#hooray for being not *as* fucked up as i thought!!!!

[stunie]

FIRST TIME’S GOTTA BE SOFTISH!

WIND BREAKER + YOUR FIRST TIME. ft. choji tomiyama, kaji ren, kanji nakamura, kiryu mitsuki, shingo natori, umemiya hajime, uryu sakaki, & tsubakino tasuku x fem!reader

filled requests : one, two, three ; pt 1: togame, suo, sakura, kiryu

contains : explicit smut (18+), cunninglingus/oral, dry humping, fingering, jealous! kaji, muffled (panties), pet name usage, praise, size kink !! lots, squirting from putting it in, teasing

note : wrote for kiryu 2x bc a 2nd part for his was requested !! :> also alsoo . finally writing for keel, uryu, & kanji !! hooray ^ ^ <33

SHINGO NATORI.

“You’ll be fine.” Natori soothes, gaze locked on the way your frame is trembling beneath him. If he were being honest, it only makes him a little more desperate and eager to finally have you as his, but he’s doing his best to push that thought down— doing everything in his power to stay gentle with you. “So don’t be so scared.”

His hands feel big when he runs them up and down your body, lips attaching themselves to your neck as you gasp in response. He’s everywhere in a second— groping your tits, feeling up your thighs, grabbing a fistful of your ass, then rubbing up and down your waist. His kisses are nothing but messy and possessive, suckling at your skin before he’s giving it a harsh bite, shakily exhaling before his tongue comes to lap at the fresh mark. “You don’t needa be shaking like that… ‘m not gonna hurt you, so just relax.”

“‘M a lil nervous, Shin.” You mumble, grabbing a fistful of his hair as he hisses above you.

Of course you’re nervous— he’s your first. But you’re lucky he’s so gentle with you. If it was anyone else, there’d be no prep in the first place. They’d be wet enough anyway, right? He’d just spread their thighs, drop a glob of spit on their folds and stuff his dick in them.

With you though, he’s actually touching you. Paying attention to you. He’s running his hands over every inch of your body, littering your chest and neck in marks and claiming you as his. He hasn’t even gotten to the best part yet, but your thighs are already rubbing together, slippery from the juices that’ve started to drip down.

“And I’m saying not to be so fuckin’ nervous, princess.” He clicks his tongue, moving down until his mouth is hovering just over your drooling cunt. “Gonna give you the best night of your life.”

“You want that, don’t you? Now’s your last chance.”

The way your hands cover your tits as peer down at him with those innocent eyes has his cock throbbing in his pants. Fuck, he wanted to ruin you. Not yet— not until the words come out of your mouth-

“I w-want it.” You murmur, the tremble in your own voice making your eyes widen in surprise. “Please, Shin— need— ah!”

He’s burying his face in your cunt before you can even finish your sentence, lapping at you with fervor as you shriek. He’s so messy, tongue flattening out so he can taste more of you, running it up and down your folds and sucking at your clit— stuffing his tongue in your hole as you scream and yank at his hair.

Besides a wince and a curse under his breath, he’s not slowing down in the slightest. His hands are tight around your thighs, keeping them wider and spreading you even further as he eats you out, lewd sounds completely drowned out by your moans as your eyes roll back in your skull.

“Fuck, now that’s really making this difficult.” He groans into your cunt, two fingers prodding at your hole before pushing in, his hand squeezing around your thigh as a warning when you try to close them. “You’re making it real— reeaal difficult for me to play nice with the way you’re acting.”

KAJI REN.

“ah— Ren!” You moan, fingers grasping onto his hair as he nips at your neck, teeth digging into the skin when he marks you up. “Mine,” he’s practically growling against your neck. “You’re mine. Don’t like when other guys,” he sucks a little harder and you gasp, “think otherwise.”

“Ren,” you repeat, “listen!”

He’s hissing as soon as you pull on his hair, trail of spit connecting his mouth to your neck as he peers up at you through a harmless glare. “We can… go further.”

His eyes widen a bit. “H-huh?”

Kaji’s confusion switches to a choked groan as soon as your hand comes to lightly cup his bulge, cock instantly twitching against your palm as his breathing picks up. He feels warm in your hand, thick and hard as your fingers wrap around him. “Ren,” and your voice is suddenly sending a shudder down his spine. “Please. Today?”

It doesn’t take him any more convincing.

He’s quick to pin you beneath him, eyes widening at the sight when he sees just how pretty you look under him. Your thighs are spread as you invite him inside, peering up at him through those pretty lashes of yours. He’s been wanting this exact thing with you for so long— so long that it doesn’t even feel real seeing you like this.

“S-shit,” he grits through a clenched jaw, but he’s gentle when he lines up his cock with your hole. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“‘M not doing anything.” You pout. “Please hurry.”

“I know,” he snaps, eyes slamming shut as soon as he begins pushing inside, and the growl that comes out is borderline feral, his hands slamming on both sides of your face as he clenches his jaw.

Tight— you were so fucking tight. How’s that even possible? It almost hurts….

“Ren!” You’re reaching up to pull him into a tight hug, accidentally pulling him too close towards you, and he bottoms out in one swift motion, last few inches pushing inside at once and it has you shrieking, head tilting back as you cream all over him— and his eyes are widening, almost positive there’s a ringing in his head when he realizes you’ve just came from him bottoming out.

“Ahh…. f-fuck.” The back of your hand comes to cover your eyes, chest heaving up and down as you shiver, and he feels your walls violently fluttering around his length. He thinks he might be clenching his jaw so hard that his teeth could shatter, muscles of his arms bulging from the way he’s squeezing your sheets. “R-ren,” your words are slurred. “Why’re you’re all quiet….?”

“S-shut up.” He grits through a shaky exhale, and you barely catch the way his abs are flexing with each breath, “‘M about to cum from that.”

“Let.. let me stay still for a bit.”

KANJI NAKAMURA.

“I’ve got you,” Kanji coos from above you, big hands spreading your thighs open as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Feeling alright, princess?”

“M-mhm.” You stutter, leaning back against him when he trails a finger up and down your folds, swearing under his breath at the amount of slick he’s picking up. “You’re soaked. I’ve told you before..”

“When you’re needy,” he pushes a finger in, slowing down when you loudly gasp, “You come to me. Okay?”

“‘M sorry,” you mumble, “I felt too— ah!” His finger pushes all the way inside, thickness curling up into your walls as you clench your thighs shut. “That feels good— feels really good..”

“Yeah?” He almost chuckles, arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from squirming as he buries a second finger inside, wet and messy noises making your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “You know I can make you feel even better, princess.”

“I don’t know…..” you trail off, “it’s big. I don’t know if, aahhh…. if it’ll fit.”

“We haven’t tried, so we can’t find out, can we?” He coos into your ear, and you feel him press up into the swell of your ass. “Would you like to try today?”

You hum in thought, face contorting when he’s fucking you a little faster with his fingers, thighs shaking as you feel the familiar knot building in your stomach. “F-fuck,” you moan, brows furrowing as your high starts approaching a little too fast for own comfort. “Yeah. we can try! But ‘m scared— I’ll break.”

“Oh, princess.” He laughs, fingers pulling out as you sputter a weak protest at the emptiness, orgasm already beginning to fade away seconds later. “You’re not breaking on my watch.” He slaps your cunt lightly, smiling a bit when you flinch.

There’s a shuffling behind you before he’s pressing up behind you, lifting you up and turning you around to set you down onto his lap, cock prodding at your drooling cunt. “You’ve always been such a good girl,” he coos, hands holding your waist to drag your cunt up and down his length, coating it in a thick layer of your slick, “Always so good for me. Think you’re ready?”

The way you grasp onto his shoulders with a little nod is adorable. “‘M ready,” you squeak, “..I think.”

But nothing could have prepared you for this.

The initial stretch of his dick has your mouth falling open in a silent scream, nails digging deep into the muscles of his shoulders as you cling onto him. “K-Kanji….”

“Now, now,” his voice comes out a little unsteady, hands digging into your ass to keep you still for him. “Don’t squirm so much— squeezing me like crazy. Stay still, princess.”

He’s big, your walls forced to accomodate his thickness as he sinks you down inch by inch, feeling impossibly full at the intrusion. You’ve never taken anything so big — or so thick before. He’s rough with the last inch, pushing you down in one swift movement and it has you shrieking when his tip kisses your cervix, thighs trembling wildly in his lap— and you feel your slick drip out down his length and onto your sheets below you.

“K-Kanji,” your words come out slurred from the fullnsss. “Move…?”

“Oh? Feeling good already?” he chuckles. “But don’t drift away just yet, princess. Eyes on me.”

URYU SAKAKI.

“I know,” you huff from where you’re sitting on uryu’s lap, his cock nestled deep inside as you cockwarm him— or try to, at least. He’s got his elbows propped up on the mattress, dark eyes looking up into yours with that all too knowing look that makes your cheeks burn. “I know… that Seiryu’s in the other room. But he won’t hear this time.”

His brows furrow at the blatant lie.

“Please, Uryu,” you plead anyways, trying to move your hips, but he’s insistent on keeping you still and seated on him when he tightens his grip around your waist. “I’ll be quiet— I promise.”

He gives you another look, one that you easily recognize as the “that’s what you said last time” expression, and the heat rushes back to your cheeks in an instant. It was only a couple days ago when he had you sprawled over his lap, fingers knuckle deep inside you as he fucked you on his fingers, and that ended with Seiryu hearing every word of it— which eventually led to Tsubaki and the others hearing about it.

And in the end, there wasn’t a single person who didn’t know what he was doing to you that night.

“Listen.” You stammer, hands balancing yourself on his chest as you continue, “I will this time. I will. Please? We’re so close— I can’t just sit on it, Uryu. Please…?”

You almost miss the light sigh from him before he’s finally agreeing and lifting you, flipping you onto your stomach and moving to hover just above your ass, big hands roughly grabbing at them as you yelp. “Oh. A-actually?” You gasp, a little too loudly— and he shoots a warning look your way.

“Sorry, sorry,” your voice is a low whisper, but he thinks it’s still… a little too risky. Uryu’s reaching over you the next second, roughly stuffing what you recognize as your own panties into your mouth, and he’s burying his length in you the same second, a low grunt escaping his lips when he hears you loudly yelp into the fabric.

Still too fucking loud, he thinks— gonna have to stuff your mouth with his fingers instead. and maybe… just maybe, if that doesn’t work either…. he could resort to having Seiryu help keep your mouth busy.

CHOJI TOMIYAMA.

“Right now?” Choji’s voice comes out breathless, hands latched on your hips as he presses you flush against his aching cock, desperately humping and rubbing against you, “Right now, right? You want it?”

You’re eagerly nodding, rising higher onto your toes with how roughly he’s pushing against you. “Are you sure?” he groans. “Agh— it hurts— need you so bad. You’re positive? I can… I can. Right?”

He’s never felt this needy before— never wanted to bend you over a table and bury his dick inside you this badly before. He’s practically hissing the second you accidentally grind back against him, his senses heightened and he swears he feels dizzy touching you.

Choji barely registers the sound of your voice when you’re repeating a “Yes! Hurry— we don’t have much time” before he’s sheathing himself inside you in one rough movement, your eyes rolling back in your skull at the fullness.

“C-Choji!”

“W-what?” He growls, pulling you back halfway to meet his thrusts as he sets a rough pace against you. “You said you need it, right? Oh— feels so good. Ahh.. can’t stop. I won’t be able to hold back.”

“You don’t need,” you loudly gasp, hands scrambling onto the table to hold yourself steady. “Don’t need to hold back!”

That’s all it takes for him to let go.

He’s burying his entire length inside before pulling out— all the way until just the tip is inside, and he’s slamming back inside the next second, force knocking the wind out of you with each thrust. They’re not steady in the slightest— wild and primal as he fucks you with pure strength, your slick spilling out onto the floor each time time he bottoms out inside you.

“Good,” he groans. “Feels so good—”

You’re squealing underneath him, struggling to hold onto the table and keep yourself grounded. “‘M not gonna hold back,” he grunts through clenched teeth, “gonna prove to everyone that you’re mine.” He’s latching onto your neck, teeth sinking into the skin the second he bottoms out again, and you scream— gushing all over him as the knot in your belly abruptly snaps.

“H-hah,” he’s hissing, fingers digging into your hips as he gives you a particular hard thrust, choking on his own voice when he almost cums on the spot. “Fuck,” he sounds drunk with how good he feels inside you. “Too good. This is too good,” he licks at your neck, “I think I’m going crazy.”

TSUBAKI TASUKU.

“Feeling good, huh?” Tsubaki soothes, “I can tell. You always make the cutest faces for me.”

You’re pressing your nose further into your pillow, shyly peering over it to watch the way tsubaki’s fingers move in and out of your cunt, free hand keeping you open for him as he curls them inside you. He’s able to reach everywhere— in places you were never able to touch yourself, curling against unfamiliar spots and it all just feels too good.

“Tsubaki,” you mumble. “It’s embarrassing..”

“There’s nothing to be shy about, sweet thing.” He giggles when you tighten your embrace around the pillow. “You’re really too cute. Why don’t we go a little further today?”

