#i haven't wanted to draw for months so i am riding this out as long as i can

[barfville]

mspaint mouse doodles between apex legends games hee hoo

[yzashaven]

pairing ☆ scaramouche x fem!reader

content warnings ☆ nsfw content ahead. unprotected sex. hate fuck. rough sex. slapping. spanking. degradation + praising. overstimulation. nipple sucking. creampie. hair pulling. marking. riding. mating press. prone bone. "whore, slut, baby"

note .ᐟ HEYYY so like... it's been a while, yes? 3 months since my last post, how is everyone? i made this yesterday randomly at 3am and didn't really feel like posting it on the new blog (that is still in progress) also I AM SO SORRY if this is in any way bad?? i'm so rusty... i haven't written in so long but gosh it felt nice to finish a work and i thought it would be a good idea to put it here just because i felt like it akbsuwhs the plot is kinda all over the place i have no idea—anyway, if i missed anything in the warnings, please let me know! i hope you guys will enjoy reading this ♡

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the sight of you riding him was the last thing he expected to enjoy seeing. the way your face has pleasure written all over it, your breasts bouncing with each move your hips make, body trembling from the feeling, and most especially, the way you moaned so lewdly.

he loved it, yet hated you.

he hated your cocky and annoying attitude, always teasing and defying him no matter when or where you were. why do you always think you're better than him? you never will be. well... at least that's what he thinks.

putting you in your place was always the one thing he wanted to do. but as much as he wanted to do so out of anger, the hidden sexual tension between you was no joke. he couldn't avoid it.

he wants to slap you, punch you, hit you in some way. but at the same time he feels like pounding you, pushing your face down into the bed, shutting you up with his fingers in your mouth. no matter how much he thinks you're the absolute worst, he can't deny how attractive you are. and it just fuels his desires even more.

his eyes dart down to watch the way his cock disappears into your pussy, smirking to himself, "such a filthy slut. you take me so well, don't you?" hand reaching behind to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling it back, exposing your neck to him. he doesn't hesitate to lean it and mark you as his.

moving down, he sees your hardened nipples from arousal. his lips wrap around the sensitive area and gently suck on one, tongue flicking on it every now and then. he pulls away and finally lets go of your hair. hands going over to grip your hips now before he spoke up, "getting tired already? gosh, you're weaker than i thought."

you shake your head, about to respond but he doesn't let you. two fingers suddenly filling your mouth, "don't even think of speaking," he whispers and lays you down on your back, "i'm gonna fuck you hard, and you'll take it like a good girl, won't you?"

a red hue spreads across your face. speechless, you nod silently. he smirks and playfully spanks your ass, "atta girl." in one thrust, he fills you up completely. grabbing your legs and bringing them up to your chest. his cock is way deeper inside you in this position and he knows that very well.

capturing your lips in a rough kiss, he began to thrust in and out of you, slow in pace but definitely powerful. gradually getting faster, wilder, with each passing second. your hands come up around your legs to hold them in place, spreading yourself for him.

finally pulling away from the kiss, you try to catch your breath but moans flow out of your lips one after another. to add to it all, he brings his thumb down to rub your clit. it was visible from your body language that you were close to an orgasm. so close.

"you gonna cum around my cock like a good whore, baby?" he chuckles. his other hand comes up to your face, playfully slapping you, "i've always wanted to do that since you're so damn annoying." narrowing his eyes, he glares down at you.

"as if you aren't as well!?" you exclaim back, but it fails—he pinches your clit, drawing out a lewd cry from you. "be quiet and i'll let you cum. come on." you look up at him and make eye contact. he isn't moving anymore, his cock just buried deep inside you. the moment is rather intimate, or so you thought.

"fuck you, scara–"

"you're doing just that and you're still complaining?"

you glare up at him, giving up and letting your head fall back onto the soft pillows, "just fuck me already, fucking hell." you unexpectedly say. he smiles, "gladly."

before you could even register anything else, he was already pounding into you. rough, hard, and fast. giving your clit a sufficient amount of attention as well. all of it was completely overwhelming and all you could do was scream out his name as you came around him. gripping the sheets so tight that your knuckles turned white, your whole body shaking.

"fuck–so good... you feel so fucking good squeezing my cock like that, baby." he groans before finishing inside you. keeping himself in place for a while as he calmed himself down before pulling out gently. he silently watches as your body continues to tremble. scaramouche sighs and gently stimulates your clit, "aww, shh... there there..." the gesture causes you to get overstimulated rather than soothed.

"i'm still hard, just so you know." his voice low as a whisper. "let me just..." flipping you over, he puts you on your hands and knees, entering you from behind and making your body weakly fall flat on the bed. he sighs and just gets on top of you, pushing himself back deep into your wetness.

his bare chest to your back, your body quivering beneath him as he began to thrust into you again. starting at a slow pace that gradually got faster, fucking you properly. leaning down, he whispers right into your ear, "such a perfect cunt you've got, huh?"

you're already so close. the head of his cock brushing over your g-spot every now and then. his body trapping you under him, leaving you with no choice but to take what he gave. drool was already seeping from out of the corner of your mouth from how long you've had your lips apart, occupied in moaning his name over and over again.

as much as he despised you, he could never even think of denying how much he adored the fucked out state you were in. all because of him.

[reinedeslys-central]

"I think you should totally get in the back of my truck, actually," Leo says, linking pinkies with Jason. "What's the line? 'I can show you the world'?"

Jason stares down at where their fingers are curled together, peach on olive. He can't stop looking. "You don't have a truck."

Leo groans. "That was one time. I promise this one's legal. See?" He gently untangles their hands and slips behind the blue Chevy, returning with a slip of wrinkled paper that he triumphantly shoves in Jason's face.

LEO, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU BREAK MY CAR WHILE I'M IN IOWA I WILL HAUNT YOU TO THE END OF TIME.

Your loving cousin, Nyssa (P.S. You can take your boy for a ride. I'll allow it. There's blankets in the back (and please help yourself to the glovebox). Don't tell me.)

Jason's eyes travel down the sparkly purple pen, catching on the note at the bottom before flickering back up. There's something that aches in his chest at the words 'your boy'.

He's not sure what expression takes over his face, but Leo, for his part, sees him and immediately ducks his head down so he can read the paper too, frowning. Jason follows his eyes down to the same line as they widen and Leo turns a raging, glorious red before hastily re-crumpling the note and sticking it into one of the many pockets of his cargo pants.

He clears his throat awkwardly while inspecting the dying grass at their feet. It looks like it could be good grass if it ever rains again this month, nice and long and thick.

..Yeah, nevermind.

He takes his glasses off and cleans them in an attempt to - what, exactly? It's not like he's got the object permanence of a toddler. It's not like looking away will stop him from thinking about red-hot blushes and bouncing curls and sharp smiles and -

Leo claps once, calling Jason's attention back up to him and the pretty blush staining his freckled nose. He looks just as awkward, laughing bashfully.

"Well, that's just Nyssa. Uh, she probably wouldn't actually haunt me, she doesn't believe in ghosts - not, I mean, if you do -" his words trip over each other, diverting the original innuendo that was definitely just meant to tease Leo since Jason's never even met her, not to mention he's not his, finally ending with - "but as you can see, it's clearly perfectly legal. So."

Jason raises an eyebrow. "Somehow I doubt that." Leo groans. "Oh, come on, dude, live a little, why dontcha?" He sidles up to him again, draping a warm arm over his shoulders and drawing him over to the car doors. "I know, you know, your dad's in California, your mom's in Paris, and your sister's at a party."

Jason opens his mouth to protest again and -

"- and before you say that you have homework," Leo scoffs, "allow me to remind you that we did our homework together yesterday, and you're already done your math homework for tomorrow, because you're a nerd."

Jason closes his mouth. "It's a school night," he offers weakly.

"Yeah, and every minute you have us waste out here is another minute we're not in the car, ergo another minute we're wasting, on a school night." Leo steps around him and holds his hands out again, eventually latching on to Jason's wrists and tugging him closer so he can peer into his eyes.

Jason may or may not forget how to breathe.

"Are you tired? You don't look tired," Leo frowns. "If you really don't want to go, I won't force you, y'know."

Jason forces his lungs to expand, contract, expand, so he can blurt out, "No, I mean, you got me. I'll go."

Leo grins as bright as the setting sun and twists around, whooping. He not-so-gently pushes Jason towards the car door before jogging over to hop into the driver's seat.

It takes a while, once they're actually on the road and leaving their neighbourhoods behind, that Jason finally goes, "You know, I'm just as concerned with how legal this is as I am with the fact that you still haven't told me where we're going."

Leo glares at him through the mirror. "Hey, if I told you then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"

Jason hates surprises. "For all I know, you just kidnapped me for a surprise road trip to Toronto, and I didn't even pack my toothbrush."

Laughter bubbles out of the boy sitting at the wheel, quickly escalating into a full guffaw. "You're funny," Leo gasps, wiping away tears at a red light. "How did I not notice that you're funny?"

Jason's definitely never been told that he's funny. He might joke, sure, but being 'funny' is reserved for people like Percy, people like Leo or Cecil, who carry humour on them like sugar on a pastry, baked into their laughs and sprinkled over top with how clever they are.

No matter how hard Jason's tried, he's never been very clever.

Leo's still laughing, now more of a soft giggle as he pulls into the left lane to make a turn. He tries not to let it affect him.

"You should joke more often, dude. Bet all the girls would love that."

Jason looks outside at the trees and farms they're passing. Judging by the position of the sun, they're heading pretty much due south. There's nothing down south for them to be doing, though, especially not this late at night.

Skinny dipping, maybe. He wouldn't put it past Leo to suggest something like that and actually go through with it. But dragging him along? They barely know each other. What's a couple months on all the other people he knows?

"You wanna turn the radio on?" Leo says. Jason looks over to see him watching him with an odd smile. "Shotgun's choice, right? Don't worry, I won't judge. Even though I bet you listen to those 24-hour 'nature recordings' for fun and don't know what real music sounds like."

Jason rolls his eyes and plays with the dial until the 106.1 comes on. Leo groans. "Seriously? They keep playing, like, the same six artists over and over. Sure, Top 40's fine, but show a little variety, you know?"

He shrugs. It's like Leo said - he doesn't really know radio stations. His dad - when he deigns to drive the family places - is much more of a silence-of-doom, or failing that, an ominous-car-conversations person. "You put something on, then, if you're so set on it." He replies.

The warm light from the street plays over Leo's knuckles as he switches the wheel to one hand, blindly flailing the other one towards Jason until he hits the box behind the gear shift. "Pick a CD from here, whatever's fine. Eh, maybe not the Chopin or Metallica though. Might shift the vibe a bit too much."

Obligingly, Jason tugs at the black, faux-leather box until it comes open with a muffled thunk. Inside is a stack of CDs, spanning everything from Katy Perry to Vivaldi to Iron Maiden to Monsta X.

"Your cousin's got quite the music taste," he tosses out, rifling through the stack while giving periodic glances out the window to make sure they're not, like, five seconds away from a crash or something.

If there was anything Beryl Grace taught her kids, it was how to be a responsible passenger.

Almost on autopilot, Jason digs the pink-purple Teenage Dream CD out of the pile and then has to hastily shove the polaroids that spill out from underneath it back between the surrounding paper disc-sleeves (Mamma Mia!, he sees, and ..Heng:garæ? Whatever that means). That can't be safe for the discs, especially in a moving card, but then again who is he to judge. He doesn't even own any CDs.

They've fully left the town behind now, sailing down the open road with nothing but trees, farms, and the occasional streetlight in sight. He leans over and pops the disc into the CD drive, wondering again for the hundredth time where Leo's taking him.

Leo rolls to a stop at a four-way and watches him skip over the first two songs. "Whadya choose?"

Jason smiles. "Is now a good time to tell you I was born in Pasadena?"

The open bars of 'California Gurls' start to play, and Leo's warm, penny-brown eyes widen before he laughs, bright and a touch wild, incredulous.

It's weird. It's so weird. Maybe this is what his father meant when he said not to get any weird ideas in his head so close to finally reaching the decade-long goal of an Ivy League school. Maybe this is what his mother meant when she'd chastised him, saying hormonal teenagers got more impulsive with puberty and he should take care to keep listening to his parents, lest he lose everything he's worked so hard for.

If anyone else had tried this, he thinks, he wouldn't have said yes. He would have stayed at home, studied ahead for bond enthalpy and subjunctive Spanish, made tomorrow's lunch and cleaned his room. Adhering to routine. Acting - being normal.

You have to be normal, Jason. That's how they love you.

I will not tolerate an abnormal son.

Oh, Jason, it's like you just don't understand. What will people say? About you? About our family?

Leo isn't normal. Or maybe he is. Normal doesn't exist, when he's with Leo. He likes that about him.

He takes a risk and rolls the window down halfway so he can lean his head out and watch the sky, crisp wind tousling his hair. Leo smirks at him and switches the wheel to his right hand so he can roll his window down to match.

"Ten minutes," he says. "Look alive, buddy."

"There must be something in the water", Katy Perry croons.

also from 'burning like a glowing star', this valgrace fic I'm writing.

more stuff: Writing Directory

[ygodmyy20]

Getting to Know You Meme

Tagged by @texasdreamer01 (thankies texas!)

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship? Yep, got married a month ago.

02) What was your dream growing up? Dream of what? My career? My life? My fantasy? I mean I wanted to be an elf in LoTR when I was like, 12. Does that count? hahah

03) What talent do you wish you had? Asking waiters to change my order if they got it wrong.

04) If someone bought you a drink what would it be? Beer (specifically a New England IPA)

05) Favorite vegetable? Hm. I really love good arugula.

06) What was the last book you read? None I just read fanfics haha

07) What zodiac sign are you? Leo

08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Nope tho I wish to get a tattoo one day.

09) Worst Habit? Probably overthinking myself into a spiral.

10) What is your favorite sport? Dressage

11) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude? Optimistic because lifes too short and I just want to be happy.

