#complains if I want them I should build them myself but he sits there after work to make them with me or make them while I watch

[kingkatsuki]

There’s literally something so sexy about a big, beefy man sitting down to build Lego flowers for you.

[smutrotsmybraincells]

Caught [Eddie Diaz x reader NSFW]

It was your day off today, but you still decided to show up at the station, wanting to spend some time with your friends as they all had a shift today. When you walked in, you could hear the voices coming from upstairs, they were probably all eating something Bobby cooked. You walked past one of the fire engines not noticing your boyfriend who was putting some stuff in the back of one of them. You made it up two stairs before Eddie's strong arms gripped your waist and pulled you towards him. 

"Wha- Eddie!" You let out, turning your head to look at him. You smacked his arm playfully. 

"Hey," he grinned, letting you turn around in his arms. His eyes roamed your body, noticing the tank top and skirt you had on. He raised an eyebrow at you, because you usually never wore skirts, always complaining that they're stupid and one blow of wind away from you flashing everyone. 

"What's up with the skirt?" He asked, finally hugging you. You giggled into his shoulder.

"Ah, nothing," You mumbled, hiding your face in his neck. He hummed, his hands moving from your back down to your ass. You felt the exact second he realized you had no underwear under your skirt. 

"Y/N," he groaned, hiding his face in your hair. You looked into his eyes, grinning mischievously. 

"Ed-" his lips were on yours before you could say his name. He lifted you off the ground and carried you towards the fire engine, opening the door but not climbing in. He put you down, sat on the stairs of the engine, and looked at you expectantly. When you tried to sit on his lap he moved one of his legs and pulled you down, so you were now on his thigh. You let out a surprised sound that turned into a quiet moan when he adjusted his thigh. The fabric of his pants was rough against your center, making you move your hips trying to get some friction without realizing. 

"Eddie, someone could see us," you said, your voice shaking with want. 

"Let them." He grabbed your hips, helping you grind on his thigh slowly. You leaned forward, kissing him to keep yourself from letting out loud moans. Eddie kissed you back, knowing this was the only way to keep you quiet. 

"I-" you moaned louder than before, feeling the heat inside of you growing. Eddie smirked and reached down to lift your skirt so he could see your wet pussy grinding on his pants, leaving a dark wet spot that kept only getting bigger on his pants. 

"C'mon baby, cum for me," he mumbled, his eyes not leaving the spot where you met his thigh. You bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming his name, your head falling back. You opened your eyes for a second, almost falling off of Eddie, but his grip on the side of your waist kept you steady. 

"Eds-" you whined, which turned his attention from your pussy to where you were looking. And there, leaning against the railing looking down at you stood Buck. 

"Cum for me Y/N," Eddie said, keeping his eyes on his best friend. You groaned and whined as you finally came all over his pants, soaking them in even more of your juices. Your whole body was shaking as you came down from the high. You could still feel Buck's eyes on you as Eddie slowly lifted you to your feet. 

"We got caught," you mumbled. Eddie grinned. 

"Yes we did baby," he helped you to get to your car, as he knew you wouldn't want to go up to the rest of the team after this. Just as you sat down in your car the alarm rang through the firehouse, making Eddie curse. 

"Go, I'll sit here until I'm capable of driving," you said pushing him away from you when you saw him deciding if he should stay here with you or actually go out to the call with the others. He rolled his eyes but turned around and ran into the building, grabbing his stuff and quickly getting into the fire engine with the others. 

What you didn't see were the questioning looks he got inside the engine as Hen and Chim spotted the wet spot on his thigh. 

"I, uh, I spilled a drink on myself, didn't have time to change before the alarm," he said. Hen laughed at him, Chim rolled his eyes mumbling something under his breath. He didn't see Bobby's reaction as he couldn't see him from where he was sitting. What he did see though, was Buck's smirk as he looked from the wet spot on his thigh to his eyes. 

"A drink, huh?"

[nishloves]

golden; kwon soonyoung

kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x f!reader

warning : smut (18+), pet names, slight bondation, fingering, praise, degradation, masturbation just pure smut with many things.

genre : smut / fluff / established relationship / smut with small buildup

words : 2.6k (approx.) the website said that—

synopsis : your boyfriend is awfully handsome, you know that, everyone knows that so how are you expected to not want to fuck him every single day, when he looks so homely and husband like in his fendi shorts and black hoodie? { intentional lowercase }

unedited

tag : @kflixnet , @dearharshii , @feat-sun

you chuckled as soonyoung's sister reminded him about that embarrassing thing he did years ago only for him to rebuke with an equally embarrassing moment of her, as they wore their shoes to go for a walk, their parents already a step ahead of them.

"you sure you don't wanna come with us?" soonyoung asked as he looked back at you, his eyes soft, "i can stay back with you if you want."

"trying to make yourself less terrible of a boyfriend?" his sister laughed as soonyoung hit her arm lightly, she got up and went out of the house, giving you both a little private time to talk.

"i'm sure soonie, you got a break after so long, you should spend more time with your family."

"but what if you feel lonely?" he asked, his lips in a pout as you nearly cooed at your boyfriend's cuteness.

"i won't, i do have a phone to entertain myself, plus i am really tired after that meeting, i would feel good after a rest," you smiled, leaning forward to kiss your boyfriend a good bye as he grinned, but his eyes lingered on your mobile a little longer,

"yeah, you do have a piece of entertainment," he muttered and you didn't quite catch the meaning but he had already stood up and jogged towards his family.

you merely shrugged as you stepped back in the house, making a beeline towards your boyfriend's room. soonyoung's room was quite spacious and his closet was huge, instead of fiddling with your phone you opted to rummage through his closet, in hopes of finding hoodies and shirts you could steal from him.

brand deals or not, soonyoung had an immaculate fashion sense, you just couldn't help it, his clothes smelled of him and you looked so cute in them that you would take his clothes, he didn't mind it, he would never mind it, because he was the one who tossed his own clothes to you when you complained you had nothing to wear, saying, you look quite ravishing in his shirts and more often than not, it did lead to somewhere else.

you found one of his white hoodies which looked so cute on you that you couldn't help but want to take a picture of it,

as soon as you opened your camera your eyes found a new picture sitting in your camera roll.

your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as you looked at soonyoung's picture, which he apparently took in his room before going out, his sweater was raised till his mid-riff, his abs beaded with sweat, his veins more prominent because of his golden bed light, and his fendi shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, you could see every vein which travelled to his dick.

you sucked in a breath, you had noticed how handsome and hot he had looked in his fairly casual wear, but this picture was something else, this picture elicited a very strange response from you, but you were in his family house! how could you ask your boyfriend to fuck you?

but they were currently on a walk right? no one would know if you took care of your problem right now? in soonyoung's room?

you got out of your shorts hastily, still wearing your panties as you imagined every time soonyoung had his digits inside you, playing with your clit, stretching your folds out as his fat fingers would pump you slowly, before giving you what you wanted, he would build up tension, he would slide his fingers on your clothed pussy, gathering more and more slick before he would discard your underwear giving you the real pleasure.

you moaned at the recollections as you tried to replicate what soonyoung does to you, how he would rile you up before fucking you, how he would stretch you out before giving you his cock.

how he would whisper filthy things in your ears as his hand would be buried knuckles deep in you.

"soonyoung~" you whimpered as your touched yourself from your panties, the clot bunching up in your slit as you hissed from the sensation, too deep in your desire and imagination to register that soonyoung had texted you, quite a lot of times, in the past ten minutes.

your fingers patted your slit as you imagined soonyoung's hand palming you, your other hand went towards your breast as you groped yourself from the hoodie.

just as you were going to discard off your panties, the door to soonyoung's room shot open, your boyfriend standing on the door frame as his pupils dilated and his mouth hung open after seeing your condition.

"soonie? what are you doing here?" you whimpered, your body starved of touch as soonyoung stepped inside, locking his door he typed out a message on his phone before diverting all his attention on you.

"i texted you, you didn't reply so i was worried and came back sooner," he whispered as he pranced towards you, his picture was still on a display on your phone and you looked so messy, so needy, so fucked, soonyoung groaned, watching you.

"i- i am sorry," you whispered, your cheeks red because of the way your boyfriend was eyeing you.

"why did you stop?"

"wh-what?"

"continue baby, give me a show," soonyoung said as he pulled out a chair from his desk, sitting in front of you, "if i knew how touched starved you were, how needy you were, i would have never left your side."

"continue."

"with- with you watching?" you whispered out, you and soonyoung had a lot of great sex before but, nothing like this— not ever like this.

"you're touching yourself in my hoodie, you're bold, aren't you? if you're so needy then proceed, give your boyfriend a show," he growled, his voice deeper than before as he leaned towards you, his face inches away from yours.

with a shakey breath, you hunched up soonyoung's hoodie trying to remove it before he stopped you, "don't even think about that, love, you will get off on your fingers in my hoodie and I will fuck you in my hoodie."

you gasped, more turned on by his words, your juices making your panties dampen even more as some spilled towards your inner thigh, you touched your clothed clit.

"so wet, soonie~" you moaned, trying to keep your voice to minimal.

"aren't you, sweetheart?"

"all for you, soonie~" you whispered as you buried your panties deeper into your slit, you knew soonyoung would lose composure soon, you could feel it.

"hoshi- ah," you moaned out as soonyoung growled, he pushed you on the bed, pouncing on you and capturing your lips in a needy kiss, he pulled your hand away from your slit, capturing it on top of your head as your other hand laid innocently on his shoulder, he grinded on your pussy as you moaned and he took that as a chance to insert his tongue in your mouth, exploring you, as his teeth nibbled on your lower lips as tears welled up in your eyes, you were so hot, so starved, so needy.

soonyoung kissed your cheek before trapping your other arm above your head, he hiked up his hoodie, trailing kisses on your clavicle to the valley of your breast. his other hand groped your clothed breast as his teeth pulled down the fabric of your other breast, his tongue swirling around your areola as lips situated themselves on your nipples, lightly sucking on you, biting you.

"soonyoung~" you whimpered rolling your hips up, "want you so bad."

"patience baby," soonyoung chuckled, pushing your hips down as his hand travelled to your damped panties, pushing the fabric aside he inserted a finger in you.

"my baby did all of the work early, hmm? gathered her arousal so it's easier for her boyfie to fuck her dumb," he whispered in your ears as he inserted another finger in you.

"who are you so needy for darling?" he asked as pumped you, you were a moaning mess under him, unable to conjure up a sentence when all you could chant was a string of your boyfriend's name.

"tell me baby, use your pretty mouth, who are you so needy for?"

"you, soonyoung, you— so needy, so hot— ah, all for you," you choked out, gone to the pleasure.

"good girl," soonyoung muttered as he replaced his fingers with his tongue as your moans got higher, his tongue swirled in your inside, as his other hand played with your bundle of nerves, you were so close, so very close.

"gonna cum, hoshi~" you said, rolling your hips to the rhythm of his tongue, he was so good, you could never pleasure yourself in a way soonyoung did.

"cum princess, let your king taste you," soonyoung spoke as you came, spilling all your juices as you whimpered and writhed in slight ache of your release. sweat beaded your face as your mouth hung open, your eyes rolled back to your head as soonyoung grinned at you, picking you up and seating you on his lap, he said, "grind on me baby."

it was so unfair, he was fully clothed and you were practically naked, only wearing soonyoung's hoodie which was hunched above your breasts.

"you're not fair soonie, take off your clothes," you whined as your hands travelled to his hoodie, pulling it up as soonyoung stopped you.

"do what as I say, princess, you don't want to be begging for release all night do you?" his tone was harsh as you gulped, you obeyed, knowing full well soonyoung was capable of being that cruel, just because he was soft to you, didn't mean he didn't have any edge.

you rolled your hips on him, you pussy sore because of your release earlier, but in no time you were close to your second.

"you're so filthy baby, can't keep your hands off me even for a day," soonyoung whispered in your ears, his tone full of adoration as he fished out his phone from his shorts,

elder kwon

- noona, y/n and i are having a movie marathon, don't disturb us.

you were so near, so near your edge, you were already near your second orgasm for the day and knowing soonyoung, you were in for so many more.

"i'm close soonie~" you whispered in his ear as you bit his earlobe, too drunk in your pleasure.

"cum princess, cum on the shorts of your boyfriend, show me how much you need me~" he cooed as you had your second release of the day, your body tired as you panted on his shoulder. he held you close to him as you came, stroking your back and head and saying how much of a good girl you are for him.

suddenly you heard the main door click as panic bubbled in your chest, soonyoung lightly kissed your forehead as he laid you down on his bed, he got up and turned on his tv, switching to any random series as he double checked if his door was locked.

