#im biting that metaphorical rock again

[yanderu-deredere]

taste. (extras)

★ the aftermath of the both literal and metaphorical fuck-fest you had with your newfound werewolf pack

a/n: idk just wanted to put the points of view of the yanderes as their own thing so here's that on here LOL

also i just wanted to write a thing to remind yall that im SOFT and SWEET and its all about CUDDLING here on this WHOLESOME MINECRAFT SERVER

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (chew.) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ part three ★ (swallow) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 1302

warning: bottom reader with male parts and pronouns, stereotypical werewolf scent stuff, mentions of marking (both scent wise and with bruises/bites)

Mel sighed, wiping himself of with a wet tissue.

If he thought that Isamu and Leonard were a handful, he was really signing himself up for something with the three of you. But, he supposed, Mother Moon knew he'd be able to handle it.

After all, the pull to you was even stronger than his pull towards his other two mates so he knew your rightful place was beside them.

He just needed to get used to cleaning up all three of his mates' messes now.

First, of course, was Isamu because he was for sure the least grumpy out of all three of them. And, also, the one with the most stamina so he'd for sure help out.

"C'mon, pup." Mel cupped the back of the back of Isamu's neck, pressing a soft kiss to Isamu's temple as he whispered in his ear, careful not to jostle the other two. "Careful now."

Isamu woke slowly but, like always, his moves were careful and calculated despite the sleepy look in his eyes.

"I?" Isamu leaned back, resting his bare ass against his ankles as he tried to remember what the hell happened during his momentary rut.

Mel saw when the recognision hit him because Isamu scrambled back, his now deflated knot pulling out easily.

"I-I-I--" Isamu stuttered out, his eyes flickering all over their new mate, assessing exactly what damage he'd made.

Mel knew the feeling. He'd spent a good long while staring too. You were a beauty before, when he first saw you in the forest.

You were even more beautiful now, with Isamu and Mel's bitemarks and bruises all over you and Leonard's scratches littered along your thighs.

"Calm down, Sam. It's fine." Mel cupped the back of Isamu's neck again, pressing another kiss to his temple. "Are you okay? You tired?"

Isamu looked up at Mel, those lost hazel eyes looking so nervous that it made Mel chuckle. But he gave Isamu time to think, to assess how he truly felt.

Mel would stand tall and firm, would be the hard rock that his mates needed to rest against.

"I-I'm fine." Isamu finally muttered after a few minutes.

Mel grinned, happy to hear that his mate was okay. His palm moved from Isamu's neck to his cheek where he drew him close to press a soft kiss against his lips

"Why don't you go clean yourself up, I'll wake up Sleeping Beauty and the three of us can take care of our new mate, hmmm?" Mel offered, knowing it was the only way he could talk Isamu into leaving your side.

Even then, Isamu looked hesitant, his eyes darting from you to Mel and back. Finally, he seemed to realise that he didn't have much of a choice because he slowly nodded and left the couch.

Mel almost laughed at how he hobbled a little.

That, of course, left him with the arduous task of separating you from Leonard without waking you up.

He had thought it would be hard but, actually, when he shifted you, you stayed asleep. He worried you were dead for a second but he checked on you and it really was that they took a lot out of you.

Made sense. Isamu and Leonard pretty much overstimulated you to hell and back just in between the two of them.

Mel wanted to be free of blame but he could admit he was part of the problem seeing as he basically just kicked back and watched.

He carefully laid you back and lifted Leonard into his arms. Like always, Leonard just laid there, giving little to no resistance. HIs head even lolled over, resting against Mel's chest.

Mel pressed a kiss to his forehead and brought him to the bathroom where Isamu was already filling the sink with warm water and readying the towels.

The two worked together, soaking the towels with warm water and wiping Leonard down till he was coherent enough to wonder what the fuck was going on.

"Where is he?"

"Calm down." Mel immediately clutched Leonard to his chest to prevent him from going feral and guarding over your body like an overprotective wolf over its own pups.

"He's in the living room. He's fine. We were just going to clean you up and then we're going to go with some warm towels and clean him up." Mel explained, his broad hand running through Leonard's soft blonde locks "You need to calm down or you'll trigger another rut and he won't be able to handle that."

Leonard panted, his nails digging into Mel's biceps, but he nodded frantically. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you. He knew you weren't like them, that you were softer, more easily breakable.

He didn't want to break you.

When Mel felt like Leonard wouldn't run to you the first chance he'd get, he let go of him and Leonard sagged a little, feeling like his skin was too tight over his body, like he itched.

He wanted to see you but he didn't want to panic and make himself feel worse so he just itched his arms and focused on Mel.

Isamu felt the same. He had better control because Mel had been training him longer but you took that control and crushed it in your hand like paper.

You made him feel so weak and he loved it.

The last thing he wanted was to lose that control and hurt you though so he wrapped his arm around Leonard's shoulders and kissed his forehead before handing him some sweatpants and a crop top.

When the two of them dressed (as slowly as possible, Mel insisted) and washed their faces with cold water, they were finally allowed to take some damp warm towels over to you.

You were still where Mel left you, all splayed and vulnerable, open and trusting.

The inside of your wrist was raw and bitten from Isamu. Leonard could see where he reached back and clawed at the tops of your thighs, near your pelvis. They were already puffing up. There were even various bites along your shoulder and neck from Mel.

They really did a number on you.

Leonard sat down on the couch first, moving you so your cheek rested on his leg.

With the warm towels he had, he gently dabbed at the hickeys and bites along your shoulders, making sure not to scrub or rub and irritate it.

Mel sat down too, gently wiping along the grain of the scratches on your thighs,m making sure to be gentle with them so he wouldn't irritate them either.

Then, Isamu sat on the floor and took your wrist, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he took your wrist and pressed several apology kisses on it before he dabbed at it with a warm cloth.

They wiped you down till all the stickiness and lube was completely gone, till you were clean and comfortable. Then, they dressed you in their clothes.

You wore Isamu's sweatpants, one of Leonard's shirts and Mel's cleanest pair of used boxers. If you asked, it was because your clothes were covered in cum (Mel had a bout of insanity and came all over them) but, in reality, they liked you being covered in their scent.

Lastly, they positioned themselves around you, cuddling all around you.

Leonard plastered himself against your front immediately, his face already nosing against your jugular like he couldn't get enough of your scent. Isamu was against your back, his arms sneaking around your sides.

Mel had the unfortunate position of being under all of you, your head resting against his collar, Isamu's head against his bicep and Leonard's head on his chest.

He'd been in this position enough times to know that he'd wake up not feeling anything in the morning. Not that he'd complain seeing as he loved having all his mates in his arms like this.

Plus, Mel knew that Isamu and Leonard wouldn't be able to handle being away from you for a while, especially when they hadn't officially marked you.

To Isamu and Leonard, you could easily be stolen away and they wouldn't be able to stand it.

So the three of you would sleep on the amply sized couch, comfortable and safe. Mel would make sure of it. He'd keep all of you safe, forever.

[ao3feed-larry]

Whimper

by bubblegumlarry

It started with Louis interrupting her in their first class together two years ago. Harry has always known this about herself, she holds a grudge like no other. And she is strong. She was made a warrior by her childhood. So she despises being made to feel small more than anything. A challenge to her intellect runs the risk of being the last thing a person does before their untimely and quite violent death. Harry couldn’t jump across three rows of seats and attack Louis on that day, she had to be civilized, so she improvised. She called him a small man threatened by a woman who was smarter than him. He laughed. And so their rivalry began.

or

Harry hates Louis. Louis pretends he hates Harry because he enjoys it when pretty girls are mean to him. Unfortunately for the both of them, they like fucking each other.

Words: 3998, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Other

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Punk Louis Tomlinson, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, louis in eyeliner, afab harry styles, Top Louis Tomlinson, Bottom Harry Styles, Dom Louis Tomlinson, Sub Harry Styles, Dom Louis Tomlinson/Sub Harry Styles, Enemies to Lovers, Rivals With Benefits, They insult each other a lot, but it turns them on so who am i to judge, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, im so sorry, Harry Styles Cries During Sex, Punching, Slapping, Choking, Fucking, Daddy Kink, You know just the usual, Biting, Miscommunication, or rather, Lack of Communication, Cunnilingus, reminding each other that they hate each other as they fuck, delighting in each other's messed up perverted thoughts, Consensual Non-Consent, Praise Kink, that sexy thing where you're proud of someone, Pet Names, Aftercare, Sitting on Lap, that meme that says i wish louis tomlinson's lap a very pleasant may i sit, threatening your enemy that you're fucking with a knife, someone getting turned on bc they're scared, sexy bullying, sweet devoted cheek kisses, honestly this would make more sense if they were lesbians bc, Yearning, so much yearning, Kneeling, by both parties, Equality, Feminism, face riding, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, gays doing religious metaphors, teaching a man skincare basics, Hate Sex, Gender Anarchy, Gender politics, do you know me?? i have to talk about how gender is stupid, crippling daddy kink, like louis should be in hospital for how much he likes being called daddy, disappointing an arab dad, the One Bed trope, Accidental Cuddling, subsequent freak out about said cuddling, lucky again

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[starlostastronaut]

MIGHT DRIVE ME CRAZY

han jisung x reader - rock band au, lead singer!jisung, concert photographer!reader - 0.9k

summary: jisung doesn’t know how to deal with feelings. so he writes a song

cw: this fic is again a rewriting of a text i wrote for my original characters. because it doesn’t fit into my book, i want to share it with you this way <3

hii! this is kind of a sister fic to moonage daydream (same au, same text of origin). not proofread, im sorry for mistakes. dont have time for gradients but i'll add them in the future. stole inspired this layout by mana and cielle <3 the song we're pretending ji wrote (and are ignoring the real meaning of) is love bites - def leppard. i dont have time for gradients but i might add them later haha. i hope you enjoy reading and let me know what you think! <3

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“Dude, you’re like, breaking the internet right now!” you shoved your phone into Changbin's face. You had Instagram open on a video of the drummer along with the text “rock concerts sure are fun 🤭🔥” and the comments ranged from appreciative to straight up deranged. Jisung came closer to look over Changbin's shoulder and had to suppress a laugh when his eyes skimmed over a comment asking what idol group did he run away from.

Felix then seized the phone, dramatically reading out the most unhinged comments and Jisung returned to his previous spot on the window. In the chaos of Felix's acting debut and Changbin's dramatic reactions, his eyes wandered to you almost on autopilot.

He didn’t know what it was, but you intrigued him. Jisung realized he subconsciously seeked your presence more and more lately. Whether it was sitting next to you at lunch, or looking for you in the crowd when they were playing. It was as if you were a magnet and Jisung a mere metal shred.

Jisung tucked himself away on the window again, listening to his friends discuss the concert and the fan reactions. He was content to stay like this, watching his friends have fun and joke around with each other. He found strange comfort in it, often inspiration too. He reached for his notebook and pencil.

And as always, Jisung looked at you first. He looked at the way your eyes shone like stars when you looked at Jisung's bandmates, how you tilted your head back a little when you laughed, trying not to fall off the bed. He looked at you and began writing.

When you make love, do you look in the mirror?

Who do you think of, does he look like me?

He thought about you as he wrote those lines. How ironic. Jisung would be lying if he said he didn't find you attractive. You were funny, radiant, like a small piece of the summer sun meant to be carried around, locked away in a pendant. For good luck and better mood. Jisung had seen many of those cheesy bracelets with affirmations, but as strange as that metaphor was, you were like that.

It was one thing to admire your appearance, another to think of you like that. To think of you late at night, wondering about your mind, your heart, who did it belong to. But it was too soon, or perhaps too late, to explore the possibility, the feelings you were planting in Jisung, like a gardener plants crocuses. Slow, delicate, so much a person wouldn't notice until they're fully grown.

Do you tell lies? And say that it's forever

Do you think twice, or just touch and see?

Jisung raised his head to sudden commotion. You clung to Felix, plastering himself over his back, reading something over his shoulder and laughing loudly. Of course.

Lies, dreams, delusions. Jisung sighed. That was all he had. He silently watched you and Felix, deep down feeling jealous of the bond you two built in the span of barely a week of touring. Of course you were drawn to him. He was much like you, in several aspects. Felix was bright and optimistic, always matching your energy.

Jisung looked back on the paper. Chan talked to him about you before. Claimed that you had some sort of thing for Jisung. But it was hard to believe, when you never spent much time with him. Always finding excuses to leave the conversation or rope someone else into the activity. When Jisung tried to flirt, you just mumbled some awkward response.

When you're alone, do you let go?

Are you wild and willin’ or is it just for show?

But here, with Felix, you seemed so confident. So… yourself. So why was it that around Jisung you changed?

It was show night and Jisung knew something was different. He sang the song he wrote two nights ago, officially as a special preview for the fans. In reality, he just wanted to see your reaction, but that was only for him to know, though he suspected the band had their theories. When they had not, nosy bastards.

At the end of the show, Jisung was lazily seated on a chair (purely for the aesthetic effect of a power ballad) and he sang. It was a habit to search for you in the crowd, and Jisung couldn't resist. Especially not tonight.

He hadn't anticipated you to understand the subtext. The theme shifted as he wrote, but the message was still there. The pain and fear and excitement of whatever the mess of feelings he harbored was called.

I don't want to touch you too much baby

‘Cause making love to you might drive me crazy

And there you were. Messy hair, flushed cheeks and a camera around your neck. Next to the bodyguard you looked tiny, despite being tall. Well, taller than Jisung at least. And here comes the different. Usually you were busy taking pictures, making sure you got the best angles. Now you just stood there and stared. Focused on Jisung's song, his lyrics.

Jisung found your eyes, looking into them as he sang.

I know you think that love is the way you make it

So I don't want to be there when you decide to break it

For the first time, tonight he saw something. He didn't know what it was or how to read it. But it was something.

Understanding. Sympathy, perhaps. Jisung wasn't sure, but something was telling him you understood. Related to the song. And for now, that was good enough.

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[pumpkinnkidd]

WHYYY DO I HAVE SO MUCH ENERGY RN GGFFARAFTEYSHAHEJFHHAHWJENDKQOIQLnxbfig A

[harringtown]

sung between the flesh and hope

im so sorry for the wait on this anon, but pls enjoy some ‘eddie doesn't think he deserves happiness and must be proven wrong’ fluff!!!!

requested by anonymous

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie dares the reader to flirt with some guy at a party & reader finds him sulking about it later (aka a head over heels eddie, a sprinkle of angst, crappy beer, and love confessions)

word count: 2k

warnings: alcohol mention and cursing

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Considering how many shitty parties Eddie has been to, one would think he goes because he enjoys it. But Eddie hasn't met a single high school party he didn’t end up regretting. Tonight is no exception.