“Further?”

“Mhm.. further.” Tsubaki repeats, smiling at the way your head is tilted to the side in confusion, only for it to fall back with a gasp as he starts to pull out his fingers, your walls clenching around them in protest.

“Let me have a taste,” he dips down, breath fanning your cunt, and your breath hitches in your throat. “W-wait— I’ve never,” your voice trails off into a mumble. “Never done this before, so..”

“Oh, you,” he places a kiss on the inside of your thigh, smiling when your thighs are instinctively moving to clench around his head. “I don’t mind. I can never get enough of you.”

“Then…” you stammer, eyes slamming shut when he continues to pepper kisses up your thigh, up until he’s hovering just over your clit— and he’s planting a kiss right above it. “So?” he coos between quick kisses. “What is it? Will you let me have a taste? It’s your word.”

He almost missed it— the whispered “y-yes please” that comes out muffled from the way you’ve buried your face into your pillow, and if he wasn’t always so observant of your every reaction, he definitely would have.

“Okay then,” he giggles. “Here i go.”

UMEMIYA HAJIME.

You don’t know how Umemiya giving you a gentle back massage led to this. it had started off with you laying on top of him, his fingers lightly pressing into the tight muscles of your back— which might have led to your little moans going straight into his ear.

He had a feeling that you could feel his dick hardening against you, especially with the way you kept squirming, but he was just laughing it off— the only sign of it affecting him in the slightest being the way he dragged his fingers up and down your back a little slower.

It was around the the third time you had accidentally shifted and rubbed your hips against his cock when he finally stiffened under you, chuckling a breathy “sorry— that’s a pretty sensitive spot you keep squirming against, baby.”

Which led to your current situation, his cock springing out and slapping against his stomach as he hisses under his breath. He’s got you nestled between his legs, head only inches away as you stare at his size.

Big. You already knew he was— but actually seeing it was different.

“Ah, how embarrassing— no more staring. C’mere, baby,” he coaxes, big hands easily scooping you onto his lap, and your face burns as soon as he sets you down on his length, gently dragging you up and down against him. It’s almost shameful just how loud your cunt is, slick practically dripping straight onto his cock from how wet you were.

Your face is contorting as soon as the ridges of his cock start to rub against your clit, lewd sounds of your slick now getting drowned out by the pretty moans he’s pulling from you. He feels good like that, and he spreads his legs further— letting you grind all over him, swirling your pussy over his dick and using him to make yourself feel good. “Haji,” you whine, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“You’re a real needy thing today, aren’t you?” He chuckles, “I felt you trembling earlier when I gave you a massage.”

The way you hide deeper into his chest at the implication is cute. “Aww baby,” a thumb hooks under your chin, tilting you up to look him in the eyes. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. Let me see you.”

“Look at me when you ride me, okay?”

You’re slow to give him a hum in response, almost dizzy from the butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach as you try your best to obey, rising onto your knees to hover just over his cock, your small fingers wrapping around him to line his tip up with your hole. “Nuh uh” he tsks. “Eyes up here. Remember?”

He’s grabbing at your cheeks again, leaning down to press his forehead lightly against yours when you sink down onto his length. He’s looking at you— gauging your reactions, and he knows you can’t hide the way your face starts to contort at the fullness, struggling to keep eye contact instead of letting them roll back into your skull.

“Mhm, juuust like that,” he coos, exhaling shakily when you squeeze around him. “That’s what i like to see.”

You’re finally bottoming out with a loud gasp, shaky fingers digging tightly into his shoulders as your eyes flutter shut, and he grunts loudly. You’re tight. Impossibly tight. He can feel the way your walls are stretching to let him in— can feel them fluttering and clenching around him.

“Hold tight, baby.” He gives you an experimental thrust, and the moan that rips out of you has him inhaling sharply. “Gonna— gonna move.”

KIRYU MITSUKI. note: his pt 1 is pasted here, & i continued it!! so u already read it then just scroll down a little bit hehe

“My pretty girl,” Kiryu smiles when you perk up at the nickname. “Are you nervous?”

His voice is a soft whisper against the shell of your ear, hands steady on your hips as he guides you back and forth across his cock, your slick coating him in thick and messy layers. “Just a little bit..” you mumble, face buried deep into the crook of his neck.

You’re so wet. You were never this wet when you touched yourself, and truth be told, you didn’t know it was possible to be this soaked. The sounds of your pants and Kiryu’s deep sighs are drowned out by the lewd noises your cunt is making when you’re humping so desperately against him, face contorting each time your clit grinds against his tip.

He hasn’t even gone inside you. Not his fingers, not his cock. Nothing— and you’re aching so badly for it.

“Ah!” You gasp when his cock suddenly twitches against you, slapping against your clit before he’s pulling you right back down, moving you back and forth with a little more urgency this time.

“Ah, sorry,” Kiryu’s chuckle comes out strained, his jaw clenched tightly. “It’s a little hard to control myself, I guess. You just feel so good, love. Can’t help it..”

A part of you is thankful that his lights are off. The faint glow of kiryu's gaming leds are just barely enough to illuminate the two of you, and it gives you the courage you need to sneak glances downwards, eyes catching the way the muscles of his arms flex as he guides your hips back and forth.

It’s only when your gaze shifts further downwards that you notice it. The subtle flex of his abs, and just below, his hips. Completely soaked in your slick. Were you really that wet? Your thighs are also trembling more wildly now, and you’re unsure if it’s because you’ve been hovering over him for so long or if it’s because he feels so good against you.

Another part of you thinks it’s because of nerves— his voice sending a shiver straight down your spine each time he whispers something so lewd into your ears.

“I-it’s okay,” you stutter, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders. “Want more, please.”

“Hmmm?” his hum comes out amused. “More? Can you handle more?”

He chuckles a bit when you nod without even a small trace of hesitation. “But you’re shaking so much.”

Kiryu’s certain he’s fallen in love with you all over again. his gaze softens at the sight of you, watching with a smile as your shaky hands move to shyly line his cock up with your hole, thighs trembling even harder trying to keep balance without his help. It’s only a few seconds later when you’re letting out a distracted whine, pleading eyes coming to lock with his. “‘Suki..”

“I know. Leave everything to me, angel,” he says with a soft smile, grunting when he adjusts his position on his mattress, hands coming to steady your hips.

“Let me know if it's too much, okay?”

It’s a big stretch. The initial push has you wincing right away, Kiryu whispering sweet praises into your ear as he sinks you further down on his length. “Oooh, look at you go, princess.” he muses. “You’re almost there already. I’m so impressed.”

The praise makes your heart pound, wildly thumping against your chest as you try and do your best, let your walls stretch out and take him when he sinks you down on the last few inches. He’s easily filling you up, soft hands hugging you close against him as he sighs straight into your ear. “W-wow, you’re warm, aren’t you? Might just have to keep you here all night.”

“Suki,” you mumble, nudging your nose against his neck as you pepper kisses on the skin, “don’t want that. I wanna move…”

“Oh?” He’s tilting his head a bit, hair tickling your cheek as you whine. “You’re so bold today.”

“But okay, if you say so. Here we go.” He smiles, hand gripping your ass a little tighter as he guides you up and down. “You want it like this?” He slams you back down on his length, loud squelch echoing through your walls as you shriek. “Oh my. Too hard?”

“N-no!” You protest, hands steadying yourself on his chest as you start to move up and down. “I can handle .. can handle it.”

He’s chuckling a bit, the faint breathlessness in his voice barely noticeable when he’s moving to start bouncing you up and down his cock, his lips coming to latch onto your tits, sucking hard at your bud.

“Mmph!” you cry out at the roughness— and the two of you are suddenly losing your balance, Kiryu’s eyes widening as soon as his back hits the mattress, mouth still in your tit as you fall on top of him, hands slamming beside him as you gasp.

He takes the new opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist, still sucking with a sharp inhale as you holds you close, leveraging his feet against the bed to fuck his dick up until you, and you shriek. “F-fuck! ‘Suki— aahhh—” you gasp, tongue lolling out as your face contorts, but he’s not letting you move an inch, lips tugging into a little grin at the sounds you’re making.

There’s a loud pop when he’s releasing your nipple, tongue lewdly swiping at it. “I didn’t know,” he says through a pant, “that you were such a lewd girl.”

“So you like it like this?” He slams into you particularly hard, and your eyes roll back in your skull, hands tangling themselves in his hair to roughly pull as he winces. “So you do. I can tell— you’re so easy to read, princess..”

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Nini I want to fuck a demon boy so bad I can't. I'm so sleep deprived and this is the only thing on my mind. The idea of this powerful demon who's not used to being challenged, just ending up ass up face down on the floor, bed WHEREVER. It's not important. Ending up like that is just peak. Also I like to think they'd have sensitive tails. So. Like. I totally.

Wanna make them fuck themselves with their own tail. I think that'd be great. I think it would be awesome.

I want them to get so flustered at the idea of doing it, but do it anyway just coz I told them to. I can almost imagine them finding their own prostate with their tail, and really they can't decide which sensation to focus on. Feeling themselves clench around their own tail, or the way the slightly pointed end slams into their prostate. And bonus points if they cum and you overstim them by grabbing their tail and fucking them so much harder than they could themselves. Hooray, now they've got

your hand around their already much too sensitive tail

said sensitive tail is being slammed into their ass

it's gotta feel so good, they'd probably be so tight around themselves

your hand is gonna slip a few times, which is gonna end up in stroking their tail, which has got to feel like heaven for them

not to forget that you're thrusting their tails directly onto their prostate without letting them breathe

I just. I don't know. I think they'd look so pretty, flushed and begging to stop, even though it's them that keeps weakly trying to thrust their tail back into themselves. Also, they'd look so pathetic, sobbing from the overstimulation. I'm a sucker for tears trailing down their faces, eyes red and a little puffy. It'd almost make you wanna be nice to them. Almost.

But yknow, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And sometimes what a girl's gotta do is fuck a demon stupid with their own tail. (I don't have the same way with words as some people, but like do you see the vision)

~a sleep deprived,🧁anon

You are so smart holy shit. You don’t give yourself enough credit. Fucking a demon with their own tail? Why didn’t I think of something as great as this??! Lemme write down my thoughts for a sec- (btw I thought you are like, very religious?)

Dom!reader x sub!character

You had a long day behind you, and there was nothing sweeter than the thought of finally getting some sleep. All you wanted was to have a good rest, but to your demise you woke up in the middle of the night with something heavy on top of you. “Ops, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh well this will do too.” What the hell? It was a fucking person?? First thing you did was push him off of you and turning on the lights, then you thought this was some kind of weird joke. He had two horns growing out of his forehead, as well as a super long tail with a heart shaped tip. Not to mention the pink, glowing tattoo on his pelvis. When he opened his mouth again, you thought you didn’t hear right. “I’m an incubus, pleasant to meet you~ now let me feast on you, pretty please?”

An incubus, so, in other words a demon. What in the- never mind. He said he wanted to feast on you? Heck no, he woke you up in the middle of the night and is expecting you to have the energy to fuck him? As soon as he got up to try make a move on you, you flipped him over and tangled your hand in his hair, then pressed his face into your pillow. “If you are that desperate do it yourself.” Of course that little slut was into that.

He reached for his dick, but you slapped his hand away and instead grabbed his tail. “MhMngh- aaAAHhnn~!” A surprised yet blissful moan escaped him, face all red as lust fills their already sinful body. Anticipation swelling inside them at the thought of what you might do with them. That’s when they felt their own tail poking against their butt… wait wha? In the mean time you stroked it gently while whispering, “I want to watch you fuck yourself, who knows, I might reward you afterwards.” Suddenly all their previous confidence vanished as embarrassment took over. With their own tail..?? How did you even get that idea! Not even something as perverted as them had such outrageous ideas..!

In the end they could only obey without protesting, trusting their already super sensitive tail into their tight, wet hole. Each time they accidentally hit their prostate, they’d yelp and whimpers. Pretty tears are already rolling down their even prettier faces. Eyes half lidded as they whine, “mhm! Ah-ahhHh.. nghHnn~!!” All while their poor, useless dick is twitching around on its own, making a mess everywhere <3

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omg omg I have a request, jealous!reader being “jealous” of bsf!rafe for bringing another girl over and taking her to his room, like reader was used to it but had enough because of her crush on him

yess omg this w/ jealous kook trio reader !! <3 shes a lil bitchy too hooray !

you think you'd had just about enough of this.

after months and months of being rafe's friend, you thought you were used to the seemingly endless flow of girls that constantly wandered in and out of tannyhill, the druthers, even his truck.

in fact, you'd never felt any specific type of way about it. rafe was your friend, and him hooking up with every girl on this side of the island used to be a couple of things—mostly gross, a little disturbing, sort of annoying. the girls he hooked up with were always clingers, and rafe sometimes would abandon plans with his friends to get laid.

which was completely normal. you wouldn't expect anything less from a guy like him—until you started to get mad about it.

you can't pinpoint when it happened, but somewhere in between the two back-to-back dates of yours rafe crashed, that one guy at the beach party who was happily chatting you up one moment and gone by the next, and a cute boy's number that had somehow been deleted off your phone, you started to get annoyed.

yes, rafe seemed to have some kind of problem with you dating. yes, he hadn't ever said as much. no, you didn't really have any proof proving your suspicions. but something was going on that you couldn't quite pinpoint, and then, before you knew it, something was going on with you.

when had it become so unbearable to watch rafe with one of his girls? you used to turn to kelce and top and make faces, pretend to hurl watching them in the distance. you used to cuss rafe out on the phone for ditching dinner or the movies or a sunset boat ride for some girl he just met. you used to think it was funny, not... painful.

so now, watching rafe chat up some girl when the boy you had just been flirting with was nowhere to be found, you can't understand why you feel like this.

like your throat is closing up watching rafe lean in to hear her better. like you want thunder to strike this girl so she gets away from him. like everything else in the world has just disappeared, with just you, your best friend, and your best friend's new girl remaining.