"soonyoung~ i am so tired," you mumbled, your voice hazy to even yourself as your body writhed from the overstimulation.

soonyoung removed his hoodie in a swift motion, his abs now on full display as you felt yourself turned on again, you couldn't help it! your boyfriend was really hot.

"come on princess, you can do a couple more, can't you?" he whispered, his tone so soft that your heart almost melted, he got out of his shorts and underwear which were stained with your cum as you gulped.

there would never be a day when you weren't in awe of his dick.

"come on princess," soonyoung came towards you as he stroked your slit with his cock, you moaned out of anticipation, rolling your body forward you yearned for any friction, "knew you could do it," he groaned as his cock caressed your folds, slowly he entered inside you, his cock stretching you out, gasping as your folds clenched around him, you were still so tight, so hot.

"you take me so well baby," soonyoung whispered as his kissed you lips, he gave you sometime to adjust to him, you could feel his cock twitching, soon he started moving, his pace fast from the get go.

"so tight baby, so filthy— ah, wanting to fuck me in my parents' house, you're a bad girl aren't you?" he growled in your ears as his words turned you on even more, tears escaping your eyes due to overstimulation as you moaned along with your boyfriend, your pussy still aching from your past releases as soonyoung filled you up even more, you were losing your mind, you could feel his dick hitting all the spots. soonyoung's hand groped your breasts as he attached his lips to one of your breast, providing you more and more stimulation.

your eyes rolled back, you could see stars.

"ya dumb yet baby?" soonyoung growled as he could see the outline of his cock in your abdomen, his heart swelling.

"you feel it?" he asked, his hand touching your abdomen as he thrusted in you. "you feel my cock stretching you?"

"so big— so tired, so full, soonie~" you moaned, rolling your hips along with him.

you couldn't form sentences at all, silly words dripping from your lips as you chanted your boyfriend's name, too on edge.

"who do you belong to princess? whose cock do you beg for everyday?" hoshi inserted his thumb in your mouth as you sucked on it, trying to keep your voice down.

"yours, oh god, yours hoshi— yours— ah" you whimpered as you came, your voice heavy as you nearly screamed.

soonyoung got even wilder if he could as he fucked you through your high, approaching his own high as pulled out from you, pumping himself he came on your breasts, his cum coating your body as now both of his clothes were ruined— his hoodie and his shorts.

he sighed as you looked at you, your pretty tear stricken face contorted in pleasure as you whimpered and writhed with over stimulation.

soonyoung lightly caressed your face as he kissed you all over, a grin on his face as hugged you closer to him.

"so tired, soonie, so full, yours~"

"come on baby, i will wash you up, alright? you're my baby" he whispered as he kissed the side of face, his eyes soft— only for you.

... continuation of the ask i sent to alicia T_T

[haitanology]

big-shot ; hanma x fem!reader

warning: smut (mdni) ! oral (f receiving), face-sitting, degradation, sub!hanma, meandom!reader …

!!! note: this is a chapter of a wayyy bigger fic, with very heavy plot and lots of other characters as love interests. you can find it on wattpad under HAITANITE or ao3 as haitanology

Flickering lights and loud music, getting lost between many bodies swaying to the rhythm —invasive, breaking skin into light sweat.

A perfect formula for the remedy to a chilly summer night.

2017's been treating you well. You are successful, you can buy anything you want and have people answer to you in seconds.

Just like always. A fact meant to be.

Call it destiny, if you will.

Chugging down the rest of your drink, you leave it somewhere you won't remember and make your way to the dancing mass.

Your eyes dart around the room, flicking between different colored shapes that jump and blend in with the dark based club.

You don't spot one that stands out. Tall, a brooding presence who shakes you up by a mere appearance.

Your body begins to follow the flow of the beat, the song wrapping around you as your tongue recalls the lyrics. The words are lost among many, yet your hips keep syncing to the music, closing your eyes and leaving the rest to your heart.

"Your friend's looking for you outside." Somebody whispers behind you, breaking the symphony for he stops you from enjoying yourself.

Not taking a single glance around, leaving the male voice to his own doings, you become one with the crowd as you look for the exit.

Unnoticed, you leave the club.

You've never been there, ever.

A lone car rests outside, parked and tinted dark. You make your way with steady feet, opening the passenger's door and closing it just as quick. The car starts up, carrying the thud and the clicking of your seatbelt along with it.

"You know I can't be seen in public." Hanma's deep voice, playfulness lost with the years, comments.

From the corner of your eye, you watch as he drives with one hand, staring straight ahead. You rest your elbow on the side, supporting your head with your hand; you take a deep breath.

"I know." Your eyes dart to the view from the window, Tokyo's nightlife carried by its luminosity. "I also don't care."

Disinterest follows tiredness, just as silence follows death.

"I don't get why you wanted to meet up," He speaks up against the emptiness you've left. His next words are all over eachother, most unrecognizable. "not that I'm complaining."

Punishment follows sin, the same way sin follows punishment.

He sighs when he doesn't receive an answer. His fingers hold tightens around the steering wheel, the same way his free hand does over your leg.

Sex follows passion, much like passion follows desire.

"Y'know," The strained chuckle he heaves punctures through his chest. "I enjoy myself when I'm with you, I have fun, but it's different."

But does love always follow desire? The same way desire always follows love.

"Different, how?" You follow up, words longer than they should be. Hanma doesn't care, almost grinning at the sound of your voice.

Though, it's only a small smile.

Many things follow love, but love doesn't necessarily have to follow anything. Instead, emptiness fills in for the role; following after them.

Ironically.

"Different than Kisaki."

You grimace, lips twitching at the thought.

"Good," Tapping your chin with a single finger, you blink once. "glad to not compare to that weird ass specimen."

The car stops in front of one of the many business buildings in Tokyo. It stands high with might, most lights turned off due to the recent hours.

Hanma's hand crawls up to your nape, staying there. He turns his head to yours, violet eyes sizing you up before he closes them.

"I don't like when you talk about him like that." He gulps, violet now overshadowed by the darkness of his pupil. "But I'll let it go, just for tonight."

Love follows people, but love doesn't follow you.

Interest does.

Is this why you find yourself in Hanma's spacious apartment, lost in the contact of his lips against yours —tongue following a pattern with his own— as you bask in the slight roughness that comes with his kisses?

Yes, indeed.

In the best way he can, Hanma attempts to lead you to his bedroom between guttered groans that leave his throat everytime your lips move down to his neck.

He heaves a sigh, arm sliding across your waist and bringing you closer to his chest. Your ear presses against his heart, hearing the rapid bumping grow exponentially, in the same way his erection begins to poke your thigh.

Straying your eyes away from his body, they widen at an ajar door that hides an office inside. The light in them glows, your smirk stretching across your face before you are pulled inside Hanma's bedroom.

The cold contact of Hanma's fingers ghosting over your back, break your trance. They grasp your nape, tugging your face closer to his own, his breath caressing your parted lips.

Eyes set on his lips, you tilt your head, ready to taste them again. When Hanma leans in, closing his eyes at the touch of his nose with yours, his breath is cut short.

He gulps, finding himself laying on his bed with you on his lap. Both of your hands rest on his chest, one moving to grip his chin and bring it closer to you.

"I don't care how much power you have over Kisaki's lackeys." You mutter, turning his face around so you do so close to his ear. Your eyes narrow, fingers closing on his face. "You aren't gonna tell me what to do."

Your hand feels the vibration through his chest as Hanma chuckles. Passing one hand through his hair, observing the painted 'Sin' afterwards, his lips form a close smile.

Voice deep as ever, you stay still once you see the gentle smile that carves Hanma's expression. He calls you over, both his index and middle fingers massaging your cheek.

"It's you." He tugs on your bottom lip, dragging it down, fingers following a path to your collarbone. "If it's you, you can do all that you want to me. Use me, for all I care."

Hanma's brows shoot up, his fingers now moving through your trembling lips. His eyes burn, his entire body does, hips bucking into your clothed cunt as his clothes begin to strain him.

"I love being with you," He whispers, helping your hands undo his suit. "it's always so fun."

Words fall on your deaf ears, taking a deep breath before trying to forget who it is you are using.

Your chest hurts, it's tense. You purse your lips, shaking your head unnoticed by Hanma's shut eyes. Your mind shows you the office you've passed by, yet the light in your eyes only dims.

Gritting your teeth, taking Hanma's clothes off gets aggresive, throwing them somewhere along with your own. Taking his cock in your hand, you squeeze it, hearing a yelp from him.

"Shut up!" You bark out, same hand stroking his dick at a rapid pace, not giving him time to word out his thoughts. "Stop talking, just close your useless fucking mouth."

A drop of cold sweat runs down the side of your face, your mind shut as Hanma's groaning and cursing plays a loop in your brain.

"That's it..." You coo out, your voice barely audible. Not that he's paying attention to it, busy with the much needed attention you are paying to his cock, throbbing in delight.

A breathless laugh escapes your lips, smile growing.

"Stop making me feel pity for you, good job."

Swiping your thumb over his tip, wet from the precum coating it, you ignore Hanma's pleads to slow down. You keep pumping, eyes unfocused and pupils dilated.

"M'gonna..." Hanma calls out, biting his lip. "M'gonna cum soon."

Managing to listen to Hanma's slurred words, you blink and your hand stops, moving away from his pulsating cock.

"Huh?!" Hanma's eyes snap open, your hand over his mouth.

You glare down at him, lightly palming his dick, playing with it on your hand.

"You're dumb." Slapping his face without force as you utter each word, you taunt him. "So fucking dumb, it's unbelievable."

"Please—" With a single move of your index finger, now lifted, he stops. You place it over his lips, face hovering over his.

A moan suddenly tries to leave his shut mouth, eyes rolling back at the soft friction of your pussy over his cock. Itching for more, it twitches.

"How many girls have been in the position you are in, with you treating and using them like pathetic little whores?" You question, not expecting an answer; humming when you don't get one.

You take his hand, punishment staring right back at you. You raise it, slapping his face with it, not measuring the strength you used.

"You thought it wouldn't come back to bite you in the ass?"

Hanma's breath grows erratic, eyes close to sparkling at the sight of your pussy over his face.

"At least your mouth will be useful this way."

Unconsciously, his hands move to grab your waist, leading you down to him. A content sigh escapes from your lips when his tongue licks your slit, uttering a silent moan at the touch of your clit and the tip of his nose.

You close your eyes, your mind blank as Hanma's hands glide down to your ass, gripping it while his mouth works on your cunt —just like clockwork.

Grabbing the blonde and black strands of his hair, you tug on them when his nose hits the spot. His tongue laps at your folds, eating and sucking you out as if it's his last meal.

You lean your head back, Hanma's quiet mewling going straight to your pussy, causing you to bite down a whimper.

"I hate that you're so good." You hiss out, hips beginning to rock back and forth on his face —craving more of his tongue lashing out. "Fuck!"

A thrust of his tongue has you cursing out his name, thighs enclosing his head between them. He doesn't care, though, continuing to play with his mouth on your cunt —kissing it, worshipping you.

While your mind, now cleared out from the shock of Hanma's moves, doesn't let you forget why you are here; Hanma's only ongoing thought is how godly you taste, how he doesn't want to stop.

He's pussy drunk. Utterly and completely.

The tip of his tongue licking every crevice, moving a path through the slit to the clit, estimulated by his nose once you move in a certain way. It's all enough to send you over the edge, thighs closing in farther as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Soon enough, Hanma's lapping at your folds like a cat, tasting your orgasm as his sturdy hands help you ride it out. He licks you clean, audibly gulping and leaving an open mouthed kiss on your cunt, letting you move back to his lap.

Through your panting, you barely listen to Hanma's sultry tone. His tongue passes through his lips, getting all the cum he can get, smiling at you.

"Best meal of my life." His blown out pupils take a look at your naked body that he didn't get to see before, salivating at the sight. "Did I do a good job?"

You run a hand down your face, covering the lower part with your palm. Your head's pounding, actively playing thoughts like a broken record.

There's a scratch, and you blink, hiding the light coat of water that covers your eyes. You curse, averting them away from Hanma's awaiting face.

"No, no you didn't." You take his hands, leading them away from your body and holding them together by the wrists. "It's infuriating..."

The words die out in your throat, mutter lost before Hanma can hear it.