He squeezes his empty beer can with a fist and ignores the bite of aluminum against his palm. Sitting beside him on the porch swing is a half empty can where you were, just a few minutes ago, before Eddie opened his big stupid mouth.

He’s done a lot of stupid shit in his day, but this sets a new record. Bring in the record keepers, because Eddie Munson has managed, yet again, to dig himself even deeper into a hole.

He blames it partly on the shitty beer, partly on his own cowardice, and partly on you.

Which isn’t fair, and he knows it. But when he dares you to go talk to one of the soccer boys that’s been eyeballing you all night, and you take the challenge, sauntering away, laying the blame in your hands is easier.

If he weren’t so damn self-obsessed, he might notice the hurt twist to your expression or the almost defeated hunch to your shoulders as you get off the rusty porch swing and head for the crowded deck. But he doesn’t.

So, he forces himself off the swing and into the house to get another beer, forcing his eyes forward so he doesn’t have to see you as he passes.

He’s not sure what he expected. Maybe he’d dare you to chat up some jock, and you’d interrupt him to confess your undying affections. Maybe what he feels isn’t an isolated occurrence.

But this isn’t some fairy tale, and Eddie doesn’t get happy endings. That fact has never stopped him from wanting them, unfortunately.

-

When the outside throng pushes inside after the unofficial end of the beer pong tournament, and Eddie catches a glimpse of your profile, alongside that damn soccer boy, he places his metaphorical tail between his legs and slinks back outside. Someone shut out the main lights, leaving only a soft yellow bulb near the door that doesn’t illuminate much.

Indiana nights always have a bite, but Eddie has never minded.

Before he moved in with his uncle, and the evenings at home were battlegrounds, Eddie would slip up onto the trailer roof and let the cold wrap him up like protective gear. He liked to imagine it crystallizing over his skin like armor.

He does the same thing now. Lets the cold seep through his skin, down to his bones, and with each passing second, he tries to convince himself that he doesn’t care what you do. Who you do it with.

Eddie may be a good liar, but he’s never been able to lie to himself.

Because the truth is that he loves you, and he has for a long time. Because he’s under no illusions about his own goodness. Because you deserve better, and he wants you to be happy, even if it isn’t with him. Because, because, because.

Eddie doesn’t realize a tear has fallen until it’s halfway down his cheek. He swipes it away angrily, digging his boots into the dirt and pushing back the porch swing. He lifts his feet and lets it rock, pretending the swing is carrying him away from Hawkins.

“There you are,” a familiar voice calls, footsteps creaking along the dim porch as you ease your way down the rotting steps and into the grass. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You lower down onto the swing next to him, body heat pulsing against his skin, and Eddie isn’t sure if he’s just drunk, or if you always smell this good.

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie asks. “Because I sure as hell wasn’t in Todd Becker’s mouth.”

You recoil as if he’s slapped you. Shame cracks like a whip in Eddie’s gut.

“What the hell is your problem?” You ask.

Eddie stops the swing’s rocking with a hard stomp to the deck, and he leans back in his seat, letting his gaze drift toward. “I don’t have a problem.”

You scoff, twisting halfway toward him and drawing a leg up onto the seat. “Really? Because it looks like you’re sitting out here, sulking, while everyone else has fun.”

“Oh, am I boring you?” Eddie asks. “Go on, then. I’m sure Becker’s missing you.”

“Screw you,” you say. “Besides, you’re the one who told me to go talk to him. You don’t get to—to—” You scrunch your nose and shake your head. “—shame me.” You push to your feet. “I know that things have been hard after everything that happened in March. But I can’t help if you keep shutting me out.” You turn to walk away, and panic lights Eddie up like a circuit board.

He jumps up after you.

“Wait—” Eddie touches your arm. “Just wait.” You yank it away, and he jerks back, but instead of continuing to storm off, you turn to face him. You fold your arms tight over your chest like you’re erecting some forcefield between you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean that. You know I didn’t mean that. I just—” He jams his hands into his pockets. “I was an asshole. I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me—” His throat closes up, and traitorous tears brim in his eyes, but he doesn’t let them fall.  

You frown. For a second, Eddie thinks you’re going to walk away, but instead, you let out a breath. The plume of white hangs over your face, and you don’t move until it disappears. Then you wrap your arms around him. And Eddie is so shocked he doesn’t know what to do.

Eventually, though, his brain turns back on, and he slips his arms around your waist. He buries his face in your hair and tightens his grip, and he notices, vaguely, how well you fit together. Like puzzle pieces.

Eddie isn’t sure how long you stay that way, holding each other in the dark, but if he could, he’d stay there forever.

When you do pull yourself out of his arms, you return to your seat on the porch swing. The invitation to join is unspoken.

Eddie’s legs don’t feel like his own as he drags them a few feet across the grass and sits down beside you.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” you ask. He can feel your gaze on the side of his face, but he’s not brave enough to meet it. “I swear to God, sometimes, I look over at you, and you’re a thousand miles away. The second you start to open up, you just… snap shut like one of those—” You open and close one hand, fingers outstretched. “Those funky plants. You know the ones”

“Venus fly trap?” Eddie asks.

“Yes,” you say. “You, Eddie Munson, are a Venus Fly Trap.” You lean back in the swing, and it rocks slightly. Eddie sits back, too.

“Why did you do it?” you ask eventually.

“Do what?”

“You know what,” you say, and Eddie does. Of course, he does. “Todd Becker.”

Eddie exhales. He shrugs his shoulders. “I can give you about a hundred reasons, sweetheart, but none of ‘em are any good.” It’s a half truth. He’s good at those.

You open your mouth and abruptly close it, like you’re changing gears.

“You can keep trying to push me away, but I’m not going anywhere, Eddie. You may piss me off sometimes, but I’d never—” You stop. Place your hand on top of his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie chews on his words, trying to string together something that actually makes sense. In the end, though, it isn’t him that speaks first, but you.

“The only reason I went over there was to… spite you,” you say. “I figured, you clearly don’t give a shit, so I might as well go for the bird brained jock, because at least he has the balls to admit what he wants.”

“What, and I don’t?” Eddie asks.

“No, you don’t,” you snap. Soften. Shake your head.

Eddie’s lips form the beginning of a protest, but before it’s out, you say, “Go ahead. Tell me. No more bullshit. What do you want, Eddie?”

What does he want? One thing. Only ever one thing, and it’s right in front of him, and if he could just reach out and take it, his world might change.

Eddie opens his mouth. The words are there, right on his tongue, just waiting for him to push them out, but he can’t. That voice in the back of his head, the one that tells him he doesn’t deserve it, is louder. It’s always louder.

He closes his mouth and looks away.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” You remove your hand from his, and a bone deep cold settles there in its absence. “You’re a good person, Eddie Munson, and I know that not a lot of people took the time to tell you that, but you are. And you can’t even see it.” You laugh, but there is no humor in it. It makes Eddie suppress a shiver. “You've got yourself so convinced that nobody could love you, you don’t even see that I—” You stop. “I just wish you could see it.”

Eddie feels like a live wire, buzzing with nerves. He fumbles with his tongue and loses. He’s perfected his false confidence after all these years, but then you come around, and it all falls away.

“Me too,” is what he ends up going with, which isn’t really a response at all, and he’s kicking himself for it before it’s all the way out of his mouth.  

You tear your gaze away. “I know you think that you’re hard to love. But for what it’s worth, loving you is actually the easiest goddamn thing in the world.” Your shoulders sink. “I would know.”

It’s the last thing he truly expected to come out of your mouth, and it strips all of Eddie’s defenses away. He knows he’s probably looking at you like a deer-in-headlights.

“And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but—”

“No,” Eddie says, which isn’t what he intends to say, but his brain is working three times faster than his mouth.

Your brows furrow.

“I do,” he says. “I like you.” He swallows. “No. Screw that. I don’t like you. I love you, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t—”

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“I know.”

“You know?”

You laugh, and say, “Of course I do. I’ve just been waiting for you to admit it.”

Eddie gapes at you. “You—that’s—“ He stammers, entirely ungraceful, but he can’t form words, or coherent thoughts, really.

“You know what to do next, right?”

“I…” Eddie frowns.

“Now, you kiss me.”

Eddie smiles. “I think I can handle that.”

And he can, so he does. And he’s terrified, terrified because this is real, because that makes it dangerous, but then your lips part against his, and you tangle your fingers in his hair, and for a second, all that fear disappears. He’s just kissing you, like he’s wanted to for years.

You give his hair a light tug, and a low noise rises from the back of Eddie’s throat, which he considers feeling embarrassed about, but it seems to please you, and you grip him by the shirt and draw him closer.

When you finally pull away, Eddie dips his forehead against yours, the only spot of warmth in the cold.

“So,” Eddie hums. “You’re saying you’re not into Todd Becker?”

You snort a laugh, and duck your chin against his shoulder, fingers curled around the hem of his tee.

“Shut up,” you say. Eddie shifts back, taking your face in his hands.

“Is that a dare?” he asks, cocking a brow.

“Because that went so well for you last time?”

“Nice try, love, but you already played your cards.” Eddie sits back, slipping an arm around your shoulder, drawing you into his side. “According to you, you love it.” Love me, he thinks, but he can’t say it, not yet.

“I do,” you say. And he believes you. And for right now, that’s good enough for him.

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[dainty-fingertips]

hail 2 u! ||polnareff x fem! reader

HEY HI so im just kinda dumping stuff from google docs onto here to kind of establish myself so anyway heres my french bb wjhged;; also minor spoilers if you haven’t finished stardust crusaders!!

word count: 2449

summary: you and polnareff were teamed by dio himself and saved by jotaro in hong kong. polnareff is hit with a wave of guilt as you and the crusaders reach what joseph has said to be avdol’s father’s island. you follow him out onto the beach to try and comfort him, and while it seems to work, the enemy stand hiding nearby inside an old middle-eastern kerosene lamp has no intention of giving you both time alone. that is, until the frenchman makes a certain wish.

trigger warnings: none :)

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          He sat down on the chopped stump of a palm tree, his head in the palm of his hand. She had followed after him when he walked away, she knew he wouldn’t stop blaming himself for the death of Avdol. She approached him from behind with a worried look on her face. “Polnareff…” She said, softly. He turned around. “Oh, [y,n].” He said. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Mr Joestar and the others?” She stayed silent. She calmly walked toward the Frenchman and rested on a large rock to his right. “I couldn’t just let you go on your own.” She muttered, her face growing warm. “You know what happens when you’re left by yourself, anyway.” She smiled somberly, trying to lighten the mood.

          He chuckled dryly. “Yeah, yeah.” He turned toward her a bit. Thankfully her weak attempt at humor had worked, as his expression seemed less dull. The wind picked up a bit, causing the afternoon sun to beam down a bit more harshly on the beach. He turned his head, and she followed suit. He squinted his eyes. “Hey, is that…?” She tilted her head. “It looks like…” He stood up and approached the shiny object, a dull gold hue peppering through a barnacle clad shell. She raised herself off of the rock and took a few steps forward, glancing around his side. “It’s pretty.” He said, his eyebrows raised.

          He picked it up and examined it. “I wonder if it came from a shipwreck. Look at all of those barnacles.” She added, moving around and picking at it with her fingernails. “Hey, hey! Careful! You might scratch the gold underneath!” He said, holding it above his head and significantly out of her reach. “H-Hey! No fair, Pol!” She cried with furrowed eyebrows. He laughed at her futile attempts. “Yeah, right!” The two of them went through a solid minute of teasing, insulting, jumping, and punching (Three of those four were brought upon by [y,n], that is), it seemed that the strange object had been rubbing around in his hand quite a bit.

          A sudden burst of blinding light beamed out through what was left of the barnacles and caused Polnareff and [y,n] both to panic, and him to drop it. They both stepped back, [y,n] opposite to him. An odd smoke rose out of the tip of what was now seen to be a kerosene lamp of sorts; similar to the one from Aladdin. Though, the smoke disappeared just as quickly as it had come, causing the two of them to look around confused. The light and smoke both were gone, but the lamp remained. Polnareff sighed after a moment. “Man! That was weird. Must’ve been pressurized air from inside.” He said, a hand on his forehead. [y,n] nodded looking to the left. “Would’ve been cooler if there were a genie, but, you’re right. Probably just gas.”

          When she looked back, however, she panicked and pointed behind him. “P-Polnareff, look out! A Stand!” He jumped, his eyes widening. He took long strides toward her and whipped his head around. “What the hell?!” A peculiar looking Stand, one which appeared to be more industrial than some of the previous that the group had encountered. “Three wishes!” The Stand called, holding up an arm-like appendage; though it had only three fingers on each hand. “I will grant you three wishes! Whatever you wish is my command, master!” The Stand was gigantic, standing a solid 10 feet tall. “My name is Cameo. Thank you for letting me out of my lamp.” [y,n] glanced around, sweat sliding down her cheek. “Uhh, n-no problem.”

          Though, it didn’t seem that Polnareff was ready to initiate conversation with the entity. “Another Stand user! [y,n], back me up!” She looked at him and nodded her head. Blossom Samurai and Silver Chariot, both sword wielding Stands, got into a sort of formation, with Samurai behind Chariot. They battered Cameo with their swords, but they barely did any damage. Chariots rapier was too weak, and Blossom’s attacks were only a mere second too slow causing Cameo to dodge with ease. “Son of a…” Breathed them both in unison. “You’re pretty strong!” Said Polnareff. “Your user must be close. Where is he?” Cameo crossed its arms. “Again, I’m here only to grant wishes. Do you want your first wish to be a lame one like that?” He groaned.

          Polnareff granted. “Yeah, yeah, what is it with you and wishes, huh? Are you saying you can make me rich right now?” Cameo’s voice was unwavering. “Is that your first wish?” Polnareff relaxed a small bit, but was still on edge. “You know what? Sure, dumbo. Let’s see you put your money where your mouth is.” Cameo’s arms uncrossed. [y,n] squinted. “Fine, then. Your wish shall be granted.” The two of them raised their eyebrows. “Huh?” Mumbled [y,n]. Cameo put its arms in an odd position, like a puppeteer would do, and raised its voice. “Hail 2 U!” 