"are you fucking deaf?" kelce snaps at you, and you finally turn your head away from the pair.

"shut up," you snap right back. "i wasn't paying attention. what?"

"we gotta take this fucking bum home. you coming or not?" you turn, expecting a fully drunk topper laying on a couch or passed out on the floor somewhere. instead he turns to glare at kelce.

"you're a dick, you know that? no really, kelce-"

"why are you acting like there's a stick up your asses, huh? what's going on?"

"oh, i don't know," topper says sarcastically, and kelce joins in with a snicker. "maybe because we've been talking to you for a fucking hour and you've been ignoring us the entire time."

oh. you hadn't realized you'd been so oblivious.

"if you're that worried he's gonna go home with her, then why-"

"shut up!" you say again, with the words coming out loudly, in a rush. some heads turn to look at you. your friends laugh, but you can't join in. you huff out a breath, jaw clenched and perhaps a touch more angry than you'd thought you were. "why would i care if he went home with her?"

"i don't know and i'm way too drunk for this. you coming or not?" top says, though kelce stares at you much too knowingly.

you glance back—though you really shouldn't—watching rafe and the girl laughing at something together. anger trickles over your skin, seeping into your body all too quickly, making everything burn inside you. they start walking up the staircase together. you turn back before your head blows straight off.

"no. rafe said he's driving me home. so he's fucking driving me home."

kelce and topper laugh but you can't focus on that right now. you head up the stairs, though rafe and the girl are out of sight. you even catch sight of the boy you had been talking to earlier—and he turns and sprints in the other direction when you meet him eye.

even more angry, determined that rafe should get a taste of his own medicine tonight, you run up the stairs, pounding on closed doors and opening them up. you catch two couples that you really wish you hadn't before you finally get to the room that rafe is in.

of course he's in the master. prick.

it takes two slams with your fists and one attempt to shake the doorknob so hard you think it's gonna fall off for him to open up.

"what the fuck are you-" rafe stops the second he sees you. "kid, what the hell?"

you open your mouth, shoulders tense and face twisted in anger, ready to give him an earful when you look back, seeing the girl sitting on the bed and rafe with his hair a little messed up.

you're not just angry anymore. you're infuriated.

"sorry to interrupt," you say, looking at the girl waiting in the back. "you said you'd drive me home. i'm ready to go home."

"kid i'm a little busy here-"

"yeah? i was busy too. i was talking to a nice guy but after thirty seconds with you he won't even look at me anymore."

"that doesn't sound like-"

"well it is. he was gonna take me home, but you interfered. so it's your problem now."

"can you just-" interrupting rafe again, though you know you shouldn't, you butt back in to finish his sentence before he can.

"no, i'm not waiting five minutes so you can finish up."

"excuse me?" rafe makes a face like he can't believe what you just said.

you look back at the girl.

"sorry, sorry." rafe relaxes for a second. "two minutes."

he closes the door, and you hear him say something you can't really make out. a second later, he comes out and shuts the door behind him. grabbing your wrist, he leads you out of the house and back to his truck, and it's not until you're sitting in the passenger seat that he speaks again.

"you wanna tell me what the fuck that was about?"

[2knightt]

HII!! could you write the gang with a reader that has an rbf and seems really intimidating/unapproachable but is a sweetheart? they arent very talkative and seem very cold but their love language is acts of service/gift giving & sorta quality time?? <33

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ pretty as a vine, sweet as a grape. ⋄ 𓍯

…REQUESTED: you never judge a book by it’s cover. especially when it comes to y/n!

tags/warnings: people being judgy asf/spreading rumours, gang defending reader with their soul, reader is a softie i fear, reader is kinda shy, probably stupid:3c, steve threatening a manLMFAO

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ READER IS SO ME CODED HELLO also if two-bits part sounds stupid it ‘s because i’m high rn and even if can admit it’s a little iffy

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dallas winston

thought of you as someone to be threatened by at first ngl

he heard of this scary, mean mugged, tuff looking girl and went ‘mh. an enemy🐺😒’

he went up to you one day, acting all tuff and shit just for you to look him up and down and nervously wave

look, he may not be the smartest cookie but he can see someone shy a mile away. and when he seen you wave, he felt like such an ass LMFAO

did he show it? no. obviously.

this is dallas. he’s an asshole.

“little miss tough girl, huh?”

“…pardon?”

that teasing from him DID continue until you walked away because dallas is the type to never back down, even when he’s wrong

expect for the next time you met him!!!!

he was actually asking you your name, where you’re from, etc, etc!!!

turning a new leaf dare i say…

and everything after that was history! cutest scary looking couple ever!

HE THINKS IT’S SOOO FUNNY THAT PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF YOU LMFAOOO

he plays into it sm if someone brings it up bro

“y/n? like..scary y/n?”

“yeah, like scary y/n. and i’ll get ‘er on ya if you keep talkin’ ‘bout her.”

“oh!😰”

he thinks it’s so silly to see you look really pissed off when he isn’t around just to greet you and see your whole demeanour change!!

dallas thinks it’s so cute😭 it’s like one of his favourite things about you!

“😠😒”

“hey, baby.”

“oh! hi, dal!<3”

LMFAO IMAGINE SOMEONE SEEING YOU, A MEAN LOOKING GIRL, SHOPPING FOR MENS LEATHER JACKETS

yuppp spoil that dickhead!😫 he lovelovelovesss getting gifts, ESPECIALLY from u!!!

if you’re clingy, i feel like he wouldn’t mind it. he teases THE FUCK out of u tho!😊

“big tough girl wants to hold hands, eh?”

“…yea😞.”

“awh, look at ya. come ‘ere.”

johnny cade

you might think he’d be scared and intimidated, right? but NO! he’s literally bff’s with ponyboy, he knows damn well what rbf is!

you two are sooo cute together

little kicked, scared puppy with his feral doberman!!!

tells people to stfu whenever they try and spread rumours that you’re scary, mean, and rude.

“you’re dating y/n? don’t you know she-“

“i don’t care, shut up. ‘s not like you know her😒.”

sometimes refuses your gifts.

johnny’s not used to them :( but all u gotta do is say please and flutter your lashes and u got em!!!!

“i can’t take it.”

“please?😞”

“…okay😣.”

and he DOES NOT regret it! he might fight you at first, but he cherishes those gifts with his life<3!

loveloveloveLOVESSS having u around constantly!! since your love language is quality time, you two are always hanging out together.

and, with your scary looks, you often keep the socs away from him!

hip-hip, hooray‼️‼️

the gang was like…worried for johnny at first.

THEY DIDN’T KNOW U WERE COOL THO😭😭💔💔💔

they were all like, “??seriously, johnny?? you pick the meanest girl?? ever???” and johnny was QUICK to defend. “y’all ain’t even meet her, and you’re already sayin’ she’s bad for me?”

when they did though, they were like ‘ohhhh….she really isn’t rude…..oh….’

HE’S SO PROUD TO DATE U THO LMFAOOO

and to know the real you?? treats it like an HONOUR

ponyboy curtis

was intimidated by you.

forgot he was also like you and accidentally glares at people who walk past him LMFAOOOO

You two are like two peas in a pod istg!!

“you look mean from far away,”

“???so do you, pony??”

“…no??”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘NO’?”

mean looking couple who are truly just a bunch of nerds deep down to their soul<3

the gang was a little protective of ponyboy until they realized ur just like him LMFAO

They get having an rbf<3

pony loves spending time with you!

gift him a book and he’ll love you forever!!! (maybe even read it to you when you two are finally alone to help you fall asleep🤍)

he’s such a cutie…..

stays close to you in public because he thinks you’re scarier looking than anyone he’s ever met😊😊.

“cm’ere,”

“why?🤨”

“BECAUSE🙄!”

SCARY DOG Y/N IS REAL.

glares at anyone who goes around telling people that you’re mean and rude.

if looks could kill, they’d be dead already!!!

ponyboy does not fuck around with u i fear.

Sodapop Curtis

LMFAOOO GREEK GOD OF A MAN WITH HIS PISSED OFF GF WHO IS NERVOUSLY HOLDING HIS HAND !!!

he was NOT afraid of you!! in fact, he thought the rumours of you being an asshole were all fake

“you talkin’ about y/n?”

“yes, bro! they’re so rude-“

“how do you know?”

“well, i don’t-“

“so, shut up?😒”

cuz like??? did they not bother to understand you???

soda literally made it his mission to prove that you weren’t a dick!!😭😭

and GODDAMN HE WAS SO RIGHT

you’re such a sweetheart to soda! he lovesss telling people about how cute you are around him since it’s his own way to squash the rumours.

“my y/n is so sweet, you wouldn’t get it.”

“isn’t she the same girl who beat the soc to a pulp?”

“she can barely kill a fly.”

you don’t need to do much to scare off the girls that flirt with him at the DX, just a nice little glare every now and then and they’re already gone!

(soda doesn’t have to know that you play into the rumours sometimes. it’s our little secret.)

steve randle

HATES EVERYONE WHO TALKS ABOUT YOU

he’s petty AS FUCK LMFAOOO

they can’t handle the randle😜💯

“ew, y/n-“

“MAN, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE WITH THAT WHAT DO YOUUU KNOW ABOUT Y/N🗣️‼️”

that was an over exaggeration but you get the point.

gets very defensive when people try and ‘warn’ him about you lmfao

gift him a tool box and he’ll use it until it’s literally falling apart at the bolts<3

no seriously. it could be holding on by one screw and he’ll still use it. he doesn’t gaf. steve will use anything u give him.

he accepts ur rbf cause he thinks it’s SO FUNNY?? like he’ll see you far away with your friends looking all angry before one of them says a really funny joke and just watches your expression change so quickly

one of his fav things ever<3!

two-bit mathews

he makes so much jokes about it LMFAOOO

“jesus, y/n! you sure yer glare ain’t the thing that killed the dinosaurs?”

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“swear i see the devil in yours eyes sometimes. it looks soooo good on you, though🤭🤭”

HE THINKS ITS SO ATTRACTIVE

and he lovesss your sweetheart side sm it’s like he gets best of both worlds

RAHH GIFT TWO-BIT MICKEY PLUSHIE OR ELSE

He’d totally have it on his bed 24/7. his sister has tried to steal it before to scare him btw.

skmetimes just to spend time together with him—you just go walking around town with him while he has an arm around your shoulder the whole time<3

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ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader x !virginshoto you've had a crush on your friend shoto for a long time, and unbeknownst to you he's been crushing as well. not only that, he wants you to be his first time; for everything WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, fluff, SMUT, p in v sex, loss of virginity, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it tho), creampie, shoto isn't a two-pump chump, word count: 2,244 A/N: we've arrived at the final part! ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) virgin shoto is no more after this part... BUT HOORAY FOR SMUT. home base has been HIT. tysm for everyone's likes, reblogs, comments and support through this little series. ily guys!

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

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sure, you’d slept with people before now. but this was Shoto Todoroki; the boy you’d been hardcore crushing on, and a virgin. you felt butterflies in your stomach and awkwardness creeping into your bones at the thought of… well, as he put it… making love to him.

but Shoto had no fear. he’d dreamed about this, even touched himself to the idea. he knew what he wanted and as usual – he was diving in headstrong.

Shoto grabbed your hips, fingers sliding under the sides of your panties to get a firm grip, and pulled you onto his lap to straddle him. you could already feel his hard cock pressing against your pussy through your underwear. your body became a furnace just from the contact.

with his hands firm on your waist, you rolled your hips into him. Shoto elicited a whiny groan as you continued applying just enough pressure with every move – he knew that if this felt like heaven, being inside of you was going to destroy him.

“does that feel good, Sho?” you asked as you tried to bite back your own soft moans.

“fuck, yes baby.” Shoto whimpered, his hands gripping into your skin harder with every roll of your body against his cock.

just as you were thinking you were going to take this slow, give him everything he deserved in a first time, Shoto wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped swiftly you over to lie underneath of him.

you gasped at the sudden movement, feeling his throbbing cock press more firmly against you now. you were sure that you were leaving a wet spot on his pants, so you reached for his belt. however, Shoto beat you to it, making quick work of taking his slacks off and pulling them down and off his ankles.

he knew his boxers were soaked with pre cum, his tip pressed against the fabric weeping and needy for you. Shoto yelped as your hand reached out and palmed him before hooking your fingers into the waistband and tugging them down slowly – painstakingly slow to Shoto.

when his cock came free, you gasped. just like the first time you’d seen it, it took your breath away, and you imagined that feeling would never go away. drool began to pool in your mouth as you took in the sight of pre cum leaking from his tip and down his length. one of your fingers swiped some of it up before you sucked it off in your mouth.