12) Tell me one weird fact about you. Uhhhhh.....I am a twin? (always a easy one haha)

13) Do you have any pets? Sadly no BUT I may.....may be trying to. foster a kitty. Maybe. While my husband is out of town for a month-long gig.

14) Do you think clowns are cute or scary? Scary but also eh whatever.

15) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? I can't answer this or else I'm gonna spiral.

16) What color eyes do you have? Blue

17) Ever been arrested? Nope

18) Bottle or can soda? Bottle

19) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it? Put it in my savings.

20) What's your favorite place to hang out at? Hm. Probably at home or in the woods.

21) Do you believe in ghosts? I dunno

22) Favorite thing to do in your spare time? Writing, drawing fanarts, horseback riding.

23) Do you swear a lot? Yeah

24) Biggest pet peeve? I dunno, I don’t know if I have one? Depends on the person or circumstance or situation:

25) In one word, how would you describe yourself? Hm. Emotional.

26) Do you believe/appreciate romance? I’m a hopeless romantic. And I got married and kinda like this guy a whole dang lot.

27) Favourite and least favourite food? Fav: sushi. Least fav: I’m honestly not a huge fan of potatos….

28) Do you believe in God? I believe in a universe. Wherever god is in it I got no clue.

29) What makes you happy: Sharing my art with friends, having movie nights with husband on Fridays.

30) Currently listening/the last thing you listened to: Ado

31) Favorite place to spend time: Probably at home, or out i the woods.

32) Favorite lyric: Goodbye by Bo Burnham

Am I going crazy? Would I even know? Am I right back where I staretd fourteen years ago?

33) Recommend a film: Akira

34) Recommend a book: haven't read enough

35) Recommend a band, a song, or album: Fire Hell and Holy Water by Gioli & Assia

36) Recommend a TV show: Mob Psycho 100

37) Where are you from, and do you still live there? Where have you lived? I am from the midwest and am still in the midwest

38) Do you have any pets or animals in your life? How did you find/get them? I had cats growing up and I would love to get one. I also ride horses.

39) What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? Uhhhh. Hm. I am not sure.

40) How did you 'find' fandom? I got into Yugioh! when I was 12 and started writing fanfics and them opps here i am.

41) Make a list of 5 things that you see without getting up. My Teru and Mob figures, my Mob cat, my cat lamp, my ipad, my water bottle. I am at my desk there is a lot here

42) How do you style your hair? Down or half ponytail or pony tail. I have long hair.

I got this ask before the other writer one so I know many asks have been going around today haha so VERY much no pressure tags: @russenoire @thousand-winters @toastytoaster22 @emeraldoodles or anyone else who wants to!

[dropthedemiurge]

2023 Year Results

I have lost my ranking of favorite Thai BL/QLs that I made during half of the year, so I'm just going to write it anew^^

My Top BLs by the end of 2023:

1. Be My Favorite

2. Moonlight Chicken

3. Not Me

4. The Eclipse

5. Semantic Error (or if we talk only Thai series, then Bad Buddy!)

Honorable mentions: Only Friends, SOTUS, Laws of Attraction, Kieta Hatsukoi, My Ride...

I keep changing the places and Moonlight Chicken held such a strong place in my heart but now I'm also taking into account whether I liked all pairings and characters, so BMF finally took over. But I still can't decide whether The Eclipse is higher than Not Me, I might rewatch it endlessly but Not Me was a cultural reset :D As well as Semantic Error who's done so good and finally broke through the typical Korean BL setting and public's favor.

Bad Buddy has done amazingly as well but there are only 5 places in Top 5 ranking 🥲 I guess, the Our Skyy just dimmed my good memories about it a little bit x)

I love how this year we got shows that have expanded beyond the borders of usual BLs, they added mystery and mystic, action, time travelling, sitcom etc, mixed gentes, kept speaking out about many important things - from marriage legalisation to equal rights - that definitely had its own impact on real life, actors went on many fanmeetings overseas, from West to East, and overall... This was a good year, story and fandom wise.

My Fanfic Statistics

I stopped writing metas and somewhat distanced myself from the fandom when I felt that my views often didn't align with majority (and also got shadowbanned by tumblr?), but I wrote ~ 80k words on AO3 and drew >10-15 arts that I really enjoyed. I still have many wips so look forward to them!

I wrote way too many Only Friends fics whole I watched the show xD This was definitely a show that gave out ideas (and sometimes outrage) and lots of angst.

But Not Me fics are still my number one (though mostly because of all the crossovers with other series I keep writing about)

Also somehow Bad Buddy OT4 fic is now the longest fanfic I've ever written (both in Neglish and my native language). And it's still not finished but tbh even I don't know exactly how it will end, that's how self-indulgent this is but I'm so happy rhat many people were excited about this idea with me!

My Fandom

I also had a blast having various discussions in my own small community and people who wanted to share opinions and watch series together. You guys keep inspiring and supporting me in exploring many ideas, drawing art and writing many fics, I truly admire and adore you all, especially my fam @springkitten @xagan and also @thepancakelady @wereflamingo (I'm surprised how often we agreed with each other on somethjng but that's what makes discussions interesting xD).

Also I want to hug bad buddy server was a joyful discover this year too that inspired me to start learning Thai, our not me server that keeps being my safe comfort space and many hugs to some tumblr folks who I talk in replies and reblogs (I am truly bad at remembering usernames but if I ever chatted with you here, I am definitely thinking about you and your profile picture <3)

Here's to 2024 and more projects

I also started my FirstKhao AU visual novel, and though I thought I would be able to make it in a month or two and then got struck by Health Doing Bad for a long time, I'm definitely determined to finish it next year.

And we keep talking about making Poetry Zines with @springkitten inspired by lakorns/bls we watched and I'd like to try and make it happen 👀

I also want to return to commissions in a better way, because of political situation I haven't been able to continue drawing for my foreign friends but thanks to my other friends who are generous to help me with handling finances for me, I might be able to start drawing requests again! I also spent like 5 months fixing my health that kept me from creating I want to finish old ones and I'm really itching to return to drawings and other projects :D

And I have in my mind mastering pixel and 3d art as a part of my Changing Profession and Career Path in 2024 so let's hope I can lighten up everyone's mood with cooler art and animations 👀

Happy New Year and Happy holidays, everyone!

[golbrocklovely]

i screen shot your ask just bc it was super long and i wanted it to be a bit easier for ppl to read your ask and then my response, so i hope you don't mind !

as for your opinion about the last video being somewhat scripted…. i don't really agree. but let me explain. first and foremost, there is too much riding on snc constantly telling the truth. if they were ever caught lying or faking evidence, they would lose their career. obviously there would be fans that stick by their side no matter what, but a lot of the fanbase would dip out if they thought snc were truly faking shit. and it would call into question every single investigation. so unless you believe that they also scripted/faked other videos, i don't think they would start now. and especially not at some random location most ppl have never heard of/isn't as popular as some of the other places they go to.

tbh, i think this was just a severe lack in research. snc aren't exactly known for doing the most thorough research on these places. prime example being the winchester house. it took until their third visit to finally find out that sarah winchester wasn't a crazy lady building room after room like a sims game. they believed what the caretakers said but also what the legend or folklore was, bc that's a lot more interesting than the real story. so, personally, i believe that snc just took the caretaker's word for this place and did no research after it. last time snc talked about having a team, they said they had one person that would help them with research, and with the amount of places snc go to, it might be easy for that one person to get a little lazy at times (or possibly they might not even have a person anymore since they haven't mentioned a researcher in a long time).

now, is it possible that celina knew and then embellished on the story? yeah, i guess so. i don't think that's impossible. but correct me if i'm wrong, bc i don't feel like going back and rewatching the video, but i thought she was saying that ed shot himself thru the top of his head, not the side (like the actual reports say). that way it would look like someone killed him, not that he killed himself. that way the murder could be placed on the doctor - according to celina's theory. i thought that was what she was pointing out in the drawing too. that it was a guy pointing a gun down at his head from the top and blood was running down his face. i might be misremembering so if i am, my apologies.

also if i'm completely honest, and sorry to snc if they ever see this, i don't think they are smart enough to script something like this. and i mean that with respect, even if it doesn't sound like it lol writing out a story that makes cohesive sense is very difficult - take it from the fanfiction writer who also majored in film and theatre in college. and that's a lot more difficult if it's based off a place that has actual evidence that point to the contrary. if snc were the first to go there, and there was little to no reports on what actually happened, they could kinda make shit up and no one would really know. but clearly it's a quick enough google search to know what the reports really said. i think they just took the caretaker's word for it and didn't give it much more thought. i also kinda think they just don't have the time to do it. bc again, this would assumingly not be their first scripted video (bc why start now, especially when you have so much proof that you don't need to script things to be entertaining?) so then that means how far back did they start? and if so, when they were pumping out multiple videos in a month, they were scripting those too? and since they collab with so many ppl, nobody - not a single person - has let it slipped, even on accident, that they script things?? it all relies too heavily on too many ppl keeping their mouths shut and snc don't have enough money to be paying off that many ppl sksksksk

if you really feel like snc did script this video, that's fine. you're allowed to think that. i don't personally believe they did. i think they just didn't research this place enough bc it wouldn't be the first time they got information wrong.

also i did the quickest and laziest of research aka i just googled the mansion, and the wikipedia page even says allegedly committed suicide so….. it might be possible that snc were trying to figure out did he actually do it or was he killed and then they just worded everything incorrectly. this also doesn't explain how celina knew if assumingly she didn't google anything beforehand. idk, either way i still don't think they scripted it. but if you disagree, i get why. i just don't think it would make sense for them to do it.

[jaderimehardt]

Quick and short post because I'm insanely tired but I want to post an update.

I stumbled upon a video on youtube the other day and it has sparked a lot of motivation in me to draw again, on a physical medium- pencils & paper (as opposed to an art tablet).

She's a really good teacher and her tips are great.

The video:

I went on a bit of a vid watching spree, absorbing several of her vids afterwards. I have sooooo many of these materials already from past hobbies so that's a plus.

Not just that but RedBubble decided to mail out another e-mail saying they increased the fee cost of their tiers, yet again. So that's been under my skin, nagging away at me a bit.

Today I decided to do something about it after mulling it around in my mind for so long. It's been half a year at least now? And I haven't been able to make up my mind on what to do?

Well I opened an account with Printful and I've been slowly making the conversion over, integrating it with my Etsy shop (yeah I know, Etsy isn't much better but it's the lesser of two evils).

It's tedious and my head hurts. I feel drained. I haven't even touched the edge of the iceberg where my designs are concerned. There's still so many more to go... ☠️

And I haven't even converted or altered any to fit their templates yet. I'm just uploading over my transparent PNGs! This is going to be one heck of a ride. But once it's done... it's done. And I'll be happier for it.

RedBubble, you better hope people are not as determined and angsty as I am cause you're going to lose hella people if they are. You guys screwed up.

Like, I thought you screwed up before, but man you dug yourselves a grave this time. You better go and lie in it.

Just to give perspective, for an Artist in "Redbubble Standard" tier who earned a 25$ paycheck in a month used to get charged an 11$ fee. That's 43%. Couldn't change their tier. It progressively scales worse, and all us RB sellers thought that was bad.

Now with their new system, that they tried to phrase and play off as "We're only increasing it by a dollar" bologna, is significantly worse.

If you make 25$ a month in "Redbubble Standard" tier, you get charged a 17$ fee. That's 67%. And it continues to rise at an insane rate- bordering the 70% range.

They're greedy. They don't care for artists. They deserve to lose all of the artists under their site because they clearly don't listen to feedback from the very people who are the structure and foundation of their website; that being the artists AND the buyers.

The buyers are just as furious with these changes as the artists. They openly voiced it so when these tiers were introduced and most these buyers ARE the artists themselves.

But anyways, I'm going to sleep 😖

I have more things to post tomorrow, for another 12+ hours, most likely 🫠

Sorry for the rant, lol 🙃

(If you're looking for my RB stuff, I took it all down. I have like 10 things posted on my Etsy shop atm and way more things to come- like stickers. Lots and lots of stickers, cause apparently people like stickers, lol.)

[carrieneuman]

Writing Battle Practice

The contest I signed up for starts the beginning of February. I haven't written to random prompts in years, so I wanted to get a little practice in. I found a random story generator and got:

Main Character: Your character is old, cautious, and thinks carefully.

Setting: The story begins in a castle.

Situation: A family get-together is arranged.

Theme: loss

I'm nervous about the week it took me to write it when I'll only get three days for the contest, but I'm hoping the adrenaline and deadline will keep me going.

Pearl walked into the castle and suppressed a groan as her sisters oohed and ahed over the concocted monstrosity. It was a tourist trap, plain and simple. She didn’t care how good the lunch was, it would have tasted better back in the town that wasn’t trying to pretend to be something it wasn’t.

But Belle had always loved make-believe tripe, and the point of this outing was to make her sister happy. Pearl had to remember that. Belle had taken their mother’s passing hard, and it was high time Pearl chipped in and carried some of the weight of maintaining family bonds.

She offered to take a bag her younger sister Opal was holding, but she waved her off. “It’s not even heavy,” Opal insisted.

Belle and Opal’s children and grandchildren filed in. The two little ones seemed confused, but Tristan was the perfect age to declare himself a knight and start running around to guard them. The cousins were soon chatting happily, leaving Pearl and her sisters on their own.

She grimaced but smoothed it out before Belle saw. She had already endured a lengthy guilt trip to come back to Texas only a few months after Mom’s funeral. She didn’t need any additional pouting.

“Good weather today,” Belle said.

Opal nodded. “Good thing I helped Tanner caulk that window of his or it’d be mildewing in this humidity.”

Pearl wished she could just groan until it drowned out the insipid small talk. What was the point of getting together if this was all they said?

“You must be enjoying it,” Belle said to her, snapping her focus back. “Can’t have many nice days in the city.”

“You’d be surprised. There’s charm to any weather if you look for it.”