          It immediately disappeared, causing them to blink a few times and watch the leftover smoke dissipate. Polnareff reached down and pulled the half buried lamp from the sand. Night had nearly fallen by now, but it was still visible. “What was all that about?” Polnareff asked in a confused tone. He sighed. “So…” she muttered. “What was that thing? Was it a Stand, or wasn’t it?” He shrugged. “If it is, what a weird Stand to send after someone.” He noted with a chuckle. She nodded her head. Damn these Stand users; she just wanted a chance to be with Polnareff. She excused the thought from her head with a bite of her lip. “Do you think maybe it’s got something to do with Avdol’s dad?” He shrugged his shoulders, the sunlight caressing his face in a way that would make anyone melt. 

          Her face got hot again. This stupid Frenchman has no idea what he’s doing, sending soft gazes her way. Every time he laughed, she felt like melting butter. She couldn’t help but look away from him with a coy grin. Polnareff chuckled. “Hey, what’s that look for? Come on, you don’t have to force yourself to look away. I know you think I’m hot.” He teased nonchalantly. She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Hah! As if, stupid.” She sent him a playful grin and stuck her tongue out. She was really hoping he didn’t actually know.

          It was then in that moment, both of them smiling goofily at each other, that a noise was heard. “Hey, what was that?” He asked, turning around. “Sounded like metal.” She said, walking in the direction of the noise. It was near; maybe just in the grass 6 feet away. Polnareff followed suit, and lo and behold. “W-Whoa!” She cried, leaning in. “No way!” He yelled afterward. The two of them crowded around what appeared to be a half buried chest of doubloons, jewelry, and bejeweled goldware. “T-That’s real buried treasure!” He called, scooping a few coins out. “But how?” She asked, tuning her fingers through it. “Hell if I know! But this is all mine!” He laughed chaotically. 

          “You little—! I helped you find this, I get half! 50/50!” He snorted. “As if, stupid!” He retorted, mocking her previous statement. “Ooooh, I’m gonna kick your--!” Directly before she went for his money, Cameo’s booming voice echoed from above. “Now, what is your second wish? I shall grant it.” The two of them shot their gazes up to the Stand. Polnareff freaked and dropped the coins, to which [y,n] then picked up and stuffed in her pocket. “Y-You! Why are you doing this?! Whatever you have up your sleeve, I’m not falling for it!” He yelled up at the genie, perched in a palm tree. “I am keeping the gold though.” He added shortly after.

          Cameo stayed silent for a moment. The only sound that could be heard was the wind blowing and the ocean rocking. “Is the answer to that question your second wish? As thanks for my freedom, I’ll give you anything,  including such a stupid answer.” [y,n] huffed and nudged Polnareff. He looked down at her and his expression softened. “F-Fine, then.” He closed his eyes and sighed. “I want to be a comic artist!” He exclaimed. The answer threw [y,n] for a loop completely. A comic artist? She had never known he was interested in art. In fact, the only interest he’d shown was when he’d watch her draw.

          “I’ve always wanted to be one! And not just some starving artist, either! I want to be more popular than Walt Disney!” She furrowed her eyebrows with a stunned expression. “Huh?” She whispered. “Pol, I don’t think—“ he cut her off. “I want to create Polnareff Land!” He stood with his arms out in a comically dramatic stance, [y,n] in a stunned (and slightly embarrassed) silence at his side. “... Is this your wish?” Polnareff lowered his arms. “Actually, no, wait,” Oh thank God. She wiped metaphorical sweat from her forehead. Maybe he’d think of something more rational.

          “I want a girlfriend!”

          The phrase made her freeze in place. Her eyes were wide and her throat closed. He wanted a girlfriend, did he? He really must have just thought of her as a friend, then. She kept her mouth shut and kept her eyes on Cameo. What was she supposed to say to that? The words echoed in her mind. She wanted to love him like that so badly, but Polnareff seemed to feel otherwise. “Love is better than money or fame.” He said with a grin. At least he was sincere about that, she could tell. “She’s got to be really cute. I want a girl who’s my perfect match! Our pinkies entwined with the red string of love!” He held up his right pinkie finger for emphasis. 

          Polnareff had never made her feel so conflicted before. Her insecurities began to softly gnaw at her. Was she not cute enough? She felt like they were perfect for each other. She’d liked him since Hong Kong. Was this really happening? She simply kept her gaze on Cameo. She stared at it. What was it going to do? She thought genies couldn’t make people fall in love. “You want me to find the perfect match for you?” It asked him. “Yeah! Try that, bastard!” Cameo sat still for a moment. As she was staring, she noticed it turn its head slightly in her direction. It was looking at her.

          She inhaled sharply. What was it doing? Cameo was completely silent for several seconds until it finally decided to pipe up. “Very well.” It turned its head back to Polnareff slowly. “Hail 2 U!” The Stand once again dissolved into smoke. Polnareff looked at his finger expectantly, and sure enough, there it was. She saw it too. The red string of fate. He grinned. “Oh, wow! I finally get to have my perfect girl!” He beamed. She stayed silent. He looked down at her curiously. “Hey, you okay? You’d usually have made fun of me or something by now.” She looked ahead and nodded. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m good. I’m happy for you, man.” Though she never once looked at him. Polnareff sighed. “Thanks, I’m glad too! Let’s see, where does it lead?” He held the string and noticed it went to his right. He looked in growing surprise to see [y,n] standing there, staring into the ocean with the most flat look he’d seen her sport, and a growing lump in her throat. Was she about to cry?

          He wasn’t really sure what prompted him to do it. What made him want to look down first before pressing her on how she felt. Though he was sure glad he did; in fact, it was arguably the best decision he made during that 50 day trip. If he hadn’t taken a mere half second to glance down below her waist, Polnareff wouldn’t have caught the crimson string tied around her finger until a much later, possibly much more awkward time during their interaction. He felt his heart swell inside of his chest, sheer ecstasy causing blood to rush to his cheeks and make his face burn as if he himself were a bonfire of sheer emotion.

          “H-Hey…” he began, reaching out with a shaky left hand. “Hm?” She looked over. She hoped the darkness of night would hide the tear that had dropped from her right eye and down her cheek. “[y,n], you, uh… your hand.” She slowly held up her left hand and stared in shock at the string around her pinkie. “That’s— that’s the-“ she quickly turned to look at his hand. Sure enough, the two were bound. Polnareff soon grew a stupid grin. “Well, well. Look at that.” The utter euphoria she experienced in that moment went unmatched with anything else she’d ever felt. “We-“ she choked back another sob as more tears fell. She covered her mouth and shut her eyes. 

          Polnareff freaked out. “H-Hey!! You okay? [y,n], c’mon! I’m not that bad!” He joked. “You idiot!” She called, throwing her arms around him. “You scared me!” She heaved into his shoulder. “I thought- I thought you didn’t—“ she shakily said. He chuckled. “Hey, hey! Calm down! If you’re wondering if I didn’t like you, you’re not just wrong. You’re stupid.” He grinned softly. She giggled like a little kid on Christmas. “I was so afraid when you said you wanted a girlfriend.” She said, pulling away. Polnareff put his arms around her waist. 

          “I thought I wasn’t good enough.” She laughed awkwardly. “I only said it because I thought you didn’t like me.” She noticed a glimmer in Polnareff’s eye; he was crying too. “O-Oh, Pol, you-“ before she could say another word he pressed his full lips against hers in a brief kiss. “Shut up.” He laughed, tears smeared on her face. She snorted and wiped his cheek. “I’ve liked you for so long. Ever since Hong Kong.” He scoffed playfully. “Ever since Dio paired us, you little snail. Did you just ignore all my little attempts to go on dates with you?” She giggled. “I didn’t wanna take it the wrong way. You never actually asked, idiot.” 

“Well, how about this.” He cleared his throat and laughed again. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” She nodded with a dumb grin. “Yes, yes, of course, dumbass.” She leaned up for a kiss and he returned the gesture. “Let’s beat the hell outta this guy and regroup, okay?” He smiled. “My pleasure.”

[kweebtrash]

StreamHearts Timestamp 11:59pm

Title: Fuck It, I Love You

Pairing: Camboy!JohnnyxCamgirlOC (Rem)

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Features: established relationship not a perfect sex life, heavy size kink, soft-ish dom johnny, petnames, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie.

Synopsis:

Though Rem is a smart business woman she hides behind a computer screen all day designing websites for large companies. However, when her day is done she’s still behind a computer screen but now showing the world how hard she can cum. She never wanted to be a camgirl but when financial duties called she took it upon herself to make it. The spotlight (and money) got to her and she expanded to showcasing her nerdy side; livestreams, lewd cosplay photoshoots, let’s plays, subscriptions, review, vlogs, tutorials, you name it. Her streams catches the attention of a fellow cammer, Johnny, who on a whim decided to message her. Both aren’t the sexed up dolls they pretend to be in the online life and instead ease their way into a relationship with not so perfect sex, mistakes, and total confusion.

A/N: This used to be on my Kofi which im closing down and just putting everything up on here. This isnt continuing.

Masterlist     Johnny Only Masterlist

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“I just want to tease the fuck out of you.” The words came out as as sultry whisper poured into my ear. His tongue trailed against the cartilage, leaving the skin heated and wet similar to the junction of my thighs. Johnny had been kissing me for god knows how long. I had become so lost in him; his words, his touch, his entire being beside me. I was helpless and unable to escape the intoxication though I never wanted to. His words, however, put me in a place of submissiveness where i feared his teasing.

“P-please don’t…” I whined as I chased his lips from a kiss he denied me. “Don’t tease me. I’ve been good.”

“Have you?” His eyes were heavily lidded, pupils dilated with oxytocin and endorphins. The thrill of my eminent destruction only added to the sparks between us yet I was dreading it entirely. “I saw what you were doing in your last stream. You got a bigger dildo, didn’t you?”

My face rushed with color as i averted my gaze. “W-well...i wanted to practice.”

“Practice for who, baby?” He smirked and pushed a few sweat drenched stray hairs away from my face.

“Y-you, of course.” We hadn’t fucked on camera yet. We had come to the consensus not to until we perfected the art of intimacy between us first. Though there was a small problem, or rather a large problem. The first few times Johnny had tried to penetrate me it was futile. The thickness of his head was no match for how small my hole was. No matter how many fingers he could attempt to fit inside me (barely two) to try and stretch me out or how much lube or cum i exerted helped. And so I took it upon myself to cast aside my six and seven inch dildos to try and accommodate for the moment where we would unite.

“Still too much, huh?” He chuckled lowly. I watched as his fingertips barely brushed against my skin as he made a ticklish trail down my stomach to the thin fabric of my panties. They slipped beneath the cotton and i instinctively spread my thighs. His middle finger pushed between my lower lips and circled my entrance languidly. “Why is my perfect princess so tiny?”

“I’m sorry,” I said with a heavy pang of guilt. I had constantly felt like I had ruined moments in our beds because my body wouldnt except him even if my mind and heart were yearning to have him so deep inside me that i could feel him in my stomach.

Johnny pressed a kiss to my forehead and smiled. “Don’t be. I love how fucking tight you are for me.”

I scrunched up my nose and pushed his face away playfully. “Don’t say such things. You make it sound pervy!”

Another chuckle. “I can’t help it sometimes.” He began to move his finger through me, gathering the wetness that had accumulated and spreading it over the most sensitive areas. “You know it turns me on to see how small you are.”

I pressed my lips together in an attempt to hide a mewl. I was lost on what I had wanted to respond with as my brain frizzled. “U-uh, um...I th-think your size kink is s-showing!” My stomach clenched when he dipped his fingertip in, alarming me. He shushed me gently, cooing at me to relax as he placed kisses and nibbles along the column of my neck.

“I got you, baby girl. You know i do.” I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled him closer together so i could bury my face in his chest. His free arm snaked around me as well, settling on my shoulders as he gauged my reactions to his minuscule thrusts. I bit down on his collarbone as I rushed to rock my hips and let him know that I was able to take more. He pushed into me deeper, curling his finger quickly in an effort to make the sound of my natural lubrication bounce off the bright pink walls of my room. “Did you get all worked up just from me kissing you?”

He was proud of himself. I could always tell in the tonality of his voice. A certain cockiness that anything he did made me wet. It stemmed from the exchange of us watching each other’s streams. I had spent hours consuming video after video of him jerking off, fucking his own ass, and doing other lewd acts that got him tips in seconds. He, on the other hand, told me that he was more captivated by the faces and sounds I made and would prefer to just watch as he fucked me. It sounded silly to say since I had thousands of viewers and I masturbated on camera but I was still a shy person who preferred to metaphorically hide their head in the sand like an ostrich. Johnny intimidated me as many a times my face would be forced towards his and i was commanded to not dare look away. His deep brown eyes would peer into my soul, eating it up like a meal and leaving me an empty husk of a woman once I orgasmed at his hands. “Shut up.” I said through gritted teeth as he halted his vibrant thrusts.

His finger left me and instead disappeared into his mouth. With a slick pop he removed all of my taste from the digit and sighed as he gave me a once over. “Take these off.” He snapped at the band of my panties that he had stripped me down to during our initial makeout session. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and wiggled them down before flicking them off my foot. Johnny spread my thighs wide, leaving me completely exposed. I went back to hiding in the crook of his neck, hoping he wouldnt notice if i distracted him with some bites. A harsh tap to my clit told me otherwise. I yelped and laid my own defensive slap against his chest. "Jerk!"

"Dont close your legs then." Johnny said sternly. I pouted, puffing out my cheeks as i rolled away from him, my arms across my chest. His large hand grabbed onto my hip and pulled me onto my back again. He didnt particularly like when i protested or became a bit bratty. A submissive princess was where he liked me to be at all times. Though now I wasnt even able to utter a word because he hooked his leg over mine, keeping my thighs separated while one hand grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head. His other hand was back to grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him. He'd be damned to hell if he didnt break that habit of mine. "The fuck did i just say?"

I flexed my fingers as i tried (and failed) to release myself from his grasp. "You said…" i looked into his eyes that had honeyed in the yellow glow of my bedside lamp. That was another weakness if mine, as if Johnny as a whole wasnt enough. His eyes in particular always destroyed me. I couldnt expressing the rest of my sentence, which was supposed to be a snarky retort, because of the intense hold he had over me. I was instead stuck nibbling at his bottom lip and whimpering for him to let me go. "I could touch you." I finally said in between small licks. "Youre hard."

"And? I get off on seeing you get off. I also get off on when youre a good girl for me."

"Liar. You love it when i misbehave. You always start moving the toys faster when i do." That was what he used when he really wanted to punish me; small dildos and vibrators in various settings and speeds, making sure i writhed and arched with every thrust.