Shoto tried to calm himself down from seeing you do such a filthy action. he crashed his lips into yours, slipping his tongue in to try and feel as inside of you as he possibly could right now. he could still taste himself on your tongue and he felt something feral inside of him snap.

he’d fill you up with it if you let him. you were his.

“take off my underwear, Sho.” you instructed him, and he was all too eager to do so. hell, he’d rip them off with his teeth. Shoto pulled your soaked panties down and past your feet, before unfastening your bra and tossing it to the side.

you were an angel, he thought. you were his salvation, the one he’d follow forever. “I love you.” he breathed out, his voice soft and breaking slightly. you saw the glistening of tears in his eyes and pulled him down to kiss him gently.

“I love you too, Shoto.” the words felt like a breath of fresh air coming from your lips, like they were right to say all along. it felt… perfect.

you swore then and there that you’d take care of him until the end of time.

whatever had been holding Shoto back from following his instincts evaporated with your response. he kissed you rougher, hungrier, and moaned into your mouth as your nails dragged up his back.

the two of you didn’t break contact as you shuffled up your bed, your head now lying on a pillow and Shoto pressing his chest to yours.

just as you were thinking that kissing him was the best thing ever, you felt Shoto’s fingers brush over your clit. your sensitive nub sparked with electricity that sent a harsh pant spilling from your lips.

he wanted to enjoy you for a little first. devour you like the dessert from dinner, only sweeter. Shoto dipped his head into your neck, biting down on the soft skin at the exact moment he slid two fingers past your entrance.

“Sho, b-baby!” you moaned out, arching into him. your walls clenched around his fingers like a vice grip.

he removed his mouth from sucking on your skin, surely marking you for everyone to see, and leaned over your face with a soft smile. “does it feel good?”

“mhm.” you panted as you squeezed your eyes shut when his fingers curled inside of you. “but – mmph – want more.”

“shit… I-I don’t have a condom.”

you opened your eyes to gaze into his, seeing them sparkle with adoration. “I want you, Shoto. right now.”

he nodded in understanding, his face becoming determined as he removed his fingers from you. your hole clenched around nothing and you could’ve cried from the lack of something filling you up.

as Shoto pumped himself, he took your hand in one of his and peppered your palm and wrist with kisses. “’m gonna be careful, baby.” you felt his tip slide between your folds and you moaned at the contact, just wanting him to be inside of you already.

“p-please, fuck me.” you whimpered, wiggling your hips slightly to rub against him. he sucked in a breath and his hand released his cock to grip the sheets by your side.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” Shoto whispered. he stared down at where your slick was coating his tip – like it was inviting him in.

“you won’t.” with the affirmation from your lips, Shoto slowly pushed himself into you.

oh, he was right. this was his undoing. you threw your head back and whined in pleasure as he felt you clench around him. “f-fuck.” he dragged out and he sank deeper into you. his mind was in a state of frenzy, ecstasy washing over his entire body causing him to shiver at the way your walls encapsulated his cock.

“my god, S-Shoto.” you panted out before pulling him down to collide his lips into yours. he was filling you up so so good, and when he bottomed out you almost felt your release snap immediately.   

“s’good baby – s’like you were made f' me.” Shoto murmured between your lips as he paused inside of you. if he didn’t take this slow, he was going to cum too fast. your pussy was already causing him to near the edge and he wanted to enjoy this.

“move – Shoto move.” you begged as you rolled into him, pushing him deeper until you felt his tip kiss your cervix.

“don’t wanna be too quick, baby.”

“don’t care.” you told him; your eyebrows pinched together as you looked up at his blown-out pupils. “need you to – hah – fuck me.”

Shoto kept his eyes locked onto yours, taking in your beautiful face and hair splayed out like a goddess in front of him, as he slowly dragged his cock out of you. snap. with the first thrust, he watched as your mouth parted and your eyes rolled back. snap. with the second thrust, he kissed you right as you moaned his name.

he tried so badly to keep his pace slow, savoring every expression and noise you made. but with the more times you said his name, the more your wet walls clamped around him, he lost his resolve.

his cock thrusted into you faster now, hips snapping into yours. with every thrust, he felt your slick covering him, making a sloppy mess of your skin and sheets.

“shit, so wet f’ me.” Shoto’s head dipped into your neck, weak from the feelings coursing through him. he maneuvered his hands between your bodies where the two of you were connected and circled your clit with his fingers with every fuck up into you.

you were fucked out of your mind with pleasure. every time Shoto struck the bundle of nerves, every time his cock left you empty before stuffing you – this was fucking heaven, you decided. this was the best you’ve ever had. “feel so good inside me.” you whined between pants, your body bouncing with every thrust of his hips. “filling me up s’ good baby.”

“mph – god I’m getting close, y/n.”

as his fingers and thrust moved faster, you felt yourself quickly approaching your own release. “I – fuck – I love you.” you whined as the building orgasm inside of you teetered on the edge.

Shoto brought his face above yours, his hands moving to cup the sides of your head. “I love you.”

“I love you I love you I love- ” with those words, and his look, your orgasm crashed into you. vision flashing white and your mouth hanging open, pussy clenching onto him, your thighs wrapped around him as you screamed his name.

“fuck – baby I-I’m gonna-” Shoto couldn’t even finish his sentence before his orgasms shot through him, painting your walls with his cum and filling you up as he trembled above you. through your own release, you roughly jerked his face down to meet his lips with your own, both of you panting into each other’s mouths as you both rode out your highs.

once the both of you were coming back from the brink, Shoto collapsed on top of you panting. “I love you, y/n.” he whispered, nuzzling his face into your neck and littering it with kisses.

“I love you, Sho.” you responded, stroking your hand over his hair.

you could still feel him twitching inside of you, his cum warming your insides and sloppily seeping out past his cock. “that was… that was amazing. you’re amazing.” Shoto panted out.

“so… you enjoyed it your first time getting to home base?”

Shoto chuckled into your ear softly, his breath hot against you and sending shivers down your spine. “home base… that’ll never get old. only enjoyed it so much because it was with you.”

finally, he pulled out of you and watched with his own eyes as cum dripped out of your hole to plop onto the sheets. he had an idea, something he’d seen people do in porn, and gathered some of his cum onto his fingers before bringing it to your lips.

he didn’t even have to ask before you opened your mouth and closed your lips around his fingers, sucking and licking the cum from them.

watching you made the blood rush to his dick – again. you noticed, and smirked. “already?”

Shoto smiled at you, his face flushed from his recent orgasm and a new, hot desire. “round two? what’s that, a grand slam?”

you were pretty sure he was a god. at least after he fucked you two more times within that night. yup… definitely a sex god.

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the next morning, you awoke nestled in his arms, both of you still naked from the activities of the night prior. you looked at his sweet, sleeping face next to you and smiled before kissing his cheek to gently wake him up.

“mm – good morning baby.” he whispered; his voice raspy from sleep.

“I was thinking I should bake you a cake today.” you stated, kissing his cheek again. he opened his eyes and looked at you like what for? “maybe I’ll put some icing on it that read ‘virgin no more’.”

Shoto rolled his head back and let out a loud laugh. “is that something people do?”

“only funny people. maybe I’ll get a baseball inspired cake and write home base on it.” you joked as you laughed as well. you ran your fingers through his hair as he looked at you lovingly. “but seriously, I’m starving. I want breakfast.”

“want me to order in some food?” he asked, already reaching for his phone.

after you both put in your food and placed the order, you snuggled into his chest, relishing in his warm skin. “I didn’t know I could ever be this happy the morning after.” you told him.

“I’m glad I can make you feel that. you deserve it.” Shoto kissed your forehead, smiling in pride. sure, he’d seen, heard, and felt your pleasure, but he was a little worried that you hadn’t enjoyed it as much as he did. “I’ve been told that some women don’t enjoy it.”

“oh, baby.” you grinned at him. “that’s only if their partner sucks. you – however – are fucking perfect.”

Shoto glanced at the delivery status on his phone, before a wicked thought crossed his mind. his hands began to wander your still-naked body under the covers and as his fingers dipped between your legs he felt his cock twitch.

“we have thirty minutes till the food gets here.” he suggested lowly, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Sho.” you giggled, blushing furiously at how devious you had made him through this whole process. “freshly un-virginized and already hungry for more.”

“I love you, so much.” he whispered into your skin, gently biting your neck and beginning to suck it between his teeth.

“I love you too.” you murmured as you felt yourself getting hot and wet again.

“so, wanna go again?”

“hell yes.”

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ taglist: @ellielover69 tagged based on some recent comments since this is the final part! : @doodlingpizza @mirxsworld @veez-isaitgirl thank you so much for all the support! if you'd like to be added to any of my tag lists send a request via the "ask me anything" on my page! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

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[zoesmp4]

hiiii i’ll throw my other hat in the ring and give you a thg req!!

angst to comfort fic because why not

but like reader is from district 7 and won the 73rd games, and much like lucy gray, used their wits and charm to win the games. and GOD FORBID SNOWS PAST COMES BACK TO HAUNT HIM they end up in the same room with finnick during the ring, and they grow closer and end up making a bond and falling in love

fast forward to the sewer, and reader sees finnick struggling with the mutts as katniss tries to usher them out of the sewer as reader is screaming and fighting to get back to him and eventually runs straight into the pile, almost dying

anyway they wake up losing an arm, but with finnick asleep at her side 🩶🩶

LOVE U BAEEEE

YOU’RE OKAY “look at me, you’re okay.” finnick odair x fem!reader

tags: blood, swearing, htc, violence, use of y/n

a/n: hii pooksters, i have retuned from the dead w/ my first thg fic!! req from my bae gracie, i changed up the losing the arm part because i didn’t really know if i could write it well, so im super sorry for that :( i don’t know how i feel ab this one, but i hope you enjoy!!

god, how you hated the hunger games. you weren’t expecting to be back, but here you were. 

when you had won the 73rd hunger games, you thought that was the end. you thought you could just return to your district, and forget all about the mortifying experience. 

but you were wrong. so wrong. all of that work, all of the trauma? useless. all of your efforts just didn’t matter. your charm and cleverness played a huge role in helping you to win the games. you thought you were smart, but you werent. you were stupid to think the capitol would leave you alone.

they would never ever leave you alone. they couldn’t give you a fucking break. here they were, trying to kill you, again.

them being them, they tried to make it different this time. they decided to make everyone room with tributes from different districts. 

you knew they wanted to cause stuff between everyone. but you weren’t gonna let them get what they want. you told yourself you were just gonna have to deal with whoever you got. 

to your luck, you were paired up with the “golden boy.” finnick odair, in the flesh. hooray. 

you thought it would suck. back in the hunger games once again, and rooming with this guy? it seemed like hell. that was until you started to get to know him better.

finnick was surprisingly sweet. really sweet. he was also funny. and you couldn’t deny it, he was really attractive. “what are you looking at?” you said, noticing how his gaze was directed towards your lips.

“nothing, your smile is just really pretty.” he replied. you felt your cheeks start to heat up. “what, cat got your tongue?” he taunted, a smirk forming on his face. “you wish. goodnight finnick.” you said, trying to hide the fact that you were flustered. 

little did you know, you and him would form quite a complex relationship.

“you win.” he said, while you two were perched in front of a tree, the leaves rustling with every slight movement. both of your partners had died by now. it was just katniss, peeta, you, and him in a truce. 

you brought your head up and looked at him. you two locked eyes before you opened your mouth to speak, “huh?” what was he talking about? “you win.” “i win what?” 

“my heart.” 

that’s all it took. that’s all it took for you to realize how much you really liked him. you can guess what happened after that. that’s right, you and finnick started dating during the games. 

from that moment on, you two swore to never let anything happen to the other. you both cared about each other too much to let that happen.

so when you were all fighting for your fucking life in that stupid tunnel, you were just trying to get back to finnick. katniss was trying her hardest to get you out, but you weren’t leaving until you knew finnick was okay. 

“y/n, you need to go now!” she yelled, holding you back, trying to help finnick herself. she prioritized everyone over herself, which was something you admired about her. but you needed to get him. 

“FINNICK!” you screamed, your voice echoing throughout the tunnel as you finally escaped from her grasp. you ran toward the pile of mutts, plunging your knife into one. “you shouldn’t be here!” finnick yelled, his voice strained with worry.

you ignored his pleading, continuing to fight with all your strength. as you clashed with the horrid creatures in the dimly lit tunnel, you felt fear and adrenaline pump into you. you thought it was going okay, until you felt a tug at your ankle.

“Y/N!” is all you heard before you were pulled down into the water by a mutt. you tried to fight back, but it was no use. suddenly, you felt sharp teeth sink into your stomach. 

it was a type of pain you hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. in a matter of seconds, finnick was at your side, fighting off the mutt which leaned on top of you. he was livid. 

you clutched your side, breathing heavily as a mixture of water and blood dripped down your body. finnick quickly took you into his arms, and eyed your protruding wound. he then reached out his hands to cradle your face. 