“And if you’re inside most of the time,” Opal teased.

Pearl laughed. Plenty of her friends made art in storms and winds to capture the rawness of nature, and she’d gone out many times to watch. But her own sculpting did work best in climate control.

Belle didn’t smile. Instead, she looked around for somewhere to sit. Despite her broken-in sneakers and stretch waist jeans, she was uncomfortable already.

Opal joined her on the couch, but Pearl stood across from them. It had been a long car ride, and she was used to walking.

“Take a load off,” Belle said. “Get comfortable.”

“I am comfortable.” She tried to say it nicely, but her older sister still frowned.

“Don’t mind her,” Opal said. “You know how antsy she gets.”

Pearl disagreed with that description of herself, but she said nothing since it seemed to mollify Belle. This weekend was for her sisters, she reminded herself.

There was something. “So Opal, my calendar says it’s almost Bailey’s birthday. Any idea what she wants?”

Opal’s eyebrows went up, and she smiled broadly. “I’ll send you her Amazon list.”

That would be a nice way to ease in. She had always just sent twenty dollars in a card. What did twenty-somethings even want these days?

Belle snorted. “Not just getting some hideous drawing one of your friends made?”

“Now stop that,” Opal chided.

Pearl had badly misjudged Jennifer’s high school graduation present. “I’ve gotten better,” she offered.

The kids laughed at some joke, and Pearl felt a twinge of envy. She’d have stayed in touch if any of this had ever been easy.

They moved off, following the children upstairs, and Belle pulled a stack of notecards out of her purse. She had to hunt for her reading glasses before she could start sorting them.

“Now we can get down to it. I want to make sure we’ve got a full inventory of Mom’s things she left behind. Do either of you remember what happened to that set of good forks she had at Thanksgiving four years ago?”

Pearl felt a twinge of disgust. Who cared about old forks?

“If you mean the ones with the little flowers, I think she borrowed them from Aunt Levina,” Opal said.

Belle made a note. “I’ll check with Lisa. She’ll have them if they were her mom’s.” 

“I’m glad we got that settled,” Pearl tried.

Belle flipped to another card. “And what about the watercolor Dad painted of the lake? Last I remember, it was in the guest room.”

It wasn’t a half bad neo-impressionist piece. Pearl could understand someone wanting it.

“I think Mom gave it to his friend Larry.”

Belle made another note.

Pearl hoped in vain that was the end of it, but Belle went on about annoying odds and ends that had gathered dust on end tables and shelves for years. Opal did her best to help, but Pearl just tried to keep her mouth shut.

“If you came home more often,” Belle said to her, “you’d be more help.”

Pearl bit back a sharp reply and managed to keep her voice calm. “I just think we can find a more pleasant way to spend the morning.”

“I know, but it needs to be done. I’d rather do it sooner than later.”

“They’re just old things. Wouldn’t you rather spend time with the kids?”

Belle didn’t even look up. “I see my girls all the time. I drive Tristan to swimming every afternoon, and I watch Bryson while Amanda takes a night class at the community college. It wouldn’t hurt you to get some bonding time in, but my relationship with them is rock solid.”

That one stung a bit. But it was why she was here playing tourist instead of sipping wine and enjoying a photography exhibit she had been anticipating.

Pearl looked to Opal for help.

Her younger sister smiled warmly. “Come on now, Belle. What are you so worried about then?”

“Mom.” Belle stopped and took her glasses off, blinking so her eyes didn’t water. “The grands are so little. Will they remember their great-grand?”

Pearl didn’t react. Of course they wouldn’t, and it would only set Belle off to acknowledge it.

“And what about our kids? Mine are only in their 30s, yours in their 20s. How firm are their memories of their grandma?”

Pearl remembered their Grandma Jenny just fine. She started to insist the kids would remember, but something in Belle’s face stopped her. She wasn’t done yet.

Belle looked out the window at the garden beyond. Pearl had to strain to catch her last words. “I just need to know she won’t be forgotten.”

Belle blinked back more tears, so Opal got up and joined her a few steps away. Pearl spoke in a low voice. “I’m worried about her.”

Opal nodded.

“The kids are never going to remember Mom like we do. I don’t want to see Belle work herself up over the impossible.”

Opal only shrugged and patted Pearl on the back. Of course the peacemaker would just watch how things unfolded.

Pearl asked a few polite questions about Tanner’s upcoming wedding and Opal beamed while she answered. “They even think they’ll try for a baby in a couple of years.”

Pearl couldn’t even get her happy-for-other-people’s-choices smile on before Belle let out a choking squawk. 

“The loveseat!” She was waving an old photo. “Where’d Mom’s loveseat go?”

Pearl plucked the photo out her hand and looked at it. It was wood framed with stiff red velvet cushions. “That old thing? Hopefully, she threw it out.”

Belle was winding herself up when Opal cut in. “She did no such thing. She loaned it to Cousin David. It’s perfectly fine.”

Pearl doubted that, but she kept it to herself. If David wanted the itchy block, he could keep it.

“David has it?” Belle asked. “Alright. I’ll call and ask for it back.”

“What, why?” Pearl couldn’t help herself. “No one wants to sit on it. If David wants it as a backdrop for his internet pictures, let him.”

“It’s Instagram, you old bat.” Opal laughed.

“Twitter was a ridiculous fad, and Insta is worse,” she bantered back. 

“It’s not about using it,” Belle persisted. “We need to know that everything is accounted for.”

“Dear Lord, why?” She never lost her patience like this with her friends.

“Because I don’t want either of you claiming I stole Mom’s things.”

“Abalone!” Opal exclaimed. “How could you?”

Belle’s reply was cut off as Tristan walked up to her and held out a juice box. “Will you open it for me, Gran?”

Pearl saw the rest of the group sitting around a long table having a snack. The girls must have been fussing over the two little ones because Tristan had his food a few spaces down from them.

“Just wait a minute, honey. Grandma’s talking right now.” He looked dejected, but he waited quietly.

“Lots of families fight over inheritances,” Belle went on. “But not us. I’m going to ensure everything is divided fairly so no one has any reason to get angry.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Pearl said. “But the kid’s hungry. Can’t this wait until we eat?”

Belle looked ready to argue, so Pearl walked over to Tristan. “Show me that juice box, kid. I bet I can manage it.” She got him settled back down at the table. “You want us to come eat with you?”

“No way,” he said, stacking cheese and ham on a cracker. “Gran’s too cranky today.”

She couldn’t disagree.

The toddlers were being fussed over by their cousins, so Pearl sighed and headed back to her sisters. At least they were better than small children.

“There’s nothing else for it,” Belle was saying. “I’ll just have to drive up to David’s and demand it back. Then the three of us can decide who’ll keep it. Maybe we can take turns with it?

Pearl had had enough. “No way are you putting that in my apartment. If you two want to waste space on a chair you can’t sit on, that’s your business.”

“But we need to honor Mom.”

The pain in Belle’s voice got to her, and she smoothed her tone. “And we will. But not by keeping a bunch of old junk that doesn’t mean anything to us.”

“The three of us are what matters,” Opal agreed. “Our memories of Mom are what will keep her with us.”

“And we all picked out mementos that mattered to us. Like the bluebell brooch you picked. Or the quilt Mom and Grandma Jenny made that I kept.”

“They almost came to blows over it.” Belle laughed despite her snuffly nose.

“And I got the cookbooks,” Opal said. “So I can make any of Mom’s recipes anytime you want.”

“You already did it, Belle,” Pearl said. “You made certain we wouldn’t fight and we’d take our memories home with us.”

She did start to cry then. Opal hugged her, and Pearl joined in. “What if it’s not enough?” Belle asked.

“Then we’ll fill in the missing bits,” Pearl said. “Together.”

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Fatal Love/ 1

Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader

Word count- 3.9k

Includes- Long haired Jimin, Sex, riding, sex from behind, squirting, multiple orgasms, talk of abusive ex, emotional, fluff

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J POV

"Yes baby", Jimin yells in pleasure

Moving faster on him, I'm sweating but don't stop

He feels so goddamn good

I watch him watch me ride him hard

It's his favorite position and I'll do it for him whenever he wants

He always fucks me good so I don't mind

And since this friends with benefits thing has been going on for months, my legs have gotten stronger

So it's mind blowing sex and a workout all in one

Win-win

"Cum on me. Please baby", he whines

That's another thing that blows my mind

He loves when I orgasm on him

He says it's the most pleasurable thing he ever felt

Another win

It feels good for him and I get to cum over and over

Best friends with benefits I've ever had

Just as I'm right there his phone goes off again

I try hard not to roll my eyes

His phone has been going off the whole night when it never used to

Another bing comes in, followed by three more

What the fuck?

"You seriously need to change that ring tone. I'm sick of it", I tell him

"I will baby", he promises, running his hands slowly on my body to soothe me

He knows that his soft touches relax me and sometimes I wonder if he uses it to his advantage sometimes

Whatever

His phone goes off again, then again and again

He huffs in frustration, grabbing the phone and looking at it

I stop moving in shock

Is he serious right now?

His eyes widen as he reads what I assume are texts

"Jimin!", I say loudly

He doesn't respond, scrolling and I get pissed off

"Jimin seriously? Get off the fucking phone!"

"Joanne shut the fuck up", he snaps

I don't know why but hurt fills my chest

In all our years of friendship he's never spoken to me like that

Yeah we fought and argued but he's never told me to shut the fuck up

Fuck this

I don't need this

I get off him and the bed, grabbing my underwear from the floor

"What are you doing?"

God he's an idiot sometimes

"I'm leaving. If you rather be on your phone, then I'm out. I can go find another guy to fuck"

"What? No don't go", he says immediately

I get my sweatpants on and am in the process of getting my bra on

I snort, "Why not? You're stupid phone has been going off the whole time. We've been fucking for forty five minutes and I haven't even came once when you would have given me three or four by now"

Everytime his phone goes off it takes me out of the pleasure

But the time I get close again the stupid phone goes off

And he won't tell me why

His phone was going off before we started having sex, when we were watching TV and eating

I asked about it but he told me it's nothing

He's lying but I've never pushed him to tell me anything so I let it go

But when he tells me to shut the fuck up for no reason that's when I draw the line

"Jo, no come on. Don't go"

I just shake my head, picking up my shirt

He moves and is in front of me, taking my shirt out of my hand

"Please baby, don't go. Stay with me", he says softly, taking my hand

I just look away from him

When he gets like this, all soft and cute, it gets to me

Makes me do what he wants

Which is bullshit

I feel his lips on my cheek, kissing me over and over

"Stay. I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll make you cum so much"

It's not about that

He's not confiding in me when he always did

And I make a decision

"I'll stay if you tell me what's wrong. Why you're phone is blowing up all of a sudden"

He looks away, not saying anything

Fine

I grab my shirt from him, moving from him, heading for his door

"Fine", he says, grabbing my hand again

He pulls me to his bed, sitting down with me

"It's my ex-girlfriend"

I raise my eyebrow, wondering which one

She's the one texting him like that?

Can't he just tell her he's busy and he'll text her later?

"Uh ok. Are you trying to get back with her?"

If he is, I shouldn't be here

He shouldn't be messing with me

It could jeopardize his chances of him getting her back

"No Jo. She...uh...there's some issues with her."

Issues?

What kind of issues?

"Which girl is this Jimin?"

"Ae-Cha"

I remember her

She was nice, a little bit possessive of Jimin

But I didn't see any serious issues with her

Then again I didn't see him that much the year and a half he was with her

I guess he hid all the issues they had

"What issues?"

"She was uh....very possessive of me. Crazy. Following me when I went to work. Following me everywhere really. Threatening my female coworkers because they talked to me. She was crazy jealous and smothering. Very manipulative. Controlling. Isolated me from everyone"

That's why I didn't see him for that whole relationship

She was controlling him

"Why didn't you say anything Min?"

He shakes his head, "I couldn't. I loved her. At first I tried to help her. Then I was ashamed at what she was doing to me. How I let her manipulate me. We would argue, she'd cry and I gave in because I hated seeing her cry"

"Jimin, I didn't know. I'm sorry"

That's horrible

And here I am yelling at him about sex

I'm an ass

"No one knew"

"But Jimin you were with her two years ago and she hasn't shown up until now. Why?"

It's strange

He called me one day, told me they broke up, he moved and started hanging out more

He never mentioned her again and I eventually forgot

"She was just released from a psychiatric hospital"

My mouth falls open in shock

Her issues are mental health issues?

Those can be dangerous

"Uh what?"

"She was arrested when she attacked me and a co worker. I was closing the bar with this girl I worked with and Ae-Cha showed up. She went crazy, accusing me of cheating on her, calling me names, calling the girl names. She uh...she hit me in the head with a bottle, then went after the girl. She uh...she beat the girl with the bottle."

Oh my god!

That little girl attacked two people?

Beat someone and hit Jimin?

"She talked to a psychiatrist and they said she has some issues and prison isn't what she needs. So they put her in a hospital. And apparently just let her out"

I feel horrible for him

"What did she text you?"

He turns and gets his phone, handing it to me

I take it, looking at it

"Jimin I'm back"

"I came back for you baby"

"I'm ok now. We can be together again"

"Jimin where are you?"

"Why aren't you answering?"

"Baby what are you doing?"

"Jimin?"

"Can we meet to talk?"

"I want to talk to you about us"

"I miss you so much"

"Please answer"

"Why aren't you answering?"

"Jimin!"

"Answer me!"

I scroll, dozens of messages all saying the same thing.

That's just from today

"Jesus", I whisper, "Do you want to see her?"

He shakes his head, "No. I can't. I can't go back to that. To her. I don't want to. I thought it was over. I thought she was out of my life. I can't do this again"

I pull him into my arms, hugging him tightly

I had no idea he had to deal with this

He shouldn't have to alone

"I'm sorry"

He holds onto me tightly

I'm so pissed that she hurt him, abused him mentally

He said she hit him with a bottle and I'm wondering if she's done it before that time

"Min has she hit you before that?", I ask

He sits back up and doesn't answer

That's a bad sign

"Jimin?"