"And what toy should i used on my babygirl tonight? What would get you all pink and squirmy for me?" He smirked and sucked my lips between his, lapping at the soft skin.

"I dont want a toy. I want you." I admitted.

Johnny sighed and pulled away from me entirely. "You know we cant. We've tried and we cant. I told you im not going to hurt you."

"I know!" I clutched onto his arm. "I know. But this time will be different. Im gonna do it."

He shook his head. "If i force it too much i could tear you. Rem, i'm seriously not going to try right now."

"Please!" I begged and looked up at him with puppy eyes. "Just one try, ok? Just one? You dont know how many times I've dreamt about you fucking me senseless. I just want you inside me so badly. I cant take it anymore."

He rolled his eyes, annoyed at my persistence. "Fine. Just one try. And i mean one."

I gave him a sweet kiss and pulled him on top of me. He settled between my legs which i laid on the outside of his thighs. He stroked the smooth and sensitive skin on my inner thighs as he trailed his thumbs upwards to spread my lower lips apart. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips as he drunk in the sight at my slightly flexed gape. "Are you sure?" He asked.

I pushed my hand between us and gripped the outline of his cock firmly. "Johnny I don't want you, I need you."

He went to say something again but snapped his jaw shut. Quickly, he discarded his boxer briefs and guided his swollen cock towards my entrance. Seeing him throb was another part of my guilt. He would leak and swell as we romped around and yet could only get off by a blowjob or a handjob. Sometimes he would thrust between my thighs or against my ass but I knew it was just barely enough for him. His cum didn't belong splattered across my skin; it belonged inside me, filling me to the brim and keeping me warm. I closed my eyes and let every bit of tension leave my body. If I could just get the head in, it would be smooth sailing from there.

A small push threatened the barricade of my tightness. The tension returned but only for a moment. I kept it shoved aside and focused on taking in the tip. I could feel centimeter by centimeter, gauging how far he could go, and when I found the glans stuffed inside me both of us shuddered hard. I covered my mouth as soon as I let out a sharp gasp. The feeling of being stretched burned and tingled and yet I took in the discomfort with a sense of gratitude. This was the farthest we had gotten and even if this was all he could get inside it was better than nothing.

Johnny's hands were trembling as he bruised my hips in the pattern of his fingers. "J-jesus...babe." He sucked in a harsh breath and swallowed hard. Beads of sweat had gathered at his brow and it was almost like he was losing control already. "God you feel so damn good. How are you even taking me?"

I held one of his hands and brought it to my lips, kissing the back of it. "You said it yourself. You saw me practicing on camera but you didn't see what I did when I was alone." I parted my lips then and ushered in two of his fingers, sucking slowly. I circled my tongue around the tips and swallowed all the way down to the knuckle all while perfecting by bedroom eyed gaze at him. His hips snapped as his body trembled, making me wince around his fingers. He had managed to squeeze in more of his cock and even produced some minuscule thrusts that had him looking like he was already prepped to go over the edge.

He gripped harder at my hip to the point where it hurt but I knew it was a sign of pleasure and that's all I wanted to give him. I mewled around his fingers and nudged my legs a little higher to rest by his waist. The adjustment built up pressure in the pit of my stomach and made my overstretched walls clench harder. Johnny groaned deeply and begged me to ease my hold on him but I couldn't. Even when I got used to the new addition of girth I was still suctioned around him. My face flushed as I heard his groans turn into growls. The muscles in his strong arms bulged as his shoulders caved in and an unexpected heat tsunamied into me.

My eyes widened at the revelation that he had cum inside me-the first time I had ever felt the sensation. It was strange and yet because it was Johnny it also felt...cozy in a way. A warm perfection that symbolized him succumbing to everything I had wanted to give him. Though one thing was for sure, I was surprised at how quickly it happened. I let his hand go and instead held onto my tummy that I swore was bulging slightly. Johnny ran a hand over his face and pushed his hair back but as soon as our eyes caught each other his face burned beet red even to the tips of his ears. "Do you...um, do you always cum that fast when you're in someone?" I tried to ask as politely as possible.

He pulled out of me and ran straight to the bathroom, slamming the door harshly. I frowned, realizing that the small comment had hurt his pride but I had to be honest that I wanted more from him. I sat up slowly and felt a rush of cum flow out of me, thicker than I expected. Him pulling out so swiftly left me sore and on wobbly knees yet I walked over to the bathroom, trying to keep my thighs pressed together so I wouldn't make an even bigger mess. "Johnny?" I asked as I knocked on the door.

"Go away." I heard him mumble.

"Johnny, why'd you run? Was it because of what I said? I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"Go. Away."

I huffed and grabbed a hold of the door. I was prepared to force my way through but it wasn't locked at all. I stumbled as I stepped in and saw Johnny sitting on the toilet cover, head between his knees and arms dangling by his feet. "Johnny." I sunk to my knees in front of him. "Look at me, please."

"No." He replied, muffled.

"Johnny." I repeated, sternly this time. "What's wrong?"

"'M embarrassed." He mumbled.

"Embarrassed? How come?"

"I've never cum that fast before. Ever. I feel like a loser."

I pushed his head up gently and sighed. "Guaranteed I did want it to last longer but this was the first time you were able to thrust inside me. Maybe it was because of all that pent up energy from when you couldn't do it before. Orrrrr," I nudged his arm playfully. "I'm just that damn good."

"I don't need your cockiness now." He pouted cutely.

"It's ok, baby, really. We're still finding each other out. This is the first time anyone has cared about not hurting me. I'd take that over some idiot that would barge in any day. Please don't be embarrassed."

"Easy for you to say."

"You think I want to be this tight? Sure it sounds like a whole fantasy but being tiny sucks. I want to get railed until I can't walk but I cry as soon as something big comes near me."

"You didn't cry this time." He pointed out and I perked up instantly.

"Hey, you're right. I didn't. That's progress!" I smiled and gave him a small kiss in an effort to cheer him up a little. "And you know what this means, right?"

Johnny sat back against the toilet tank and let out an exasperated sigh. "What?"

"We can keep practicing." I rose to my feet and straddled his lap. "I know you like practicing."

Finally a twinge appeared at the corner of his mouth. He couldn't resist the thought of more touching, groping, kissing, and grinding. "Well...I guess you're right."

I peered down at his still mostly hard cock as curiously got the best of me. "You came but you're still hard?"

He shrugged. "Sometimes it takes awhile to go down. Sometimes I can squeeze another one out."

I lifted my hips and slowly sunk down on him, catching him by surprise. He jerked suddenly and held onto me tightly. "Re-Rem!"

"Maybe we can work on me taking all of you this time. And making sure you last longer."

"I-its your fault for fuckin' suffocating me!" He said through grit teeth. "Just like you're doing now!"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grabbed a handful of his hair. "Don't tell me you cant take it, baby."

He licked his lips and fluttered his eyes shut. "You have no idea what you do to me Rem."

"You're wrong." I wiggled down more on his shaft, now about a quarter of the way down before the tingling started again. "I know exactly how you feel because you drive me crazy too. Especially now."

He buried his face in my neck, splattering kisses here and there. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

I giggled and squeezed him tight. "I love you, Johnny."

A silence fell over the room as that was also a first between us. I was afraid he wouldn't reciprocate the sentiment and felt my heart race. Now I was the embarrassed one yet I felt him smile against my collar bone. "Yeah?"

I nodded. "I-is that okay? To say that? I d-dont want to scare you off."

"I'm not going anywhere. Trust me. I love you too." I pursed my lips together to hide a squeal though I was too giddy to even think straight. I almost didn't notice Johnny standing up, myself now in his arms and our bodies remaining connected. "Can I show you how much I love you?"

"Please."

[captain-cerrillo]

op:kio - follows x (in which isaac is like fuck it *space magic* bc im going to kill you all if i dont get my wife and kid back now)

“Anything you want to unburden?”

Isaac liked the way the Major felt at his side. But his jaw flexed in obvious irritation as he considered the man’s not simple question. “You said they’re safe with Ben. You believe it?”

“Much as anything.” Archer let a foul-smelling herbal cigarette hang from his lips without making any efforts to light it. He sniffed at the air and toed at a pile of rocks with his armored boots.

“Alright.” Isaac turned back to the scatter of Phoenix lazing in various languid poses across the ridiculous plush furniture. “Who’s up for a good, old-fashioned assassination so we can all get the fuck back home?”

Unsurprisingly, Ajax was the first to volunteer.

-

The whirlwind of destruction the Phoenix left in their wake was unbelievable and it gave Isaac a whole new appreciation for the drama and consequence that seemed to hover over them all like an ever-present raincloud just waiting to spill over. They might have been trouble but goddamn they were worth it.

He set a code to tap into the Merkava Ravel’s data systems, mining the drives in a direct download to Isaac’s tech kit as biotics blasted, bones snapped, metal creaked, and dying aliens sputtered their final screams around him. It was music to his ears.

-

“You got what you need?” Ethan’s smooth accent didn’t betray the effort of crushing the last asari commando’s ribcage under his heavy boot as she bled out beneath him.

The paladin only blinked at her strange purple eyes before they fluttered shut. He tucked the data disk into an armor compartment and gave the phoenix a big thumbs up before scanning the bloody mess of the ships control center for the Major.

“This way.” The slayer gestured down a hallway. “Saved the best for last.”

-

“Luca came all the way out here to find out about his brother.” Isaac’s fingers tightened in Hema’s tunic. “If you know something, you’re going to share it.”

“I’m not telling you anything." The huge drell spat into Isaac’s face. “Luca and I had a deal.” He pushed the paladin off and crossed his giant arms crossed across his wide chest as his gills flared. “He does the job, he gets the info. I’m not giving up something for nothing.”

“Nothing?” Maddox stepped up, letting himself get uncomfortably close to the creature. “Nobody said you’d get nothing, big guy.” He held out his arms, a dramatic gesture both threat and invitation. “We’re more than willing to offer you your life.” He was good at feigned benevolence.

“No. We’re really not.” Isaac insisted from behind him.

“Alright. No, but we can offer you a quick and painless-”

“Nope,” Isaac interjected again.

Maddox turned with a golden eyebrow halfway up his forehead, completely unconcerned with the drell. “Are you shitting me, Toast? Keep this ballsy shit up and I might start to like you.” He turned back to Hema with a cruel grin. “Hard way, it is then.”

-

“I’m definitely not thinking about calling you a bloodhound,” Isaac teased the Major – far more grateful for his uncanny senses than he was brave enough to let on as the group followed Archer’s lead through the winding, trash-littered alleyways of Tortuga’s red light district.

“There are much better metaphors,” Archer snorted, gesturing around a corner ahead. “They’re close.”

Ajax sniffed the air like a dog and then smiled like a predator. “I smell drell blood.”

“Is that Phoenix thing?”

“Just a freak thing,” Huntsman teased.

“Bite me, Mason,” Maddox spat.

Ethan scoffed and Archer chuckled and the two of them cancelled each other out as Isaac hushed the squabble with a hand. “Enough. Lets get our people and go home.”

[childish-ish]

AYO!! Has anyone done a Jason Voorhees with a gn feral s/o that helps him with taking down whoever's dumb enough to come in the camp yet (s/o dont kill them but they do love scaring the absolute shit out of them and Jason worries for them 24/7)? I hope its cool if I come to you for any feral s/o asks because I trust u with them now KSKDKSLD

i have absolutely no idea if anyone did this! or if you're asking if anyone asked that??!?!! im so excited omg :')) ALSO its cool to come for me for feral readers lmfaooownfkkwkx why wouldnt it be bro, also, sorry if its not actually WHAT you wanted ,, i don't think I'm actually that great at feral readers lmfaoooo, ALSO LMAO, definitely not my longest :\ hope you like it bro!

this fucking beautiful man,, he'th tho thecthy

pairing: jason voorhees x feral! reader

"BOO!!" You shout, a ghoulish smile planted on your lips. You could practically feel the ghost of Jason's concerned gaze. The bugs scuttled away and you snickered before plucking one from the ground. You watch it's legs wiggle in the air, practically screaming for help. You toss it over your shoulder before digging your hands into the dirt and pulling out two handfuls of dirt.

You hear faint laughter from afar, and couldn't help but grin. New meat! You cheered.

You stood, brushing off your hands on your clothes before jogging further down the trail. You wonder where Jason is. Was he by the lake? In the camp? In the little sewer home?

A thin, hot hand set itself on your shoulder. You turn your head slightly. An unknown face. Pretty - you must admit. But nothing like your homeboy - significant other, Jason. You wonder where he is. Was he by the lake? In the camp - ? How couldn't you hear her sneak up on you? So many questions, yet so, little time.

"Hey, uh. You live around here?" The girls' voice was girly - yet kind've tomboy-ish, and definitely kind. Another face popped up behind her. A man! Hm. Couple? Probably. Another face! Another man! "Threesome?"

The three have you an odd look, you correct yourself.

"Yeah. You campin' here or what?" You say with a large wolfish grin after slapping her hand off your shoulder, turning to face her.

She gives you an odd look - "Yeah, actually.." she rubs her hand. The two men seemingly gave each other a look.

"Cool!" You say nothing else. The atmosphere sure was awkward.

"Okay! Well then! We will be in our way!" The man with the glasses clapped his hands together.

"Oh, hey. There's this really nice clearing by the lake." You chirp, "Just go all the way down to the camp."

Your watch as the men, once again, exchange uneasy glances. You smile even wider.

"Thank you so much! We'll be in our way now!" The female chirped back.

The female passes you first, then the two males, one by one. Both giving you a nod. You grin, glaring into their backs before disappearing into the green vegetation.

You pick a single flower from its' group. It was technically a weed - white clover, was what you picked up. After jogging away, you tripped on a way-too-thick root. You fell ontk your hands and knees, gazing your knees in a rock of somesort - you watch as your knee gushes out blood. You immediately make sure the weed is okay. It is! Off to see Jason, now!

"Oi, oi oi! My beautiful man of the hour! Every second - every minute! My beautiful man!" You were very careful around saying swears around the large man. His mother was Christian wasn't she? Fuck, you don't remember. All you know is that she was in his head or someshit. You fix the weed behind his ear and grinned at your work. He was so precious.

He did nothing but lift a hand and rub your cheek affectionately. You sigh, placing a hand over his own. You rub your cheek against his hand before apruptly biting said hand.

- "Oh right! Jason! Jason! J - jASON!! NEW V - VICTIMS JASON!" You say excitedly - practically vibrating.

That caught his attention - you grinned, his eyes directed on you and you only - when it's it never? When the people come into his land.