“you’re gonna be fine baby, i promise won’t let anything happen to you. jus- just stay awake.” he said, trying to keep his voice from trembling as he tried his best to hurry to the ladder where everyone else was, you still engulfed in his arms. 

“i-i can’t. i don’t think m’ gonna make it.” you struggle to get out, tears starting to stream down your face. he wasn’t gonna let this happen. “hey, look at me.” he said, trying to reassure you that you were going to be alright.

“look at me, you’re okay.” 

that was all you could remember. everything else was a blur after that. you can remember faint yelling, but you can’t quite decipher what was being said. 

you woke up beside finnick. he had his arm wrapped around your body, and your faces were inches apart. your wound was all patched up, but it was still painful. hey, look on the bright side though. finnick had kept his promise. he made sure things got better. 

you were okay. 

[solurae]

four eyes (more to love underneath the frames) : prologue

nerd!miguel o’hara is the talk of the town and i wanna put my own spin on it :D sooo expect a little bit of everything hehe :DDD - HAHA AS I WAS WRITING THIS I REALISED I GOT TOO INVESTED SETTING THE SCENE SO I MIGHT MAKE THIS A SERIES! i’ll just say this is a prologue hooray

IF YOU WOULD LIKE A SERIES PLS INTERACT!!! FEEL FREE TO ASK TOO TO SHARE YOUR MIGGY THOUGHTS AND I WILL HAPPILY INDULGE US BOTH :3

a distinct pair of black, rectangular glasses were adjusted by miguel’s middle finger before it glided across the pages of notes he wrote from the lecture for his genetics class. a class that you both happen to share, but neither of you knew that yet.

miguel o’hara - a man so deep in his books that he might as well be the dean of the dean’s list - payed no heed to anyone or anything that could hinder his focus. the furrowing of brows indicated further analysis rather than the annoyance towards second year business majors. no, he wasn’t the annoying, stuck-up person who would ask more questions than give answers. he thinks they’re wasting their time anyway. he was always the last person to leave the lecture theatre. miguel would be huddled by the professor, covering the whiteboard with punnett squares or outlining control variables for the next lab.

he was only person in your genetics class that had a real chance of passing the course, the scowls of your peers and your friends could attest to that.

you wouldn’t say you were on the same boat as everyone though, your friends were always nagging you to help them but you couldn’t even figure out how you understood some of the content. this specific course was an integral part of your degree and the best chance of impressing the school, you had to give it your all.

you would be lying if genetic sequences and chromosomes weren’t the only things you had memorised. you loved the hue of brown locks that would shine from the tall windows of the theatre, the curls which your eyes would follow forever if he happened to sit in front of you. the pout of his lips as he’d scratch his hair in response to a lab practical that didn’t make sense, only for him to make sense of it hours later.

his eyes were red. it was his most defining feature, and a key factor to why - to your advantage, if you really think about it - people steer clear of o’hara. as much as it increases your chances of befriending him, let alone being with him, your classmates and other students weren’t so quiet about their dislike for the irish-mexican spectacle.

he’s so quiet. too quiet.

he looks like a freak! look at his eyes, bro. what is he some fucking vampire or something?

no wonder he’s on the dean’s list because he isn’t on anyone else’s for sure.

god he’s just so…

weird.

miguel was extremely fit, which was what confused a lot of people when they found out he wasn’t a copy-paste jock that still thinks they’re in highschool like most men of his stature were. his build put them to shame regardless. after being bombarded by women and men of every cohort - only for miguel to ignore them or coldly decline - word spread like wildfire and soon enough people were disappointed that the former heart-throb of first and second year turned out to be a major loser. some people would go out of their way to show how much they don’t like him, and these are people miguel’s never even spoken to. they would “crash” into him walking across campus, try and trip him over and even go as far as sitting on the other side of the room if it wasn’t so clear already.

but he didn’t mind. he was always at the library, the lab or the cafeteria closest to the lab anyway. it bothered you to see him alone and quiet unless he had a question or an answer, you genuinely wanted to be friends with him.

but as the story goes, it’s always these type of men that have a part of themselves they keep under wraps. you just know that there’s more to his brooding and stoic nature, the carnelian shades of his eyes lured you closer as opposed to keeping you away.

you decided to do honours for two reasons: a better resume and the fact that miguel unsurprisingly decided to do it too. you had a thesis in your head and you had all year to test it out.

miguel o’hara was more than just some nerd and you were gonna need more than glasses to prove it.

🩷 — PART ONE!

[punktactical]

i NEED a fic when the reader is ace or sabo's gf, but the reader is banging Garp behind their backs :33

With dirty talk, degradatior or whatever u want

ANGEL , sabo + garp

summary ; sabo loves his girlfriend! she could never do anything wrong ! unless . . . ?

warnings ; 18+ content , older man-younger woman , cuckholding , smut , slight degradation.

a/n ; my first completed request !!! hooray , thank you for requesting !! x))

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sabo loved you, his sweet, precious girlfriend.

you were an angel, an absolute sweetheart. you did no wrong, in his eyes. i mean, the way you looked at his grandpa couldn't mean anything, right?

you were gorgeous, ethereal. everyone could agree, even garp !

he loved caressing your body, holding it close, encasing it under his own. but, where did those marks come from ? he doesn't recall giving them to you.

sex with you is passionate. you're always so excited. recently though, you seem so bored ! is sabo not good enough for you anymore ? or is there something else you're craving ?

. . . someone else ?

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sabo jingled the keys in his hand, humming a small tune. he was excited to see you, but you didn't know, it was a surprise! he was going to enter your home without you knowing and surprise you! he smiled at the thought of seeing you, shocked by his sudden appearance, but not unhappy.

he closed in on your front door, pushing the keys into the slot. he could hear you from your room upstairs, yelling. maybe at one of your tv shows or games. you always got so riled up! laughing, he finally pushes the door open, before shutting it behind him. finally inside of the house, he can hear another voice.

it's gruff and low, much more raspy.

it's familiar but he can't put his finger on it. he shrugs it off as one of the character's from your favorite show. creeping up the stairs, he snickers, thinking about how you'll shriek upon him arrival.

the voices become louder the closer he gets to your room, he can't understand what they're saying as the sound of skin slapping drowns it out. banging on the walls resonate throughout the house.

man, what was your show even about?

he finally reached your room, placing his hand on the doorknob. he couldn't wait to see you. his girlfriend.

his sweet, precious girlfriend.

he turns the knob, the door opens.

"hah- it feels s'good!! want yer cum s'bad!"

heart dropping alongside his jaw, sabo is forced to witness the horrifying sight of his grandfather, garp, railing his sweet, precious girlfriend, [y/n], from behind, balls deep inside of her. the bed rocked back and forth, hitting the wall repeatedly.

did the door opening stop you? no, it only fueled the both of you more.

"b- baby? ah, i didn't know you'd be- visiting, fuck!"

you currently had your ass in the air, while your head was being pulled by your hair, garp's rough hand trapping it into a forceful ponytail.

your face was stained with tears, mascara runny and lips puffy, pink -

. . . sabo always loved that expression.

"shit, ya enjoyin' the view, sabo? come get a closer look, boy- fuck." garp growls, grabbing you by your neck and displaying your nude body to sabo. you whimpered, looking him straight in the eyes, never breaking eye contact. he could see garp's cock pumping in and out of you, a white creamy ring surrounding the base of his dick.

sabo breathed heavily, sweat running down his cheek. why did his pants feel so fucking tight? this should be disgusting, enjoying- watching his grandfather fucking the brains out of his girlfriend.

what could he do? the only thing he could do  . . .

his hand traveled to his crotch, rubbing his dick through his pants.

he couldn't help taking a step closer, finally unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. the tip was red, already leaking with precum. garp grinned, stretching you deeper. shrieking in delight, you wriggle in his grip. sabo's hand grasps his dick, pumping slowly. was he gross? was he sick?

to be getting off to the sight of his girlfriend being fucked by another man, even worse, his grandpa?

"ya like that, huh? you like this fat cock fuckin' ya good right in front of yer boyfriend? dirty little whore- shit."

such degrading words, sabo would've never dreamed of saying those things to you -

his sweet

precious

girlfriend.

( who was secretly sleeping with his grandpa - woohoo ! )

★

[bengiyo]

Century of Love Ep 1 Stray Thoughts

Daou and Offroad are back on my screens. Pond Ponlawit is here. I’m ready.

Hey, Daou looks great.

Oh shit he can fight! The sound effects are killing me.

This woman is very pretty.

I really hope we see this little boy later on as a jaded caretaker of Daou’s character after decades of putting up with him.

This bullet-be-gone rock is so powerful.

Wow, this show is giving us the lore upfront. That’s refreshing.

Pond is playing a villain?!?

Bro, you ain’t get her no good shoes for running, or a proper change of clothes? Y’all gonna try to escape in her wedding dress?

Wow this guy speed ran ruining Vad’s life.

Damn, this Savant guy must really love Vad to give up the special stone for San.

100 years of chronic pain to find the one you love? I do love fantastical romance sometimes.

Thank you, show, for giving me adult Pao and then his memorial. I hope someone "does well in the interview" in this show.

It works really well that San is stuck on where Vaf died.

I know War Jirawat is probably having fun treating San like he's much older than him.

Oof, and he's fussing at people like an old man out of touch.

Wow. Very fucked up that he feels every wound he's ever healed from like this. At least they softened it by taking San's shirt off again, because it doesn't seem like he's built up any tolerance to it.

They were so sensible about protecting this stone. I'm now worried about how it inevitably gets stolen.

Goddamn how tall is Daou?? This girl San saved looked kinda tall.

Wow. Crashed into each other underneath a large red cloth.

Wow, Offroad is still so pretty.

A RED STRING!!!!!!!

I wonder who Vee lives with.

Oh my god is this the same store from Love in Translation?? I'm going to scream. I hope it's still a worker-owned cooperative.

Vee lives alone? Why the extra bed?

I do like the reaction shots from the goddess statue.

Wow, and now they're giving us a Vee shower scene. Hooray for us.

I like how flirty Vee feels. Haven't seen this from Offroad since Our Days.

WOW. FIRST EPISODE KISS??

Oh, that exhale sound was excellent. You could feel something being let go.

I see. It was just a dream. Still, I like them giving us that in the first episode!

Hey, so that was a really great first episode! We got all the backstory we needed, established the rules, set our time limit, and met a great cast of characters. I'm excited to see who Pond reincarnated as in this timeframe. There's a good mix of drama, comedy, action, and tragedy in this that I find really compelling. Everyone is also putting in constant effort into each scene. Also, Offroad has never been prettier, my goodness.

[electronix-arts]

i have the urge to ramble so why not ramble about murder drones

i have many fears over episode 8, my biggest one being is that everyone is going to fucking die, and since im now considered the khan guy, why not talk about him (THIS IS SO LONG HOLY FUCKING SHIT)

ok so funnily enough, im prepared if he does drop dead in ep 8. people have teased me going “oh lol what if khan dies in ep 8” but little do you all know ive been prepared since ep 7 dropped, my wife has improved so much he’s bound to be sniped by liam. i’d be upset as hell and act like a wife who lost her husband at sea but i would not be too surprised if he is killed off

before it was confirmed ep 8 is the series finale, i was a s2 believer and i held onto hope that they wouldn’t kill khan because it’d make his character feel worthless. you see this man improve so much to be a better father to uzi and grow a pair to actually do something; to me, him dying would have made all of that useless, the hypothetical season 2 could have grown his character more if he lived, hell, maybe even show flashbacks of him during his ‘kill all humans’ phase. ep 7 shows khan has nowhere to go but up (or go insane, like the ep 8 teaser showed us)

but since season 2 is not real, i have to accept the fact that yeah, khan might die. so instead of being upset over that, why not speculate how he’ll fuckin die even though him being in the teaser looking batshit insane makes me think he’ll be a survivor. look at him. he will live off of pure adrenaline. anyways.

it’d 100% be a sacrifice, his apology for everything he’s done (which i fucking HATE i wanted him to grow more to become more redeemable to others not [death = hooray your sins are mostly forgiven] but i just gotta suck it up for now)

it’d definitely be for uzi or nori, make sense if he sacrificed himself for both of them [“Turns out, I’m not who either of you needed”] buuut i think it’d be more uzi focused. he was the one who raised her for the entirety of her life, actually tried to become better and changed his main focus to her and tried to help whenever he could after that, he would take a hypothetical bullet for her. it could even parallel to pilot when he left her for dead, now he’s the one dying and telling uzi to leave him so she can save herself and the others (it could even reference heartbeat where she thought he actually died, i don’t know how they’d do it, but yeah. i like that scene in heartbeat, i enjoy characters i love oh so much in severe pain.)

while i like this a lot, i would want khan to sacrifice himself for someone else more than his own wife and daughter. shocking, i know. i make my entire personality based off these idiots why wouldn’t i want a doorman family reuni-

n. if khan dies in ep 8, i want him to die sacrificing himself for n. i want n to be in horror at what has happened as khan is slowly dying in front of him, basically giving n his blessing to date uzi even though the entire planet is doomed.

it parallels nori’s disapproval of the relationship, shows that khan’s views on the dds (mainly n) have changed [killing machine -> bad influence on uzi -> someone who genuinely cares for her, someone who she needed] -and i guess nicely ties up the gift that is his redemption arc.

it makes sense for him to give said blessing, he’s seen how close uzi has gotten with n as well I’m pretty sure when he reunites with nori (plsplspls) after they calm down she’s definitely gonna be like “YOU LET OUR DAUGHTER “HANG OUT” WITH THE THINGS YOU SAW KILL ME” so that’d be fresh on his mind when he hypothetically drops dead.

also i’d feel like him sacrificing himself for uzi is like. too perfect or easily guessable, maybe they could hint “oh yeah khan’s def gonna die to save uzi & nori” when haha sike he’s dying to save the future son-in-law (if there is a future)

anyways that’s it. im bad at wrapping up things so here is what i call my conclusion. if you actually read this i love you so much you will be in my will

[restinslices]

If it's alright with you, can you write the lin kuei trio with a s/o, who is a detective tracking down a serial killer who is going to target s/o and the lin kuei trio's reaction to it.