I take his hand holding it, brushing his long gray hair from behind his shoulder

He nods, "Yeah. She hit me when she'd go crazy during fights. Punch me in the face, in the stomach, kick me down...uh...down there."

Holy shit

I can't imagine how painful that is

And how emasculating that must have been

"Sometimes she used things to hit me. Anything she could grab. She threw things at me. She left bruises, scratches all over me. Black eyes, bruises on my jaw, my face. Split lips. Broken ribs."

Tears fall down his face as he tells me

I don't think he's ever spoken about this before

"You didn't defend yourself?"

He shakes his head

"But why Jimin? She was hurting you"

"Because she's a girl. I couldn't hit her. If I did I'd break something on her. And I loved her, I couldn't "

This was an all around hard situation for him

And now she's texting him

He might be scared

"I'm so sorry Min. You shouldn't have had to deal with that"

He shrugs, wiping his eyes

"Jimin, have...have you thought about seeing a psychologist? To talk about this?"

He shakes his head, "No. I can't."

I understand

I mean how many times do you hear about male abuse victims?

Almost never because they never talk about it

"Jimin I think you should. It can't hurt you. It can only help you. You can try it and if you don't like it you can stop. I know some great psychologists at the hospital"

He smiles softly, "The nurse in you is showing"

Smiling back, I run my fingers in his long hair, "It happens when someone I care about needs help"

He doesn't say anything for a minute

It's ok, I can wait for him

"Ok", he says softly

"Ok?", I ask

"I'll talk to someone. If you think it's a good idea and it's someone you know, then I'll do it"

I nod, "Ok Jimin. I'll help you. I promise. You can come to me with anything ok? I'll always help you"

"Thanks Jo"

"Always Min"

"Don't go. Stay with me"

I nod, "Yeah Min. I'm sorry I was a being a bitch before"

He shakes his head, "No Jo, you didn't know about her. And I'm sorry for yelling at you and telling you to shut up. I shouldn't have said that"

"It's alright Min. I understand"

Now I do

It had to be scary for him to see the texts from her

From someone he thought was gone

"Thanks Jo"

I just smile

He leans closer, kissing me softly

I do have to say that Jimin is an amazing kisser

His hands move around me, unhooking my bra and throwing it in his room

Pushing me down, he kisses me hard, his tongue in my mouth, hands pulling down my pants and panties again, getting them off completely

I push him back, getting him on his back again

"Baby you don't have to-"

"Shhhh baby. It's ok. I didn't ride you enough before. Not for you and not for me"

He smirks and god he's hot

"Then get on baby"

He holds his cock up for me and I sink down on him, taking all of him in right away

"Fuck Jimin. Goddamn you're fucking cock is the best I've ever been on"

I'm not lying about that

His cock is so big, so thick, the first time we had sex, he had trouble getting in

He almost couldn't fit and he had to push really hard to get in

But fuck feeling him open my pussy felt so goddamn mind blowing

It's still like that to this day

I can take him in easier but it's still a tight fit with him touching all the right places

He's so long that when I take him in, his head is right against my spot, hitting it every fucking time

That's how he can get me to cum so easily and so many times just from his dick alone

Honesty he's the best sex partner I ever had

He's amazing with his cock, his fingers and his tongue

God his tongue

He knows how to work me so fucking well with it

But right how his dick feels so good

"Are you kidding? You're pussy is the best I've ever been in. Always so wet and tight for me"

"Just for you", I smirk

He laughs, smacking my ass, then squeezing it hard

"Well c'mon baby. Ride"

I start off with small bounces, grinding against him when I go down his length

"Fucking hell", he moans, pleasure falling on his face

The sounds he makes are so fucking pretty and turn me on so much

Leaning on his leg, I move faster, going up his entire cock, going down quick and hard

"Get tighter baby", he asks, breathing hard

I listen and grip his cock harder as I move

"Oh yes baby", he cries

I have no problem clenching him over and over again

His thick shaft feels so good to pulse around

"Jimin", I moan, fucking my spot on his head

"Yeah baby, cum for me", he urges

"Jimin", I whine, so close

"Yes my pretty baby. Come on, you want it. Please baby"

"Fuck, Jimin, oh my god", I yell, orgasming so hard, rocking back and forth on his cock

"Shit, shit...so fucking good", he moans

When I finish he begs me to give him another one

There's no way I'm saying no

Continuing to bounce, I roll my hips against him as I slide down, pleasure everywhere

God I love being on his cock

Just feeling him move in and out of my pussy is amazing

I wanna be on him all day and all night

"God baby girl, the way you move...I love watching you", he whispers, his hands touching me everywhere

I smirk

I know he loves watching me

That's one of the reasons why this is his favorite position

I move my hips faster, grinding on his cock every time I take him back in

"Fuck Jimin", I moan, feeling my orgasm coming

"Yes baby", he moans, gripping my hips

"Jimin, Jimin, oh god", I cry, exploding again in massive pleasure

"Good girl. Fuck my good girl", he moans, thrusting up into my cunt

Yes, yes, yes

Leaning on his chest, I move up and down fast meeting his thrusts

He goes in so fucking deep, smashing my spot and I can't help clenching on him over and over

"Oh yeah baby girl. Fuck you look so pretty on my cock"

Good

I want to be pretty for him

I want to please him

"My pretty pussy so wet and creamy for me. So tight. God I love fucking you"

"Yes Jimin, fuck, fuck me"

"Yeah my pretty slut. I'm gonna fuck you so good. Right after you cum"

Pulling me down on him, my orgasm hits me out of nowhere, making my body shake is fucking bliss as I scream his name

He holds me on his length, letting me ride out my orgasm

Then next thing I know, I'm on my hand and knees

Jimin shoves himself back in, impaling me on his pretty cock

"God baby, you're so fucking wet, you're leaking everywhere. Think you can squirt for me?"

I nod, "Yes Min"

I can because he makes me

No other guy I've been with has made me

Fuck no other guy has fucked me as well as Jimin does

"There's my girl", he groans, pulling almost all the way out

He thrusts inside so fast and hard, making me scream

He barrels in and out at such as fast pace and force, he's pushing me forward on the bed

"Jimin more baby, more"

God I'm such a slut for him and I love how rough he gets

"C'mon baby, squirt for me", he demand his hand reaching around us and landing on my clit, rubbing furiously

"Oh god", I moan, the pleasure increasing and I clench hard on his cock

He doesn't stop, his head smashing my spot over and over until I snap, catapulted head first into another orgasm

"Jimin", I scream, my arms shaking, struggling to hold myself up

"Yes baby fuck", he praises, "Gushing so much for me. My good girl"

I feel myself squirting, it running down my legs as he keeps his cock buried inside me

When it's over, his hips move again, snapping against me, burying his cock in hard

"One more", he whispers

Nodding, I let him pound into me, feeling the amazingly good drag of his cock as he moves in and out of me

"Fuck I love this cunt", he growls, moving faster than before, "These fucking pussy lips so good around my cock, sucking me back inside"

He loves watching his cock fuck me, his eyes always on us in whatever position were in

And I love to hear him talk about it

"I'm gonna fill this pretty cunt with cum. Watch my cum leak out around us and down your pretty legs"

"Fuck Jimin, give me"

"Give you what?"

"You're cum Min"

I don't know what it is but I love being full of his cum

I love how it feels inside me, how full it makes me feel, how it feels when it leaks all over my thighs

I'm a slut for his cock and his cum

I want it in me, on me, anywhere

He likes to finish in my pussy most of the time so I don't get to have it on me so much

His hand moves around me, fingers pressing into my clit

"Min", I cry, feeling the added pleasure as his fingers play with me while he fucks me hard

God he knows exactly what to do to my body to make me feel so fucking good

"So tight baby. Throbbing so hard", he praises, "Such a good girl"

I can't answer, I can only feel, stars bursting in my vision as he slams my spot so good I scream his name, releasing on him

"Jimin"

"Yes baby fuck. I'm coming", he yells, sheathing his length fully inside me

His cock throbs, filling me with his warm cum

"Mmm good girl, suck on my cock, get all my cum inside you"

"Yes Min", I moan, doing just that

He pulls out when he's done, keeping me on my hands and knees

"Fuck baby, you're hole looks so pretty throbbing and leaking my cum"

I know how much he loves watching

I feel his sticky cum all over my thighs, dripping down my legs

Moving my hand behind me, I get some of his cum on my fingers

I look at him over my shoulder, put my fingers in mouth and suck his cum off

He bites his lip watching me

Smirking, I say, "So good Min"

"Fuck", he whimpers

He seems to like it, so I do it again, until I swallow all his cum

When I do, he turns me over, kissing me hard, "You're fucking amazing"

I laugh, "I try"

He pulls me to him, his arms around me and I cuddle into him, loving the feel of his body against mine

"Stay with me tonight", he asks, his fingers running in my hair

I glance up at him, "I thought I already was"

The shy smile he gives me is adorable, "Oh yeah ok"

Giggling, I lay in his arms, "So what do you wanna do now?"

"Uh...can we stay here? I'm comfortable and you're comfortable-"

"Yeah Min. I am comfy. We can stay", I smirk. "Maybe later we can get food?"

"Anything you want", he laughs

He knows I'm always hungry

"Yay", I cheer, laying my head on his chest, snuggling closer

"You're so cute", he chuckles

"You are to Min", I answer

We both settle down and I close my eyes, feeling his hand play with my hair, hear the sound of his heartbeat and think of food I want later

Life is good

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"Ow ow ow", he complains as I brush his hair the next morning

He has some knots in it and I'm trying to get them out

He decided to grow out his hair and it's down to the middle of his back

He dyed it grey last week and he looks so hot

But then Jimin always looks hot

"Sorry but you have major bed head from last night"

"You're fault", he whines

"Excuse me?", I laugh, "You didn't want to tie your hair up last night. That's not my problem"

Normally when we have sex, he puts his hair up so it doesn't get tangled

Last night was one of the nights he didn't want to

And this happens every morning that he doesn't

I sit behind him and brush out the knots

"I like when you play with my hair. I wanted to feel that. Sue me"

"Don't be snarky", I tease

He hurrumps and it's cute

When his hair is knot free, I run the comb through it a few more times

"Done"

He turns around to me, pulling me into a hug

"Thanks"

I nod, "Anytime Min"

He smiles, then turns me around, putting me in between his legs, my back to him

I feel the comb running through my hair as he combs mine

This is our routine whenever we sleep at each other's places

Well when his hair is down like I said

Otherwise he just combs my hair

I love when he plays with my hair so this right now is heaven for me

I can fall right back to sleep in seconds

"Don't fall asleep Jo", he laughs

"Aww how'd you know?", I whine

"Because I spent enough time playing with your hair to know it puts you right to sleep", he teases

"Well.....", I trail off, crossing my arms

"Yeah?"

"Eh I got nothing", I pout

"You're pouting aren't you"

How does he know?

"Yes"

"Awww", he laughs, pulling me back, kissing my cheek, "Don't pout. I can't handle it"

I roll my eyes but smile to myself

He's so cute

I feel him move my hair around, weaving it and I know he's braiding it

I showed him how to braid hair when his hair got longer

He wanted to practice on me so I let him

It's just a simple braid

He is better at braiding my hair than his though

When he finishes he ties off my hair, then moves off the bed

"Wanna get food?", he asks

"Do you have to ask?", I reply

"No", he snorts, "But it's generally a question asked when one wakes up"

"And when have you ever heard this one say no", I point to myself

"Never"

I nod, then get up too, going to his dresser and pulling my clothes out

Jimin gave me a drawer in his room and he has one in mine

Well his clothes are mixed with mine as I have way too much and crammed his clothes wherever they fit

It's hilarious watching him dig for his clothes

I always say I'm going to fix my drawers and give him one but with my job and seeing him, it's hard

One day I'll get around to it

Once dressed, I grab my wallet and keys

He doesn't have a car so we use mine

"Hold this?", I ask, handing him my wallet

He takes it without saying anything, putting it in his sweatpants pocket

"Thanks"

"Sure", he smiles

We leave his apartment and I can't wait to eat

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[bruhstories]

Choke Me

Summary: Reiner can’t comprehend why you won’t have sex with him. You help him understand Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: language, dom!Reader, sub!Reiner, oral sex (female receiving), whipping, unprotected sex, tied up Reiner Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: You know what, I'm thriving off of sub!Reiner.

It absolutely baffled Reiner how someone like Annie was such good friends with someone like... you. He didn't mean it in a bad way, it was just too strange that the two of you were so close, yet complete opposites of each other. Annie was a tomboy, silent and calculating, you were dressed in pink from head to toe, loud and outgoing and just so adorable. And you completely ransacked his heart. Reiner was utterly in love with you, and you knew it. So, when he mustered up the courage to ask you out, it did not come as a surprise. In fact, you too crushed on him, and every time you were at their place, your eyes drifted to him, always, all the time. The two of you clicked instantly as a couple, and Reiner could only wonder how on Earth were you single until him, going so far as to asking Annie about your love life and with widened eyes, she hastily dismissed him. See, the thing was that you, despite your bubbly and juvenile personality, were a sick, sadistic dominatrix, and boys were terrified of that. While you usually donned clothing in pastels, flowy dresses and chiffon blouses, half of your closet was filled with garters, suspender belts, corsets, some in the deepest shades of red, others black, materials varying from lace to latex. Whenever you had a guy over and pulled out whips, riding crops or ball gags, they would disappear from the face of the Earth, never evercalling you back. Annie knew this about you but never judged. To each their own, she would say, not exactly caring about your kinks. But she wouldn't know how Reiner would react to that, and while intrigued to find out, she didn't want you two to break up either. Deep down she cared about all of her friends, despite the aloof attitude.