"So! The plan?!" You turn around, took a single step and tripped, falling onto your knees. You stood, turning around to face the large bust of the hockey-masked man. You nudge your nose into said chest just for the fuck of it.

He apruptly grabbed your face with both hands - inspecting your face. You snicker - "I'm okay, Jason!! Here - here!! I'll be back!" You rip away after giving a kiss to his musty - dirty hand. Jason's heart swelled, he liked that you didn't care about getting dirty - but what about you getting sick from whatever was on his hand?!

He sighed inaudibly as he watched you trip over nothing once more, further away. He shook his head before following after you.

You listen to the crunching of the leaves under your feet. You had walked around the forest trails with Jason, waiting for dark.

You hear the loud laughter and a small fire crackling as you near the lake.

You send a quick look to Jason who nodded in affirmation. You lean up and give him a kiss on his naked cheek before bolting forward to the trio.

You shake a branch, bouncing up and down, holding onto the branch for dear life with your two fists

The laughing stopped collectively. You grinned before dropping onto the forest floor, the branch bouncing up and down lightly now, you quietly step towards the dull light. You hear the clattering of thick sticks - and watch as the fire grow larger between multiple branches and tall grass.

"BOO!!" You scream, face illuminated by the orange fire that burned your chin.

You effectively scared them all. You stood straight and grinned. The female calmed down. You hear her laugh a little. If only the male was as lighthearted as she was.

"You fucking freak!" One of the men yelled.

"Oh, choke on my cock and balls, whore."

I mean - he did choke on something, but thankfully it was something you hoped he choked on. Not your metaphorical / actual cock and balls, but - guess! His own blood!

You laugh, the screams of his friends and the sound of him spluttering like a fish and the fure crackle mixed together like a symphony.

You sit where the male was sitting - the one you told to suck your cock and balls. You eat his food and watch Jason finish male off. You drink from his water bottle, waterfall style.

You could feel the weight next to you dip.

"That was fun." You grinned.

Jason nodded, tossing his weapon in front of him, near the fire. Usually, after killing the people stupid enough to actually go to Camp Crystal Lake, Jason and you would go back to the little sewer bunker and cuddle for a good while. Just kidding! You would totally have sex.

"I'm okay, by the way. They didn't do anything to harmful. Anyways, wanna get married so we can make-out? I mean, since we can't have premarital kisses.." You trail off, feeling the odd look Jason gave you. You burst into laughter.

You watch with a grin as he lifts his mask so you could see his face. Yeah - it was deformed and shit, but your didn't have the heart to give a shit.

You get on your knees and threw your arms around his neck, before giving him an affectionate kiss.

"I can't wait until their friends come looking for them.." You breathe out before absolutely fucking devouring his lips.

[faerieoffi]

for eddie pls!!!

➷ Full Name - Edward Im Junior/ Im Haru

➷ Best Friend - Bae Hayun 

➷ Sexuality - Heterosexual

➷ Favorite Color - Red and Lilac

➷ Relationship Status - Single pringle

➷ Ideal Mate - Someone understanding and fun, doesn't mind breaking a few rules and cuddling. Someone who can introduce him to new things and is willing to share all their troubles and quirks with him.

➷ Turns ons - Rock tshirts cropped really high, PIERCINGS BRO DONT GET HIM STARTED, cursing, girls who manspread, girls who can fix plumbing and lightbulbs. HE'S A BOTTOM OKAY LET THE BOY LIVE

➷  Favorite Food - Basic man he just loves korean barbecue so much

➷ Crushes - The Kard girls, Jessi, All of SISTAR especially Bora tho, Cheetah, Minzy from 2ne1 

➷ Favorite Music - Rap and rock, hes an angry boi. But he also love 2000's diva pop music

➷ Biggest Fear - Being destructive towards people, letting others step on him metaphorically and reducing himself to nothing but someone's lackey again. Just his unconscious belief  that he's evil and worthless being true 

➷ Biggest Fantasy - Just going about his life in peace? Not  being anxious and stressed as often as he is. Also he would love to tour with a rap act

➷ Bad Habits - Being too defensive with strangers, drinking , biting his nails off

➷ Biggest Regret - Not telling anyone about the bullying he suffered in his first group 

➷ Best Kept Secrets - How much he actually cares for everyone around him and how much he depends on their well being 

➷ Last Thought - ' Get money Burn Towns '’

➷ Worst Romantic Experience - Once he was drunk with his friends in rap club and there was this groupie sasaeng-ish fan who was trying to flirt with him while he was clearly drunk out of his ass, she tried to kiss him and he barfed on her. Eddie  immediately started laughing ,he tried to sprint away from her but tripped over his feet, falling on his face. Happily Hayun's brother was there, also drunk and picked him up from the ground and they ran the whole way to the company dorms giggling. 

➷ Biggest Insecurity - Being a terrible dancer and being shred to pieces on stage

➷ Weapon of Choice - You know that giant wood hamer Harley Quinn has? That

➷ Role Model - Song Minho, Hyuna and Min Yoongi

[dekus-afro-pic]

Stop Yelling at Me!!

Bakugo x Reader

Summary

Bakugo and y/n have known eachother since they were kids. Since they were kids Bakugo would always pick and nag at Y/N and Deku for having a “better quirk” than them. One day as everyone from class 1-A socializes in the common area of their dorm Y/N has had enough of Katsuki’s shit

———————————————————————

“IZUKUU~” I yelled from outside of his house “C’MON WE’RE GONNA BE LATE ON THE FIRST DAY!!”. Today was our first day at Yuuei. I’ve been dreaming of this day since I was just a small bean. I always knew I was going to make it in. And not just because my family was wealthy but for actually having an useful quirk.

“IM COMING” My clumsy friend ran out of his house, staggering over his own feet. “Sorry to keep you waiting”

“No big deal. I just wanna get there early to meet our classmates. Do you think anyone from school will know us?” I exclaimed, barely holding in my excitement.

“Well..” he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “Kaachan is”

I stopped dead in my tracks watching Deku slowly turn around wincing.

“You’ve got to be shitting me”

“Y/N!! LANGUAGE. Your mouth is worse than his” he said walking towards me linking our arms.

~~~~

“Why~ ugh” I groaned “He’s such an asshole”

“I know. But we’ll just ignore him” he smiled as we kept walking.

“Look Y/N it’s huge” he exclaimed “Dont you just love it”

“Yea” I smiled “DEKU WATCH OUT”

It was to late. He was already on his way to the ground. Until he started being pulled up by someone’s quirk. It was a girl with a brown bob and big brown eyes. She looks bubbly and adorable.

“That was close” she giggled “ I’m Uraraka. But you can call me Ochako”

“D-Deku-” Deku mumbled. He looked back at me as if he was saying “save me”

“Hi I’m Y/n” I intervened. Saving my shy friend “You have a nice Quirk”

“Aww thank you. What class are you two in?”

“1-A” We said in unison “Jinx. Double Jinx”

Ochako looked at us like we were weird and asked “Are you two dating?”

We looked at eachother and then back to her. We started laughing hysterically.

“No” I said trying to hold in my laughs “We’re just childhood friends” Izuku nodded his head in agreement.

“Come on we’ll be late” she squeals speed walking “maybe there’s some cute boys”

~~~~~

“MOVE SHITTY HAIR”

I knew that loud voice anywhere. And we’re not even in the classroom yet. Deku and Ochako walked in together while I tailed along.

I took a look around the classroom. There was an empty seat next to a guy with two different hair colors and a scar around his eye.

“Look at the babe” a guy with spiky red hair whistled “Hi I’m Kirishima”

“Y/N” I smiled while walking to the seat. I felt a cold stare looking at me from across the room. And I knew exactly who was giving me the favor.

“OI Y/N. WHY ARE YOU HERE?” Bakugo snarled

“Suck my dick Katsuki” I shot back while flipped him the finger.

“Always knew you had one”

I rolled my eyes as I looked away from his burning red eyes. “Bite me”

“Alright settle down students” A man in a slumber bag said. Is he really our teacher?

He crawled from out of the bag revealing his true identity.

“Oh my god” I whispered. The split haired boy looked over at me and back to the teacher “It’s Eraserhead”

“Alright. We’re going to introduce ourselves. Whoever wants to go first you can. I don’t care”

And of course the first person up was-

“I’m Katsuki Bakugo and I’m going to be-“

“Blah blah blah” I muttered. The guy next to me laughed.

Everyone else went until it was my turn. I rolled my eyes walking on to the podium.

“I’m Y/N. K bye now”