"Wha—What?" He breathes out, panicked eyes growing bigger at the clicking of your tongue. Hanma can't stop the loud moan that breaks out of him when you sink down on his cock, shouting at him through short puffs.

"You're so fucking useless, it makes me sick!"

Hanma can't process what you spat out to him, busy writhing from the pleasure that rains down on him with the way you're riding him.

A single hand stops his own from moving, Hanma perfectly capable of breaking that hold, yet he can't. Your hips move up and down, rocking on him and sending a knot tempted to break at the slightest move through his body, washing down on him.

"S'good..." He mumbles, tongue poking out from his lips. "You're s'fucking good, keep—"

You moan when his tip hits the perfect spot, closing your mind from any intrusive thoughts.

Hanma joins you, begging for more.

"Faster, please—" Though you can't hear his pleads, nor the way he tells you he's about to cum, deprived of it throughout the entire night.

You are in bliss, squeezing your eyes shut and following the same pattern, letting the tip of his painfully throbbing cock send you to a state where you can't think, where your brain doesn't take over.

You keep chasing after your release, ignoring Hanma's still hips, who have stopped meeting your own; leaving you full of his cum, legs trembling before you from the harsh orgasm he's having.

You don't give him time to recuperate, bask in the aftermath, mercilessly pounding on his now softening cock to keep going. Hanma's brows furrow, the ache in his body increasing with your pace.

"S—stop, hey..." He trails off, not able to pronunciate correctly due to the fog that covers his brain. "Please, I—I can't take it."

Hanma's eyes widens when his hands are free, your hand now wrapped around the lower part of his face, not letting him continue. Through blurry eyes, a single tear running down the side to the pillow, he's able to see his own cum leaking out of you, followed by your own as you finally reach your orgasm —huffing out a broken sigh, your back arching ignoring the buckling of your knees.

Hanma groans, the pain subsiding and now able to rest. In a starfish position, missing the heat of your body as it leaves his lap, his sight begins to obscure.

He hasn't experienced something quite like this ever, not with any woman he's had a chance with.

He's said it before, you've always been something else. It explains why his heart can't calm down once you're with him, or why a strange heat burns through his chest everytime he thinks about you.

Because in all these years, he's never not thought about you.

He can't put a name to the feeling, yet deep inside him he knows.

He knows because, before passing out from the ecstasy of the sex, he has the strong urge to have you in his arms. Since he doesn't understand why so many tears are streaming down your face.

Is he not good enough?

He'll never get to know, sadly.

thanks for reading <3 as a reminder, you can find the full fic (my ordinary life ; tokyorev x reader) on wattpad (HAITANITE) or ao3 (haitanology)

[g3z0]

Ice cold secret P1

P2 P3 P4

Summary: Sturniolo. Your rival once you take a step on the ice ring. You and Chris are both very good players of opposite teams and schools. But the college, you both look forward on getting a sport scholarship, only takes 1 person pro year. The only thing you want to focus on is hockey. But that isn’t as easy as it first seemed when you met Nick - the triplet brother of your rival.

Warnings: cursing, smoking

-g3z0

My hand grasps the cold metal handle as I swing the big wooden door open. A gust of warm air immediately hits my face as I take a step into the building.

I walk down a narrow hallway, passing the locker rooms and making my way towards the arena.

I walk through a final set of doors and then the usual comfortable cold air hits my face, making me shiver lightly.

I walk to my screaming friends, who are raging as they watch two boys of my team, skating a 1 v 1.

„get his ass, Noah!“ Jacob screams at my goalie. Aiden nudges Jacob with his elbow „no- fuck him up, will!“ Aiden yells.

Aiden and Jacob are both my defenseman’s. They couldn’t be more of a opposite of each other but somehow, their work chemistry is great.

I shake my head and laugh a little, punching Ethan a little on his shoulder, making him look up from his phone.

„Hey.“ Ethan smiles at me as he daps me up. „What’s up with them?“ I question as I nod in the direction of Aiden and Jacob.

Ethan rolls his eyes „will said that Noah can’t block 10 of his attempts to score in a row.“ he sighs. I let out a laugh, shaking my head.

Ethan and will are my wings. Ethan at the right and will at the left. I’m the center - leader of our team. Even if I don’t like to call myself that.

„Big Game Saturday.“ Ethan says as he sits down on the bench. I nod and take a deep breathe. „Yeah- the coach from Boston university is there and watches.“ I say.

„Wow.“ Ethan laughs, putting his skates on „nervous, big boy?“ he teases me. I roll my eyes „of course I am. We play against huskies.“ I mumble as I sit down next to Ethan, putting my skates on myself.

„Sturniolo as the center? Ohhh“ Ethan raises his eyebrows and nudges me with his elbow „you got this.“ I wave him off „yeah, yeah.“

Chris Sturniolo’s team - huskies. The name kinda fits to be honest. He and his twin brother have those blue intimidating eyes - like a husky dog.

I put the rest of my equipment on and stand up „alright!“ I yell at the others „get your asses on the ice!“

-

„good practice today, boss!“ Jacob yells at me as he walks towards his car. I roll my eyes „stop calling me that.“ I mumble, shaking my head.

„Ohh, someone’s getting shy.“ Noah teases me. He ruffles through my hair as he walks by, running after Jacob. „Wait, give me a lift!“ he yells at him.

Aiden and will get out of the building and we say bye. Me and Ethan walk towards my car, throwing our bags into my trunk. We get into my car and I start the engine, driving off.

Ethan is my best friend since I can even think. My better half I would say. He helps me to think straight and helps me to calm down when I’m too anxious, stressed or I’m overthinking again.

He’s like the logical side of me.

I get pulled out of my thoughts when I hear a lighter being lit. I look over at Ethan for a second, sighing. „Put that shit out.“ I mumble.

He takes a drag from the cigarette between his fingers and shrugs with his shoulders as he lowers the window on the passenger side a little.

Maybe he isn’t that logical.

„You should try it.“ Ethan mumbles after he exhales the smoke „helps you calm down.“ he smirks as he nudges me. I roll my eyes and shake my head. „No, thanks. And don’t smoke in my car. It‘ll smell like a ashtray in here.“ I sigh.

He lets his head fall back on the headrest of the passenger seat and groans „always complaining.“ he whispers, taking a last drag before he flicks the cigarette out of the window.

„It’s not good for you.“ I say, taking a quick glance at him before looking back at the road „it damages your stamina and-" - „yes dad.“ he cuts me off.

I sigh and shake my head a little. I drive for a few more minutes till I’m in front of his house. I stop the car and dap him up. „See you tomorrow.“

He nods, getting out of the car and grabbing his bag out of his trunk. „Don’t think too much tonight.“ he says as he shuts the door of my car.

I shrug with my shoulders „I’ll try.“

I watch him as he walks into his house and I start to drive again, towards my house.

-

„Don’t fuck it up, Wolfie.“ my couch says to me as he lets go off my shoulder.

Wolfie isn’t actually my last name. It’s woolfaar. Couch thought it sounded like wolf. So here’s my nickname.

I nod as i put the helmet over my head, skating with my team onto our positions.

I get into my position and my gaze meets Sturniolo’s, in front of me.

Chris stares at me „big game.“ he says.

I laugh a little and look to Matt, who’s in the left wing position. „Big game.“ I repeat, looking back into Chris eyes.

I swear, the arena and the ice makes his eyes look even more intimidating.

He gives me a smirk before he puts the mouthgard between his teeth. I do the same.

The referee drops the puck between mine and Chris sticks. Our gaze both fixating it.

I hold the stick thightly in my hands, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle.

In moments like these, everything around me goes silent. I can only hear my heartbeat and my warm breathe against the cold air. I’m only fixating the puck and the player infront of me.

The referee blows the whistle and we both instantly attack the puck, trying to win it over for our team.

I win over and toss the puck quickly behind me, to Ethan. I skate forward, scanning the arena for the puck.

Suddenly someone catches my attention.

Someone who’s sitting in the crowd. I frown. He kinda looks like Matt and Chris. That’s weird.

I flinch and look towards will as he screams „THE FUCKING PUCK WOLFIE!“ The puck slides past me on the ice. I quickly gather myself and skate after the puck.

Just before my stick gets to the puck, someone else tosses it away from me. I look up and see Matt’s smirk. I sigh in frustration and skate after him.

Jacob skates towards us, but someone from the other team bumps into him. On purpose.

I look at the referee quick, he doesn’t do or say a thing.

Im going past the defenders, screaming vulgar words at both opposing players and the refs for penalties not called on the other team.

-

„What the fuck is wrong with you, Woolfaar?“ my coach yells at me as we’re on timeout.

I sigh, frustrated with myself. I spit the mouthgard out and take my helmet off. My hair sticks to my forehead and I take a deep breathe as the cold air hits my burning head.

I grab my water bottle and chug it almost all down. „You gotta think! Concentrate!“ my couch shakes his head as he lays his hands on my shoulders „you got this Wolfie, just stick to the fucking point!“

I nod and place the water bottle on the bench again. Couch sighs and lets go off me, walking around to talk to the others.

„the fuck was that?“ I hear Ethan’s voice as he skates besides me. I shake my head and shrug with my shoulders, taking deep breathes. „Fuck, I don’t know.“ I sigh.

I look around in the arena and see the boy from earlier talking to Chris and Matt. Ethan follows my gaze „crazy, I always thought they were twins.“ he mumbles.

„What?“ I say, looking back down at Ethan.

He looks up to me and frowns „what? They are three - Triplets. Never saw the third one till today.“ he says bluntly.

I swallow a little „triplets?“ I repeat, looking back at them.

„mhm. The poor Mama.“ Ethan laughs as he skates past me.

„I think he’s the photographer or something, always walks around with a camera.“ Ethan says. I shake my head a little and look away again.

-

I can feel the sweat dripping down my arm, rolling down my fingers, my eyes burning.

„Good Game.“ Chris breathes, holding his hand out to me. I try to catch my breathe and swallow, dapping him up. „Thanks.“ I breathe.

We won but it was so fucking close to loosing. We need to get better.

„So, party at ours, huh?“ Chris laughs a little.

It’s a unspoken rule - the team that looses has to invite the winner team over to drink and party. Of course, has the loser team to pay.

I smile and nod a little „I guess.“ Chris takes his helmet off and nods „alright, I’ll text you our adress.“ he says before he skates off.

I skate back to my teammates, who are cheering loudly.

„We won, y/n! We won!“ Noah laughs, laying an arm around my shoulder. „Yeah.“ I sigh „but we can improve when we-" „oh my god, shut the fuck up Wolfie!“ Ethan laughs as he cuts me off, punching my shoulder playfully.

„We won, that’s what matters now. So lets just enjoy our win and get drunk, huh?“ he says as he slaps me lightly on my cheek a few times.

I squeeze my eyes shut and press his hand away „okay, okay.“ I mumble.

We get off the ice and walk into our locker rooms. My gaze stays on the boy from earlier till I can’t see him anymore. I shake my head and look away.

Nick‘s POV

Me and his eyes meet till he walks around a corner. I frown and look back at Chris, who’s talking with me and Matt about the game.

„Who’s the guy?“ I cut him off, making Chris and Matt look up at me. „What guy?“ Matt questions, frowning at me.

„The center of the other team.“ I say. Chris takes his gloves off and laughs a little „Wolfie? What about him?“

I shake my head a little „Wolfie?“ I raise my eyebrows. „Nah, his last name is woolfaar.“ Matt says. „Stupid ass name..“ I mumble, looking back to the corner he just left.

„What about him?“ Chris says, making me look back at him. „Nothing- just wondering.“ I sigh.

Chris and Matt look at each other for a second before looking back at me. „Anyways“ Chris starts, grinning at me „party at Nate’s tonight.“ he says, walking past me.

Matt follows him and I let out a groan „seriously?“ Chris lets out a laugh „yup!“ he yells at me before my brothers disappear in the locker rooms.

[hannahssimblr]

Shane arrives in the late afternoon, and suddenly we are five. In the aftermath of the storm, when the tarmac is black and the air is fragrant with petrichor we hike to the touristy side of the beach to have drinks at the Surf Shack. We wipe rain off the picnic benches and sit overlooking the sea. It’s choppy, the sand pockmarked with puddles, but the humid heaviness the last few days spent building has been lifted away, leaving crisp, fresh air in its place. At least for now.

Jen starts demanding everyone’s highlight reel of the past year after only two minutes of small talk, and we talk about how Joe broke his wrist playing frisbee, Jen applied to eleven business schools because she didn’t know what else to put on the forms, and Shane lost his virginity to some girl called Aishling in January, though getting that tidbit is like dragging information from a stone. To distract from our nudges and kissy noises Shane asks me about Michelle, which doesn't help, because then I have to tell them all that we broke up.