Three months into your relationship, you still politely declined Reiner's offers to have sex. He was incredibly sweet, treating you like a princess, and in return you were supportive and caring, but fearing that he, too, might run away after learning about your kinks, you kept finding excuses to deny him. At one point he even asked you if you have some sort of STD, genuinely concerned but promising to still be with you no matter what. You promised you were clean, but that only made him more curious as to why you wouldn't have him. 'You're not attracted to me?' or 'Am I doing something wrong?' were his usual questions and your heart broke in thousands of pieces each time you refused him. He seemed like the kind of man who dominated in bed, and while you were inclined to switch it out sometimes, you always, always had to have it your way the first time you fucked a guy.

Eventually Reiner couldn't take it anymore. He called you, begged you to explain yourself to him and you ceased to try and keep him away from the carnal pleasure you both desired. You invited him over, offering to cook dinner and disclose what you had managed to hide for so long. He popped at your door with a bouquet of daffodils, matching the honey-yellow apron tied around your waist, his eyes were needy and woeful, still believing it's his fault that you two haven't had sex yet. He kissed you on the lips, starving for more, but you pulled back, opting to discuss things first.

"So," you began, legs crossed under the table and anxiously swirling spaghetti with your fork, "I... shit, I don't even know how to say it."

"Y/N, whatever it is, I promise it won't change what I feel for you." Reiner caressed your cheek so gently that you felt sorry for dragging him into this.

"I think it's best if I show you." You got up, took hold of his hand and guided him into your bedroom. The chamber perfectly reflected your personality, with garlands and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, doodles and drawings taped to the walls and stuffed toys bundled up on your baby blue bedsheets. "You better sit down for this, babe."

"Jesus, how bad can it be?"

With a sigh, you swung open the closet door, revealing the strangest of sex toys, erotic lingerie and high heeled footwear. Reiner erupted into laughter, throwing himself on your bed and holding his abdomen.

"Why exactly are you laughing?" Your voice was serious, dangerous almost, your body lacking a reaction.

"You're telling me you didn't wanna have sex because, what? You're into BDSM?"

"I don't think you get it, Reiner. I'm not just into it, I like dominating men." You frowned, taken aback by his attitude. He perked his ears up and sat up, suddenly attentive, his gaze locking with yours.

"Do you want to dominate me?" The blond asked, unsure of what it would feel like, but inquisitive to try.

"If you'll let me, yes." You bit your lip, fingers smoothing the apron.

"Fuck it, if it makes you happy, I'll let you do whatever you want to me." Reiner declared, palms on his knees. "Do I need a safe word?"

"Not tonight, I'll go easy on you." You beamed, eyes glistening with so much joy and he almost regretted his decision.

Almost.

Tied up, naked and helpless, Reiner could only watch how you strutted into the bedroom, latex corset around your waist, tits out, riding crop in hand.

"Shit, you look so-" crack.

The thin object met with his cheek and he groaned in pain, confusion written all over his face.

"You speak when I allow it, understood?" And he nodded desperately. "Good boy. Maybe if you behave, I'll reward you."

It was then when Reiner realised how easily his dick hardened when he submitted. It was then when he realised how much he loved you.

You dragged the crop across his body, goosebumps all over his skin, before you propped one foot on the bed, spreading your legs and exposing your wet cunt to him. You could've sworn you saw his pupils dilating when your fingers barely touched the slick slit.

"You want this, Reiner?"

"Yes!" The man almost cried out, licking his lips. Crack. Another hit, this time over his thigh and he whimpered — the sound was music to your ears.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please!"

"That's better." You hummed, slightly spreading your folds, foot still on the bed. Your middle finger rubbed around your clit, a quiet moan escaping your lips. "Tell me how much you want it!"

Pulling at his restraints, Reiner sighed. Never has he felt so overpowered, but the pleasure he took from it was slowly seeping in his brain, clouding his judgment.

"I need you, Y/N. I need to feel you so bad, please!"

"You gotta earn it first." Voice aggressive yet seductive, you climbed on top of him, feet at the sides of his head. "Lick it good and I'll reward you. Do a bad job and I'll punish you." And before he could utter a word you were straddling his face. His tongue sloppily licked everything it could, in or around your cunt, and you forcefully grabbed the metallic bedframe with one hand, your other one fondling your soft tits. Your moans echoed in the room as you moved your hips for more friction, your breath hitching, his cock twitching. "Atta boy!" You groaned and slid off of him.

"Did I do well?" Reiner asked, hope glistening in his eyes.

"Very well." You snickered and pressed your lips onto his to taste yourself in a sinful kiss.

"Can I get my reward?" The man asked after you pulled away, a mixture of saliva and slickness at the corners of your mouth.

"Oh, I don't know..." You scrunched your nose.

"Please, Y/N! I've been good, I- I need you around my dick, please!" He begged, not even caring how desperate he sounded and that only made you feel like a goddess. You picked up the riding crop and dragged it up and down his shaft, terror in his eyes.

"I wonder how much it would hurt." You mused, head tilted and mischief in your voice.

"No, no, you said it was good! Please don't punish me-"

"Oh, don't be stupid." You rolled your eyes, climbing back on top of him. "I need that dick as much as you do." And with that, your hand helped push his cock in between your folds, painstakingly slowly taking it all in. "Fuck, you're big."

The sound of skin against skin tickled your brain, your hips moving up and down, your cunt clenching around his throbbing member.

"Please..." Reiner groaned.

"Please what?" You threw your head back, the pressure forming in your core making you moan louder.

"Please choke me!" He asked and you almost stopped moving, taken aback by his request.

"I'm beginning to think you like being dominated, love." You grinned, your fingers lightly squeezing his neck.

"God, you're so tight!" The man bucked his hips, the unexpected thrust earning a whimper out of you. "Harder, choke me harder!"

"Fuck, Reiner!" The grip around his neck tightened and your moves became frantic, animalistic. "You like that? You like the way I fuck you?"

"Mhm!" He eagerly nodded, unable to speak.

"Look at you, so small and pathetic." You panted, feeling your climax close and his cock pulsating. "Oh, are you gonna come? Go on, do it, come for me!" You cried out, legs violently quaking as the sticky hot liquid dripped out of your folds, down his shaft. For a moment neither of you moved. You looked at Reiner through strands of Y/H/C that draped over your face, beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. Your hands extended and you untied the ropes around his wrists, falling next to your boyfriend on the mattress, cum leaking out of your cunt.

"Do you still... love me?" You whispered, your voice shy, completely different to the woman you were five seconds ago.

"Babe, of course! And to be fair, it was so hot submitting to you." Reiner pulled you to his chest, fingers brushing your cheek. "Say, think we can switch it up next time?"

"Nope!" You smiled and rested your forehead on his shoulder.

"Eh, at least I tried." The man shrugged. "In all seriousness, though, don't hide things like these from me. If this is what you like then I respect that, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Most boys ran, but Reiner was a man, and he was clearly going to stay.

"Maaaaybe we can switch next time. But only if you behave!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

[floating-mid-air]

The Princess of all Saiyans

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Hey Everyone! It's been a while. My life's been kind of hectic the past couple of months. Long story short: I Graduated from Highschool this year, so I was busy with everything having to do with that. Then my summer job sadly prevented me from writing as well. And then I started College, which was a big change for me. For now, there are no more chapters in my life opening or closing. Now I'm finally in a place where I feel comfortable continuing this book again. I could've honestly been writing during all of this chaos. But I wouldn't have been pleased with the quality of my writing. I'm really excited to get back into the swing of things. I don't think this chapter panned out the way I originally planned, but I'm still happy with it. As always, I hope you enjoy it. And if you have any comments or concerns, feel free to let me know. My inbox is always open!

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Chapter 11

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You've been walking for quite some time now, and the experience has been excruciating. You haven't been in this much pain since you and Raditz were on planet Telia, ten-something years ago. Those damn underlings were able to get a good sneak attack on you. Though you can't say, you let them get away scot-free. You made sure to make their entire dreadful race pay for that injury. You and Raditz had covered up that incident, much like you're doing with your current injury.

"So---" You can hear Goku talking to Krillin from just slightly left of you. "Did you guys find the senzu beans?" Wow, Kakarot may be the least subtle creature you've ever encountered.

"Ya." Krillin chuckles. "All four of us were in pretty rough shape." Goku glances at you with a worried look on his face. You glare at him as Raditz eyes the two of you skeptically. He knows something's off between the two of you. Maybe something serious did happen while you and his brother were trapped together. 

A bit more time has passed, and you've been trying your best to keep up with the others. But it isn't as easy as you thought. You're now trailing behind the rest of them, with Raditz turning back to look at you every so often. The largest Saiyan slows down to catch up with your slower pace, now walking beside you.

He turns to you, whispering in a low tone. "Something's off." Raditz can no longer stay silent about his concerns. First, it was the strange vibes between you and Kakarot. And now it's your out-of-character demeanor making him uneasy.

"About what?"

"You. Typically you walk beside your brother, and when he doesn't let you, you make sure you're always only a few paces behind. But right now, you couldn't be more content to trail everyone. Plus, you're far too confident to not be in the very front." Raditz has been around far too long for your liking. Damn him. He knows you far too well, and you hate him for it.

You roll your eyes at him. "So this conclusion of yours is based on the way I'm walking? I'm tired. When I fought, Burter, that physically drained me. And then I got trapped in a ditch with your moronic brother, that mentally drained me. I'm exhausted, Raditz." 

"It's not just the way you're walking. It's your mannerisms as well." He points at your side. "Your hand hasn't moved from your side from the moment I first saw you."

"God, Raditz." You scoff. "Stop overanalyzing everything."

"Getting defensive now? That's your M.O whenever you're hiding something." He looks back and forth between your face and your hand that has remained glued to your side. The gears in the older Saiyan's head slowly but surely turning. " Y/N, are you hurt?" 

"No." You snap your eyes shut, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to suppress a wince of pain. "I'm fine."

He tilts his head at you. "Y/N, I know you claim otherwise, but I'm not stupid. I know you're in pain."

You chuckle softly in a self-pitying way. "Am I that easy to read?"

Raditz shakes his head, smiling to himself. "No, I've just known you for a long time now." He returns to his serious demeanor, his gaze returning to the area of your wound. "How bad is it?"

"I barely feel it at all. Though, climbing out of that ditch must have reopened the cut."

Raditz snickers. "You're a bad liar."

"That's strange. I've been told in the past that I'm quite good at lying."

A smirk spreads across Raditz's lips. "Well, you apparently aren't when I'm involved."

The larger Saiyan glances at the back of your brother's head. You respond with a glare, firmly pulling on a large chunk of his hair. You know what Raditz wants to do, and it's not happening. "Don't even think about it."

"I-I think we should tell him Y/N."

"No." You let go of his hair, tapping his chest with extreme force. "You're going to keep your big mouth shut. Vegeta will freak out. You know how irrational he gets."

Raditz decides to let you have your way--- for now. The man can't help but wonder why you're so stubborn, but then again, his nature isn't much different from yours.

With every minute that passes, your condition only seems to worsen. Your eyes even start to droop. "Y/N?" Raditz turns to you, his features beginning to fill with worry. He places one of his large hands on your forehead. You're burning up. "You have a fever. Your wound must be infected."

"No." You shake your head in disagreement, almost like a child. As your mental state becomes more and more delirious. 

"Vegeta!" Raditz shouts, gaining your brother's attention.

"Fuck you, Raditz! You're such a blabbermouth!" You shout at the larger Saiyan in front of you.

"What's wrong this time? Is my sister trying to pull you into another one of her elaborate schemes?"

"Y/N's hurt--- bad." Vegeta's eyes widen, and not even a millisecond later, he rushes to your side. "She has a fever. I think her cut is infected."

"Where is it?" He crosses his arms at you, noticing your hand placed firmly on your side. He moves your hand out of the way with ease, lifting your armor. "How did this happen?"

"Burter nicked me during our fight. It's no big deal."

"No big deal? It's infected, you stupid woman!" He turns his attention to Kakarot. "Did you know about this?"

You snicker. "Oh ya, Vegeta. I get hurt, and the first person I run to tell is Kakarot." Vegeta's fists clench at your sarcastic remark, turning his fit of rage back at you.

"You know, in certain situations, you're more prone to infections. And a planet like Namek checks all of the boxes! You know you need to be more careful. Damn our mother and her faulty genetics!" Sadly that's a trait you had inherited from your mother. On most planets, you'd be fine, and injuring yourself would be no big deal. But Namek has specific conditions that result in you being more vulnerable. 

"Raditz, pick her up." Raditz picks you up, giving you a piggyback ride. You wrap your arms around his neck, giving yourself better balance. Vegeta glances up at you. He looks even madder than usual. "With the condition, you're in, you will not be fighting. You will stay away from Jeice, and you won't even enter the same proximity as Ginyu. Do you understand me?"

"But--"

"No!" His voice booms, gaining the attention of every creature for miles. "I'm not kidding around. Do you understand me?"

You bite your lip, tilting your head downwards, avoiding your brother's gaze like the plague. "Yes, Vegeta." Vegeta returns to the front of the group, his mood sourer than ever.

As Raditz begins to walk, he starts talking to you again. "Are you mad at me?" You don't verbally respond. Instead, you claw into his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. "Fuck. I'll take that as a yes."

"You're a tattletale."

Raditz chuckles. "No wonder why Vegeta babies you. You'll thank me for this later, you stubborn woman. And I've kept your secrets before, handfuls of them, actually. Like what happened on planet Telia----" Raditz realized the grave mistake he had just made, mentioning that incident in the presence of the very being you worked so hard to hide it from.

You slap the older Saiyan upside the head as Vegeta turns backward, a scowl plastered on his face. "What happened on plant Telia?" It was a rhetorical question, mocking both you and Raditz. "Oh, the three of us will be discussing this in length later. Because it sounds to me like you both lied to me on that initial report." You and Raditz gulp, you've heard that tone from your brother millions of times now, and it has never once become any less terrifying. 

"Oh, lighten up, Geta." You groan. "That was like, what? Around thirteen years ago?"

"The amount of time that has passed matters very little to me. As I said before, this is a discussion for later."