“Is that the last one? You guys took the whole period. Well” Aizawa yawned “let me show you guys to your dorms”

~~~~

Aizawa showed everyone their dorms and dormates. “There’s an uneven number of girls so Y/N you’ll share with Bakugo”

“You’ve got to be shitting me. Can I bunk with Todoroki or Midoriya?” I begged.

“I don’t feel like doing the paperwork. Just share the room” he said walking away.

“Damn. Don’t get in my wa-“ bakugo started

“Blah blah do you ever shut up” I pushed pass him to get into the room

“Hey don’t talk to me that way” he growled

I ignored him as I put my decorations on my wall

“I don’t want to see that shit when I wake up”

“Then don’t look over here dummy” I mumbled. I continue to unpack my belongings. I walked pass him, purposely hitting his side “Oops”.

His words hurt. Ever since we were kids they hurt. So many times he’s threatened to blast me with one of his explosions. A part of me wished he already did it. Another part of me wants to beat his body into a mush. Then there’s that small tiny piece of me that wants him to do unholy things to me. That part I hate about myself.

“Watch it dumbass” his royal highness snarled once again.

I made my way towards the bathroom to change into some comfort clothes. I looked at myself In the mirror, tears threatening to spill. I closed my eyes trying to keep them in.

“Don’t cry” I whispered “Dont cr-“

“ARE YOU DONE IN THERE? IF YOUR LOOKING IN THE MIRROR I CAN ALREADY TELL YOU THAT YOUR UGLY” He laughed

That did it. The tears started trickling down my face. I wiped them as fast as I could trying to gain control. Stupid idiot. I hurried and put a cold towel on my face. I took one last glance and opened the door.

“Were you cry-?” He started

“Move out of my way asshole” I made my towards the common area. Everybody was there socializing.

“Hey Y/N come join us” Kirishima smiled. He was next to Todoroki, Denki, Momo and Mina. Deku was with Ochako, a tall boy with glasses, and Tsu. They were all in comfort clothes, looking like they were having the time of their life.

I sat next to Kirishima, adding myself into the conversation.

“So Y/N” Todoroki started “What is your quirk?”

“Yea what is it?” Kiri asked.

“Well” I laughed nervously “um I cause people to have hallucinations just by looking at them. Make them have bad ones and good ones. It’s kinda stupid”

“THAT SOUNDS AWESOME!” Kirishima exclaimed “Better than turning into a rock”

“A metaphoric rock or?” I joked. Everybody laughed. I looked over at Deku. We cought eachothers eyes looking at the other. He put his finger on his nose and scrunch it. I do the same. This was our way of saying that we have eachothers back no matter what.

My train of thought was interrupted by Kirishima calling over someone. I turned back to the group and saw Bakugo walking towards us.

“There’s no seats” he snarled. He looked at everyone but me. I focused my attention to my hands.

“I’ll see you guys later” I put on a fake smile and made my way towards Deku. I sat next to him putting my head on his shoulder “I hate myself” I said into his shoulder.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” Deku asked looking, well trying to, at me.

“I have to share a room with fire breath” I said lifting my head.

“Oh no. Poor thing” Momo hugged me “That asshole is going to make you miserable”

“Already has” I released the hug looking at him. Surprisingly he was already looking at me.

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT ASSWIPE?” He yelled.

“STOP YELLING AT ME” I screamed. Everyone started screaming as my quirk started making them see their fears. My quirk usually works on what emotions I’m feeling. And since I’m pissed off, everyone’s seeing their worst nightmare.

“Y/N MAKE IT STOP. PLEASE” Ochako whined.

“Y/N” Izuku screamed.

Finally I stopped using my quirk. Everyone’s hyperventilating and looking at me like I was a monster. Tears started running down my face as I looked at everyone.

“I’m so sorry” I said faintly. I tried to hold myself up.

Kirishima walk towards me “Y/N”. I stepped back shaking my head. He pulled me into a hug. Trying to calm me down.

“I want to go to my dorm now” I pulled away trying to smile. “I’m sorry guys. I truly am”

It was an unison of “it’s fine” and “no need to apologize”

I closed the door to my room and threw myself on the bed. Crying my eyes out. Sobbing so loud that I didn’t even hear the door old and close.

“Um y/n” he sounded pitiful. I don’t want his pity. I don’t need it. “I’m sorry”. He sat at the edge of my bed. I can tell he was contemplating on rubbing my back. I sat up looking him dead in his eyes. Using my quirk to show him how his words affect me. “Get out of my head” he snarled.

“No. You’re going to see what the hell you’ve done”

He pushed me away but I still held focus. Until he covered my eyes. Tears threatening to spill through both of our eyes. He pulled me into a hug. Which was unsurprisingly warm.

“Why are you such an ass” I whispered, longing for an answer.

“I have to show I’m dominate”

“No you don’t. Nobody says you have to show dominance. You act like a huge asswipe.”

“I’m sorry” he said looking into your eyes. His ruby eyes were memorizing. And his caramel scent filled my nose.

“You need to apologize to Izuku as well. He just wanted to be friends. But you pushed both of us away. Treated us like shit” I stood up ready to leave but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down.

“We’re not done talking”

[propertyoftoru]

Loki, 77

A/N: Okay anon I am SO sorry this took so long, someone at my work just quit so we’ve been short staffed and I’ve been picking up the slack, it was also my birthday and Endgame came out on Blu-ray today so I rewatched that and cried alot, But i finally rewrote this after it got deleted so here you go! I hope you like it!

Im not even gonna do warnings, its smut guys.

Word Count:  1398

“There’s people here.”

“I know.”

-

Sweat was dripping down your body, your heavy breaths echoing off of the walls of the room you were standing in. You were currently warming up for your sparring session with Steve, you had just finished your routine that he had insisted you followed, much to your disliking. He stood his ground when he said that you would be doing HIIT training and you threw a temper tantrum similar to the ones Tony would throw when Pepper wouldn’t allow him to have a cheeseburger. HIIT training was gruesome and miserable, your regimen included but was not limited to, lateral lunges, tuck-ups, plank jacks, squat thrusts, flutter kicks, and star jumps. You hated star jumps, you always felt foolish while doing them. You were required to continue those exercises with minuscule break times until your body was too exhausted to continue, and that was just the warm-up…. Steve never took it easy on you and you were grateful for that but you were always on the brink of collapsing by the time you exited those gym doors. You were currently stretching your already sore muscles by sitting on the floor and reaching for your toes, hoping for some kind of relief from the dull aches. You heard the gym doors open and shut and you looked up expecting to see blonde hair and blue eyes but instead you were met with silky black hair and piercing green eyes. He glanced at your exhausted form while striding across the gym over to Thor who was over by the weights. He engaged in a hushed conversation but his eyes continued to flicker to you every so often. You pretended you didn’t notice and continued to stretch while awaiting Steve’s arrival. You could feel his eyes burning into your back as you stood up and bent over while reaching for your toes. 

“Hey! Sorry I’m late, was just finishing up a briefing with Fury. How’s the warm-up going?” Steve said as he jogged over to you a smirk already forming as he noticed the beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. You stood up straight and shot playful daggers at the Captain. 

“Oh just wonderful, I can already taste blood in my mouth.” Sarcasm dripping from your facetious tone. 

“Good! That means you’re ready to start the hard part!” He said a little too excitedly. Little did he know that you had been practicing with Bucky and Nat and you had a few tricks up your sleeve. You began to circle each other like two lions in a cage, playful smirks plastered across both of your faces. You got into your stance just like Bucky had made you practice a million times until you got it perfect. Left shoulder facing Steve, hips lined up with your shoulders, knees slightly bent, left foot pointed in his direction, fists loose, right hand by your chin, left hand down and in front of your face. Chin down and eyes up. You could practically hear Bucky’s gruff voice repeating those words over and over again.

“Good stance, but your left foot needs to be pointed just a little more.” You knew he was testing you to see if you would glance down and check your footing, but that would leave you distracted and exposed for him to attack. You didn’t take your eyes off of him as you continued to slowly walk in a circle. You let out a breathy chuckle to which he raised an eyebrow. 

“Before we get started…you wanna warm up to get ready Gramps? Wouldn’t want you to break a hip.” You shot him a wink and it was his turn to chuckle now, a genuine smile on his lips. 

“I’m always ready sweetheart” and with that he was diving towards you attempting to get a hold on you. You were quick to crouch down and slide to his left throwing a jab at his ribs and then sweeping your leg at the back of his knee causing it to buckle. He lost his balance for only a second but it was long enough for you to grab his arm and twist it, swinging your legs around him and wrapping them around his neck. You used all your force and weight to pull him to the ground where you twisted his arm into an armbar, moving your legs over his throat and shoulders. He was laughing now, and at first you felt insulted and pissed but when he tapped the side of your thigh, signaling that he was waving a metaphorical white flag your smiled before releasing him. 

“Well done champ, You’ve been hanging out with Romanoff and Buck too much, they’re giving away all my weak spots” You stood up offering him a hand, which he took out of courtesy and not because he actually needed it. You opened your mouth to throw another witty comment in his direction when the sound of a slow echoing clap rang in your ears. You turned to see Loki leaning against the wall, a mischievous grin set ever-so rightfully upon his pink lips. 

“Well done indeed, champ. I was not expecting you to take him down so quickly. Color me impressed.” His accented voice stretched smoothly through the warm air, tickling your ears in the most delightful way. 

“I could take you down even faster, horns.” You snarked back, an equally mischievous grin splayed across your own lips. 

“Oh? Please do try darling. I would love to see a mortal attempt to- oof!” You cut him off by pouncing on him, but he quickly flipped the two of you over, pinning your leg down with his knee and wedging the other between his thighs, locking it in place tightly. He wrapped one of his hands around both of your wrists, using the other to hold himself up. His face was a few inches away from yours and you felt your face warm up from being in such close quarters with the god. He leaned his face down so his lips were resting next to your ear and he whispered.

“I always imagined pinning you down like this but with far less clothes and far less people watching us.” You could practically feel the smirk on his face.

Your face heated up even more because you were sure that Steve would’ve heard that even without his super-hearing.

“Loki! There’s people here!” You whined, squirming under his firm hold.

“I know” He only held you in place tighter and watched as you struggled under him. He leaned down to whisper to you again.

“Perhaps you should skip the rest of your training and meet me in the library?”

So that’s exactly what you did. You gave Steve a half-assed excuse before jogging out of the gym. You knew that he knew exactly why you were leaving your training session early. You entered the library and his lips were immediately on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth instantly. His teeth were biting down on your lower lip needily as he pushed you up against the now closed door. He wasted no time in using his magic to make both of your clothes disappear in a green shimmer. He lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his torso before lining himself up with your soaking entrance. He pushed in slowly until he bottomed out, with a pleasure-filled sigh he rested his head on your shoulder allowing you to adjust to his large girth and length. After a moment he placed both hands on your ass, gripping in firmly and then bouncing you on his cock. You nearly screamed in pleasure as you felt his length deep inside of you, brushing sinfully along your throbbing walls. He rocked his hips in tandem with you bouncing on him and the synergy of it all had him growling like a wild animal. 

“You look so fucking good pet, taking my cock so well aren’t you? I’m filling your tight little hole so nicely aren’t I?” You couldn’t even comprehend a response to his filthy words as your orgasm flooded your senses. Your slick walls spasming around him sent him flying into his own oblivion and he nearly dropped you because he was coming so hard. His seed coated your walls and he pulled out before gently placing you on your feet, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You did indeed take me down, darling”

TAGLIST (OPEN):@spookyanairwin / @aar-journey / @kweenmarvel / @iamverity / @cora-notoverloki / @stfxlou / @nerdy-jelly-art / @rosesistine / @marvelfansworld / @spidey-mads / @calypsolotus / @jana-banana-fana

[turning-the-kaleidoscope]

10 with whoever youd like ;w; i only ask that serizawa be in there somewhere

OKAY I KNOW THIS TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET AROUND TO BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MY FACE LIT UP WHEN I SAW THIS BECAUSE I IMMEDIATELY KNEW EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING TO WRITE.

HERE WE GO–

Edit: YOU CAN LISTEN TO IT NOW TOO OH MY GOODNESS

PHOENIX I’M STILL SCREAMING OVER THIS A A A A A A A your reading voice is so freaking gOOD JDKLSDF A A A A A,,,

im just gonna,,, listen to this like 10 more times,,, dont mind m e ,,,,

Reigen lived with the belief that everyone held an equal measurement of potential, psychic powers be damned. He believed that psychics were not above humanity; that they were not some “better form” of human, and rather, humans with only somewhat different capabilities. In fact, Reigen seemed to envy runners more than he envied psychics. 

They come from entirely different worlds, Serizawa and Reigen. Serizawa doesn’t believe he could ever truly understand him.

Except it’s Reigen’s belief—the belief that all people are equal, that no one is more special than anyone else, that everyone is unique in their own way but in no way more important—that leads him to a perilous downfall. 

And, in hindsight, Serizawa should have known. 

Because Reigen sees everyone the same, but one. He sees everyone as having worth, as having importance, as being special, with one exception. 

Serizawa is not used to exorcising spirits. In fact, Reigen probably has more experience than him. But with Shigeo so swamped with entrance exams right around the corner, it had to be Serizawa. Reigen told him he’d be fine. He’d even gone so far as to jokingly ask “What’s the worst that could happen?” 

He has an answer now. An answer and clarity he wishes he didn’t have.

The spirits aren’t very strong, but there are a lot of them. Enough to have Serizawa overwhelmed within the moment they stepped down into the canyon. Spirits with varying strengths and weaknesses, with varying skillsets and tricks up their metaphorical sleeves. 

Reigen has literal salt up his sleeves, which doesn’t do much of anything at all. But it does distract some of them while Serizawa takes them out, two by two, unable to exorcise more than that at a time. And a part of that is his fault. Or, rather, his nature. Because he wants to be careful. Because he isn’t used to this at all. Because he wants to make sure the spirits are thoroughly taken care of and can’t hurt anyone again. 

There are too many spirits. Too many spirits and not enough exorcists to deal with them. 

“Katsuya, there’s–!”

It was bound to happen. But Serizawa still couldn’t have predicted it actually would. 

He’s just exorcised spirit number who’s-keeping-count, and is turning to look over his shoulder towards the shout of his name, but he’s bodyslammed before he can see anything.

His shoulder collides with the dirt and the air is knocked from his lungs. His throat closes in on him, but so do the spirits, and he forces himself into gear and swings an arm, exorcising the two nearest ones. 

“Arataka,” he gasps, struggling to get his feet underneath him, “why did you–”

That was the worst case scenario. 

That was the worst that could happen. 

Because while Reigen was just as human as the rest of them, he was no psychic. 

The rest of it happens in a blur, for a time. Not nearly for long enough, but for a time. Serizawa didn’t mean to, but his aura took the reins of the situation and tore through every spirit like a knife through butter. 

And it somehow overrides his panic and knows what to do, too, because he presses hands over the gaping wound in Reigen’s side and his aura, trembling and scared, winds tendrils around it and seals it. Temporarily seals it, but seals it nonetheless. 

The outburst upsets the sides of the canyon. He barely gets his barrier around them in time before it comes crumbling down, burying them beneath rocks and dirt and dust until no trace can be found. 

And now they’re huddled together, occupying as little space as they can beneath the dome of the barrier. Serizawa has an arm wound tight around Reigen’s shoulders and lets him lean into his side and rest his head on his shoulder, because he’d been struggling to hold it up on his own. The front of his shirt is bloodied, with a giant tear in the side of it where the spirit caught him. If the spirit had been aiming for him, he’d probably be dead. 

“I wish I could take you to a hospital,” Serizawa says quietly, a pit in his gut. “I don’t know how much blood you lost.” 

“Prob’ly shouldn’t mess with it,” Reigen slurs, eyes barely open. His head is a dead weight against Serizawa’s shoulder, and his hands lay loosely threaded in his lap. “I dunno how… precarious it is up there. Don’t wanna risk… bringing down the rest…”