It instantly zaps the fun out of things and makes the boys awkward. They grumble vague condolences and start looking around the place like they can pull a less depressing topic of conversation out of the air. I remind myself not to mention her again. 

But they don’t have to sit in this particular discomfort for long, because our drinks arrive, carried by Liam, who invites a brand new one by lingering around the table and trying to make conversation. I grit my teeth and remember to be nice.

“Ah look who’s here!” He beams, “the gang are back together!”

“Hi Liam!” Jen’s tone is straining with enthusiasm, “good to see you again, you done your leaving cert?”

“I am indeed! Finished up there last week, t’was some slog, I’ll tell you that. I was just dying to get back out here to the beach and do a bit of surfing. The first group of kids doing the classes are to be down now on the first week of July, and sure then it’s go go go! But look, sure it’s great craic altogether, can’t complain.”

He’s met with blank stares. 

“Oh yeah! Sounds fun.” Jen says after a beat, “Well, it’s nice to see-”

“Having any parties or anything like that this summer?” he asks. 

“Um, well we’re not sure, but if we do we’ll invite you.” I give her a subtle kick beneath the table, which is a mistake, because she turns her huge, beaming smile on me. Her eyes glint threateningly, “You should ask Jude though, we’re staying at his house, so he gets to decide.”

“Yeah,” I say, “Um, we’ll invite you to whatever we’re doing, we just don’t know yet.” Fine. I want to say to Jen. I’ll invite him, but you can take care of him in the toilet when he’s hammered and sick after one beer. 

“That’d be so cool, thanks!” he says, “and I’ve something you can do too, as it happens. My dad is having the first karaoke night of the year down at the local pub next week, you know, just to kind of usher in the beginning of the busy season. You should definitely come along.”

“Karaoke?” Joe echoes, “you want us to sing songs?”

“Well who doesn’t like a good auld sing-song? It’ll be a bit of fun.”

“Probably not,” Joe then turns to Kasper to try and explain to him what is happening in simple English. “Nah, Karaoke, like, singing, and shit” he mutters, “like,” he holds an invisible microphone to his mouth, “la la la, bla bla bla, like, that, like.”

Look, maybe,” I tell Liam, “I don’t think we’re exactly singers here, but we might come to the pub anyway for a few drinks.”

“You might be compelled to belt out a tune or two while you’re there.”

“Stranger things have happened.”

“Alright!” he starts walking back to the Surf Shack, turning one more time to point into our faces, “Think of ye’re songs between now and then, will ya? Just in case you change your mind at some stage!” 

Jen looks at me expectantly once he’s gone, and I immediately groan, slumping in my seat under the weight of her expectation. “Fine, I’ll invite him to whatever party, Jen, but I’m not fucking doing karaoke.” 

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[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Ah 1k word snippet from a 21k fic that I've been fixating on for the past four days now that I'm calling 'The Trapper's Trap'. It's a fic that takes place in a Modern AU and it's kind of a Dagcup.

Right now, this monstrosity is still a one-shot and far from done, but I'll be splitting it up in chapters before I post it. It's going to deal with some heavy stuff. ;)

Warnings: threats of suicide, implied sexual coercion (nothing too nsft in this snippet, though), no editing

-XOXOX-

“Please baby please”

“Please just give me another chance!”

“Can we at least talk?”

“Please”

“Please Baby i don’t know what i’m gonna do to myself when you’re gone”

“i need you to come stop me”

Hiccup reads that last text over and over again. These six are the latest in a long string of messages his ex-boyfriend has been sending him ever since he broke things off with him, but it’s those last ones that have him worried.

Dagur has never been the most… stable of people. So when he pleads with him, tells him that he’s going to hurt himself then, well, Hiccup worries.

He stands at the doorstep of his apartment; a three floor building made mostly out of brick and standing in the busiest part of town. It’s about a half hour walk from his own home.

With a nervous heart, Hiccup climbs the two stone steps and finds the intercom. Pressing on Dagur’s apartment- there are two on each floor- he awaits an answer. His arms are crossed, then they’re not. He sways from one foot to the other. Every passing second is torturous.

“Come on, Dagur, come on,” he grows more anxious. Please, don’t tell him he has actually hurt himself?

Finally; a response.

“Hello?” That greeting comes with a strong tone of melancholy, but Hiccup could jump for joy. He’s still okay.

“Dagur, it’s me. I’m… I’m here to talk,” he tells him. When he had shown the messages to Heather, she told him they were lies and he shouldn’t fall for them. He should simply ignore them. Ignore them like she’s been trying to ignore the fact that they both live on the same cramped island.

The buzzer signaling that the door is open sounds and Hiccup enters.

A quick jog up several flights of stairs later- which is, of course, not at all a problem with a prosthetic leg- he’s inside of Dagur’s apartment and sitting on his leather couch.

He’s come here several times in the course of their relationship that barely lasted half a year. He has slept over once or twice, but he can never get used to that smell of cigarettes.

Neither of his parents smoke, Gobber probably has at some point in time. Then he lost two limbs close to on another and circumstances forced him to quit. And yet, he still smells of the damn things to this day.

Just like Dagur’s apartment smells.

Years around dragons and somehow it’s the stench of cigarettes that gets to him.

Hiccup is pulled out of his thoughts when his ex returns and places a can of soda down in front of him on the coffee table, a glass next to it. It’s one of Dagur’s pet peeves that the other always insists on wasting a glass when a can should do. Today, however, he’s not complaining.

The couch groan and squeaks as he sits down. The displacement of air almost knocks Hiccup right off the couch. Tall as he is, he still barely weighs anything.

“You wanted to talk?” Dagur’s words are hopeful, which just pulls on Hiccup’s heartstrings. He doesn’t wish to give him false hope.

“I just…” He starts hesitantly, arms crossing and then uncrossing. He scoots closer to the edge of his seat and pours himself a glass.

He came all this way, but he can’t stop thinking of Heather’s warning. That this is all just a ploy, that his messages really were all a lie. That he was never in any danger.

But what does it matter? How can he possibly get such pleas for help and ignore them?

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he tells Dagur after a sip and a smile spreads on his latter’s lips.

“You always were so caring,” he claims. “So pure, so innocent. Your heart way too big and good for this world.”

His words make Hiccup uncomfortable, but that is nothing new. He watches him with one raised eyebrow while taking another sip.

Just as Hiccup had promised when he called for Dagur through the intercom, they talk. They talk about the happy times they had, the younger man nodding along as he listened. He could point to each memory and say the fights they had before each one, but he chooses not to. If Dagur’s mental state truly is as fragile as he claims, he would rather not give him any reason to follow through.

They talk about the things they have in common, like the games they like the play or the movies they like to watch. Or Dagur lists them and Hiccup doesn’t tell him that these are his interests and Hiccup was just following along. Dagur has no one else in his life. Both his parents are dead, he has no friends, his sister wants nothing to do with him. He has no one to share his interests with and that’s why Hiccup decided to give him someone to share them with.

They talk about the hot love they made. Their first together, Hiccup’s first overall. He introduced him to a lot of firsts. And at least in that regard, he can’t argue with him. The sex was great.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Huh?” Hiccup stares at him in shock. Holding his glass, there is only a little bit of soda on the bottom left. The can itself is empty.

“Can I kiss you? Just… Just this one last time?” Dagur’s request seems genuine, there’s pain in his eyes.

“For… what?” he asks, confused. Technically, they had their last kiss. Why would he want another?

“Because, I had no idea that our last kiss would be our last, so… I can’t remember it.”

“Well, gee, thank you for that,” is what Hiccup finds himself thinking, but he doesn’t say it. He simply finishes his drink.

“I want to remember it, Hiccup,” Dagur continues on with a well-placed speech and his sad little voice. “I don’t think I can move on without it.”

There are no lies in his eyes or in his words, he seems genuine to Hiccup. And it’s because he seems so genuine that it makes it hard to ignore his request. Could a kiss really fix everything? If he gives him this one last thing, will he be okay? Will he finally leave him alone?

“Just one?” Hiccup asks to make sure he heard right.

“Just one final kiss,” Dagur scoots closer to him, their knees touching, an arm wrapping itself around his shoulder on the back of the couch.

Hiccup looks away in thought, but he’s already making his move. He comes forward, his lips press against his and catches him off guard. Hiccup doesn’t know what else to do but to return the kiss. His moan of surprise is mistaken as one of desire and Dagur sits even closer. His arm has a firm grip on him now, his free hand finds his stomach, where it rests before he takes his waist.

The kiss becomes deeper, Hiccup’s hands still don’t know what to do. He can feel his ex’s tongue asking for permission on his bottom lip and he gives it to him. Despite his rotten personality, he’s an excellent kisser. There’s such passion in his every move.

Before he knows it, this make-out session as Hiccup on his back with Dagur on top. Nestled between his thighs, he’s grinding into him, working up an appetite in both of them.

Gasping for air, Hiccup looks the other way.

“Just this once?”

“Just one last time.”

“You’re wearing a condom,” there’s no room for argument in Hiccup’s demand. Either he wears it or there will be no last time.

“Of course, wouldn’t dream of not wearing one,” Dagur vows to him and then leaves to grab one from his special stash in the bedroom.

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter Eight: Rubble to Rubble

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Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, cursing

Authors Note: Enjoy these next few chapters you guys🫣 shits getting real now.

Chapter art by @silvell

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“Where the hell you been, Junebug?” My dad asked, getting up with concern as I walked in the door.

“Oh, I just drove to Denver to show Mark and Vanessa the ultrasound. I ended up staying a couple hours.” I explained, shrugging my shoulders as I tried to keep going upstairs, but my dad stopped me.

“A couple hours? Why are you going there in the first place?” He asked angrily, causing me to look back at him confused.

“Oh, well, they wanted to know about the stuff… And I said I'd keep them updated, so I did.”

“You could have mailed it to them. Why would you drive an hour out to East Jesus, Nowhere?” He lectured, making me even more confused.

“I just did. You know, and while Mark and I were waiting for Vanessa… We watched Ghost… And then he burned me a couple of CD's of this weird music, so…It was cool. He's kind of cool.” My dad shook his head at me.

“Juno, you can't just drop in on them like that.”

“No, it was not a big deal. He was totally cool with it.” I said to calm him down, though it didn’t work much.

“You don't understand. Mark is a married man. There are boundaries.” He explained, and I scoffed at him.

“Oh, come on. Listen, Dad. Now, you're acting like you're the one who has to go through this. Like you have to get huge and shove a baby out of your vag for someone else. What does it matter if he's married? I can have married friends.” I grabbed my car keys from my pocket, slamming them on the table infront of my dad, knocking over the jar of weed he had been putting together.

“It doesn't work that way, honey. You don't know squat about the dynamics of marriage.” He yelled back, glaring at me as he put the bids back in the jar.

“You don't know anything about me.” I snapped at him. It was safe to say I got easily defensive with my dad. He was gone for most of my life, why should I let him affect me. Well, he wasn’t home, he was still there, slowly making everything worse for Stan Shelley and I. And my mom too. I know he was trying, but it takes a lot of hard work to fix that.

“I know enough.”

“We don't even sell at the farm anymore.” I teased, making him roll his eyes.

“We don't sell anymore because you and your siblings had to be little babies about it and complain to mom! When you guys move out I’m gonna be so rich, I’m gonna buy a parakeet.” He explained, ignoring me as he focused on making his jar look good.

“Whoa, dream big.” I remarked, heading up to my room as he shouted after me.

“Oh, go fly a kite.”

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IT WAS STRANGE COMING BACK TO THE BROFLOVSKI HOUSE. Kyle and I had agreed that we weren’t telling his family about the baby, there was no need to stress them out if the baby was going to someone else anyway. I missed coming here. It was right next door, it was always the house I’d look at on my way to the garage, look at with hope. Back before we understood what anything was, when I’d sit on our ‘throne’ as Stan and Kyle worked to build our elven kingdom. Kyle and I getting married in the highest point of the tree house with ring pops so that we could rule our kingdom together. It was all so innocent back then. I collected myself, taking a breath before knocking.

“Hi, Juno. What can I do for you?” Sheila Broflovski asked, smiling happily as she answered the door.

“Kyle home?” I asked, smiling back.

