobs with only like 3 glams that aren't long, ugly and/or feminine robes, I knew it was a meme but it's really that bad.

The worst part really is that there's several dozen good outfits where you can literally see the line where the top should have ended - only for them to still extend the cape all the way to the ground for no good reason making the entire piece look like shit. pls yoshi p just loosen the glam restrictions so you just have to have the class unlocked at that level to glam it onto every other class q_q that would take a minimal amount of effort and it would solve world hunger i swear it would q_q

What did this game make me think about?

The place of Redemption, Accountability and Forgiveness in our current age and its relation to our relationship to Religion.

And just so you're aware it's not the fucking God Exodus Story Line that made me think about any of that, no, that shitty story line has not thought a singular second about any of those points.

Specific Impressions that will stick with me

As much as I hate the story of Myths of the Realm the presentation slaps as always, the raids are gorgeous and Soken does what Soken do. (I'm value neutral on the Raid's difficulty or whatever the community decides to care about these days)

The Left Ending of Sil'dih with the tea table surrounded by flowers (i think it's the left one?) that place is so fckin pretty q_q and i love nanamooo

Outstanding Audio

Basically all of Myths of the Realm except for the Final Boss theme which I hate on principle because Fuck Eulogia

hurts bc dawn of a new era is was my favorite ff14 theme q_q

Troian Beauty in D Minor i don't think it's d minor

Favorite Character

KRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILE does she count she's barely in it

Nophica with a Gun (the Nophica that wasn't ruined by Myths of a Realm)

Paper Menphina

My Hrothgar Barbariccia OC I wrote to be my wol's shard of the void

And I did like Zero!

Favorite Arc/Story Line

I liked the Void Arc, I know People are big mad about it but I think it's fine! I only think it should have been optional, basically exactly like Stormblood's Four Lords, a Trial Series with a few Dungeons in between - then it wouldn't have had the burden of leading right into Dawntrail (a contrast so stark they couldn't even have tried to smoothen the transition) and people wouldn't have expected Zero to stay immediately relevant too.

Also some of the minor-ish quest lines were cute :)

Favorite Set Piece

I love Lymllaen's arena, it's kind of simple but so effective.

The final trash mobs in Thaleia :)))

Really cool Area with interesting mob design :)))))

A glimpse of what could have been :)))))))))) HOW IS THE FINAL TRASH MOB AREA PRETTIER THAN THE FINAL BOSS ROOM

Favorite Scene

Zero giving Golbez the chance to repent.

Best Performance (I played with JP voices)

AEGISU OBU HARUONE!!!!!!!!!

every single one of the gods was great, but not all of them, if you catch my drift (get it, fuck eulogia)

German Localization Notes

If you know me you know that I think the German FFXIV Localization is better than the English one and it still is and it will continue to be. I gladly pass on meme-y item descriptions if it means that I can expect the translation to not just write whatever it feels like at any given moment. (also, as I have expressed before I can't stand english olden speech writing, thank god the german tl doesn't do all that)

--- ENTERING THE PRETENTIOUS SECTION OF THIS ENTRY ---

What about this game gives me Hope for the future of gaming?

I have nothing really to say, I'm just so excited for Pictomancer you guys, every time I think about it I'm flushed with immense joy. I didn't think they would do it, but it's real. It's actually happening.

I guess what gives me Hope about that is that Yoshi P didn't get too lost in FF16's Fantasy Realism, because drab fantasy aesthetics is truly the worst outcome of lore culture.

What about this game makes me scared for the future of gaming?

You see, there is this thing that has happened since the common consciousness has deemed that Shadowbringers is indeed that good and it's that people kind of immediately turned around to say, that actually, FF14 - WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE BAD BAD STORMBLOOD WHICH IS BAD!!!! - has always been good.

After all Heavensward had that one quest line we all liked, remember, and the one dude died and we all really cared about him, right right right???

And while you are allowed to picture me dismissively pointing at your copy of Heavensward while I'm saying this I don't actually have that big of a take over Heavensward, mainly because I'm not particularly interested in reexamining it since I'm still not over how wildly that writer fumbled FF16's entire narrative point for 'emotional storytelling' or whatever that ending was about, the only thing I will say is that People always bring up the death as this big meaningful thing that's so impactful and how dare you not care about it as if Heavensward hasn't had two other pretty essential characters die for absolutely no good reason apart from conveniently getting rid of a character that would be a hassle to keep up with or setting up character development for another.

Anyways, the problem I actually have was that middle bit, the text in bold where people feel this insistent need to point out that they do indeed know that Stormblood's story is "bad."

But we all know that. It's one of those opinions everyone already shares with each other, because it's pretty obvious. Literally everyone, even and especially the ones who still like it, know that the story leaves at least a little bit to be desired - because different from what certain people online try to make you believe most people are indeed critical of the things they like. A lot of people just don't feel like loudly critizising every little thing they have a problem with, especially when overall they're still enjoying themselves. Some people call it being fun at a party. And if you're constantly nagging, you're not fun at a party - it's not a safe space full of snowflakes, you're just a complainer and that's why nobody wants to talk to you.