I can confidently say I have never gotten a request like this

Handle it or he's handling it 

It's as simple as that 

Did Bi-Han let his own father die? Yes. But for whatever reason he didn't fuck with him 

I'm assuming he fucks with you though, so the thought of someone hunting you down is not something he's very fond of 

I don't think he'd have any strong feelings about you being a detective. Not everyone can be out and about fighting people from other realms. Some people gotta do some protective work for the smaller people 

So you being a detective is whatever to him

When you say you're hunting down a serial killer, I don't think he'd have any strong emotions either. He just assumes you'll catch them soon. His faith is pretty high 

When it's revealed the serial killer is hunting you, that obviously becomes a big problem 

A problem he has to solve 

If you're like “No Bi-Han! I got it! Let me find them and end this!” he'll consider giving you a set amount of time before he handles it 

Doesn't know how he's gonna track this unknown person down but his faith in himself is stupidly high 

If you find them and lock whoever up then great for you 

If the agreed time passes and they're still on the loose, he becomes Batman. Get out the way. He got it 

No point in protesting either. Just sit at home and let him figure it out 

He becomes the annoying boss in police movies. Y'all know what I mean 

Definitely finds the person eventually and finishes the job for you 

Hooray?

Honestly I think all the brothers are a “handle it or I'll handle it” case 

Thoughts on you being a detective are positive. I think he can see how difficult that certain job would be 

He's fighting with his fists. You're using your brain. You're both helping people. 

He admires it lowkey 

You're hunting down a serial killer now? Ok. Be safe-

What do you mean you're a target now?

He kinda saw it coming but it's still unfortunate 

He'd understand still wanting to lead this case and he applauds standing your ground, but he's also worried because ya know, you could be killed 

He'd try to assist but at some point he would really want you to let someone else handle it 

By someone else, he means him 

He's a trained assassin. He can probably hunt this guy faster than you can 

Has more patience than Bi-Han but if a lot of time passes and they're not handled, then he'll step in 

He probably would've warned you beforehand that this was something that would happen but as we can see, you either didn't listen or still slipped up 

It's not that he thinks you can't handle it… kinda. 

You're just not moving quick enough 

I think he’d be nice enough to remind you he has faith in you but would vocalize his concerns when it comes to you still working on this case 

Whether or not you decide to drop it is up to you, but he’s definitely not 

Thoughts on you being a detective I think are also positive

He thinks you're doing a good thing

The Lin Kuei can't help everyone. They do more bigger things 

So you helping civilians is great to him. It's a good cause 

I think he'd also enjoy hearing about your cases and chiming in whenever 

Hunting down a serial killer? Well, he guesses someone has to do it 

He'd be confident enough in your abilities to catch this person 

But then you're the next target

I think honestly all the brothers would have a similar reaction. So much so, I don't think there'd be much of a change. I probably could've written this in one paragraph 

He could possibility be the most cooperative when it comes to letting you handle it

Gives you the most time to figure it out and tries to help out as a partner 

Doesn’t wanna step on your toes but if you’re taking too long, he’s gonna do his own investigating 

Probably asks Kuai Liang for assistance 

I’m not saying any of them would find this person in days time, but they certainly believe they will 

Worried about your safety as you could imagine, so he wants you to sit this one out 

He’s probably conflicted, like what I said with Kuai Liang. One part is like “yeah, you gotta find this person!” And the other is like “you need to sit down so you’ll be safe”

Probably prefers for you to do all your investigating at home. Any leads you have you’ll either follow together, he’ll follow it, or someone else will 

I think all the brothers will want to help as much as they could and would wanna handle this serial killer. And by handle, I don’t mean letting them go to prison. You can get out of that if you play your cards right 

The only real difference is how much they let you help after they find out you’re a target 

Bi-Han is like “I gave you time. You’re done. I got it”. Kuai Liang is “I knew this would happen and I know you wanna stand your ground, but maybe take a step down” and Tomas is “I get it so let me help”

This is kinda boo boo. Also I hate their little moodboards I made. It’s sickening

[ghostlykeyes]

Hooray! Requests are open! And I rush like the wind into your abode with my idea! How about this idea? Heartsteel!Kayn x Gothic singer!Reader? Reader is the leader of the Gothic rock band the band. In their video, as well as in the songs themselves, there is a lot of gloom, mystery, and also a lot of creepy themes. There are a lot of cemeteries, abandoned buildings, etc. And in the main life Reader likes to visit cemeteries and abandoned buildings (just like me. Because there you can relax from the hustle and bustle of the city. Peace and quiet). In the clips, Reader often acts as a vampire. I would like to know the dynamics in their relationship) Thank you very much!)

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN: GOTHIC/SINGER PARTNER HEADCANONS ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ Light to mid-NSFW sprinkled throughout... couldn't help myself (but I KNOW none of you bonk-deserving DEGENERATES mind much 0-0 ) ♡ TW: Slight Sexual Content ♡Keyes write less than one thousand words about Kayn challenge (GONE WRONG) (GONE SEXUAL) (TOTALLY IMPOSSIBLE)

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KAYN

Yone's the one who "introduced" you to Kayn, in a way. After seeing one of your music videos, Yone had a feeling Kayn might like your style and sent him a link. What Yone didn't foresee was Kayn becoming instantly fucking obsessed with you. But how was he supposed to resist? You, with your blood red lips and your black lace everything and your haunting, creepy voice...how could Kayn be anything but instantly, painfully in love?

Since your group was much smaller than Heartsteel, it wasn't hard for Kayn to get you to notice him. Sure, maybe the guys teased him for DM'ing you around the clock and turning up at all your shows like a damn groupie until you told him he could take you out sometime...but he's the one who bagged the goth hottie in the end, so who's the real winner?

Kayn keeps a mini silver bat keychain clipped to his bag, a constant reminder of you. Even though your aesthetic is gloomy and, frankly, a little ominous, he still says that your little bat is his good luck charm.

Of course Kayn knows that you scream in your songs—he listens to them religiously, after all—but the first time he heard it in person? Holy shit, he got chills. He knows he shouldn't interrupt your band practice. It was already nice enough of you to let him sit in and listen. But he can't. fucking. help it. "That was the hottest shit I've heard in my life," he tells you after you finish the song. "You're so fucking cool." When the band takes a five-minute break halfway through rehearsal, Kayn tugs you into the nearest bathroom and shows you just how sexy he finds you. Needless to say, you get a bit more screaming practice than you bargained for...

Typically, Kayn prefers the stage to the crowd, but even he can admit that being in the audience at your shows is a really fucking good time. The low, moody lighting, the smoke machines belting fog across the stage, groups of your fans proudly sporting plastic fans and screaming the haunting lyrics to your songs? The atmosphere is fucking impeccable. Plus, in a crowd like this, he can easily get away with going full Rhaast. (He's even started a mosh pit or two...or more. Probably best not to keep track.)

Kayn's favorite part of your vampire-ensemble? A pair of silver tooth caps, shaped like fangs (naturally). When he steals you away from rehearsals or pulls you into a dark backstage corner after a show, Kayn's quickly licking his way into your mouth, tongue dancing along the edge of the metal. "Bite me," he often growls into the edge of your ear as you're kissing down his neck. At first you thought he was kidding, so you'd always give him a light nip and then find your way back to his hungry mouth. But, one time, he smacked your ass as you were working the soft flesh of his neck and you, surprised, really bit down—hard. The way Kayn squirmed into you, panting and whining as a dark bruise started blossoming to the surface of his neck, told you that's definitely what he'd been wanting all along.

Since Kayn's been in the industry for a long time, he's a lot more used to dealing with paparazzi than you are. Whenever you come to him for advice on dealing with the cameras and harassment, he scoffs, instantly annoyed. "Oh, those fucking assholes? If you get in their faces enough, they'll back off." Don't worry, though, he'll do the 'getting in their faces' part for you. If you're out with Kayn and the two of you start getting mobbed, he's not afraid to elbow a reporter or two, or break a few camera lenses. Your management is pissed by the bad press, of course, but it's done wonders for your privacy.

Kayn's favorite pet-name for you is his 'baby bat'. He often calls you that after you do something cute. "Ugh, my baby bat," he says, squishing your cheeks with his hand and planting a kiss on your puckered, smushed-together lips. "So fucking adorable."

Your music taste has earned you the great honor of sharing a Spotify account with Kayn. You're the only person he'd ever even consider allowing to add songs to his playlists, or influence what music the algorithm spits through the radio while he's driving. Just don't steal the account while he's listening (he gets pouty).

Whenever the two of you are hanging out Kayn tries to snag your notebook, flipping through for a glimpse at your newest song concepts or music video ideas. He can't help being curious! You're one of his favorite artists (the fact that you kiss him a lot helps with that), so he's always eager for a sneak peek at your next creative endeavor. Your brain fascinates him, and he can't wait to see what ominous project you put out next.

Anytime you've got a photoshoot, count on Kayn to show up. He loves to see you in full vampire-mode, looking flawless in you Tim-Burton-esque makeup and your platform boots. He's got an eye for edgy photography and iconography, too, so he's a great person to draw inspiration from (even if he tends to annoy the photographers—he's not afraid to tell them if their photos are shitty). Some of his best photo ideas? A boudoir-esque shoot centered around a velvet-lined coffin, a Halloween photo-set with charmingly-poorly-carved jack o' lanterns (carving credits to Heartsteel), a birthday party in a graveyard. Not all of his ideas are so extravagant, of course, and some of his best are the most simple. He's taken a simple shot of his neon eye that you loved so much, you made it the cover art for one of your singles.

Kayn has you saved in his phone under a black heart and a bat emoji.

While the graveyard might be a little too quiet and still for his tastes, Kayn's glad to accompany you on trips to abandoned buildings. He's committed arson in explored his fair share of old warehouses and factories, so he knows what to expect when the two of you break into an abandoned building on a date. He's got a full toolkit—flashlights, a crowbar, lockpicks. Whenever you've got to smash a window or crack a lock to move forward, Kayn eagerly volunteers to clear the way. "You know, since I'm a gentleman," he smiles, sweeter than sugar as he kicks down a door. (You have to physically restrain yourself from rolling your eyes at that.) The two of you spend hours wandering through old buildings on your days off, brushing through years of old, quiet dust. When it's time to leave, Kayn breaks a bottle of spray paint out of his bag. He always tags the building before you clear out, one little symbol for each of you; his Rhaast-grinned Heartsteel icon, and a bat next to it.

[bellewintersroe]

Carlos Sainz x CelebEx! Reader 18+.

Carlos’ ex, world famous model, actress and, much loved F1 presenter, Lila Maynard bumps into him during the Italian GP and she confronts him about his hypocrisy 🙄🙄 (arguments and ensue and we see how Carlos most definitely makes it up to Lila).

what do you all think of Isa’s tik toks? I’m living for her liking all the shady comments, she’s a queen.

“Tanti auguri a te, tanti auguri a te!” I winced in confusion, recognising the tune of ‘Happy birthday’ being chimed out in Italian. September 1st, there was only one person I knew celebrated on that day and that was my ex boyfriend of six months, Carlos Sainz. Fuck. “Tanti auguri a Carlos, tanti auguri a te!”

“Hip, hip hooray.” I sarcastically muttered to myself, keeping my head down and walking out of the hotel, a wall separating the Carlos frenzy crowd and I. Thank god, my stomach churned just at the thought of catching sight of my ex boyfriend. We had been separated for almost six months, and not spoken in five. Despite working on the grid, interviewing drivers I was strictly able to avoid the Ferrari garages, occasionally I’d go speak with Charles, but it was difficult seeing as Carlos was always nearby, watching me with these puppy eyes that made me want to gauge my eyes out. You see, Carlos seemed to move on pretty quickly with a beautiful model, our two year relationship clearly meaning nothing more than one month to him. Four weeks. That’s all it took, it sickened me to the core. I still had an internalised anger directed towards him, but it was squashed when I stepped out from behind the wall and was suddenly face to face with an innocent looking Carlos.