Kyle’s mom was possibly attractive once, but now she looks mostly like you’d expect a mom to look. I’m sure his dad was head over heels, I don’t know maybe Jersey people were his thing. I didn’t mind though, I’d always thought of Mrs Broflovski like my second mom. She would always treat me as such. Making sure I had extra sunscreen at the beach, helping me learn to ski, making cookies every time I came over.

“Hey, man. Don't concentrate so hard. I think I can smell your hair burning.” I teased, seeing Kyle leaning against his bed with his homework binder in his lap. I swore his face must’ve lit up the room when his eyes met mine, jumping from his seat as he stood to come help me walk over.

“Hey, what's up?” He said cheerfully, grabbing my arms to help me come sit down in the beanbag chair from across from where he had been sitting.

“Not much. I just wanted to come say hey. I mean, I miss, like, just hanging out with you on school nights, you know?” I said, which caused Kyle to smile even more, his face softening of it even could more than it was. He pour a few to face into his hand, plopping them in his mouth before looking back at me. Orange tic tacs are Kyle’s one and only vice. The day I got pregnant, his mouth tasted really tangy and delicious.

“Wow, you really… You really seem to be getting pregnanter these days.” He said, chuckling slightly as I laughed along.

“You know, I set up this whole private adoption. And this married couple in, like, Denver, they're gonna be the parents.”

I couldn’t explaine it really, the way his face seemed to drop the slightest bit when I mentioned that. That the fact we weren’t gonna keep it, disappointed him. I didn’t know why. We were 17, you’d assume it would hurt us more to have to keep it. But it didn’t. And I think I understand. Something that would connect the both of us forever, gone. I guess that stings.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, what are they like?” He asked, and I sighed, laying back slightly.

“Well, I mean, the guy, he's awesome. His name's Mark, and he likes old movies and he plays the guitar. We actually hung out this afternoon.” I explained, causing Kyle to look at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“Is that normal?” He asked in response, making me shrug.

“Probably not, but…Listen, I talked to my mom and dad...And they said they wouldn't narc you out to your folks...So I think we should be cool, you know?” He smiled, but it wasn’t a Kyle smile, more like the smile you give someone to get them to stop talking. More just pressing your lips together and trying to smile but you couldn’t.

“That's a relief. How pissed was Stan?” He asked, now frowning as he mentioned Stan. As much as Stan was my twin brother, he was Kyle’s best friend. I know he hadn’t spoken to him since he found out, and it stressed Kyle out to no end. He knew I had told him, he knew it would come out eventually. It just broke his heart a little to know that his best friend felt that betrayal from him.

“He was, pissed. I think now he’s just mostly afraid you’ll never talk to him again for being a dick.” I explained, chuckling slightly at the dramatics my brother showcased.

“He wasn’t a dick, he was just mad.” Kyle said, making me nod sun agreement.

“That’s what I said.”

“I just miss him, you know?” He said quietly, causing a thick silence to fill the room. It was a weird feeling, kinda like when I told him I was pregnant. It felt empty, painfully empty.

“Yeah, yeah I get that. You know, I'm gonna… Start looking like a pretty big dork soon, so…” I explained, making him chuckle.

“You always look like a dork Jo.” He interrupted, causing me to roll my eyes, shoving him teasingly as he laughed.

“Oh shush. Are um, are you still gonna think I'm cute when I'm huge?” I asked, looking up at him as a light blush covered my cheeks.

“I always think you're cute. I think you're beautiful.” He replied quickly, not even taking a moment to think about his answer. My face turned an even brighter red.

“Jeez, Kyle.” I couldn’t help the nervous laugh that left my mouth when I replied.

“Well, I do. Hey, Jo, when this is all over, we should get the group back together.”

“Oh, yeah. I mean, that would be awesome.”

I hadn’t hung out with the boys all together much since everything went down. It was awkward, I really only had been with Craig and Kenny through it all. Hell I hadn’t seen Butters in weeks.

“I mean, once Cartman goes back on his meds…” Kyle continued, making me nod. I hadn’t seen Cartman in weeks, I didn’t even know he was refusing to take his meds again.

“We're just, like, ready to rumble.” I said, and Kyle sighed, as if he were preparing himself to speak.

“And I mean, we could always get back together too. That's an option.” He looked down at the ground as if he was trying to avoid my eye contact, and I gave him a confused look.

“Were we together?” I asked, making Kyle look back up at me, nodding awkwardly.

“Yeah, we were once, you know? That time.” He explained, forming a new awkward silence between the two of us.

“What about Rebecca Cotswolds? You could totally go out with Rebecca Cotswolds.” I offered, trying to change the subject. He furrowed his eyebrows at me at the mention of the girl. She joined our school in freshman year, though we had know her since fourth grade due to the spelling bee. Even then everyone thought she was sort of strange, she didn’t communicate the same way due to being homeschooled. The entire time Cartman teased Kyle for being “in love with her” because he talked to her so much. It was Stan who found out the reason he talked to her was to learn more about girl, so he could talk more to me.

“I don't like Rebecca. She smells like soup. I mean, have you ever smelled her? And her whole house smells like soup.” Kyle explained, shaking his head with defiance. He let out a low sigh, looking down at the ground to avoid the awkward situation. I couldn’t help but feel my heart pang at the sight. This was different, it was weird.

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No, you don't

Part five of: No, you don't

Summary: The rebels decide whether not to prosecute you or not after Poe turned you in. Later you take a trip back to Jakku with Poe. This is a enemies to friends to lovers fic/slowburn. THE NEXT CHAPTER, GUYS, PREPARE YOURSELVES. s l o w b u r n. Reader has the force. No use of (Y/N)

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Light swearing

Authors note: Please give me scenarios to write it really helps. Enjoyyy <3

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It's a choir of disgruntled voices, arguing, gradually getting louder and louder as they try to talk over one another. Insults thrown, pointed fingers, brows furrowed and fists slamming on the table. It's a chorus of chaos. 

“Silence!” Leia yells. 

The room falls silent. Leia sits at the head of the table. She presses her temple with her fingers. She sits up. “Commander Dameron, please repeat the mission report.” 

Poe sits up straight and clears his throat. He rummages through a stack of papers and pulls out a sheet of pale blue paper, scrawled with tiny blue letters. He glances up at me. 

The overhanging lights cast dark shadows on his face. 

Poe clears his throat again. “We used an old empire cargo shuttle to infiltrate the empire's finaliser. The original plan was to build a crate wall and terminate the stormtroopers that were sent to investigate but-”

“-she disrupted the whole plan!” someone to Leia’s right says. He wears a captain's uniform. 

“Hey! We got Rey didn’t we?” Finn interjects. 

Darvjark Tarjoy his name plate says. Davrjark slams his hand on the table. “That wasn’t the plan, Rey was a side operation,” 

Finn rolls his eyes and leans back into his chair. 

I look at Poe. He’s already looking at me, but before I can register it he looks away. 

The captains and war strategists nod in agreement. I see Rey in the corner leaning on her staff. 

I sit at the opposite end of the table to Leia. After we got Rey, Poe dragged me to Leia. 

The cuffs on my wrists dig into my skin. I’m not a criminal, why does he think I’m a criminal? Didn’t he just call me sweetheart? I think. I almost blush at the thought. I cast the thought from my mind. 

“What are you doing commander!?” Leia yells, confusion on her face. 

I restrain myself from strangling Poe with the force. 

“She abandoned the rebellion,” Poe’s voice lowers. “She’s a Jedi.” 

“I’m not-!” I cry. 

“-Shut up.” Poe says.

“It’s not fair to incriminate her, she didn’t do anything!” the captain to my right says. “Why are we doing this? We should be grateful she still follows the Jedi ways!” 

That's a bit of a stretch I think.

I’m grateful for her. She’s one of the only voices defending me in this ‘war meeting’. She has short curly blond hair that ends at her chin, and under the overhead lights her skin slightly glimmers blue and purple. 

“Exactly, she didn’t do anything to help the rebellion! It's her duty as a Jedi” 

“I’m not a-” I begin. 

“-jedi? Yeah, explain this.” Darvjark presses a button on the table and a hologram pops up. It's a clip of me pushing the stormtroopers back with the force. 

I lower my head. 

“She’s not a fully trained Jedi,” Finn points out plainly, “and besides, it’s not her ‘duty’ to help us. What do you want her to do? Find Luke Skywalker and together they defeat a whole army of the dark side?” 

Darvjark sighs. “We need power like this, we are alone in this war. The least she could have done was tell us the force wasn’t completely unbalanced,” 

“And what? Go out of hiding, risking her life just so you guys could have a Jedi cheerleader, cheering you on?” Finn argues. 

“Yes!” Darvjark stands up. The whole table starts to argue again. 

Leia sinks further back into her chair massaging her temples. 

“Shut it!” Rey yells. The table falls quiet. She puts her hand on my shoulder. “I’m sick of this, she hasn’t eaten in ages or slept. I’m sure you don’t need her here for this.” 

I stand up. A couple of voices start to complain. Rey shoots them a look. I followed her out of the room. Just as I’m about to leave Poe stands in my way, he looks down on me, giving me a warning look. There's about three inches between us. I can feel the warmth radiating off him. I hold out my wrists, still bound by cuffs. Still maintaining eye contact I shatter the cuffs with the force. The pieces crumple around my feet. I drop my arms to the side and walk out of the room ignoring the shocked stares and disgruntled voices. 

Finn and the others who took my side leave the room as well. 

~

I sit on my bed. They added a bed to my room after we got Rey. Her bed set into the wall, creating a sunken space. 

Rey is out training while I lie wallowing in self pity. I roll off the bed onto the floor. I lay there. I can’t help my mind wander to Poe. His curly hair, dark eyes… annoying personality. 

“Ugh,” I groan. I roll over one more time so I’m laying on my back. He called me sweetheart before… I think. No stop it! He hates you, and you hate him. 

God he’s infuriating. He has such a massive ego, who does he think he is? The rebellions ‘star pilot’, what a load of crap. I know tons of pilots who are better than him. 

Not better looking. A tiny thought in my head says. “Nope no, ew.”  

I sit up and cast the thought away from my mind as fast as possible and put my shoes on. I make my way to the training rooms, where Rey is. I walk down corridors and staircases, following the ‘Training Room’ signs. Finally I walk through the doors. The Training Room in illuminated letters hangs over the door. The room is massive, the ceiling reaches up at least ten metres, and the opposite wall seems to go on forever. The floor of the room is soft grass and other alien small plants. I reach down and feel the grass, it’s silky and soft. Cement circles mark the training areas, and hologram illuminations surround the cement circles, playing different training simulations. I step onto the grass and immediately notice the ground is slightly springy. At one end of the room there's a wall of guns and targets, and the other various climbing courses. I scan the empty room for Rey. She’s on one of the cement circles, waving her staff around. 

“You finally decided to join me.” Rey puts down her staff and smiles. 

“I got too lonely,” I admit, grinning. “You’ve gotten better.” I motioned to her staff. 

She grins. “Thanks, there’s a climbing course over there, you’d like it.” 

“Yeah? I’ll try it.” My eyes scan the room. “Why isn’t anyone here?” 

“I don’t know. More for us I guess.” Rey smiles. 

I smile. In her bag I see the tip of a lightsaber poke through. “What’s this?” I bend down and grab the lightsaber. 

“A lightsaber, although I’m pretty sure you know that already,” Rey grins. “Maz gave it to me… I’m going to give it back to Luke.” 

I hand the lightsaber to her. “You should keep it, I sense that Luke has drifted from the force.” 

“I don’t believe that.” Rey states. 

“Yeah? Why not?” I quip. 

“Why would anyone drift from the force? It's beautiful,” Rey looks at me and pauses. “Why did you drift?” 

I look down at my feet. “My teacher died.” 

“Luke taught himself.” 

“Master Yoda taught him, he just learned the rest on his own.” 

“Why don’t you do that?” Rey asks. 

“I don’t think I’ll have a choice with these rebels breathing down my neck.” I smile. 

Rey laughs. “… Kylo Ren wanted to teach me, I almost said yes.” Rey confesses. 

She looks guilty. 

“I would too.” I say. 

Rey looks surprised at my response. “Really?” 

“Oh yes, the dark side is very compelling.” 

Rey looks eased at my response. “Will you teach me?” 

“Of course.” I smile. 

“It will make up for you not telling me that you are a Jedi-”

“-I’m not a-” I begin. 

“Jedi?” Rey smiles. “Go climb or something. Jedi train.” 

I laugh and walk over to the weapon rack. Lines of daggers, swords, shields, laser swords, axes and all sorts of masonry stacked upon one another. All looked unused.

I wonder if Poe trains here. 