It's not that insightful to see that Stormblood didn't quite do it. If you were alone with him in a room even Yoshi-P would admit that Stormblood 'wasn't optimal' or whatever he would say, he's not that stupid, he's just professional enough not to throw his writers under the bus just to bad mouth his own product. And yet there's this certain subset of people that really really needs you to know that the expansion where they cried because that one guy they shipped their oc with died is really really good and yet the other one that's split in half for no reason is really really bad - as if it's something that's needed to be said. As if it's Insightful Commentary we all needed to hear.

I will make this sound more dramatic than I think it really is, but I think the critical reception of Shadowbringers has emboldened the FFXIV community to take their personal (emotional) reaction to a piece of media as proof that a thing is good. I think some link between "I liked it" and "It is good" has been strengthened in some people's minds and some of those people have started to use that for bad by using it as a weapon upgrade in the usual endless complaining about things everyone agrees is bad.

Basically, This thing is Bad has become This thing is Bad, unlike the thing which is clearly Good because I liked it (and look, everyone agrees with me)

Except of course you can like bad things. The Game Awards nominated FF16 for Best Narrative.

And that just makes for repeated situations where people will say shit like "but it's so good because it's bittersweet" about Myths of the Realm - which, great, happy you had an emotional response to all of that - but that's also kind of the bare minimum you should achieve when you decide to kill off characters that are so important to the setting you choose a diety for your character before you choose a name. The Twelve Leaving being sad is Basic Empathy, to me that's not some kind of writing success.

Sadly whoever mangled this sad excuse for a storyline also decided to make sure the exodus of the Twelve somehow left less impact on the game world than fucking YoRHa:Dark Apocalypse and there you people keep complaining about it despite it being a cross-over storyline where something like that shouldn't be expected.

What I want to make clear by pointing this out is that the problem with that isn't that people like something that's bad actually - you can like Myths of the Realm, it's fine - and it's not even something more profound sounding like 'people become "too attached" to a piece of media to the point of being personally insulted when it's critizised.'

Because to that point I say a) of course people feel weird when a thing they like is being bad mouthed that's just a normal human reaction (you know, one of the things art is about, you generally create something to be reacted to) and I don't like how that continually crops up as a rebuttal to people becoming "defensive" over "something meaningless" (nice way to refer to art btw) as if growing attached to a piece of art is something to be ashamed of - and also b): people on the internet overstate the value and necessity of public critique. (not saying it's not important but some people seem to think only their critique alone is the sole way a creator can grow which... i regret to inform you that unsolicited advice is rarely as helpful as you would like it to be, even if it is "correct".)

I think the problem is that these 'criticisms' don't come out of a genuine "empathy" for the thing they like - unlike some people seem to have convinced themselves - because if that was the case maybe we would actually get not necessarily a productive discussion - none of us is working on this game after all (and honestly it's okay to stop pretending that somebody who does listens) - but it would be a more interesting one for sure. I can't tell you what to like (as much as I would love to), but I can encourage you to have more meaningful introspections into what you love than to blindly accept those tired talking points everyone is repeating at nauseam.

And with more meaningful I don't actually mean 'deep' it just means being honest to yourself and your feelings, even and especially if it is something completely mundane.

Because I think a lot of this is the opposite - this is people parroting common points about the thing that is popular to be part of the in-group with as little personal stake as possible - and by punching down on the out-group you can strengthen your place in the crowd, your social capital. It's bullying masquerading as 'valid criticisms', or maybe even Nerd Populism. if only we had an alliance raid series about that.

The Ramble Section where I get to actually talk about what I thought about

I would love nothing more than to 'valid criticism' all over Myths of the Realm - but that would take 15 pages of a Google Doc and I think down here is really not the place.

It's just sad to see the Twelve, Aglaia, Euphrosyne and 3/4ths of Thaleia be absolutely wasted for a shitty resolution that spits in the face not only of our beloved made-up history facts known as Lore but also the entire premise of ARR to Stormblood. But hey, at least it's bittersweet am i right

Anyways, let's Ramble about Ancient Greek Pronounciation.

I haven't had Ancient Greek in School (I could have, but Latin was already old and boring enough for me, thanks) so I had to scrape together how to pronounce Euphrosyne just so I can be annoying about it and as much as I want to say Oi-pro-sü-neh (I think English Speakers don't have the german ü sound, it's basically the same as in the french word rue) because it's much easier to pronounce, Ancient Greek makes a difference between Eu and Oi and I fail to understand how the Eu sounds no matter how many times I listen to it.

By which I mean, you can pretend it's You-froze-a-knee as much as you want, it's wrong and you sound foolish.