A few more hours have passed, which honestly feels like days at this point. And considering Namek's strange day cycle, it very well could've been. "How much farther?" Your question was clearly directed at Vegeta. And at this point, you're not even sure he has any idea where you're headed either.

"I don't know why you're the one complaining." Raditz huffs.  "You're not the one doing all of the walking! And if you ask him that one more time, I'm going to drop you." Ok so maybe, that wasn't the first time you've asked that question today. Or the second, or third, you're very bored. 

"Man Raditz." You roll your eyes, which are barely open at this point. "You sure complain--- a lot."

"You were just complaining." The long-haired Saiyan grumbles. 

"No, I simply asked Vegeta a question. There's a difference Raditz. I know it's hard for your feeble mind to understand." When you're sick, you tend to act, oh what's the word? Bitcher than normal. And that's saying a lot.

Raditz clenches his jaw. "Vegeta. I need a break from your sister."

"That's how I felt ninety percent of the time I was stuck in a room with you, Nappa, and Cado. And you didn't see me running to wine to Frieza about it."

Before Raditz can retort, your brother interjects. "That's enough! From both of you!"

Krillin, Gohan, and Goku have identical bewildered expressions on their faces. Krillin turns to Vegeta, lowering his voice to a whisper. He doesn't want to be the next victim of your wrath. "Do they always fight like this?" The human finds this perplexing. Back on Earth, the pair seemed inseparable. They appeared to be the Saiyan equivalent of what on Earth would be considered best friends.

Vegeta lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, but typically it's more playful in nature. When my sister is sick, she becomes even brattier than usual."

Vegeta's warning to both of you seems to have fallen on dead ears. Because your quarrel has not ceased, in fact, it has only elevated. "I will drop you, you royal brat!"

"I dare you to you second-class runt. I could still kick your ass even in my delirious state. I wouldn't even have to try very hard."

"I'm considering----"

Before Raditz can even get three words out, your bickering is once again interrupted, and not by the person you may think. "Enough!" Gohan shouts. You honestly forgot the others were here for a moment."If you two keep fighting like this, you're going to get all of us killed!" You and Raditz stare at the boy in shock. It's been a long time since the two of you have been yelled at by a child. The last time being when you were children yourselves. Vegeta hasn't changed much since childhood. He's been bossing you around and shouting at you since you were children, but I'm sure that's not very surprising. 

"Ya, and I can take Y/N---- if you need a break." Goku rubs the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. "Not that I want to hold Y/N or anything."

"No." You rapidly shake your head. "Raditz, I'm sorry. I'll be good now--- I promise."

A wicked grin spreads across Raditz's lips right before he grabs your hands with his larger ones. He loosens your grip around his neck, moving your body with ease, scooping you up into his arms. Every step Raditz takes toward Goku seems even more antagonizing slower than the last. Until he's standing directly in front of his younger brother. He elevates his arms slightly, dropping you right in front of an unsuspecting Goku.

Lucky for you, Goku has sharp reflexes. That allows the Saiyan to catch you easily. Raditz look's his brother dead in the eyes, his typical arrogant grin still on his lips. "She's your problem now, Kakarot." Raditz gazes downward to look at you. "Stop pouting. Maybe next time, you'll be nicer to good old Raditz."

A low growl echoes in the back of your throat as you glare daggers at the Saiyan standing before you. "Ya, or maybe next time, I'll rip out your tail and strangle you with it!" The only thing that's stopping you from lunging at Raditz is Goku's firm grip holding you in place.

Rather than arguing that the entire group has become accustomed to, the whole area has become dead silent. You're no longer pouting. Instead, you are glaring at the man who continues to carry you bridal style. You've never liked being held like this. It makes you feel weak like you have no control over your own body.

What makes you even more irritated, Is how Goku reacts to your death stare. He just grins at you. Does he just never get angry? What kind of Saiyan is he? It fills you with so much anger that someone as dopey as Kakarot has Saiyan blood flowing through his veins. 

You clench your fists. You just wanna punch Kakarot so badly. He just has such a punchable face. If you could take away his cheery personality, he'd actually be quite attractive. Wait--- what the hell are you thinking? Kakarot is stupid and way too friendly for you to ever think of him in that way.

 You move your fist up, finally giving in to your urges, attempting to punch the man holding you. Probably not your wisest moment, but your brain isn't functioning normally right now. Goku catches your hand with ease. His reflexes are unreal, or maybe this fever has you more sluggish than you believed. You'd prefer to think that it's the second option. He chuckles to himself. He's still not upset. What the hell is wrong with him? "Come on, Y/N. You gotta be quicker than that." He's challenging you. How Saiyan like of him. You seem to always be able to find specks of Saiyan nature in the cheerful man. And those are the aspects you actually like about him. 

Your eyes begin to once again feel heavy as your eyes droop shut, just before you fall asleep in the arms of your enemy. 

Twenty-Something Years Ago:

You're sitting on your bed, sitting crisscrossed, a book laying open on your lap. Since your father is currently off-planet, you can read all you want. You're enamored with your newest book. It's all about a topic referred to as diplomacy. It's fascinating and has many concepts that are entirely foreign to you, yet at the same time, some of these ideas are also familiar. 

As you read, your door slams open, but you pay the interruption almost no attention, not even bothering to look up from your book. Honestly, the unwelcome intrusion has you more angered than anything else. "God, Vegeta." You roll your eyes. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" Something's not right. When Vegeta usually bursts into your room, he's automatically shouting at you.

Out of pure curiosity, you look up from your book. However, standing at your door, you don't find Vegeta. A boy with a very similar appearance but with a much smaller stature stands in your door frame. He's out of breath, desperately huffing for air. "Tarble?" You furrow your brows at your brother, launching off your bed to get closer to him. "What's wrong?" You have this sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your twin has never behaved in such a manner before. 

"Captain--- Captain Ginyu is here." Tarble is shaking, his eyes watering slightly.

You scowl ever so slightly. "But Ginyu's not scheduled to be on planet Vegeta any time soon." 

"It's--- It's a surprise visit. What do we do, Y/N?"

You contemplate for a moment before your features fill with alarm. "Tarble? Where's Vegeta?"

His lip quivers as he looks down at the floor. "He's with Captain Ginyu."

"Damn it." You mutter under your breath. Diplomacy is a skill you need right now. And Vegeta doesn't have a single quality that a diplomat possesses. Your elder brother is more likely to unnecessarily provoke the Captain, putting your entire race in hot water with the Frieza Force. 

You rush over to your bedside table, rummaging through the drawer. Once you have your scouter in your hand, you run back over to your brother. "Stay in here, and use this to channel our father. Let him know what's going on." You push past your twin, about to leave, before Tarble's voice calls out to you.

"Wait, Y/N!" You turn back to look at him. "Where are you going?"

"I have to go stop our older brother from doing something stupid. Everything will be fine, I promise. Just calm down and do as I said." And with that, you take off, praying that Vegeta hasn't already done something rash.

As you sprint down the halls of the palace, you run face-first into the torso of a large body. "Princess?"

You look up at the bald Saiyan, the one who's supposed to be at your brother's side at all times. Since the future king of planet Vegeta needs to be protected. "Nappa, Where is my brother?"

The imbecile scratches the back of his neck, contemplating much longer for your liking. "I'm not sure. I haven't seen the runt in quite some time. You should probably ask Vegeta." 

You scowl at the Saiyan. "Not Tarble, you fool! I'm asking you where Vegeta is!"

"Oh, Why didn't you just say so?" It's taking every ounce of restraint you have in your body to not viciously attack Nappa. "He's just outside of the palace." 

You run through Nappa, intentionally knocking the large Saiayn onto the floor. His stupidity lost you precious time. It was quite an amusing sight, though. A mere child, being able to take down one of your father's best warriors. 

You arrive outside of the palace, your eyes landing on your target. This is the first time you've ever seen Captain Ginyu. Sure, you've heard stories of the purple man. And much like your people, Ginyu is just as bloodthirsty and just as ruthless. Much to your surprise, the Captain doesn't have an army behind him. This was just before the Ginyu Force had formed. All Ginyu was at this point in time was a captain of one of Frieza's many armies. 

You walk over to them, now standing at your brother's side. "Captain Ginyu." You speak with your hands, an exaggerated smile appearing on your lips. "To what do we owe the honor?"

The man looks down at you, clearly analyzing you with his scouter. "Well, if this isn't a surprise. I think this is the first time I've had the pleasure of meeting you, Y/N." Ginyu extends his large hand out to you, causing Vegeta to feel a great deal of alarm. Your brother's body has gone tense with an apprehensive look on his face. But when your older brother looks over to you, there isn't even a glint of fear in your eyes. You're calm, almost as if one of Lord Frieza's deadliest warriors was not standing before you. You accept the Captain's hand, presenting him with a short but polite handshake. "Your father doesn't like showing you off much, does he?" 

You chuckle softly. "My father likes to hold his cards close to his chest. I'm sure a man like yourself is quite similar." Sucking up to Ginyu is not your favorite pastime, but it needs to be done. And every Saiyan on this planet knows your big brother is far too prideful to do it himself.

Ginyu looks between you and Vegeta carefully. For someone so highly regarded by Frieza, he sure isn't subtle. He's trying to read your facial expressions. Unfortunately for him, your father has raised you both much better than that. A poker face to you feels more natural than a genuine expression. "Speaking of your father, where is he right now?"

"He's of---"

You quickly cut Vegeta off. "He's in a meeting. That's why our father sent me out. He wanted you to know he sends his regards, but his hands are tied at the moment. He will be here at soon as possible. I hope my brother and I can suffice your needs in the meantime."

Captain Ginyu eyes you skeptically, tilting his head at you ever so slightly. "That sounds serious. I hope it's nothing too pressing."

"Of course not. It's nothing my father can't handle."

You're about to continue your schmoozing, but you're stopped by Vegeta aggressively yanking on your arm. "We need to talk-- in private."

You grimace at your brother's words. He just always has to make everything that much more difficult for you. You turn back to Ginyu, offering the man a cheerful smile. "Will you excuse us for a moment? We'll be right back."

Vegeta drags you around a corner, concealing you both from Ginyu's prying eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" He huffs at you in a whisper. "I had everything under control."

You snicker, crossing your arms. "You were just about to tell Ginyu that our father was off-planet. It sounds to me like I got here just in time to prevent you from making a grave mistake."

"I don't see why that matters."

"And that's the issue, Vegeta. Now we don't have time for this. Let's go." You turn back around, walking back over to Ginyu, Vegeta trailing not far behind. "I'd like to apologize for my brother's rudeness, Captain Ginyu." You shake your head but with a slight smirk across your lips. "All Saiyan men are the same, and my brother is no exception. They're incredibly thickheaded and quite savage. I'm convinced they don't even realize what brutes they are." You watch your brother ball his hands up into fists from beside you. It fills you with an immense feeling of joy knowing you're getting under Vegeta's skin for once. You turn back to Ginyu, plastering that disingenuous grin on your face. "Now, how about we give you a tour of our wonderful planet?"  

You and Vegeta have shown Ginyu around almost the entirety of your planet, and you must admit you're beginning to grow worried. Luckily you've managed to hold off any more questions about your father's whereabouts by charming him with various facts about planet Vegeta. But to be honest, you're not sure how much longer you can hold up this charade for. You've exhausted pretty much every idea that you've been able to come up with.

"Captain Ginyu!" Your father's brash voice invades your ears as you turn around to finally see the man you've been anxiously waiting for. You've never seen your father walk in such an urgent manner, and it's pretty funny watching your twin struggling to keep up with your father's pace. 

Your father places himself between you and Vegeta, ruffling your hair affectionately. You look up at him. "How'd your meeting go?"

Your father meets your gaze, catching onto your deception almost immediately. "It went very well. Thank you both for keeping Captain Ginyu company in my absence, but I think I can handle it from here." He directs his attention back onto Captain Ginyu. "Now, how about we discuss you're abrupt arrival somewhere more private."

The two men exit your field of view, leaving the three of you alone. Tarble, in his typical fashion, glues himself to your side. "What the hell was that?" Vegeta spits out with venom. "Where was your pride? You were basically groveling at his feet."

You furrow your brows at him. "I was doing what needed to be done. And if you think our father isn't currently doing the same thing, you're a bigger fool than I thought."

"I know our father is being more agreeable with him, but not at the cost of his pride."

"It's always about pride with you." You step closer to Vegeta, closing the distance between you. "Your pride today would have cost the loss of countless lives today, Vegeta."

"Then so be it. If there are Saiayn's that inadequate on our planet, we should probably just exterminate them now. It'll save us the hassle later on."

You snicker, shaking your head at Vegeta. "Some King you'll be." You turn to your twin. "Let's go, Tarble. I have no desire to be near our foolish brother right now."

The conversation between Captain Ginyu and your father was brief. It was a very anticlimactic ending to the naked eye. The briefness of this encounter only set off more alarm bells in King Vegeta's head. It was clear to the man that Ginyu's excuse for being on his planet was bullshit. He's just not quite sure what the captain's intentions were, but he sure as hell is going to find out.

As soon as Ginyu left planet Vegeta, he promptly set course for his next destination. He's headed straight to Lord Frieza to report his findings, and he's eager to do so.

 Ginyu arrives on the planet in record time, heading straight for the throne room. Ginyu kneels before Frieza, waiting for his boss to speak. "Captain Ginyu. You're sure back early. I trust you were able to gather enough information on the young prince."

Captain Ginyu nods enthusiastically. "Of course, Lord Frieza. The Price was exactly the same as the previous data we collected on him. He's powerful and quite intelligent for a Saiyan. Though, he did inherit that nasty temper from his father."

Frieza sighs. "How disappointing."

"But I did discover something that you may find interesting, Lord Frieza."

Frieza tilts his head at the man. He can't help but feel intrigued. "Go on." It's not that easy for him to find an advantage over those monkeys, so he'll take any information Ginyu can give him, no matter how minuscule. 