I graze my fingers over the lines of swords. My fingers land on a metal staff. I spin the staff around, getting the feel of it, I walk over to a cement circle. 

The hologram lights up and spins around to face me. The hologram is blue written with different alien languages. “Scanning” a green light flashes over me. The words on the hologram translate. I press random buttons and hope for the best. Out of the cement circle a helmet springs up. I put it on. The helmet blocks my vision. 

“Great.” I say. I hold the sword, bracing myself.  

Three short beeps announce the training program is about to begin. I sense a large droid behind me. It fires blaster shots. I spin around and block the shots with my staff. I spin the staff and hit the droid. It recovers and fires another wave of shots. I dodge them and throw my staff into the air. I run towards the droid and slam it into the ground with the force. I reach my hand into the air and the staff falls into it. I strike my staff into the droid. 

I huff and take off my helmet. 

To my left Poe stands. He clears his throat and adjusts his stance. His face almost looks slightly impressed. I look around the training room. Rey left already, leaving me alone with him. 

“Leia needs you.” He says. The way he crosses his arms makes forearm muscles flex. 

A droid flies over and gives me a towel. I wipe my forehead with it. God I look like a mess and he looks so hot- what!? No, he does not. 

“What for?” I walk over and dump the staff back on the weapon rack. 

“Not sure,” Poe tilts his head. He scans his eyes over me. 

“Well, I’m kinda in the middle of something.” I motion to the training courses. I’m not trying to be rude to Leia, I'm trying to be rude to Poe. 

“That’s too bad,” He steps closer to me. “You don’t have a choice.” 

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do?” I square my shoulders. 

“Shoot you probably.” 

To my surprise I let out a laugh. “Yeah right.” 

“I will.” 

“Do it then.” 

Poe clenches his jaw. “God, you're a piece of work.” 

I catch him briefly looking me up and down. 

“Leia wants to talk to you about your mother.” Poe says. 

The remnants of the smile on my face wash away immediately. “My mother?” I say quietly. 

“Yeah.” 

I nod. “Okay.” 

~ 

Poe’s POV

I stand in the corner of the Generals office. Leia is holding her hand and quietly talking about her mother. I fiddle with the handle of my blaster while I lean against the wall. I think back to this morning. Caylie asked me out. She walked up to me and put her hand on my arm. “Let's go out, okay?”. I still haven’t given her a reply, and I don’t know why. She’s perfect, she’s pretty, smart and funny. Something's holding me back. 

“I’m sending you and Poe to Jakuu-” The General begins.

“-no I-” You interrupt. 

“-it’s non-negotiable.” Leia states. 

I’m torn from my thoughts. “What? I have raids to do. I need to fly cargo out to-” 

Leia puts up her hand. “Non-negotiable.” 

“Leia, it's fine I can go by myself,” you argue. “I don’t need him.” 

“No, I can’t lose you, you are our only hope,” Leia looks up to me and points her finger. “Non-negotiable.”  

I groan and hit the doorframe on my way out. I storm to my quarters. 

“Why do I have to go to that dry ass planet?” I grab a bag from one of my cupboards. I shove two days worth of clothes, an extra blaster, food rations, and a first aid kit. I look out my open door and see you storm past. I can’t help myself but smile a little. The way you roll your eyes like a teenage girl when you thought no one saw you. I snap myself out from this thought. “No, she’s a traitor.” 

I walk to your room. Your door is open and I can hear you angrily mumbling under your breath as you shove clothes into your bag. “Ready?” I ask. 

You jolt a little and turn. “Yeah.” you fling your bag over your shoulder. 

We walk to my x-wing. 

“You get in first.” I motion to the ladder. 

“Kay’, bossey.” You climb up and sit in the rear seat. 

I follow and dump my bag on your lap. “Hey I barely have any room as it is!” You groan. 

“You can cope.” I flick switches and press buttons. The x-wing begins to wirr. 

“Asshole” You quietly say.

“Sorry, what was that?” I ask.

“Nothing.” 

In the reflection of the front window I can see you make faces at the back of my seat. We shoot off into space. 

“What sector of Jakku?” I ask.

“North East quadrant.” 

We shoot into hyperspace. It’s quiet for a moment before I ask “What are we getting?” 

“You’ll see when we get there.” 

“Why can’t you tell me now?”

“Why can’t you wait until then?”

I tear my fingers through my hair and let out an angered laugh. “Why are you such a bitch?” 

“Excuse me?” You sit up in your seat.

“No it’s not like that- well it kinda is. You're just bitchy to me.”  

“God you sound like a child right now,” You lean back. We shoot out from hyperspace. “And you think you're not a bitch to me?”

“I- yeah well you act so entitled-” I begin.

“-Entitled? How do I act entitled? Your face is plastered on every rebel propaganda poster!” 

“I didn’t make that decision Leia did- y’know what? You’re just as bad as the sith.” I raise my voice.

“Oh really?” There is a hint of amusement in your voice.

“Yeah. You don’t do anything to help the rebel cause, for you it’s all for one and one for all!”

“Therefore I’m as bad as the sith,” I can hear the smile in your voice. You lean forward so that your mouth almost touches the side of my neck. “You’re full of shit.” You almost whisper. The hairs on my neck stand up.

 I can hear you lean back. I clear my throat and steer the ship towards the desert planet. My mind races about nothing in particular. Was that flirting? 

We touch down on the warm sand. We jumped out of the ship. 

“BB-8 stay with the ship.” I say.

We trek through the mountains of sand for what feels like an hour when we suddenly come up on a toppled down AT-AT. 

“What are we doing here?” I ask. You don’t respond.

You walk over to the foot of the AT-AT and kneel beside it. You reach out your hands and the sand beneath them begins to shift. Suddenly a silver tube launches from the sand into your grip. You stand and hold it in your palm. You toss it in the air and catch it so the tube faces up vertically. The lightsaber turns on with a low hum. 

“Is that-” I begin.

“Critical thinking skills Poe.” You twirl the lightsaber around a couple times.

“Can I hold it?” I ask. 

“No.” 

All of a sudden an alien creature jumps out of the sand and launches itself in the air at us. It knocks me into you and we go tumbling down a sand dune. We finally stop tumbling. I look down and I realise I’m on top of you, my arm above your head and the other one resting near your waist. Our noses almost touch. We’re panting slightly. When did her eyes become so pretty? Her eyelashes look so angelic. She looks angelic. Am I getting closer to her or is she getting closer to me? My nose is slightly touching yours. 

Your POV:

Poe’s arm rests above my head. His nose is touching mine. I catch him looking at my lips then at my eyes. But he isn’t making eye contact, no, he looks like he’s lost in a trance. Did he hit his head on the way down? Do I have something in my eye? I’m not sure if I moved closer or he did but our faces are closer. 

I clear my throat. Poe moves off me. “Sorry. You alright?

I look the opposite way. I can feel my face burning red. “Yep, uh are you?” I brush sand from my hair. 

Poe clears his throat. “Yep, yes, yeah I am.” He looks around, anywhere but me.“Come on, you clumsiness almost got us killed, we should get back to the ship.” 

Is his face red?

“My clumsiness? You're the one who knocked into me.” I try my best to fight off a blush. 

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Leona and Dee drabble bc im sore from workouts and felt like writtin this

4 years after Dees graduation from NRC (i dont feel like doing any other world building other than that lol):

The first thing Leona heard waking up from his nap was the sound of keys outside the door. Normally the sound of the door opening would follow, but as usual it took Dee a solid half a minute to actually figure out which way to turn the key to unlock the door. Leona didn't understand why he insisted on locking the door every time he left, but it was funny to hear the same grumbles of annoyance every time Dee came back from wherever he went.

Their shared apartment wasn't that large, neither of them were actually fond of too big a living space, so Leona only had to shift himself slightly on the couch to be able to see Dee closing the door behind him.

"Ughhh." Leona watched as Dee kicked off his shoes and threw his phone and keys onto the table. His face was more red than normal and his hair had curled up around his face from sweat.

"Everything hurts." Dee face-planted into the chair to the side of the couch, his legs dragging onto the floor.

"What happened to you?" Leona laughed to himself as Dee turned his face to look at him with fake misery.

"You know how I said I should start working out?" Dee let out another fake whine as he turned his face back into the cushion, too lazy to finish his sentence.

"Well at least I won't have to hear you complaining about not being strong anymore."

"Yeah but you'll have to deal with me complaining about endless pain."

"The soreness will go away if you keep with it. Go ice, it'll help."

Dee pulled himself up enough to sit in the chair properly only to throw his head back to complain more "But I don't wanna ice! It takes so long and I gotta position myself uncomfortable to make the bag stay."

"Well at least go shower. You smell like shit."

"Thats the smell of muscle baby~" Dee groaned as he lifted himself up and trudged his way through the apartment. Leona also pulled himself off the couch and toward the fridge in the kitchen area. Dee was going to be starving in about ten minutes and a combination of not wanting to hear more complaining and kinda feeling nice today made Leona decide to make lunch for the two of them.

"Leftovers? Really?" Dee stared at the reheated remnants of the previous nights dinner. The dinner he made.

"You should be happy I even made you anything."

"Oh I am so blessed, you stuck a plate in the microwave for fifteen seconds for me." Despite his sarcasm, Leona watched Dee sit down and start shoveling food in his mouth the second he was done talking.

"It actually took thirty seconds."

"Oh now thats effort." Leona laughed as Dee struggled to talk with a mouth full of food.

"Food first. Then talk." Leona sat down across from Dee and also started to eat. Admittedly almost as fast and messy as his partner, but at least he had the decency to not talk with food in his mouth.

"Don tell me wah ta do." Leona looked up at Dee with a disgusted look, which only made Dee snicker at him. To Leona that stupid grin was recognizable in almost every situation. Food related or not.

Dee dumped his plate in the sink to wash later before walking over to the couch and laying down right where Leona had been earlier.

"Hey- no that's my spot." Leona set his plate in the sink as well and also made his way to the couch.

"Move your feet, lose your seat." Dee smiled that stupid grin again, before turning away from Leona.

"Oh, we'll see about that." Before Dee could protest Leona had grabbed him around the stomach and pushed him off the couch, reclaiming his spot with confidence.

"Hey! You tryna put me in more pain?!" Dee's face shot up from the ground into view, but the rest of him stayed sitting on the ground.

"Suffer." Leona yawned before shifting himself on the couch, planning to resume his nap from before Dee got home.

"Rude."

"hmm."

Suddenly Leona felt a weight on his torso and looked down to see Dee shoving his way into the space between Leona and the back of the couch.

"Seriously?"

"We share rent, we can share the couch."

"I pay more of the rent than you do."

"I still pay some of it." There it was. Stupid grin again.

"...Fine." Dee snickered as Leona readjusted himself so the two of them could lay comfortably on the couch. Though if he knew this was gonna happen he woulda just moved his nap to the bed.

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

ok so I mean this with utmost respect for but please please don't position yourself above people who want the characters to fuck. your previous post, the "i want top neuvillette who's still femme and a crybaby my god is that so hard" one, is literally in the very usual style of sexy headcanoning. which is good! I just don't want you to alienate other people who also think both about that and the Problems

it really is the biggest elephant in the room, the way Fontaine is as a whole, isn't it. I think genshin fandom involves some kind of derealisation mode. they feel even less... existing than characters usually do. which is, bizarrely, very fitting for Fontaine?

I have no intention of positioning myself above people who want characters to fuck, so I apologize if it comes off that way. Because yeah you're right, I do have sexy headcanons. I'm just some guy as well. I literally drew Wriothesley with his tits out ( and I have more WIPs of Wriothesley with his tits out, by the way. Neuvilette too. But he's usually flat as a board in my stuff lmao so it doesn't really.... well he's still sexy even as a twig. to ME).

My point mainly is that it's not my Main form of engagement with media. I do not develop interest in stuff through finding characters attractive first, then becoming interested in their story after. Meanwhile, Genshin Impact as a model heavily bets on you becoming attached to the characters on their concept/models/kits alone, but the character writing is very much secondary to them. You don't recommend Genshin to people who want artsy fartsy hard-hitting narratives, exploration of trauma/mental illness, culturally sensitive representation, and character-driven stories. You might recommend Genshin to people who like gacha but aren't too susceptible to predatory gambling mechanics, enjoys expansive world building, open world, beautiful graphics, fun/straightforward gameplay, and hot anime people.