Hooray…

My breath hitched and out of pure panic, I began with a breathless; “happy-” but I was cut off when a beautiful, tall brunette appeared by Carlos’ side. Carlos looked stunned, mouth open as his eyes were wide staring at me. The girl looked me up and down before staring right back to the Spanish man. She hooked her arm around his protectively. My jaw fell slightly agape and I nudged my chin up in acknowledgement. “-Birthday.” The words fell flat, as did the harsh pounding of my heart. It dropped all the way to the bottom of my stomach as I turned away in a revolted shock.

I strode straight past him, plastering the most fake smile over my face as I waved to people yelling out my name. As soon as I climbed in the back of the car I was a trembling mess. Jesus fucking Christ, that couldn’t have been more awkward. I felt the tears well up as I stared directly down to my cream pants, the camera flashes from out the window capturing me in the most vulnerable moment as I attempted to shield my face, swiping at the tears. Hours later, the images were sprawled all across social media. Images of my head down, tears stained down my cheeks, images of me directly across from Carlos, stood face to face with him and the girl pinned as his new ‘lover’. It wasn’t the same girl as I’d seen all over tik tok, Instagram and Twitter all those months ago. Still, it bothered me. Really bad. It seemed social media was having a frenzy over the cringe worthy interaction, people were trolling Carlos saying it was his ‘birthday canon event’ to bump into me. I truly had no desire to head out that evening, but I knew wallowing in a hotel room on a Friday night would do me no good, so I was two glasses of wine down with three of my friends when I heard a very familiar tune. “Tanti auguri a te…” I groaned, dropping my head onto my arm, rested on the table below. “End my fucking life. Now.” I muttered.

“Oh, Lila.” Taylor sighed, twisting a strand of my hair. Listening to what seemed to be the whole bar singing happy birthday to my ex boyfriend was the final straw for me, I took off early. But not before I took one final trip to the toilet.

On my way out, I audibly sighed at the heavy feeling lingering over my chest. When would this ever end? I pushed my lipgloss and phone back into my bag as I stepped out from around the corner. I wasn’t looking where I was going and bumped directly into another body.

“Oh, fuck!” I blinked a few times, stepping back. “I’m so sorry-” my apology fell flat when I looked up and caught sight of the stranger- stranger.

“I- wanted to talk to you…” two pairs of familiar hands were on my shoulders, easing me as my stomach filled with nerves instantaneously. It was Carlos. He must’ve heard the way my breath hitched, his hands slowly dropping as we just stared back to one another.

“Talk to me?” I swallowed, “in the girls bathroom?”

“Actually… here is fine, Lila.” My eyes fluttered shut as I pitched the bridge of my nose momentarily. “I- look, happy birthday and well done in practice and all, but- I-I really don’t want to do this Carlos.” I admitted as he swallowed harshly. The first thing that gave away he was nervous.

“I just wanted to say sorry from earlier.” The Spanish man muttered. I avoided looking at him, if I stared for too long I’d fall in love or a deep hatred all over again for him. Maybe both. I didn’t want to know how his hair was longer, or his smile didn’t blossom so big anymore- the small details like scars, freckles, things that would all come back to me if I looked at him a little too long.

“Why? What-what about earlier?” I stammered.

“I saw you upset. I don’t want to make you upset.” My jaw tensed as I stared down to the floor below. “I- can you look at me?” He attempted to reach forwards, but I took a whole step back.

“No.”

“No?”

“No, Carlos. I can’t.” I responded firmly. “You can’t look at me?” He sounded hurt now, exactly how I’d been feeling all day. For the past six months in fact. Maybe I was being irrational, but it didn’t bother me to care, I felt so humiliated and betrayed by this man, worst of all I still loved him. If I looked back at him I know I’d break down.

“Please.” He lowered his voice, stepping ever so slightly forwards as I felt my eyes prick, my teeth grinding down on a certain point of my cheek to prevent any from falling. “Let me explain, Lila, everything.” His voice was on edge, cracking with each word. There went the tears. I blinked up, rolling my eyes at my pathetic ability to hold any tears away. I wiped at the one that fell quickly. He looked taken back, saddened, just as he was about to reach forwards to console me, I thought, fuck it, what’s the point in holding back now? “Explain what? How you moved on after four fucking weeks Carlos? Or-or why you’re talking to me when your fucking girlfriend is sat in there.” My hand gestured as I spoke harshly. I stared directly back to him, he was shaking his head in rejection of my words and it fired me up almost instantly. “No-”

“Oh, don’t even try to deny it. I saw everything, all the models, all the yachts, were you spiteful of me?? For making the decision to end something that wasn’t fucking leading anywhere?” Maybe that wasn’t so correct, but in my blinded rage I didn’t care, I wanted my words to be as harsh as possible. I wanted to cause maximum disruption the way he’d caused me. Maybe that was the wine talking… or maybe it wasn’t… “No, no.” He shook his head, the frustration growing on his face. “We are not doing this here, bebé.” The accidental pet name flew a dagger directly into my chest, twisting and snagging on my heart the longer I stared back to him.

“I’m not your-” I cut myself off seeing another, oddly familiar face walking around the corner. I was sure she was extremely familiar to Carlos too.

“Carlos… what’s going on?” The English girl questioned, she eyed back to me and in that moment I felt uncomfortably sorrowful for her. She hadn’t exactly done anything wrong.

“I’m just… sorting some things out, I’m sorry, you should go.” He muttered as I cringed for the girl, my stomach churning at the rejection. Although it was deep down what I wanted, that was an extremely spiteful thought of me.

“Okay.” She awkwardly spoke, eyeing me up once more. “I am sorry.” Carlos muttered. “Um… it’s fine.” The poor girl paused for a couple more seconds, obviously contemplating what the hell had just happened. I could only stare at the wall in complete awkwardness, questioning how this could possibly get any worse? Part of me just wanted to walk away, the other part of me physically and emotionally couldn’t. Carlos let out a deep sigh once she’s headed around the corner, away from the two of us. “I had only met her twice.” He spoke, much calmer now. “That was mean.” “I know..” he quietly spoke as a silence took over us when a few more people walked past to go into the toilets.

“Was that who I thought it was?” One girl muttered to her friend, her voice echoing down the hallway. “Should we ask for a picture?”

“Lila, please. Can we go somewhere quieter.” Carlos asked at the perfect time. Hearing the girls turning around I or back up to him, desperate to avoid the eyes of onlooker that could spread dreaded tales around social media. Carlos took me to an empty room upstairs, nobody was there, no staff, nothing. He locked the huge wooden door behind us both as I awkwardly lingered by a table. It must’ve been some kind of function room, a small one that wasn’t in use. I was positive we weren’t allowed up here, but from the looks of things, nobody noticed, and the cameras were all pulled from their hinges, hanging off wires sadly. “I had only met her twice.” Carlos repeated his words from downstairs. I leant back on a table as he stood in front of me, pacing slightly. “And your girlfriend on the yacht?” I stared to the ground below. You could feel the vibrations from the music, and as the clock was striking 9 I slowly lost any desire to be in here.

“Not my girlfriend.” He shook his head. “I needed a- distraction.” He fumbled over his English slightly as my heart swelled. I dragged my nails slightly over the skin in a bid to rid the warm feeling.

“Estaba enojado.” (I was angry). His voice sounded more deflated as he stood still, picking the wood of the table below. “Why?” My voice borderline whispered. “Because…” he began in English again but his voice came to an abrupt stop. “Porque pensé que ya no me amabas.” (Because I thought you did not love me anymore).

It took me a couple seconds to piece the Spanish together. “What does that-” I froze, head tilting up to him. “You didn’t think I loved you anymore?”

Carlos shook his head, tensing his jaw as he stared down to the table below. “So-so you wanted to back at me?” My voice lowered, the anger sizzling out of my body. The thought of him believing I didn’t love him hurt. It made me feel sorrowful, remorseful, and for the first time, understanding of why he did what he did.

Carlos now nodded with a yes and I pushed myself to stand up straighter, so we were a little closer. “I always loved you. I still do.” I watched his movements stop at my admission.

“That’s why it just hurt so bad to- to see them in my place after four weeks.”

“It was 3.” He then commented as I froze again. “3 weeks. If we are being honest.”

A dizziness ran through me, a sickness like no other as I stared back to him now, bottom lip trembling.

“Me convierte en una mala persona.” “Stop with the Spanish, I don’t understand.” My voice trembled as his head snapped up. He always spoke Spanish as a safety barrier, so I couldn’t exactly always tell what he was opening up about, especially when he was nervous. “It makes me a bad person, Lila.” He reached out, smoothing a hand over my cheek. I shook my head as a ‘no’ but he had already began nodding. “Yes.”

I nudged his hand away, my head dropping as I let out as light sob. “No, no, no.” He panicked, “ven aquí.” (Come here). Carlos pulled me into his chest as I attempted to hold back the cries I wanted so desperately to let out.

“No, no, no.” He muttered again, rubbing up and down my bare arm as I took a deep breath, wiping under my eyes carefully. “They didn’t come close.” Carlos then spoke. “They didn’t come close to you. I love you, and always you.” His words festered something deep inside of me, a feeling that I couldn’t control. It was the exact same warmth and comfort I felt around him, the way our soul’s felt connected- it was an irreplaceable feeling to say the least.

“Carlos.” I whispered, turning up as he began using his thumbs to swipe away my tears. “I hate you.” I whispered, the words lacking any sense or meaning as he sadly smiled, running a hand down my hair. “I know.”

“I really hate you.” I pathetically spoke, both his hands holding either side of my face. He looked mesmerised, strands of hair was brushed over my face, his mouth was agape as we both stepped closer.

“I know.” Carlos muttered even quieter, his head dropping as my eyes fell onto his lips. On my toes, I met him half way. I love you… I didn’t know what was happening in that moment, but it was like we automatically met half way, our lips landing on one another’s in a hungry kiss. Our teeth clashed dramatically, body’s bouncing against the tables and chairs behind us, all without breaking apart the kiss.

My hands pulled him closer, desperate to feel him, all of him. One of his hands firmly held the back of my head, the other pulled my waist into his, forcing our bodies tightly together. A desperation inside me mixed with how heated the kiss was had my hands flying towards his belt. “Please. Carlos, please.” I whispered, giving into all attempts of putting a barrier up. I needed him, and he needed me. He let out a slight moan of agreement, refusing to the break the kiss.

I began undoing his belt swiftly, feeling his hands tug up on the short dress I wore as he fell to his knees. My hands disconnected from his belt and held onto the table behind me for stability. My breathing was heavy and laboured, and I couldn’t even think straight as he yanked my underwear down, not even getting them fully off my legs before his mouth attached to my pussy.

“Oh- fuck.” I gasped, eyes rolling back at the pleasurable sensation. His tongue was warm and wet against my core, his fingers tightened around my hips, yanking them up onto the table once he’d freed me from my underwear. I didn’t bother being quiet, the music downstairs would drown out my moans, and I was pretty sure nobody would venture up here anyway.

“Carlos.” I gasped, my fingers tugging on the ends of his long hair, the familiarity driving me insane as I dropped my head back, riding his mouth as he slurped and licked, groaning against my pussy as he pushed his mouth deeper, sucking and nipping.

I let out a cry of pleasure, tugging harshly at his locks until he let out a moan at the pain, breaking apart. He stared at me for a second, a look of complete shock in his eyes. There was a second just of our heavy breathing before he moved back in, pushing my thighs further apart, biting at my flesh, kissing and licking.

“Please.” I begged for nothing in particular. “Please, please.” My head fell up to the wooden roof, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt him move up, the sound of his belt fully unbuckling stirred me again, Carlos tucked his hand, engulfing the back of my head and pushing his forehead against my own.

“Nadie comparado contigo.” (Nobody compared to you). I moaned at the familiarity of his words, feeling the tip of his cock push against my entrance.

“Te amo. te amo.” (I love you. I love you). Carlos filled me up, wiping at the tear stains on my cheeks, lips pressed against to my forehead as his hot breath fanned against my skin. I shuddered at the fullness he made me feel, fingers snatching at the smooth of his shirt, bunching it up as it untucked from his pants below. I kissed him tenderly, feeling the thrusts of his hips begin. Carlos moved closer, nudging his face up against the side of mine, lips brushing against the shell of my ear. With each moan and breath he took, it heightened my own pleasure.

Our breaths and pants mixed together, the table squeaked and scraped on the floor below, Carlos slammed a hand down, groaning as he bit into my shoulder, pushing down the spaghetti straps as I freed my breasts, allowing him to grab a handful. His eyes roamed over my face, my eyes, lips, breasts, where he fucked into me, he was beginning to sweat, moving constantly between kissing me and pulling back to thrust into me faster, harder. I was in intense bliss, my pussy tightened and clenched constantly, with each tension Carlos would groan, gripping onto my arm tighter as he fucked harder into me.

“Fuck me, Carlos- oh my- god!” I whined, hearing him moan properly, his legs hitting against the table causing it to screech harder against the floor. We were loud, animalistic, soon enough, Carlos had spun me around and fucked into me from behind as I grasped onto the table for support.