“What else do you suggest we do, then? We aren’t going to have oxygen forever, you don’t have service on your phone–” 

“Someone’ll find us,” Reigen answers shortly, and something tells Serizawa that the promise is more than desperate delirium. Even if he is struggling to keep his eyes open. “Someone’ll find us, I know it…” 

Serizawa bites his lip, but Reigen doesn’t have the strength for an argument and he doesn’t have the heart to push one. 

So they sit, and Reigen breathes. He isn’t very awake, but he’s awake enough to know falling asleep is the last thing he should do. Just before Serizawa shakes him, Reigen has snapped himself awake all on his own, usually with a barely-audible reminder to himself not to fall asleep. 

Time passes, and with each painstaking second, the gnawing hole in Serizawa’s stomach grows and continues growing. Reigen’s skin is a shade it shouldn’t be, a pasty color like old white paint. His breaths are measured, but never steady, nor even. He’s never looked more exhausted. Or drained. 

The arm around him doesn’t feel like enough, and with minimal hesitation, Serizawa brings his opposite hand to settle over both of Reigen’s. His fingers are cold, and that’s not a good sign.

“… Are your hands really warm or did I just lose a lot of blood.” 

Serizawa’s chest is tight. “You lost a lot of blood.”

“Ahhn, makes sense.” 

Serizawa nods, but as Reigen’s head becomes more and more of a weight on his shoulder, his mind wanders elsewhere. Relives the previous hour once, then twice, before he squeezes his eyes shut in a sorry attempt to block it from his mind. 

It doesn’t work. 

He inhales, then swallows, then draws Reigen just a little closer. “You didn’t have to do that.” 

Reigen doesn’t ask what he means. “Mmn, yeah,” he slurs, nodding weakly. “That is true.” 

He doesn’t seem to get it. Serizawa struggles onward. “You should’ve just let it happen,” he says, voice somewhat sharper than he would have liked it to be. “The spirit wouldn’t have been able to do much of anything, definitely not something like—like this.” 

“I knew that,” Reigen says, and his voice is sharp, too, out of nowhere, “but my body reacted on the off-chance that I’d be wrong. I didn’t really… have the chance to… think about it. Y’know. Before it happened.” 

And Serizawa should have known, because that’s just how he is. He thinks things through, he can talk himself around just about anything, but when it comes to other people, he often acts before he thinks. Usually he gets away with it. Usually his impromptu plans work to his advantage. 

But not always. 

Serizawa decides to fight him on it later and instead asks, “How’s the pain?” 

“Not as bad as it should be,” Reigen says. A pause. “… That… might not be a good thing.” 

“It might be my aura,” Serizawa muses aloud. “I’ve never been good at healing wounds completely, but I’ve learned enough. You still need a hospital as soon as we’re out of here, though.” 

“Mm, yeah.” Reigen cracks a weak smile, then smiles and leans into him again. “M’not sure home remedies are gonna be nearly enough this time.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think so either.” 

“But I’ll be fine.” Reigen shuts his eyes, not to sleep, but to rest. “Thanks for the… aura, stuff. 

Serizawa manages a feeble but genuine smile in return. “Don’t mention it,” he says, and lets himself rest his cheek on the top of his head. “It’s the least I could do. Thank you.” 

“Mm, for what?” 

So much, really. So much Reigen doesn’t know. So much that it’d be hard to pin it down with words of any sort, of any magnitude. So much. Everything. 

But that can be saved for later, too. When he has time to express it. For now, he shakes his head and murmurs, “Y’know, stuff,” and somehow, Reigen understands. 

It’s Shigeo who finds them not too long after, calling their names and finally lifting the fallen rocks and debris with barely a flick of his wrist. He’s clearly distressed, and Serizawa only realizes now that it’d been the outburst of his aura that led him here, but he can explain that later too, now that he knows “later” will indeed come. 

For now, they bring Reigen to the hospital.

[fairyscribbles]

No More Running. (D.O, Romantic Confession)

By the way my loves, no need to worry about me! I decided to clean my folder and I found a lot of stories that I haven’t posted on tumblr yet, and I am pretty proud of them! So these are things that were written a while ago, but you get to see now! <3

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You pushed your feet to go faster, feeling the strain in your muscles as you sped down the dark alleyway. You muted out the gruff yells that were behind you and your mind was only set on one thing- escaping the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

You haven’t done anything wrong. You were innocent, and yet it was you who ended up being chased again.

You knew very well who was following you. And you knew they were toying with you. If they would’ve wanted, the vampires would have already ripped your jugular out.

They weren’t doing this for hunger. Oh no, the reason was far more personal than an innocent feeding.

This was an act of revenge, an eye for an eye. But they had the wrong person. You weren’t supposed to be executed for this reason.

You sharply turned left, almost losing your footing as you slammed into the side of the building. You could faintly register the burning on your arm as it scratched against the building, willing yourself to go faster.

This was all just a big mistake. They weren’t supposed to go after you. You weren’t the one closest to Do Kyungsoo, the werewolf they wanted to hurt the most.

Kyungsoo made sure you knew that well.

-

“Look…” he started, pausing after muttering your name. His eyes were set on the ground.

“This isn’t because of you…”

“Oh, of course not. It’s never me, it’s always you.” You cut him off, your hands balled into fists at your sides. He tried to open his mouth to protest, but you didn’t let him.

“At first, it was about you being different. When I showed you I had absolutely no problem with you being a werewolf, you changed the story to the “enormous” age gap problem.” You stated, crooking your fingers in the air in imaginative quote marks. Kyungsoo’s full lips pursed in a thin line, his brows furrowed.

“Even when I said that three years aren’t that bad, you’ve apparently come up with another one.” Crossing your arms on your chest, you glared at him.

“Let’s hear it, then.” He started out with your name again, and no matter how much you loved hearing it rolling off his lips, you willed yourself not to be affected by it.

“I cannot…I’m too dangerous for you.”

“Oh, that is rich.” You scoffed and Kyungsoo showed his distaste of interrupting him by growling deep in his chest. Sometimes, you forget that Kyungsoo is really a dangerous being, but no one could blame you- he is always so gentle and nice, it isn’t hard to let your mind slip with that little fact that he is able to transform into a great beast.

You pursed your lips, holding in all the other snarky comments until he is finished.

“I’m too dangerous. After all these years, I’ve made too many enemies. They could hurt you to get to me. And the biggest enemy is right in this room.” You lifted your eyebrow in question and Kyungsoo pointed at his chest.

“It’s me. I could hurt you so easily…” he muttered almost to himself, as he lifted his hand and his thumb brushed gently over your cheek. It took all you had not to lean into his touch, as you stared into his eyes, which seemed to be torn by uncertainty.

“Just with a flick of my wrist, I could break you bones…”

“You don’t have to flick anything but your tongue, to let those words out and break my heart.” You added, your voice lowering to his whisper. Pain flashed through his eyes and to your dismay, his hand retreated from your skin. He was already taking steps back, away from you.

“I’m sorry, I can’t…I can’t risk it. I’m so sorry.”

You would’ve cried, but you didn’t have the energy anymore. Sadly, you were so used to Kyungsoo walking out on you; it didn’t hurt as much as the last time.

You loved him, and you were sure he loved you back. The fact that after every single time he left, he returned to you made you realize that he was unable to be without you.

Do Kyungsoo’s machinations of his mind were an enigma, you decided, as you stared at the closed door, a thought crept in your head that it might’ve been a metaphor about Kyungsoo.

The closed door might be a metaphor on your relationship with Kyungsoo.

You were left all alone.

-

And alone, you had to face the two bloodthirsty vampires at your heels. You felt that your muscles started to scream in pain, but you couldn’t allow yourself to slow down. Slowing down mean certain death.

“Think fast, wolf bait!” a crystal clear voice called out behind you and not a second later, a sharp rock came in contact with your scalp. With a yelp, you stumbled but kept your balance. Your head throbbed, and that pain seemed to break down the numbness your brain created when they started chasing you.

You were being chased by vampires. And your only hope, the only one that could save you, turned his back on you.

That didn’t stop you from calling for help.

“Help…” the only word whimpered through your lips and the vile creatures behind you cackled.

“No one will come, sweetie. Stop running and we’ll make it quick.”

I don’t want to make it quick. I want to live, you wanted to tell the vampires, but you knew it would be useless.

“Please, help!” your voice grew louder as you took another turn. You noticed your grave mistake too late, that you ran into a dark alley, that was most probably cut off by some obstacle. Your fears came true, as a metal fence started rising above you and soon enough, you collided into it, hoping it would topple over.

Not happening. The fence stood there long before you and it probably will continue standing proud long after you’re gone.

You searched for a weapon of any kind- you were positive that you wouldn’t find any silver in the abandoned alleyway, so you settled for a broken vodka bottle. You clenched it by the throat, facing the predators with shaky legs.

“Leave me alone.” You tried to make your voice firm, but it cracked to a plea in the middle of the sentence, making the vampires laugh.

“We can’t do that, honey. There’s no escape. I’m sorry.” The monster replied and as if his speech triggered your reflex, your legs set off running again.

You didn’t get far though, as an arm shot up to meet you, sending you flying back to the fence. With a cry, you tried to catch your breath, your eyes glazing over with tears.

“Kyungsoo…” his name escaped your lips and your attacker grinned.

“Yes, thank him for killing you.”

“Kyungsoo, help me…” you were far too gone with fear, trying to back up even further into the fence when the vampire started approaching you.

“No! Stay back! Please!”

“So loud…” the other one growled, slapping you across the cheek. The sole impact had you losing your balance as you fell on the ground, knocking your head on some rubbish. Sobbing, you tried to crawl away from your death, into the corner of the building and the fence.

“Please, no!” you cried again, when you felt an iron grip on your ankle yank you away from your haven.

“Shut up already!”

“Say your prayers, flower.”  The first one finally said, lifting his arm to strike you again, but this time, you were sure it would be the last.

“Kyungsoo!” you shrieked, your eyes closing and awaiting the impact.

A growl cut through the air and soon enough, ripping and yells reached your ears, before you covered them, cutting them off.

You wanted out. This was just  a horrible nightmare, you wanted out, to wake up. Or if it had to be real life, you just wanted to die, to finally have it over with and to die in peace. Oh god, that was the only thing you wanted, just to get out…

Your ranting was interrupted by a familiar voice calling your name. At first, you thought it was just your mind playing tricks, but when big hands covered yours, gently prying them off your ears, you heard that concerned voice again.

You opened your eyes and as you stared into Kyungsoo’s worried ones, you couldn’t fight the tears anymore and you broke down, crying.

“Did they hurt you? Hey, ___, talk to me, please.” His hand cupped your chin, tilting you up to meet his gaze again, while his other one gently swiped at the swollen cheek and busted lip that the vampires rewarded you with. His eyes laced with fury, and a growl rumbled off his chest.

“They didn’t bite you, right?” he asked carefully and relief washed over him when you shook your head.

“Did they hurt you anywhere else?”

“You came.” You interrupted his interrogation by throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tight. You refused to let go of him, your grip around his neck was almost bordering with pain, but either way, one of arms wrapped around your back, bringing you impossibly close, while the other one cradled your head.

“I’m so sorry I came so late. I’m so sorry.” He whispered into your ear, while you proceeded to cry into his neck.

“I was so scared…” you were only able to hiccup through your sobs.

“I know, and I’m so sorry, but it’s all okay now, I’m here…” Kyungsoo started rocking you gently, trying to calm you down.

“But for how long? How long until you’ll leave again?” you’ve managed to form a longer sentence now, your grip automatically tightening when you spoke of him leaving.

“Forever. I’ll never leave you again.” His hand ran through your hair, and when he brought out bloody fingers because of your injury, he gently pushed you away so he could look into your eyes.

“I never wanted you to experience something like this. I thought that if I left you, they would lose interest in you, and yet the only thing I did was make you completely vulnerable.” As he spoke, your eyes cast downwards to look at his shirt. He brought your attention back to his face when he kissed your brow gently and you looked up in surprise.

“I promise to take care of you from now until you’ll want me. I’ll never let anything happen to you again. If someone as much as touches you, I’ll make sure they’ll regret it.” The determination in his eyes told you he was speaking the truth. A moment later, uncertainty crept through the irises.

“That is, if you still want me.” Normally, you would’ve scoffed, but now, you wound your arms around his neck again and nodded into his shoulder.

You could feel as Kyungsoo wrapped one arm under your knees and lifted you into his embrace, as if you weighed nothing.

“Never leave me again, please.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

[bladekindeyewear]

Boots Reads Homestuck Epilogue(s) Part 12 - Candy Page 18

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Time to see what all the fuss was about Page 18.  We’re with Jane... that might not be good.  Especially given Lollipop proximity.

Jane scoffing at troll genocide again.  :(

Gamzee seems more woke than Jane here.

GAMZEE: sO yOu SaYiN yOu NeEd DiFfErEnT sHoEs FoR yOuR hUmAn DiCkS aNd WhAt NoT?

Pfffff

Jane narrows her eyes at the disingenuous buffoon.

I dunno, he sounds like he’s being pretty goddamn ingenuous right now.

It’s not the first time they’ve had this conversation?  Are they black with each other or something??

What’s more likely is he’s attempting to get a rise from her. To get her a little hotter under the collar. To put her in a certain mood.

Oh my gosh she’s genuinely black for him, hahahahah

GAMZEE: AnD AlL I EvEr bEeN TrYiN To dO Is gEt yOu rIgHt tOo, WiTh mOrAlS AnD GoOdNeSs, AlL fIlLeD uP iNsIdE yOu As TiGhT aS yOuR tAsTy HoE bAlLoOnS aRe WiTh HuMaN mOo JuIcE.

Jesus christ that’s not the kind of metaphor i want to be hearing from canon

or anyone for that matter

JANE: No! I’d rather die than touch your disgusting clown baton ever again.

....yyyeah, context is showing she’s PROBABLY super Black into this.  Still, pretty jarring to see a clear consensual “NO” right in the middle of things.

Quit calling her a dairy queen!!! D: D: D:

Oh god they named the baby Tavros.

Alright, there’s some grade A discomfort in this scene, which I’m enjoying, really.  I can see why they singled out page 18.  I could traumatize some people with some of these paragraphs out of context.

HOO HOO HOO, THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO THE DARK CARNIVAL!!!

Eeeeuugh

JAKE: Anyway whats up with you? Hows life with davekat going? JADE: oh its great! im really glad i just went for it JADE: all of us together... it really is the best of every world

God damnit Jade why are you obliviously torturing them????????

You could’ve been REALLY GOOD for them both if you just FUCKING LISTENED TO THEM AND RESPECTED THEM INSTEAD OF SITTING ON THEM.

JADE: theres no way me and dave could have a regular baby together because im... JAKE: Whats wrong? JADE: well lets just say that after all the sburb stuff its done some things to my body JADE: like merging with bec mostly

Oh my FUCKING GOD please don’t canonize this.  This didn’t need to be spelled out so-- D:

jesus

D: D: D:

This... is actually making my stomach roil again????

like

not because id object to-- i mean, it’s one thing to deal with

FAN SCENARIOS

ISOLATED divergences from canon where she has to deal with that and its kind of hilarious, but can be safely ignored when it comes to her character arc as a whole

but once its CANON????????   D: D: D:

suddenly you can’t IGNORE the full import when you’re done with, like, an RP or something, of the psychological struggle she would be forced to deal with given an abnormal biological situation.  Instead of thinking “Oh, that could be pretty painful to deal with! Let’s explore it temporarily for fun” it becomes “Oh, that would be painful to deal with and you have to think about her having to deal with all the complications of that whenever you hear about her LITERALLY FOREVER.”  D:

andrew i know you couldnt resist because of how funny and practically-xenoprogressive it was but whyyyyyyyyy did you have to canonize that WHYYYY

Now instead of a fun joke thought it also has to be SAD FOREVER

AAAAAAAA  D’:

i dont know why this would be the line thats crossed to upset me

Rose surrogate?

JADE: no jake, dave wouldnt be the father in this scenario!

Pffffff.  Andrew’s just diving RIGHT into the, er, doggy fanfics here.  I should... TRY to lighten up about this.  Try.  D:

(...wait, shit.  Knowing my friend, THIS whole bit is why they alluded to this page.  God damnit.)

[[ EDIT:  askshenhibiki said:

Now that you read Candy 18, flash back to Meat when Roxy is talking about gender... and look at Jade's reaction looking at "where her hands rest on her lap". Yes, Meat hinted at that "mix" too.

Ah, let’s see...

ROXY: and so i got to thinking ROXY: what even is gender ROXY: amirite lol? JADE: oh yeah JADE: that makes sense i guess........

Jade looks at where her hands are folded in her lap. Bites her lip. She has her own concerns about this, her own thoughts. Reasonable thoughts, I’d say. But I’ll refrain from any further comment. I’m staying away from this subject, from now on.

...yeah, guess Dirk at least had the decency not to spring all that on us before Jade got the opportunity to do it honestly. ]]

Guh, back to Jake suffering in his sad, trapped scenario.  I hope THAT gets at least resolved by the end of this.  Someone save Jake from this, because it looks like he’s not really that capable of saving himself?

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Dammit, Jade, I’m cringing at these descriptions of your intrusion.

Oh wow, John went for the mustache.  Guess we knew that from, like, his stuffed statue oldself?

Jade doesn’t pick up on the obvious subtext in the conversation, however, because she’s been willfully undermining the subtext in her own personal life for nearly a year now.

D:  D:  D:

Seriously, Jade, how is what YOU’RE doing any better than what you were frustrated at seeing THEM doing, avoiding the real feelings and truth of anything even if it was conspicuously on body-language display?

KARKAT: THE NEW ADMINISTRATION IS CRACKING DOWN ON CERTAIN KINDS OF INTERSPECIES ADOPTION LAWS.

It’s like Andrew wants us deprived of even a happy imagined future for Earth C on top of everything else!!!  What the hell! >:(

Is this about politics?  Is Andrew just venting his anger that the Orange Guy is going to get away with ruining everything forever??  Because as understandable as that is, he could at least give us some imaginary happyfutures to look forward to.

Reading on... Hm, yet another intentionally-misused fridging reference.

KARKAT: HIS RELATIONSHIP IS A FLAMING WRECK OF AN INTERSTELLAR WARSHIP HURTLING TOWARDS THE PLANET AT TERMINAL VELOCITY WITH THE ENTIRE CREW BRUTALLY SLAUGHTERED UPON REENTRY, SHOVED STRAIGHT DOWN THE CHAGRIN TUNNEL AND THEN IMMEDIATELY SHAT OUT THE OTHER SIDE, THUS FLOODING THE ENTIRE FUCKING NEIGHBORHOOD WHEN IT CLOGS UP THE LOAD GAPER.

Yep, that triangle’s fucked.  Wonder if the conversation’s going to transition to the CURRENT triangle’s problems...

...yeah, John using the R word there isn’t far from the fucking truth from the looks of things.

JADE: maybe that would work for a few days, but one thing i learned from dating around a lot in my youth is that no ones going to leave a bad relationship until its THEIR idea to leave

She takes in a shaky breath and shuts her eyes. Her hair spills around her face when she leans forward to put her chin on her knees. Dave and Karkat exchange a look that is equal parts confused, miserable, and desperate.

Oh SHIT.  Is JADE going to be the one to finally vocalize about the problems here???

Something else comes hurtling out of the hole in the sky, too fast for Jade to catch. It hits the ground with a clap of green lightning. The collision sends a geyser of dirt, rock, and vapor into the air. Dave flash-steps to shield Karkat. Jade doesn’t move, taking the brunt of the explosion face on, using her abilities to warp the energy around her so that she’s a mote at the center of the storm. When the dust clears, she’s the first to jump in the crater, trailing smoke behind her.

There’s a body at the center of it. The torso is bloody, tangled, and curled into a fetal position. Its shoes are missing, but otherwise the outfit is quite familiar to her: it’s a dead ringer for her old Witch of Space uniform. Jade touches the body with the toe of her shoe, and then gasps when it rolls over to reveal its face.

JADE: its... JADE: ME???

Okay what the FUCK.  It sounds like there’s going to be some context for that postscript after all.  Something to bridge the gap between when that 16-yo Jade falls into the singularity and when Aradia goes off with her through a wormhole

I’m going to guess up front that this happens BEFORE the postscript... this younger version of Jade fell into the black hole and came out in THIS alternate timeline, possibly rather changed by the experience.  But then again, the way the sky opened up... actually, couldn’t that be just a “natural” manifestation of the black hole abilities encouraged by Calliope or done by the singularity alone, followed by later in the Postscript this Jade actually getting control of it??

And... reading on, from the sound of it, her eyes aren’t black yet, either.  Sounds like that’s to come, before the postscript.  Question being, is it alt!Callie black eyes, or some black-hole-powers visual manifestation?  Wait, never mind, I misread; this teenage Jade-corpse has NOT opened their eyes yet, so they couldn’t possibly tell, and the stuff about them “shaking” was about the adult Jade standing over her.  Never mind.  Let’s see which timeframe this Jade came from.

Also STOP TRAUMATIZING ADULT JADE ON SCREEN ITS NOT OKAY IM SICK OF IT ANDREW

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Page 20...

Stop letting babby not!Vriska bully babby not!Tavros.

Hm... same stupid tooth poison?  No, Jade didn’t get hit with a tooth... so it’s more getting hit with shards of spacetime and spiraling down a black hole.  Also whatever alt!Callie did to just barely keep her alive.

Hm, so the Heart stuff falls apart if you’re too separated from the mass-whole at Light’s center?  That’s certainly a hypothesis at least.

ROXY: sounds like its time for another funeral lmao

ROXY WAKE THE FUCK UP AND STOP BEING A VAGUELY ROXY-LOOKING LMAO-ZOMBIE.  WHERE THE FUCK DID REAL ROXY GO.

And where the fuck is Calliope anyway, she’s just being left in the dust and nobody’s even talked to her from the looks of it.

Hm, cut apart by political differences, this group...?

ROXY: woah ok karkat i get ur all fired up about politics and stuff but lay off gamz ok

ROXY WHO REPLACED YOUR FUCKING BRAIN WITH A BLOCK OF CHEESE

ROXY YOU’RE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER PLEASE GIVE US AN EXPLANATION FOR WHY YOU’RE ACTING NOTHING LIKE THE COOL SMART PERSON WE READ ABOUT.

JADE: dave what the FUCK did you say to him downstairs?

Oh my god you asshole don’t blame DAVE for this >:(

ROXY: this time next week well corpse party like its the end of the world!

I don’t want to think this has anything to do with Aradia, but we DID see her in that postscript bit...  And, I mean, what the hell could she even do??  It’s not like this Roxy is just Aradia in really convincing cosplay or something.

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She leads John and Jake into the building and down the center of the nave, humming happily to herself the entire time. An equally effusive Calliope trails behind her, carrying a bouquet of purple flowers.

Well there’s Callie. What is WITH these hypnotized motherfuckers.  I need a revelation on these shenanigans STAT.

What is with people being bathed in light here?

each time we witness death, we fall in love in with the important people in oUr lives all over again.

Calliope is gazing at Roxy with glassy eyes. She sniffs as she plucks the last petal from her rose. A breeze washes through the cathedral from the crack in the door at the end of the room, brushing the petal off-course and causing it to get stuck in Roxy’s over-sprayed hair. Calliope reaches out with a visibly shaking hand to remove the plant offal, but she does not draw back. Instead, she lets her hand graze down the side of Roxy’s face and cup her cheek. Roxy puts her own hand over Callie’s and holds it.

Uhhh.... huh.

So.

If Roxy was just lying to herself, then............ WHY??????

John tilts his head and squints at the image in front of him. Hmm.

Is John realizing he’s in some sort of fanfic drawn by another character, hence all the people in serene lightbeams at tender but unjustified moments?

Everyone whips their heads around to see, of all people, Aradia hovering in the foyer

Pff

(...I hope Aradia didn’t come here, like, from the postscript.  Where the “action” she talked about might have just been this corpse party.  Because that would be pretty fucking lame.)

KARKAT: MAYBE FUCKING NEPETA IS ABOUT TO POUNCE FROM BEHIND THAT GROTESQUE STATUE OF THE HUMAN SUFFERER T-POSING OVER THERE.

Pfffffffffff

The description of Human Jesus we all had in our hearts, but were too afraid to voice.

Alright, now we see the body we took our eyes off of.  Is it going to get back up, or did it escape earlier?

since nobody was willing to dislodge the huge, otherworldly shard from her chest

My damn god, people.

...alright finally, everyone’s talking.

JANE: Agreed. I’ve always felt that Kanaya has done an exemplary job of providing a model for compassionate, empathetic behavior, which others of her kind would do well to follow.

JANE STOP BEING A XENOPHOBIC BASTARD

CALLIOPE: please. roxy gathered yoU all here for a reason. CALLIOPE: at least listen Until the end. CALLIOPE: after that yoU can argUe all you want.

...Huh.  Huuuuhh.  What the fuck is all this for.  Are you saying ROXY caused this? Or...?

Okay I like this reinforcement she’s making in her speech about how different changes can influence how all of this unfolds, gives me hope that maybe these two cliffhangers aren’t all we’re going to be left with and we’ll be able to at least think of an IMPLIED future different from them if we wanted to like we thought about the seemingly-infinite-possibility original ending of Homestuck that I’d rather have been stuck with than this oh god breathe boots

okay there’s the labor going into good distraction

alright corpse get back up

JADE: i am not jade.

Right, so like the black eyes in the postscript suggested this is more just a... vessel for alt!Calliope now?  To give HER a future beyond the one she sacrificed for that black hole business?  And between alt!Callie’s became-the-black-hole nature and Jade’s Spacey Green Sun connection that’s been singularified, she has access to cool Black Hole powers?  And is gonna do cool shit with them in implied future adventures we won’t see while Aradia gleefully watches the carnage?  Huh.

The congregation watches her go, but no one moves to help her, or even looks in her direction. In her wake, she leaves a primal, echoing wail.

Oh my god why wouldn’t they have just a brief discussion or something IT’S NOT THAT BAD  D:

JADE: and while i cannot say the same thing for the rest of you, JADE: i, at least, am exactly where i am meant to be.

Well fuck.  So she just disconfirmed this timeline as... something.  Relevant, possible, I dunno.

JADE: and i have entered this body to protect your world.

Okay that’s good.  So thanks to alt!Calliope these side timelines where things unfolded differently MAY be preserved.  Pretty fitting given alt!Callie’s origins.

.......unless there’s some other stupid interspecies civil war threat that she’s going to be fighting too, here, when the political situation falls apart.  Dammit.

==>

Terezi talk Terezi talk

-- JOHN EGBERT sent TEREZI PYROPE the photo “ghostrain.jpg” --

TEREZI: WH4T TH3 4CTU4L FUCK JOHN: it started a few days ago. the sky above the capital of the troll kingdom just cracked open and ghosts began raining down everywhere.

Oh my GOD.  So alt!Callie kind of “saved” all the doomed ghosts that got swallowed up in the black hole by redirecting them all to THIS UNIVERSE and timeline???????

That’s pretty interesting!  Heck my stomach’s even calming down!

they can’t even be judges! TEREZI: G4SP

Yeah that’s pretty terrible!

...yep, the resistance WOULD put him in charge.  I had a feeling it may have ended up in that direction in Candy since it wasn’t in Meat.

--oh FUCK YOU Jade for splitting up what he had with Karkat before they could sort it out!!! You did the OPPOSITE OF HELP and neither of them are going to end up happy thanks to you! D:<

PFFF wow, John’s so concerned about babby not!Tavros’s living situation that he’s considering legit kidnapping.  That means things must be pretty fucking bad.

--okay Calliope’s still out and about with Roxy instead of being cooped up in her room like in the other timeline, that’s good.

Pff, trying to redeem Ghost Eridan in front of Ghost Feferi.  Yep, that’s Gamzee.

GAMZEE: fIrSt, A LiTtLe RiGhTeOuS sPlAsH oF tHe NaNnA nEcTaR tO cLeAnSe ThAt DaNkNeSs FrOm YoUr SoUlS...

Gamzee takes out a baby bottle and flicks it, covering them both with little drops of milk, as clergy does with holy water. He then takes a swig from the bottle himself before returning it to his codpiece.

Jesus.  Fucking.  Christ.

I don’t want to believe that what’s in that bottle is what he’s making it sound like it is, but OF COURSE it is.  Why would it be anything else.  I bet there’s not even any Lifey hypnosis going on, it’s just the literal stuff.

The crowd falls silent as they raise their heads to watch a drone ship pass by overhead.

Jegus fuck stop going whole hog condesce janey

ROXY: lmao you worry too much ROXY: janeys got her head on straight shell show you yet

ROXY.  WHERE DID YOUR BRAIN GO.  I MISS IT.  YOUR BRAIN WAS THE BEST FUCKING PART OF YOU.

Touching photo.

Alright lemme post split.  I haven’t gotten as far as the last post plowed through since I’ve been typing so much... ah well.

[prideunbi]

what takes too much of your time?

school work oof 

what’s makes your day better?

music! talking to my sara and kit! and uh, history (lets pretend im not a nerd pls)

what is the best thing that happened to you today?

i’m stuck betwen loonas cover of fire by bts or twices comeback...both probs

what fictional place would you like to go to?

hmmm i’m not sure! 

are you good at giving advice?

i hope so..i try my best! i have such random knowledge and ideas, etc. so it can come off as unnerving.

do you have any mental illness?

i mean? if i were to self-diagnose, probably. but if not, then idk..probably.

have you ever experienced sleep paralysis?

nope! luckily.

what musician inspired you the most?

Camila Cabello..like wow. i’m in awe of her abilities and power.

have you fallen in love?

uh (:

what’s your dream date?

oh! either a picnic in a park where we just talk nd listen to music! probably going to a pretty coffeeshop before hand and getting iced coffee or something! (i’m in a summer mood. ask again in the cold months and it’ll be different..). ITS COLD WHEN IM DOING THIS NOW YEET! so definitely going to a coffee shop still and having hot chocolate, then going for a walk hand in hand (maybe going ice-skating uwu)

what do others notice about you?

My idiocy lol

what is an annoying habit that you have?

i bite the skin around my nails all the time its so bad lmao and I bite my lips

do you still talk to your first love?

everyday! (its myself)

how many ex’s do you have?

uh..four..i think. uh no comment lol

how many songs are in your playlist?

my massive gg playlist is getting more songs everyday...

what instruments do you play?

guitar (i alos run my mouth constantly does that count?)

who do you have the most pictures of?

uhmmmm i mean. my loona album is, perhaps, in the 700s.

where would you like to go before you die?

so many places oof. new hampshire, mainly..and back to Verona!

what’s your zodiac?

scorpio

do you relate to it?

mostly, yes. 

what is happiness to you?

sports! going on a run and beating my record! scoring a goal...winning a match! talking to the ppl i care about...feeling loved and knowing my friends know i adore them...listening to music and reading! A good cup of coffee!

are you going through anything right now?

my metaphorical man, yes, always.

what’s the worst decision you’ve ever made?

oh oof...giving up a sport that i loved...

what’s your favorite store?

H&M, bershka and stradavarius. 

what’s your opinion on abortion?

very very pro-choice. It’s the person who wants to have an abortions Choice!

do you keep a bucket list?

in my head yeet.

do you have a favorite album?

hmmm..love yourself: answer, probably..i adore every song on that album. and CAMILA

what do you want for your birthday?

a will to live

what are most people’s first impression of you?

“Intimidating as fuck” according to @roseblue-doodles

what age to you seem according to most people?

in appearance it ranges from college student to primary school student depending on what im wearing lol. mentally? like, 19+

where do you keep your phone while sleeping?

the kitchen downstairs

what word do you say the most?

shit, fuck 

what’s the oldest age would you date?

i like older guys...maybe 5? (namjoon is 24 so maybe 7 years ig...but like Irene is 28 so 11 years)

what’s the youngest age would you date?

Uhm...like a year?

what job/career do most people say would suit you?

Kit says genealogist/historian or journalist which is accurate yup. Anything involving some sort of research yeet  

what’s your favorite music genre?

uhhhh. rock and pop! (country as well shhh)

if you would live in any country in the world, where would it be?

verona- or close to verona as i can get, in italy...or spain. 

what’s your current favorite song?

currently uhhh KILL THIS LOVE, Boy with luv, and fancy!

how long have you have this blog for?

going on 4 years or so...i set it up cos of lauren jauregui and camila cabello for the a e s t h e t i c 

what are you excited for?

!!! avengers end game!!! and also school to finish

are you a better talker or a listener?

im good at both! depends on the circumstances tho

what is the last productive thing you did?

during my big exams i binge watched the flash and the 100 instead of studying two years ago.

what do you want for Christmas?

uhhhhhhhhh its too far away for me to think about. A ticket to fly to New Hampshire? (:

what classes do you get the best grades in?

history english and classical studies!

on a scale of 1-10 how are you feeling right now?

like a 7 or 8 

what can you see yourself doing in 10 years?

(hopefully rich i mean). living in italy or spain, working a job i’m happy with and with my pets...aka 25523625 cats and a turtle (...and probably a snake oof)

when did you first get your heartbreak?

oof. uhhhhh idk

at what age do you want to get married?

yikes idk if i’d be able to get married for a long ass time. 

what career did you want to have as a child?

singer/actor

what do you crave right now?

coffee.  thanks @jisungshotfirst for tagging Brb I’ve hit my max length lol