And Mihoyo as a whole do not value and uphold the things I value (my lukewarm leftist-aligned politics), therefore, I am just very much not the target audience. There isn't much else to say to that. Attraction isn't the hook to fish this krill (me), which is why I said I'm... not the target audience. It's fine if OTHERS are. I don't see myself as any better or worse for it. If anything, I WANT to be the target audience. I WANT to be in a fandom that engages with the stuff I enjoy more. Not for any moral reason, I just want to have fun too, like goddamn y'all look like you are having a blast over there. I don't think it's a bad thing that people who want character to fuck.... gets characters who are designed, encouraged and sold to be shipped (fucked). It's just a thing that happened.

Additionally, I also don't engage with fandoms (end of sentence. Actually, I kid) mainly because the majority of people (not you in particular. Just Generally. Amorphously) are here to see characters have sex and that's it. That's Fine. It's okay to just want your favs to have sex. I just happen to want a lot of other stuff as well, and the sex bit is just not my main thing. Once again, I am not the target audience. It's like I shouldn't drive up to the chips shop asking for ice cream, but I live in a town that only sells chips, so I'm sitting on the curb complaining about how there's no ice cream when I should move out, probably. But the economy doesn't allow me to move out (I am hyperfixated) and the only job I can do is make ice cream disguised as chips so the chips lovers come to my shop (I write fanfics and draw Wriothesley with his tits out).

So like. Ultimately who cares. I'm just some guy who feel what I feel, and I want to say it as I feel it

[the-fiction-witch]

I Want You

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sexy

Concept I want you-

I sat scrolling away as I often did seeing the pictures across my phone, they made my blood boil just looking at them. After a while of creeping on the pictures and videos, zooming in on every inch and every bit of information I could get from them I'd had enough stewing. Time to take action!

I got up and threw my phone in my backpack I slipped on my boots and my jacket throwing my bag over my back as I grabbed my keys and helmet. I locked up the little house and went to my darling sitting in the driver way "hello baby" I smiled giving my bike a hug before climbing on and starting him up so he could heat up as I got my helmet and gloves on making sure everything was as it should be. Once sorted I put my side stand up and backed off my driveway and began scampering around the busy London streets on my bike make sure to be quick but not speed. I'd gotten into enough trouble about that lately. I didn't need gps or signs as I knew the way like the back of my hand heading across London to the little house by the park. I sat my bike on the parking bag across from his little white house beside the small green Citroen he had been lovingly restoring currently it under its tarp but I mean… it's a pretty obvious car. I hopped off and across the road meerly jumping the wall instead of using his stupid stiff gate. Slipping off my helmet as I went, I didn't even need to knock as the door was open so I went in and kicked off my boots leaving my helmet, bag and gloves on the bottom of his stairs heading thought the living room, across the kitchen and put the back door into the garden using the stones to walk as I had taken off my boots. The little sheds door was open revealing him sat on his red stool doing some tinkering on his bench. "Thomas!" I yelled making him jump out of his skin clutching his chest in shock in his old faded triumph shirt turning to me very angrily

"Fuck! Y/n! You almost made me fucking shit myself!" He complained "when did you get here?"

"Five seconds ago"

"H-how'd you get in?"

"Your front doors unlocked"

"An unlocked door doesn't mean you can just come in y/n. You could have texted me or something atleast so I knew you where coming holy fuck-" he complained Still getting his breath back "what do you even want anyway? Other then to give me heart problems. Surely you didn't ride all the way over here for a cupcake and coffee"

"No I didn't. But How'd you know I rode here?"

"Your wearing your bike jeans and you smell like your engine"

"Fine I do want something"

"Alright" he sighed rubbing his face "what is it?"

"I want you" I told him

His eyes went wide, his eyebrows raised, his breaths stopped completely for a few seconds before returning to the pace when I made him jump, he audibly gulped. "Wha- what uhh what did you say?"

"I want you" I repeated

"Yeah I thought that's what you said." He gulped "why me, specifically?"

"I need your hands, your tools, your abilities, the knowledge only you possess. It has to be you Thomas"

He turned bring red in the cheeks before At Last he spoke up "really?"

"Really" I nodded

"Okay!" He yelped excitedly "shall we go inside or you that desperate you need me right here?"

"Here so we don't make mess?"

"Really? Ummmm you dirty girl" he Cooes

Before I could protest he undid his jeans and tugged me into his lap

"Ahhh! Thomas!"

"What? Your the one screaming about how bad you want me" he smirked trying to kiss me

"Thomas!" I complained pushing him away but remaining in his lap "I want you, to build me a bike"

"what?"

"I need you to use your skills, and tools and hands to build me a custom bike. Like you did for Jack"

".....oh" he sighed now clearly awkward and embarrassed "...well, now I feel silly" 

"You really thought I rode all the way over here to have sex with you?"

"I don't know, you might have" he shrugs

"You think your dicks pretty fantastic don't you?"

"I try to have confidence" 

"Yeah there's confidence Thomas and there's pure delusion" I laughed and then I noticed "You got prepared really quickly" 

"he saw opportunity. he got excited." 

"so will you build me a custom like you did for jack?"

"I don't know y/n its a lot of time, and money, and effort." 

"Please"

"I really can't its a lot of time, a lot of effort, and travel for you back and forth"

for a moment I rolled my eyes "Pretty please tommy" I cooed stroking down from his shoulders and his chest pouting slightly and giving his nose a kiss 

"Uuhh okay" he gave in "but your helping me every step okay you need to be involved I'm not making these decisions without you" 

"That's perfect" I smiled "Will you give me little invoices? or do I just like pay you for parts?"

"Well, paying for parts, we decide what you need and you order it to here."

"Okay what about your services?"

"Well... I am happy to be paid in favours?"

"What sort of favours?" I asked 

His answer was to simply pull me closer to him and nuzzle himself in my neck 

"Ohh? really?"

"Really."

"Fine" I smiled "You want a payment upfront?"

"Yes please" 

"Alright you go sort the bed I'll lock the door"

"Yes! I'll be waiting princess" He smiled giving my lips a kiss before he pushed me off his lap onto the floor and he bolted inside 

[halfdeadfullgay]

Pepperoni Punks

Chapter three- Just Talk To Me

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Summary- After the movies are done, Casey and Raph go to his room. Casey eventually opens up about what's going on and Leo actually gives some good advice.

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Author’s note:  There's implied Leosagi. I forgot to mention that this is my own take on tmnt, mainly inspired by the 2012 show. This chapter is loosely based on a situation between me and my partner.

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Casey and Raph were now in his room as the others had gone to bed or fell asleep in the living area. Neither of them had talked about what happened in the kitchen or on the roof. “Cmon Case. I need to know at least some way to help.” Raphael said. Casey knew that they would have to talk but they didn’t want to feel like a burden. So they decided to be vague, “I’ve just been picking up a lot of shifts and with classes on top of that, it has just been a lot.” They didn’t say how their dad was trying to get them to give their sister to him or how they’ve been having a few nightmares about when they fell off a building, protecting the other.

How Casey saw it, if the problems were theirs then they should be able to fix them on their own. Casey was laying down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. “I know there’s more to it. Please tell the truth.” Raph was concerned about them. He knew how weird this was for him to honestly show his emotions and concerns but it’s what Casey was working on with him. Now, he just wished that Casey would be honest.

“I’ve been taking on so many shifts since Angel moved in. Mainly graveyard and it causes issues for the next day. It’s like those domino line things and I’m just so tired. It’s too many changes at once.” They explained a bit.

Casey just laid there in silence until they eventually sat up and looked at Raph; and spoke again. “But I mean the main thing is..I’ve been having nightmares I guess..like from when Shredder was gonna throw you against a wall and I stopped the impact but ended up falling off the building myself..” They started explaining. “I have dreams where I didn’t have the grappling hook or it didn’t hit anything..or if I wasn’t able to get between you and the wall in time and if your shell cracked..” Raph took in what they said and let there be a pause before speaking.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” He asked the other. Casey just shrugged, “There were worse things that happened that night. I got the least of it.” They were telling the truth, they felt like they had no right to complain about the nightmares that they had of that night when the others had worse things that happened that night. “You’re wrong. Just cause other stuff happened doesn’t make your trauma less than or not as bad. Your stuff still matters.” Raph told them. Casey leaned against Raphael, trying not to break.

Raph hugged them, “Like you tell me, it’s okay to cry Jones.” He didn’t get why Casey didn’t take their own advice but also understood. He let them sit there in the quiet, not pushing further for more answers until they were ready. Casey felt safer than they had in awhile. They weren’t full on crying, some tears fell here and there but still; it was nice. It was half an hour until either of them spoke again. “Is there anything else going on?” Casey pulled away from the hug, wiping away some of the tears. “Yeah. My dad has been trying to bribe me and shit into giving my sister back to him but it’s her choice now and she chose to live with me. I mean I don’t even see him as my dad anymore but it does hurt when he talks shit.” Casey explained.

They had told Raph about their family and stuff before but never went into detail, especially about why their sister was now living with them until now. “I’m sure Mikey could get Leatherhead to do something about it.” Raph said, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Casey chuckled a bit, “Nah, it’s fine. Nothing good would come out of it.” They went back to laying down and Raph laid down next to them. He put his arm around the other and held them.

“Maybe next you can talk to me before shutting out me or the others.” He told Casey. They just nodded and used his arm as a head rest. They pulled one of the loose blankets over them. They were so tired from the past few months and everything else, so of course now that they finally felt safe; they were gonna sleep. “Good night, Red.” Casey mumbled before falling asleep. “Good night, Case. Love, you.” Raphael said, only because he knew that they wouldn’t hear him and no one else was up to hear him or so he thought.

“You know you should’ve said that before they fell asleep, right?” Leo said, standing in the doorway. Raph rolled his eyes, “You’re one to give advice about confessions. All you had to do was beat that rabbit in a fight” He told the “oldest”. “Hey, that’s what worked. Just figure out what they like, which you should already know and surprise them.” Leo told him. “I’ll admit that was alright advice. Now go away, we’re trying to sleep.”

Leo just nodded a goodnight and closed the door. Raphael was now in the dark, holding Casey. Maybe Leo was right, maybe he should plan something but that wasn’t his thing. He planned to talk to Mikey about once Casey left. Raph had some ideas about what to do. Mainly playing street hockey and getting pizza.

Raphael fell asleep after a while. It was a pretty peaceful night until four am. Casey had woke up from a nightmare. It was the same one as the past two nights. They were back on the building rooftop or well they were falling off. They were trying to find the grappling hook but instead of finding it, they found the note that they wrote for Raphael. As they came closer and closer to the ground, they felt regret. But they also felt exactly how they did when they actually fell, the wind and the fear; and then they woke up.

Casey sat up and hugged their knees to their chest. They just sat there, they didn’t want to wake up Raph; so they stayed quiet. They would talk about it later but for now they went back to laying down. They faced the other. “You ok, dude?” Raph murmured, not bothering to open his eyes. “Just a nightmare.” Casey said. “What would help you? I can’t fight nightmares.”

Casey rolled their eyes, “Whatever. I mean hugs can help.” Raphael mumbled something before putting his arms around Casey. After that, everything seemed to be calm and they were both able to sleep.

[land-of-birds-and-comics]

so about four years ago i wanted to spend twelve years torturing scrooge (and i'd like to say it's in a funny way, but i've actually made myself irreparably sentimental) about that one time donald disappeared. since it's just a series of vignettes i will try and see how far i get :) hopefully not in real time.

part 1 is here

part 5:

The phone rings…

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Grandma asks the boys how they're doing, and they say they're fine. They say they've been accompanying their uncle on business trips. They say they're learning a lot about modern agriculture, even if it isn't anything good. Recently, they had to learn about squatter laws and the legal rights of the undead, too. They're receiving a highly diversified and practical education.

The four of them have a riveting conversation about topsoil and whether it might benefit from the presence of the howling spirits of the damned, at least in the sense of driving unsustainable farming operations away, and then they say good night, grandma, we love you, and she says good night, boys. I love you, too.

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Gyro tells the boys about another prephysical, postphysical, extraphysical or superphysical phenomenon he's been researching every other week, expressing great distress over the fact that he started building his time machine before he fully understood it. Most of the words he uses have more syllables in them than there are people in the world who could explain them, but they listen to him, anyway.

The call is largely one-sided - Gyro doesn’t so much as pause to take a breath during which they could interrupt him - until he concludes, and they tell him to take care of himself, and he tells them that he’ll try.

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More and more often, the boys ask Grandma what their uncle was like when he was their age, and what it was like to raise him, and she can only tell them that he was always going to be himself.