The press of his cock constantly slamming against my g spot made me yell out in pleasure, breathing harshly. “Quiero que te corras para mi.” He dirty talked, arching over my body to press against my own. His fingers slotted under me, rubbing over my aching clit as I bucked my hips wildly back into his.

“Please, please, Lila.” He begged as I choked out a moan, my eyes screwing tightly shut. He was fucking harshly into me, skin slapping against my own as one of his hand trembled against my shoulder, gripping my harshly. Something about his begs and groans had the knot in my stomach tightening harsher than ever. His fingers worked against my clit, faster and faster as I gasped out loud.

“Oh fuck- Carlos-” I borderline slurred, crying out as I dropped a hand over his fingers, feeling one of his curling over mine. My legs were shaking and I felt paralysed with tension as it took one more thrust before I was tipping over the edge, crying and moaning out, gasping and pleading his name as I came undone, my orgasm paralysing my whole body. My pussy throbbed, his thrusts continuing as Carlos’ groaned became louder. “Cum inside me, I want you inside of me.” I choked out, coming down from my overwhelming orgasm. Carlos’ hand slapped against my ass, gripping me closer as he slammed his hips into mine before letting out a loud growl and unloading his seed inside of me. High on his orgasm, Carlos fell on top of me, panting and moaning as he slowly bucked his hips through the pleasure. I was a gasping, sweating mess, my eyes closed as I rested on my hand which was flat to the table, letting out one last coo of a moan feeling Carlos’ lips press to my upper back.

We remained in that position for a few more moments before my legs began to tremble with the ache of half kneeling on the table, the other supporting me with the tip of my toe touching the floor. My heel had falling off during the love making, so when I stepped down I fell straight onto the cold of my feet. Carlos shifted, lifting his body off me as I turned around, standing up as I brushed my hair down. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, there was an element of shock to the whole situation, it all happened so fast. I bit down on my lip, watching him tug his boxers back over himself and his jeans back up, zipping and doing the button. He paused before he did his belt, glancing back up to me. Carlos reached out, smoothing my hair down on one side with a soft smile. I offered one back, pulling my dress straps back over my shoulders.

Carlos’s eyes dropped to my ribcage before I covered myself with my dress. “New tattoo?” He poked at the skin, “Mmmh. A couple months ago.” I shyly spoke, giggling when he eyed up my breasts slightly.

“Don’t.” I quietly spoke, but it didn’t have much authority behind it. “I have seen it all before.” He turned his head away when I asked him to, fastening his belt.

“Still.” My lips were crooked as I awkwardly searched for my underwear, feeling his seed spill out of me as I grimaced. “Here.” Carlos smiled, handed me the black fabric over, holding it out on his palm when he retrieved it from the floor. Embarrassed, I swiped it from his hold, pulling them on quickly as they caught the liquid that was beginning to seep out of me. I cringed, uncomfortable with the sensation as Carlos let out a small laugh, tucking his shirt back into his pants.

I glanced up, smiling shyly before looking around the room a little awkwardly. “¿Estás bien?” (Are you okay?). “Sí.” I giggled as he let out a closed mouth exhale of laughter, buttoning up his shirt which had popped open previously.

“Are you?”

“Sí.” He nodded, sighing and glancing back to me. “I don’t really hate you.” I muttered after glancing over his face. Carlos hummed in laughter in response, reaching out and swiping his thumbs under my eye. The gentle movement made my heart flutter as I couldn’t help but properly gaze over his face, disbelief setting in as I watched back to my ex boyfriend.

“I don’t.” I shrugged, feeling swipe what must’ve been fallen mascara. His hand rested on my cheek, moving in to kiss me softly as I felt myself swooning even harder. “Will you come with me tomorrow- ah with me to qualifying?” The Spanish man asked.

I felt my chest tighten, I reached out to soften the crease in his white shirt. “You want me to?”

“I want you to.” Carlos seriously nodded as I nodded. “Okay.” I whispered. He smiled again, taking me by the hand and easing me forwards, unlocking the door we locked. We didn’t really acknowledge the fact we’d just fucked like rabbits in such a public area, the two of us escaped the bar, giggling and ignoring the paparazzi. “You come out here with one girl and leave with another.” I kicked his foot, resting my hand over his thigh.

“Don’t say that.” He very quickly spoke, clearly looking a little awkward as we shared a laugh. I leant forwards, kissing his cheek. “Happy birthday, Carlos….”

The whole ‘ex boyfriend’ didn’t last too much longer after that, it was clear to say hooking up in a run down, attic bar magically solved something between Carlos and I…

[lazywitchling]

“So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?”

(Yes I did just order a pot pie from the chicken fast food place. I’m watching 12 hours of movies, I ain’t cooking a whole pot pie!)

Okay. Look.

When I was younger, my cousin bitched about elves at Helm’s Deep not being in the book, but I didn’t think it mattered because it’s cool and I liked elves and it made me the fun kind of sad when Haldir died.

But now I get why. (I mean, ultimately it’s a fictional story so it doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of life, blah blah, you get the drill. I will complain about this, but I don’t care if you like it, ya dig?)

So here’s the thing. Theoden’s whole storyline throughout this movie and into the next is that he does not believe anyone will help him. Gondor could have come to save his people, but they didn’t. Rohan was left on its own, and people died, and that sucks. So Theoden has succumbed to the depressive thoughts of “We’re all gonna die anyway, why bother fighting?” (Hey that’s a major— actually THE major point of this whole story!!) He has hidden his people away to hide because he knows fighting is futile because they will be alone.

It’s a big deal when he agrees to go out and fight alongside Aragorn as the Uruks are about to overwhelm the keep. I said last year, Tolkien’s brand of hope is the difference between “I only have one hit point left :(“ and “I still have one hit point left >:)” Theoden STILL has no reason to believe help is coming, but he chooses to act like it is anyway, because the alternative is just curling up and dying right there. And he is rewarded, because Gandalf shows up with reinforcements!! Eomer, who has every reason to hate Theoden, brought all the riders to help! Everyone is saved! Hooray!!

But the damn elves show up in the middle of Theoden’s “Aw nobody will help us :(“ thing. And then elf help arrives. And he goes “Yay, help is here!!” And then nobody really mentions the elves again except for Haldir’s brief dying scene, and Theoden is right back in his “Aw nobody will help us :(“ thing. It just slaughters the pacing of the story, and Theoden’s arc along with it.

Furthermore, the elves say they were sent by Elrond, who has chosen to have the elves fight alongside mortals once again to honor old alliances! Except that Elrond isn’t really participating in this portion of his own character arc, and in fact doesn’t reach that “idk maybe mortals aren’t so bad after all” point until RotK. So it’s somehow fully out of character for him at this point even though he’s not even there.

ADDITIONALLY, it fucks up ARWEN’S story, because the whole thing with her is that she has to choose between sailing to the undying lands and being with her people forever but losing Aragorn, or staying with Aragorn who will eventually die and then she has no one left and no way to get to the undying lands and will never see her family again and will just live until the heat death of the universe. See, I’m pretty sure (don’t quote me on this) that there’s like… a respawn thing that happens with Tolkiens elves. They’re not only ageless, they’re unkillable. They CANT die. That’s why Arwen’s choice is so difficult. She couldn’t even live out life with him and then jump off a bridge after he dies so she doesn’t have to see the heat death of the universe. She’s literally stuck.

But friggin Haldir takes a sword to the head and has a sad death moment, and then I’m left wondering why everyone is pestering Arwen so much. If elves can die, then she has no problem.

I’m pretty sure it messes up other storylines too, but my pot pie is getting cold.

[desire-mona]

heard we were making house ocs and ive had a dingus floating around in my head since january so i FINALLY got around to actually making a proper ref sheet. i present my silliest

Dr. Nanette "Ninny" Amesbury :3

more under cut !

big warning lore n backstory n stuff is very bare bones and not all the way there cuz im #lazy

birthday is vague but lets go with ~35 circa s2

if i had a nickel for every oc i had who had absent parents and was raised catholic by their grandparents, id have two nickels. unintentional that it happened twice i sorta forgor the other one's lore for a bit and now its stuck so ummmmm sorry laney. wont be going into childhood bc i havent come up w that yet and honestly i dont care to!!! yada yada yada catholic guilt but not in the chase way bc she hasnt left the church n likely never will

ummmm relationship chart + template

lets just quick go over some relationship highlights cuz some are def more important than others

wilson: mr president a 4th ex wife has hit the james wilson. when were they married? ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm 😁

but they were married for like. 3 years? YES it ended bc he cheated but nin also wasn't the best either her ass was literally never ever there she was ALWAYS at work (like more than normal doctor amounts of at work - only came home to sleep and even that was only 4x a week(also worked at a different hospital))

tw suicide for next part bee tee dub

a big part of the beginning of their relationship was (big surprise) wilson's attraction to what he THOUGHT was neediness but was literally just nin wanting (and trying) to kill herself lol. once the magic of all that went away (perceived independence thats rly just #bottling shit up) he was just kinda like oh :/ its not cool to have a mentally ill wife anymore :/ i was expecting ramona flowers :/ or whatever. so infidelity impact font, hijinks and moving away for [amount] years ensue before nin being hired at ppth as the head of pediatrics. brief fwb situation w wilson Again b4 she finds out shes a lesbian at the end of like. s2.

oh yeah she also tries to kill herself again once she figures it out (see catholic guilt mention) but its cool she lives

cuddy: GAAAAAYYYYY GAAAAYYYYYYY GAY!!!!! DR AMESBURY WANTS TO FUCK THIS WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its one sided tho boooooo cuddys briefly like Wait ? just b4 nin moves away at the end of s6 roughly but shes already. thats done its not happening.

kutner: dont even fucking talk to me. i dont wanna talk about it. im gonna talk about it.

so kutner (like the slut that he is lowkey but society isnt ready for that) asks nin out just after he gets hired and shes like ermmmmmmmmmm! but sensing his loser aura she (still deeply closeted) is like hey haha i dont swing that way sorry !!!!!!! but its ok they become super mega best friends and get nerdy together

i like to think they listen to weird al together OH YEAH NINS THE BIGGEST WEIRD AL YANKOVIC FAN IN NEW JERSEY

and then nothing bad happens!

if youve seen this post about the little writing things kutner got after he croaked then hooray here's nanettes

they make me so fucking upset.

anyway as i stated above nin moves away after s6 for a bunch of reasons. 1) thanks obama 2) a big part of what contributed to her suicidal ideations n such was the fact that deep down she didnt ACTUALLY know what she wanted to do w her life. u may be like she doesnt. want to be a doctor ? NO she doesnt thats just what she did to get money to eventually do what she wants. whatever that is. something something feeling lost in life and unable to reach a goal when u dont even know what the goal is something something. also persistent depressive disorder but like spoon in kitchen.

idk what shes gonna end up doing after she moves but id imagine she shows up for house's funeral so i cant just be like lol nobody gets to know! im thinking painter but idk IDK guys her lore is ROUGH

thats it if u have questions ill answer thanks

[firestorm09890]

post-tkt unorganized thoughts

not long it’s just spoilers

okay I lied it’s a little long

I’m so interested in the director Hubert guy. originally I said some stuff here about finding it hard to believe an executive director of a wing is cool but then I remembered Stephanette was also cool. and they both went to the edge of the city and wished on stars (well, I guess it was Stephanette's friend who did the wish)... hm. sucks how even someone near the top of the food chain can't make a change. on the other hand dude what are you going to do with those distortion-causing monoliths-

SAINT Sonya?? but also FUCK YEAH ALL 3 CANTO II FANS WE’RE SO BACK

they pointed out how Sonya’s plan was actually very smart- Rodya thought he was just hesitating too much, but in reality, by taking so long setting up his network, he made something unkillable. you can stop one person who took an axe and killed someone. you can’t stop hundreds of people in every wing who’ve organized

Rodya’s gotten worse! hooray!!! unlike some of the other sinners, whose traumas are localized, Rodya’s past will haunt her everywhere. It would have been boring to resolve it so fast when her whole deal is pretending not to see her problems, right? They’re already doing the “keep facing your seven exes after your character growth” thing with Yi Sang

Time Ripper has that classic communism problem where they’re like “FUCK how these guys are doing it, I’m built different, I’ll do this properly” and then they end up being unable to do things fairly anyway. I’ve never read Animal Farm but isn’t this the plot of Animal Farm

the part where he used a 48-rolling (edit: apparently it's 48+48. he just rolled tails when I did it. yikes) unclashable attack that would restore all his buffs was super cool bc it LOOKS scary to both the characters and the player and then it just. doesn’t work. special attack failed

also, wough, Rodya seeing herself in the Time Ripper…

Hong Lu’s family situation is concerning as hell but we been knew

Ryōshū demonstrating she cares about the others (wishing Sinclair was there to translate, attempting to cheer up Rodya at the end) is very awesome

I’m sure the talk of wishing on stars and following dreams near the end will be relevant in canto vii

Vergie is tired

very funny of them to end it by telling everyone they’re going on a WARP train

jazz dubstep is weird as fuck but I love it. I don’t usually like dubstep. jazz could fix dubstep