"Y/N--- King Vegeta's daughter piqued my interest greatly. She's not even close to as strong as her brother, but she's remarkably clever. She's very good with words, she knows how to manipulate people. I'd say she might even be better than King Vegeta himself."

"Now, that is fascinating. Good work, Ginyu. I'll look into the Princess's abilities more in-depth later. You're excused."

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This is just something I felt the need to clarify: So in this chapter's flashback, Vegeta is around three, and Y/N and Tarble are about two. In my head, I picture children on planet Vegeta behaving like miniature adults. My idea is once they leave their chambers (the tanks they are raised in to get their basic Saiyan instincts under control), their minds are fully grown, but their physical growth is quite delayed. That's why they curse and stuff. I have a minuscule window of time to squash in all of my plot ideas. So this was the best way to do so.

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❛ WHO'S THE ALPHA? ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: hi there💞 can i request where reader and antiono dawson are dating in secret and she's pregnant and now they getting it on with some smut in his office and her father hank catches them with some angst please

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❚❙ NOTES: There's no smut because I couldn't imagine the situation of being caught in the act, also keeping in mind that reader is Hank's daughter. There's no way Antonio would take that kind of risk.

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Since you knew this morning that you're pregnant, you haven't stopped thinking about how you are going to say it to Antonio. It's not a big deal, but it means that your father will know it too. And that's a real problem. But the happiness inside you doesn't let you worry now about that. It's been a long year hiding it from him and maybe it's a good way for him to discover it.

Honestly, you can't wait till coming to his house to tell him and, by the time it is, your father must be in your home already. So you decide to drive to the District. Antonio has to be there, since he hasn't text you yet. Leaving your car in the private parking, you walk in by the back door, going upstairs straight to the Intelligence Unit, passing away what they call the cage and the interview rooms. You can't contain the smile curving up your lips when you find your boyfriend very focused on something in his computer, writing down some kind of notes in a report. He doesn't even notice your presence, till you're in front of him.

“Voight left ten minutes ago”. He says, keeping up appearances just in case someone can hear you.

“We're alone”. You reply raising both eyebrows.

Leaning back on his chair to check both sides of his office, he drags his seat away from his desk enough for you to sit on his lap. Infected by your smile, Antonio can't help but draw the same gesture while placing an arm around your waist and his other hand on the back of your head. He's delighted to see you after a long day of paperwork and his ass stuck on his chair. Sometimes he doesn't know if it is worse to be there or to be in the street. But you're his reward, so he doesn't complain.

His lips find yours in a sigh, purring against them when he feels your warm wrapping him. The only thing he needs. His kisses are soft, slow, gentle. Just like his caresses. Just like him all the time. You found the most tender man you could ask for, and you thank God every day of your life. He takes care of you like no one else, with the most minimal details, without asking anything back. You two are made for each other, that's a fact.

“Antonio… baby, I have to tell you something”.

“Can't it wait?” He mumbles pecking your lips once and again, watching him bite his in the short meantime of meeting again.

“Yeah, actually for… like seven months, more or less”.

With his mouth on yours but not moving a single inch, he pulls himself away from you frowning confused. Your boyfriend doesn't last longer than two seconds to put his brain cells to work and connects the dots. His gesture changes from playful and joy to a big pout, as his eyes are filled up with tears.

“Dios mío”.

It's the first time you watch him crying since you know him, for more than eight years. You don't doubt cleaning the tears that fall down by his cheek, as his sobs become a little constant.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a broken tone of voice, tilting his head for a moment. You just nod in silence. “When did… you know?”

“This morning. I'm two months now… Are you… happy?”

“Of course I am, princesa”. Lively laughing, he urges you to stand up to do the same and push you into a tight hug between his arms.

Of course, it wasn't something you two planned. And of course, it wasn't something you two were expecting. But you have never felt this blissfulness in your life. You're in a rollercoaster of emotions right now, just like your boyfriend who doesn't know what to say, nor what to do more than to spread a bunch of kisses all around your face trying to transmit you every single thing he is feeling right now.

Since Laura left him, Antonio thought he would never be loved with so much intensity, and then, you clapped eyes on each other. You know him ever since practically, but that time was different. You had a rare day in the hospital and he had closed a two-months investigation satisfactory. But you were tired like never before, feeling vulnerable and with a mix of emotions roaming your bodies. You came to the District looking for your father, but he was gone to celebrate already, so he offered himself to drive you home. And it just simply happened.

One year after, you're expecting your first baby. And probably not the last.

“Making friends?”

The well known tone of voice of your father interrupts your moment. Your bodies are frozen against the other, putting distance between both slowly. Gulping and turning toward the sergeant, you watch him waving a hand waiting for an answer. The tip of his tongue licks his teeth, arching an eyebrow as his face hardens. You aren't able to say anything, looking at your boyfriend who seems more terrified than you, rubbing his forehead.

“Hm…”

Your father grabs his gun from the holster on his belt, taking the safety off. You know he's just pressuring you to talk, but you block his possible target by putting ahead of Antonio. Just in case.

“Dad… Dad, list—listen”.

“I'm listening, baby girl”. He scoffs, placing his hands crossed under his abdomen.

“We… Uh…” Your heart is racing so fast that you're afraid to collapse, until you feel one of Antonio's hands hold yours, placing himself by your side. “We're together… like… a couple”.

“You're not anymore. Go home and wait for me there”.

“Da—”.

“Don't make me say it twice, (Y/N)”.

“Go. We will talk later, I promise you”. Your boyfriend's whisper doesn't make you feel convinced, but you obey in silence not being another option.

With your arms around your abdomen and your hands trembling tangled on your own uniform, you leave the District looking back every two seconds. It's not like Hank controls your life, but this is a question of honor, and you trust in Antonio. You know they need to be alone to talk some sense into him. But you also know what is going to happen.

Two long hours sitting on your sofa, desperate with your phone between both fingers waiting for a call, a text, anything. You knew it wasn't a good idea to hide it from your father, but to be honest, you didn't know that Antonio and you could go that far. The baby wasn't something planned, it just happened. You haven't even had time to react, but you still have some hope. Hank would never forbid you to continue this relationship now that you're pregnant. Though you know it's not going to be easy for him to assimilate it.

When the lights of a big SUV illuminates the street and the facade of your house, you don't lose time getting up from your seat to run to the entrance, opening the door and waiting for your father to say something as he steps out of his car. He doesn't look happy, not at all. You've lied to him all this time and you're aware of how hurt his ego is right now. It's going to cost you more than a sorry to bring back his trust in you. Licking your bottom lip in silence, you can't help but go downstairs to meet him on his path.

Hank has his hands kept in the pocket of his jeans with a rough and disappointed gesture in his face. You aren't sure what to say, being just a couple steps away from him.

“Maybe Antonio tripped and broke his nose”. He just says with feigned innocence, causing you to arch an eyebrow and cross your arms on your chest. “He's in the Chicago Med. You should go”.

Your father is about to pass you away to the inside when you stop him by a hand on his chest, pushing him back to face you.

“You're still my favorite man on earth”. You mumble bowing your head down for a second, till he holds your hand to place a kiss on the back of it.

“That's why he isn't dead, princess”.

“Isn't it because I am pregnant, and he is the father?” Not trying to contain a soft grin, you grab his other hand to lace your fingers with his and place them on your belly, knowing it's going to work.

“His grandfather is more than enough”. Hank replies squinting at you, before tilting his head to press a kiss on your forehead.

Leaving the front of your house straight to your car, he waits for you outside till you abandon your neighborhood to take the highway and reach the hospital faster. You're ashamed, you can't lie, but if your father didn't have a single scratch means that Antonio didn't hit him back, which is good. He still knows who the alpha is. You can go against the world, but not against Hank Voight. That's a fact. Everybody in Chicago knows it.

Not caring too much about how you park your car, your legs move quicker to the Emergencies being received by Will, who is trying to not laugh pressing both lips against the other. Making you a sign with a silent congratulations, your eyes travel around the open doors till finding Antonio sitting on a stretcher with his head bowed down, swinging his feet.

Knocking on the white metallic frame, you stick your head out of it with a sweet smile on the corner of your lips. “Need a ride back home, inspector?”

“May I need a nurse too”.

His brown eyes have a shine that only appears in them when he sees you after a long, long day; when he's about to be hugged by you, kissed, touched, loved. Putting down from the stretcher, you help your boyfriend to wear his jacket and zip it up over his torso.

“You okay?” Feeling your cheeks burning because of the shame, you put both hands on his neck to take a look of his nose covered with a gauze.

“He just threatened me and punched me. Honestly, I thought he would bring me to a remote place to make me dig my own grave. I think it did quite well, don't you?”

Antonio's positivism makes you laugh, nodding with your chin. Holding your arms and taking them to his mouth, he kisses both with so much care and tenderness, before tilting his head to catch your lips between his. At first, it's weird and awkward for you to be kissen for him in public, after a year hiding it. But it only lasts a short second. You can't wait to stop containing your impulses for hugging him and holding his hand and calling him amor in front of all; not in front of your dad, obviously. You're too young to die.

[your-average-weeb-dealer]

HELLO OH MY CONGRATS ON 130!!!?! I'd love to enter your event!!!!!! I was wondering if I could have either a deathnote or bnha matchup!!!?? I am a Leo, and an enfp!!! My pronouns are she/her, and I am heteroromantic and asexual!!! So first thing I'd look for in a s/o would be that they were respectful of me being ace!!!! The dream would be to be with someone that would either do impulsive things with me, or just stop me from doing them when it gets out of hand!!! My dream date would either be an amusement park so we can ride some crazy rollercoasters, a picnic where we can make flower crowns, doing crazy things really early in the morning when I can't sleep, or just staying home and baking while watching movies!!! I have a hard time going to sleep, and I don't want to bug anyone because of that!! I have a pretty major sweet tooth, so if they also enjoy chocolates and cake and just overly sweet things then that's a bonus!!! I tend to lean towards people who are the opposite of me meaning they are either not very expressive, or they can be a little more harsh(?) than I can!!! *Laughs in both mommy and daddy issues* I am great at carrying conversations as I am very talkative!!! I am 5'0, and I have a smaller build!! I have blonde curly hair that right now is getting to be kinda long so I am going to cut it back to shoulder length!!! I have blue eyes, and tend to dress kinda out there!!! I love to wear pastel colours, with lots of crazy accessories!!! A bonus with a s/o would be that they have a sense of fashion!!! I express myself via my clothing and by making art!!! I am in the middle of expanding my jewelry collection, and I just made a whole heap of crazy earrings!!! I love to embroider and sculpt and just create things!!! I used to love making digital art but I haven't really done much of that in a while because I compared my work with that of other artists too much... I can be confident at times, but my insecurities do come out, and in order to deal with that ideally I would surround myself with people that would be able to help me in those times!!! Also on that note I'm over 7 months ed relapse free!!!!!! I am so happy to be at this point and my friends have helped me so much I owe the world to all of them!!! My home life isn't all that great but I have plans to move to Chicago and become a florist!!! I love dogs!!! I also love music and I cannot exist without background noise and I don't want to annoy anyone with that... one of the most important things for me when it comes to people is being around those who aren't racist, sexist, homophobic, or just not supportive of letting people be who they are or want to be!! At this point I am just ranting, so thank you for the opportunity!!! I hope you have an amazing day, and don't forget to drink some water!!!

Thanks for all the info!! And congrats on 7 months, it takes a lot of strength to get that far!! 

I match you with...

Mello/Mihael Keehl (from Death note)

-and- 

Denki Kaminari (from Bnha)

Chocoholic (Mello)

you’d be the perfect couple... besides the fact that he’s in the mafia- 

He’s go out of his way to buy you sweets (he may even share some of chocolate... if he’s in a good mood) 

Being that he gets overly emotional a lot of the times, he would probably end up impulsively doing random illegal shit with you 

He’d stop you from doing stupid impulsive things as well 

Dates with him would probably be indoor movie dates and cuddling

He can’t do that much with you since... well he is a criminal 

He’d be a total tsundere, he’d be a complete jackass when you first met but as you get to know him he’d be a lil softy

H E  P R O T E C C 

He’d get mad if you couldn’t sleep and didn’t come over to him and ask for cuddles  

He wouldn’t mind having music playing while he works- it just better be something he likes. 

He probably goes shopping with you, and he’s good at it 

I mean he’s got money and a fashion sense, there’s no way you’re going to be walking around in something basic or bland

Memelord (Denki) 

You would both be the trouble makers of U.A

Anything happens and you and Kaminari are the first to get the blame

it makes sense though, you and him are both super impulsive

Your dates would mostly be to amusement parks, pinic dates, walks on the beach and you trying to still be with him whilst avoiding Mineta   

He doesn’t mind at all that your ace- ok he may be a little disappointed at first but he’ll get over it because... 

A PRETTY GIRL WANTS TO DATE HIM

I mean he can’t even get over how happy he is

He definitely knows how to draw, and may even draw little comics of the two of you 

He’ll braid flowers into your hair while you’re on a picnic date 

If you ever compare your art to his he’ll just say

“Huh? B-but, it’s not a competition. I drew this so you could see how beautiful you are” (denki) he said holding up a portrait he made of you  

He tried learn how to sculpt so he could relate to you even more-

yeah, it turned out just looking like a giant lump of clay

You and him run around the U.A school grounds when you can’t sleep, destroying everything you come in contact with 

(A/n: AHHh I didn’t expect so many people to request match ups!! Don’t worry I’ll get to all of them!) 

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G1 Climax B Block finals preview

This is the last round of block matches in B Block. Each block match has two points on the line--you get 2 for a win, 1 for a draw, or 0 for any other outcome (I think). Whoever comes out of this show with the best score wins the block, and advances to the tournament final on October 21.

This show will start Wednesday morning at 4:30 am EDT, and there will be both Japanese and English commentary available. You can stream it live or on-demand at NJPW World, by paying 999 yen ($8.74 US) for the month of October.