He was always there to help her when it counted, no matter how loudly he complained. It was easy for the other kids to make him angry, and it was easy for him to retaliate, but it was impossible to make him so angry that he wouldn’t come back for them. He could pick up any skill, but only if it interested him, and if it did, he seemed to have little ability to do anything else. He was just as adventurous as them, endlessly curious and heedless of the consequences.

He was her nephew, and her grandson, and… he was her boy, so he was perfect. Just like the three of them were always, at the end of the day, going to be perfect to him, and to her.

He was perfect to them, too, they say. 

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For three months now, the phone has been ringing at five in the morning on the dot every single day, and lately, it’s been waking him up more often than not. Whenever he’s already awake for it, he thinks of the boys and feels vaguely guilty.

He can never get to sleep after the call, either. If he works through the night, he just sits at his desk, head in one hand, and rubs at his little helper’s head while he recharges.

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The moment Grandma picks up, her attempt at a greeting is drowned out by three loud little voices, talking over each other in uncharacteristically uncoordinated outrage. He did it again, they say. What, she says. The thing, they say, the thing, the dumbest thing in the whole wide world that he could possibly do and does do on a regular basis because he’s the world’s dumbest duck.

It was like this, he had the forest, and the plans to tear it down, and the contract, of course! The conditions on which he wouldn’t do it. And he went behind their back to fill the conditions, and then he acted like they beat him. Who does that? And more than once? And why go to the trouble of something so stupidly expensive and complicated as importing endangered birds?

Well, she says, at least the forest was saved, but the kids won’t be soothed this time. He can’t keep doing this. He should know that they’re not stupid little babies anymore. They could do it all on their own. And he didn’t have to do it at all! What’s wrong with him? He must’ve agreed with them, so why didn’t he? 

They just want to talk to him. He never talks to them for real. 

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Gyro has been steeling himself. He’s considered all possible responses: Bawling, yelling, silence. Worst of all, another endlessly kind and patient acknowledgement of the facts he, himself, still isn’t ready to acknowledge, and from people one third his age. He chokes on the words again and again, until, finally, he confesses that he’s started working on other projects on the side, just to keep the lights on.

The boys are shocked into silence on the other end of the line, but mostly because they had no idea that this hadn’t already been the case. He’s not sure what to say to that.

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Did uncle Scrooge ever love uncle Donald? They’re just curious. They just miss him. They just need to know.

Elvira almost responds on autopilot, the same way anyone in their family would: Scrooge is just bad at connecting with people. Scrooge is just too prideful to admit it. Of course he does, and he always has, and he always will.

But she gets the sense that they’re really asking a different question. And she still wants to say it, and she wants to make up for what he won’t say, and she wants them to be a family, but then, there also has to be a limit. These boys do deserve better. Even Scrooge deserves better than to be coddled like this.

Scrooge certainly loved him when he needed him, she thinks, and then realises that this would be catastrophic to say. He loved him when he was there for him? He loved him when…

He loved him on the day before Christmas, when he was just ten years old. Donald had planned a snowball ambush that enraged his uncle until it escalated into an avalanche that almost impressed him, until he felt justified in fighting back at full force.

They came inside soaked and freezing and chattering and Scrooge, having forgotten all about the evils of federally mandated bank holidays, laughed out loud about how he’ll have to get bigger if he really wants to fight him, and he’ll have to get a whole lot smarter if he ever wants to beat him.

Donald said he could beat him at anything, and that one day, he could even be a better businessman than him, if he wanted to. And Scrooge clapped an arm around his shoulder in front of the fireplace and said that that’s great news. He always did want an heir.

And he loved him, then. She’s sure of it. She can’t be sure of anything else.

Uncle Donald always loved uncle Scrooge, they say. Not just on the day before Christmas.

And she says- Well, they were never perfect to each other. Maybe that’s the difference. They always wanted the other to change, and they never did, but they also never stopped wanting it. She’s not sure what to call that. 

The boys don’t say anything.

There’s love everywhere, she says. They’re never going to run out, not if they keep looking. That’s what matters. They just have to keep looking.

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The phone rings…

[myhusbandsasemni]

Meeting your OCs Tag Game

Tagged by @writingonesdreams

Rules: write a short snippet about if your OCs ever met you irl (or in their world, that’s up to you) and write about the conversation they would start with you (or you would start with them). Then tag some people.

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I don’t like writing in first person. But this is my story, so perhaps I have to. First person has always felt so….impersonal to me, especially when you are reading someone’s thoughts and they do not acknowledge the fact that you are listening in on their soul. So perhaps writing you into this snippet will make it a little less uncomfortable for me. Or so I hope. I really like third person because of a separation of the reader and the characters, making them seem more like people in my mind rather than just words on a page recounting a series of interesting events. 

Am I just words on a page right now? Am I myself a caricature of the person putting these letters down on the page and if so what does that really mean for-?

And that’s when I recognized them. Walking down the pavement outside of my apartment, looking at the buildings and counting through the numbers on the doors carefully. 

They looked….. Odd, for sure. They were wearing regular clothes, but Rowan was still out of place with his braids, scarred cheek, long ears that flicked to catch every sound, and he was still clutching to his bag full of books that Luke had been giving him to read and learn from. It was too hot outside to wear anything more than a tee-shirt and your choice of pants so he had his cloak rolled up under his arm, the fur visibly sticking to his arm where he had begun to sweat. And that was odd. Seeing my characters in this much detail. Or perhaps they were never mine to begin with. I’m fairly certain I can’t just create beings out of nothing just yet, after all. 

I wanted to get a better look at the others, but I couldn’t so that from where I was awkwardly hunched to look out my window. I sighed a little. This is going to be a whole thing, isn’t it, I complain to you before unlocking my door and stepping out onto my balcony.

Only Five. Some of the others must have stayed at home, then. Which was good. Dealing with Rowan, Dante, Ander, Ril, and Zach all at once was already going to be a handful and feel a bit awkward. Zach should be able to help some, though, so that was a relief. 

I could see it in their eyes the moment they saw me. They recognized me, and don’t mind me if that made me feel quite wonderful. Important, even. 

Rowan and Ril both grinned, their smiles so similar that they could have been siblings if it wasn’t obvious that they weren’t. Ril waved and Ander nodded before Zach pointed to one of the stairwells to get to my walkway on the second floor. I slowly trailed to the stairwell they chose, wincing as the sun reflected into my eyes from the cars below. 

“Hey!” Ander said, first up the stairs. 

I grinned. “Hallo! Wanna come inside? It’s heccin hot out here.”

“Yes please,” Zach said, coming up behind the others, looking vaguely uncomfortable. 

I nodded and waved them in, and while I’m thinking about it, I’ll invite you in as well. 

My apartment felt very small as we all piled in through the door, and I felt a little self conscious about the fact that there wasn’t really anywhere to sit since the couch would really only fit three people if you squeezed, but this was solved as Dante went to sit on the kitchen floor part, away from the flammable carpet, Ander and Ril took a seat on the carpet, and Rowan and Zach commandeered the couch. 

Ril was chattering away, talking about some bug she’d seen on the sidewalk outside, and that made me grin and I forced myself to relax. 

“So, I am delighted to meet you guys, but what are you doing here?” I asked, opening my fridge in a slightly mindless way looking for snacks or drinks I could offer them. 

“We wanted to meet you,” Dante said from by my knees. “We heard that you…. Were getting prophecies about us?”

I shrugged. “If that’s what it’s called, sure.” Once again, I am delighted that anyone would be really interested in meeting me.

“How much do you know?” Ander asked, curious, rather than worried. Though, since his best friend could see the future, it only made sense that he wouldn’t really mind asking questions like that.

“I dunno. Where are you guys in your story?”

Zach chuckled, and I turned my attention to him. He was wearing a button up shirt, strangely formal. Or maybe not that strange. They did come thinking they were here to meet a prophetess. He met my eyes and I raised an eyebrow at him. He slowly shook his head and I knew not to mention his secret. The others didn’t know yet and I was not ready to deal with meltdowns in my living room just yet. 

“Rowan went and survived the topsiders just the other day,” Dante replied, drawing my attention. 

I whistled. “Broooo, I remember writing about that. Even I was sweaty when I was putting that down.”

Rowan nodded, a bit of anxiety showing up in his eyes. “Yeah, I would rather not go through that again.”

“I can imagine,” I said with a nod. I passed out drinks after asking everyone what they wanted and then sat down in the doorway that led to my bedroom so I could look at everyone. “How the hecc did you manage to convince Martha to let you come?” Upon seeing the grins and the rather exhausted squint on Zach’s face I laughed and said, “Ah, you didn’t. I’m proud of you.”

The five looked at me, taking me in for a moment and I chuckled again. There was quite a lot of joy filling up my small frame. “You guys are all so awesome. How did I get lucky enough to write down your story?”

Rowan shrugged. “The stars must like you.”

“They must. Hey, if you figure out a way to get me to the Balance, can you take me Jakku Backing?”

Ander nodded this time, Ril giggling at the thought of it. “Absolutely.”

“Blessed,” I replied. “Well, I don’t want to talk too much about your guys’ goings ons. I don’t want to say too much, after all, but would you be interested in looking at my notebooks?”

They all cheered and I did not miss the relieved look in Zach’s eye. He would have to tell the others soon enough, but not now. 

Now, onto my favorite activity. Show and tell. If you want to see some of my notebooks, let me know. I can post some pictures of them. I’m quite proud of all of them.

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Tagging @sleepyowlwrites @thethistlegirlwrites and whoever else wants to. I honestly don’t have very many mutuals I can tag in games anymore XD

[beardedmrbean]

Yellow police tape now cordons off the drinking place in the South African city of East London where 21 teenagers died in unexplained circumstances.

A forensic team has been going through the site at the Enyobeni Tavern to try to understand what exactly took place.

There were no visible injuries on the bodies of the deceased, the authorities have said, so a crush seems an unlikely explanation.

Some have said the victims were poisoned, but this is not confirmed.

South Africa's liquor board has said the owners of the tavern would face criminal charges after allegedly breaching licensing agreements.

Some family members of the victims have been gathering at the tavern to try and find out the latest news.

Among them was Xolile Malangeni.

His 17-year-old daughter, Sinako, snuck out of her home on Saturday night but never returned.

"[She] always loved and took care of me when I was ill," her father told the BBC with tears in his eyes.

Alongside her there are 20 other victims in a nearby mortuary. Post-mortem examinations have now been completed but one person remains unidentified and the provincial authorities have called on possible family members to come forward.

The youngest of those who died was 13 and the oldest was 17, according to Police Minister Bheki Cele - but a detailed list of the victims has not yet been produced.

The minimum drinking age in South Africa is 18, so they should not have been allowed in.

"The venue was packed. Entrance was free... and free alcohol was also being dished out. We started drinking and having fun with others," a 16-year-old girl who did not want to be named told the BBC.

"Those that were outside were trying to force their way in. Only two bouncers were at the scene to control the crowd. That's when people started collapsing, they were dropping like flies.

"I thought they were just passing out because they had too much to drink. Many others including myself escaped through the windows. My friends are dead now and we've all been left traumatised."

"They die[d] as they danced. They dance, fall, and die - literally. Others would just feel dizzy, sleep on the sofa, [and] die," South African website News24 quotes Mr Cele as saying on Monday.

The tavern, a two-storey building, sits amid residential properties in a densely populated area of East London's Scenery Park township.

It has been the focus of a lot of community anger, residents said. They had previously complained to the police about the noise and the late opening hours.

It is not clear why there were so many young people there on Saturday night. The owner has been quoted in local media as saying they had come to celebrate the end of school exams, having gone there after a "pens down" party ended elsewhere.

A birthday party was also being held at the tavern.

Two of the victims died either on the way to hospital or in hospital, but the other 19 died inside the venue itself.

They were found slumped over tables or on the floor.

On Monday afternoon, community members gathered in a church hall near the tavern for a subdued prayer service. Between hymns people spoke about the tragedy of parents burying children.

The tavern's entertainment manager, Promise Matinise, told the BBC that he saw people collapsing one after the other in the early hours of Sunday morning. At first he assumed they had passed out from drinking too much and then realised that some had stopped breathing.

Earlier, he said, bouncers had struggled to control the large crowds that had entered the establishment.

Speaking on Sunday, Oscar Mabuyane, premier of Eastern Cape province where the tragedy happened, did not give possible reasons for the deaths, but condemned the "unlimited consumption of liquor".

Visiting the scene, he said: "You can't just trade in the middle of society like this and think that young people are not going to experiment."