Jeff Cobb (16 points) vs. Kazuchika Okada (14 points) - Everyone else in the block has been mathematically eliminated, so this is for all the marbles. If Okada wins this match, he'll get to 16 points and hold the tiebreaker over Cobb, so he'll win the block. Any other outcome means Cobb wins the block.

For most of the tour it was looking like both of these guys were going to go undefeated until they met each other in this match. However, Okada was stunned in an upset by Tama Tonga on October 14, so the best he can finish with is 8-1. Cobb can still achieve a perfect score, which hasn't happened in the G1 for a very long time.

I would expect this match to go long with a lot of epic comebacks. These two haven't dominated the field to go down quietly now. And it makes sense to tease a time limit draw, which Cobb can afford to take but Okada cannot.

We know the block winner will face Kota Ibushi in the finals. Given that, and the fact Ibushi has a good chance of winning the tournament, New Japan doesn't have to put another tippy-toppy guy in there with him. So while Ibushi-Okada is the strongest final possible, Ibushi-Cobb is good enough if you just want to put Ibushi over and save the Okada match for later.

I think this match could go either way. I'm pulling for Cobb, because I like seeing rising stars get big wins over established top guys. But I'm always wary of betting against Okada.

EVIL (12 points) vs. SANADA (8 points) - In one-on-one matches, Sanada is 3-2 against his former tag team partner. However, if you just look at the series since Evil turned heel in 2020, Sanada is 2-0. So the drama of that asshole Evil finally being cornered by his former friend is kind of worn thin at this point. Evil is due to get a win back in this series, and they'll probably give it to him to prime him for whatever his Wrestle Kingdom storyline is going to be.

Hiroshi Tanahashi (8 points) vs. Taichi (4 points) - Tana is the IWGP United States heavyweight champion, but titles is not at stake in tournament matches. Both of these guys have taken some tough losses, so the question here is which one gets rehabbed a bit by going out on a win. I feel like they'll want to protect Taichi, but it's tough to imagine them doing it at the expense of Tana. This could go either way, but I'm leaning towards Tanahashi winning, if only because he's a singles champion.

Tama Tonga (6 points) vs. Hirooki Goto (4 points) - Tonga was having a pretty shit tournament until he beat Okada, which almost overshadows his overall performance. If Goto doesn't win here, this will be his worst showing ever in the G1. I always wonder if the biggest losers are getting set up for a year-long rebuilding storyline, but then it never really matters and they just show up for next year's tournament like they're still the best of the best. So in that sense I suppose it doesn't matter who wins.

YOSHI-HASHI (4 points) vs. Chase Owens (4 points) - Considering that Cobb and Okada mowed through the competition this year, I would have expected these two to score zero points combined. Yoshi is still riding the high of winning the trios title a year ago, which is cool but he hasn't really built on that with any other accomplishments. Owens has at least scored the biggest win of his career in his block match with Tanahashi, ensuring Tana will absolutely annihilate him in a mismatch for the US title. So I'm kinda thinking Owens goes over, so it doesn't seem like a total joke that he was put in the G1 in the first place.

Hiromu Takahashi & BUSHI vs. Ryohei Oiwa & Kosei Fujita - I'm not even sure if this match will be included in the live stream. Oiwa and Fujita are the latest class of Young Lions--the rookies in black trunks who get squashed in all the opening matches. Hiromu and Bushi should easily cruise to victory on their way to the Best of the Super Jr. tournament, starting next month.

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[TRANSLATION: POTATO 05.2021]

7 MEN SAMURAI SOLO INTERVIEW

Scans not mine

Neither an English nor a Japanese native speaker

Feel free to correct me, thanks

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

A gravure of 6 people who gives off a wonderful aura that seems like will make you fall in love the moment your eyes meet. In the interview, the members's value towards "love at first sight" is highlighted. (The interview was done at the middle of March.)

Questions:

Q1. Does love at first sight exist?

Q2. What specific first impression of a girl has a good impression on you?

Q3. What is the item that you fell in love at first sight and bought it?

Konno Taiki

A1. It is relatively possible (LOL).

But, not just based on the appearance, I may also be attracted to her inner side. I think I will find her cute when I try talking to her and will find out that she is an honest and airheaded girl. Basically, since I want for the move to come from me (T/N: lit. push myself harder), so on the contrary, I don't like to be told, "I fell in love with you at first sight." Without suddenly asking her contact address, I want to do things step by step (LOL). And then, when I also think that it is okay on her side (T/N: lit. she's good), I want to confess to her finally.

A2. Since I like someone who is an airhead, I can recognize if the person is an airhead or not on the first meeting. Since there is something that impresses only me (LOL). Being too much of an airhead is a problem but I like someone who is an airhead to an extent that I can tease. When she said something wrong, I want to pester her saying, "Can you try saying it again?" (LOL).

A3. I like a lot the black bomber jacket that I bought last year. I like the color black, and I came to like simple styles too. I first saw it in the internet but I am the type who buys things that I have seen in actual so I went to see it at the actual store and bought it there.

Recent Happening

I want to go and buy spring clothes but I refrain from going out too much so I can't go and buy...An email from the brand that I like came saying, "Our new collection is out" and I desperately want those (LOL). I buy sweater and parka every year but this year I am greatly troubled [whether to go out and buy or not]!

Nakamura Reia

A1. It totally exists! Since the personality shows on the face, if I like the face then I will like the personality too I think. I think the type of person I will like depends on the situation I am in at that moment. Like, I think a person who seems kind when I am tired is nice, and I will be attracted to a person who looks like I can have fun with when I am in high-spirit. But, on the contrary, I might get turned off at the person who falls in love at me at first sight.

Since I am putting a fake face in front of a person who I am meeting for the first time (LOL). It is not the first impression but I feel really being liked when the person responses back to me as an answer to my approach.

A2. More than being fixed with clothes that are in trend, I like better a person who shows "I like this!" with her clothes and small accessories. I want her to be a nerd of something. We will be excited together if we have the same hobby, and if we have different hobbies, I want her to teach me her hobby. For example, I am an indoor type but if she likes fishing, I want for us to try doing it together.

A3. A black setup with a dragon embroidery on it. It is very stern (LOL), but the material is very soft and it feels good wearing it, and I don't have to think of a coordinate so it is easy to wear. I often wear it to the filming site of 「Gekikaradou」.

Recent Happening

I bought a Pachira and started to raise it. Honestly, I wanted an animal but plants are cute too! I usually place it at the entranceway. But I sometimes bring it next to the window so it well get some sunlight.

Yabana Rei

A1.There is. It's just that I am shy of strangers so it takes time for me to make some move. I will consult for roughly a year (LOL).Or perhaps I should say, as long as there's no proof that I can make a move, it may take forever for me to make a move. If it will strangely destroy our relationship then it is better to just stay as friends. Even if a girl falls in love with me at first sight and approached me, I am thickheaded so I will probably not be able to notice it. I will not know if I will not be clearly told, "I like you."

A2. A person who can behave. For example, I like someone who stays silent in a quiet establishment, or someone who can read the room. Also, I think I will be happy with someone who has the same hobby as mine. Like we happen to like the same genre in music. My tension will rise the most with a person who likes cars.

A3. I don't think I am the type who buys impulsively at things that I fall in love at first sight. Even though I falll in love at first sight at something, I'm the type who will think properly about it. The black bass with a drawing of a bird that I bring on stage until now is a bass that I found by chance in an instrument shop. Even though there are other choices, after thinking too much about it, I thought, "The appearance of this one is cool after all," and I went to buy it the next day.

Recent Happening

3 more days and my sticker as a new car driver will be removed! Among the members, Taiko, Konpi (Konno), and Rinne-kun rode already but Taiko and Konpi are substantially banned from riding [my car]. Since they went on a rampage inside the car. They misunderstood a person's car with a jet coaster (LOL).

Motodaka Katsuki

A1. I don't fall in love at first sight but I think 1st impression is important to an extent. I think I will gradually like the person, who I thought is nice during our first meeting, while getting to know her. I am bad at dealing with someone who falls in love with me for the first time! But I am worried that that person will fall in love with another person (LOL). But if that person asked me, "Should we grab for a delicious meal?" I might be lured with food...(LOL). Moreover, I will be like "I know a shop with a delicious taco rice" and it seems like if I was told about something I am a maniac of, I will definitely talk about it.

A2. I am interested with the lips. With natural color, it has a sense of cleanliness, and lips that are not dry is nice. Things like lipsticks with loud colors, I don't like that much those that are shiny. A color that is close to a bare lips has a good impression in me. Wanting to kiss those lips without thinking, lips like that.

A3. I fell in love at a flounder in a fresh fish market and I bought it. Since its body is big, I was thinking that I could fillet it into 5 fillets. I filleted it into 5 fillets immediately at home, and I broiled some in the burner and I also made sushi.

Recent Happening

Abe (Ryohei)-kun gave me a parka from a brand I thought was good before. Before the filming of 「Q-sama!!」, he casually gave it to me saying, "Oh, which reminds me, here." I was really happy but it is super valuable that I can't wear it (LOL).

Sugeta Rinne

A1. I often think, "This person is cute" (LOL). But, I definitely do not tell it out loud! Finally, when I liked her inner side, I might be the type who will advance to being a boyfriend from being a friend. Even if how cute the person is, I don't like those who use words like 「w」

「草」 「sore na」 in mails (LOL). (T/N: w = laugh (LOL), 草 = literally, it means grass but people in the internet use it like "w" which means "laugh (LOL)" because "w" looks like a grass) Conversely, I will be a happy if a person falls in love with me at first sight, but I will completely doubt and ask, "Really?" If I am invited as a friend and gets confessed to, then my suspicions may loosen.

A2. A person who has silky hair, light makeup, and without colored contact lens. To exert a great amount of effort to be pretty is wonderful, but I think I like it better when it is not overly done. I like a neat and tidy person who looks good in white tops and denim pants!

A3. Before, I often fell in love at first sight with clothes, but I have a lot of failed purchases from buying clothes without trying them on. Like, when I bought a black long tee with a lion print on it, it turned out to be a dress for ladies (LOL). What I am currently aiming at is a sneaker with orange print on a white background. Since I haven't tried it on, I plan to buy it after I tried wearing it.

Recent Happening

Since I don't move extremely in the stage play「Hidamari no Ki」, my muscles toned down. My belly is protruding because of gastroptosis, so I was asked "Are you full?" during the dressing of Hakama (LOL). I must go back to training.

Sasaki Taiko

A1. There is. Isn't love in this world is approximately like that? I think there's not much of those who advance from friends to lovers. But since I want to know things about the other party, I want for us to exchange messages for around a month. And then, I want to meet the parents. Since it seems like we can properly date if I know the parents.

A2. A girl with pretty legs. I maybe looking at the legs more than the face. I like those girls who take care of their legs. But that doesn't mean I like girls to wear mini skirt, I am on the pants side. Lately, I think I came to like those pants like flare pants where it is tight in the thigh area.

A3. A large quantity of water from a large supermarket. 500mL of water came in a set of 40 bottles and it was very cheap. Also, I impulsively bought toilet paper. I bought so many that everything can't fit in the house so I gave some to my high school friend (LOL). Since I got my driver's license, I can now go in the supermarket alone and I go there around once a week lately. It feels like, "I've become an adult~." My next aim is the big potato chips!

Recent Happening

In the "Taiko Challenge" in ISLAND TV, when I uploaded a video of putting candy into a carbonated drink, I was surprised that the official account of the candy tweeted about it. Moreover, it is in English. Isn't that amazing? A CM may come after that...it will be my advance to the world. I might really do it! (LOL)

[yunmew]

Last weekend, I finally finished/caught up to Kingdom. All 650+ chapters. And my goodness, was it a ride. Took me about two months, and to be honest it took a lot out of me. But I still wanted to keep reading. Once I finished, it felt like I was free, like I had finally been released. And thank goodness a major arc had literally just finished, so I don't have to play the waiting game. To be quite honest, I probably won't go back to it for a couple of years (if ever...?) 😅 I just won't be able to stand having to read through those super long battles one chapter at a time.

Once I finished it though, I also felt a bit lost. It certainly was rough, but my affection for the characters was so strong. I had been reading Kingdom almost every single day, and it felt like nothing would be able to replace the place it had filled (still haven't found anything tbh...) Since I started by watching the movie and did a little research afterwards, I accidentally came across somewhat of a big spoiler that ended up being my goal for continuing the series ("I'm just gonna read until this happens!!") Turns out, after 13 years it finally happened this past June 2020 😂 Right at the end of the most recent arc 😂😂 There were so many times, though, where I thought "Alright, this is it. I really need to stop." And then something INCREDIBLE would happen that would make it unable for me to stop 😂

The thing with historical stories is that you already know what happens. But man, Hara-sensei truly created an AMAZING story out of the little records that exist depicting the details of what actually happened.

He really is an amazing storyteller. This story is damn long, but honestly the heart of the story is so beautifully told throughout (Except for the coalition arc. Nothing will ever be worse than that 😤ww)

So long though, that I was getting to like chapter 400, 500 and I was losing my sense of how much I had been reading. So I actually went and looked up the equivalent Naruto chapters to use as my reference for how far the story had been progressing 😂 MAN, let me say it again, this story is so freaking long. (So much fighting, so many battles, so many people...) but it's worth it. It's intense, but it's worth it.

The other thing that truly kept me reading this manga is the artwork. The art is just crazy!! It just blows my mind that a couple of people sit there week after week and draw these incredibly intricate images, panel after panel. Every single time, I just couldn't help but worry about the poor guy that had to draw ALL. THOSE. HORSES.

And towards the end, I really could see them starting to write the story a bit more for the "shock" factor, as the hype and popularity for this manga was just soaring (heck, that's literally why even I got into it) BUT! It was well done. It worked, it didn't feel too forced, it was woven into the story well, and for the readers it was like a gift for having stuck it out for so long ^^

Anyways, read Kingdom. It's so good. It’s so good. But, it does take a lot of stamina 😅

Here are just some of the many pages (earlier on) that made me stop and go "What the hell am I reading!!!???"