#it's such a damn shame because I was so excited when I heard that not only is the new doctor ICON NCUTI GATWA but that RTD is also back

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Tbh saying that people hate the 13th doctor 'just because she's a woman' is a really bad-faith stupid take. You can enjoy 13. But if you make a point like that it's actually you who's dismissive and making it about gender.

[defnotsoju]

HER FIRST TIME

ILLIT'S MINJU × Y/N ( M READER )

Minju was one of those girls who always made you have mixed emotions about them. She was innocent, beautiful and very kind. Something that sometimes annoyed you about her, but at the same time sometimes made you happy.

In this situation, specifically, it annoyed you more. She was so sexy, lately her company had been making her wear too short skirts, which was pleasing to your eyes. You always had wet dreams with her for as long as you could remember, at least it happened to you often, even if not every time. You both went to the same high school, but after graduation you lost contact for a while. She began to pursue her dream of becoming an idol and now barely even communicates with her own parents, who by the way have always liked and shipped you both. A thought you actually liked.

Every night you went to bed thinking about her and even though you fucked other whores, you never stopped throbbing your cock while watching her first fancams of her debut song 'Magnetic' by ILLIT, which only fed your arouse and your desire to fulfill your dream of fucking her tight pussy. Oh yeah! You were sure she was tight just by the way the stripe on her pussy were clearly defined while wearing white safety shorts.

You heard from a mutual friend of both of you that she will be staying in Busan this week. This thought had excited you so much that you had spent the whole day trying to look good for your upcoming meeting, for which she doesn't even know about.

When you met, the situation didn't seem awkward. You talked about a lot of different things from the kind of school memories you two had. You talked about her idol career and that's actually how happy she is that her dream came true. Overall, hanging out with friends was nice because the old company was back together. Only now they had left you two alone outside, and you were thinking about so many things.

"I missed hanging out with you like this." She said causing you to raise your eyebrows and look at her in surprise. Did she miss you? Time with you? You looked at her confused. You wasn't actually confused, but you pretended not to understand. This made her pout.

"Say it again because I didn't hear you."

Minju folded her arms in front of her body as we walked towards her empty apartment in an affluent district of Busan.

"I told you I miss spending time with you. Are you happy now? Ya! Y/N! Why are you like that?"

You started laughing and she slapped you on the shoulder. You looked at her and instead of getting mad at her you slapped her as well, but on her butt, which made her put her hand on it and jump in surprise.

"I missed you too, Minju."

"Don't do it again! What if someone sees us and I'm in trouble? You'll live your life, but I'll have angry fans after me!"

When did this happen? Both of you were walking, and now you were in her bedroom home. The room was dark red in color, it had a very beautiful interior, and on both sides of the bedroom there were lamps whose light was warm.

You can't figure out when you sent her home and how it all happened, but you're so pleased you can't even complain. Her body lay under yours while you were on top of her. You looked with a confused look at her semi-naked body, whose curves were clearly defined. Minju had a really sexy body that you craved to fuck already. Her soft breasts bounced slightly when you entered her pussy with your erection. You watched her beautiful moaning face howling in pain but also pleasure for the reason that you had just taken her virginity. Damn it! Why was she so beautiful?

At one point she had quite started moaning loudly but also pushing you lightly with her hand which seemed to automatically make you press your pelvis against hers. This made her moan loudly and you covered her mouth with your hand.

"And you mean to tell me you haven't been fucked before? You're too hot Minju.. it's a shame your CEO hasn't fucked you or the guys in the company. Better that way. You're mine now."

Your movements were difficult because of how tight she was down there. This narrowness made you curse but in a raspy voice, and finally you leaned over her and kissed her soft lips. Her lips were so juicy and she was gagging herself in her own saliva because of the way she was constantly moaning and shaking under your body. She was so tiny. Her body was petite and when she is by your side she always boosts your man ego. Over time you roughed up your movements inside her, her warm walls hugs your cock that was throbbing inside her desperate to cum.

"Y..Y..Y/N..!! Don't stop fucking me. Damn it! I'll cum!"

"What if I don't let you?" You asked with a sly smile, stopping your movements for a moment. This startled her and she started moving her pelvis up and down on her own. She was exactly the needy slut you wanted to see. This was the light in which YOU wanted to see Minju. How she desperately rubs into you to cum and begs you, followed by a whimpering.

"Then stop moaning so loudly and be a good girl to me. Open your mouth" You ordered her, and she obeyed you. You spat in her mouth and slapped one of her medium sized tits which made her purse her lips. You didn't like this action of hers, so you allowed yourself to slap her again, but this time on her pussy. This caused Minju to arch her neck back and begin writhing her body on the soft thousand dollar mattress. You noticed that there was blood on your hand. It was her virgin blood. The sheets were in blood, her thighs, you were in her blood yourself, but that motivated you enough to keep going until you felt yourself starting to cum inside her. You filled her tight hole with your cum, but that orgasm didn't even stop you because your goal was for her to cum too.

You gripped one of her legs below the knee and spread the other wide, using your fingers on her clit, which you rubbed hard and fast as your pelvis crashed against hers. Your balls started hitting her small but shapely ass as you watched her boobs bounce with your predatory eyes.

The moment she came you stayed deep inside her, causing her to shake her body intensely, especially her legs and moan even louder, finally pulling away from her. You began slapping your cock against her reddened pussy, finally beginning to rub it between her pussy lips.

You watched with interest as your white liquid flowed from her hole, unable to hold back and lick her pussy. This made her cover her lips with her hand, but you pushed her hand away and continued to lick her greedily.

"Did you think that was the end?"

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[princessmaybank]

Want Some Help?

Pairings: JJ x Best Friend!reader

Warnings: 18+, Cussing, Almost Exposed..?, Handjob (for literally a sec), Oral, Swallowing.

Summary: JJ can't get off and doesn't realize his bestie is at the chateau.

Authors Note: This was sitting in my drafts for a while and I have finally finished it! Hope you like it!

"Fuck!" JJ yelled annoyed from his room in the chateau. He wrapped his hand around his throbbing erection and started pumping himself again. He tried so hard to reach his climax but nothing was happening. He couldn't relax himself.

"DAMN IT!!!!" He yelled again, this time causing you to get up from the couch and knock on his door. "JJ? Are you okay?" Your voice soothed through the door. JJ jumped when he heard you. He didn't think anyone was home. "Uh uhm yeah." He responded nervously and embarrassed. "Are you sure? Can I come in?" You asked, obviously caring about him. "S-sure." He said forgetting that his dick was out. When you started to walk in he realized and threw a blanket over himself. You gave him a confused look, wondering why he was being weird. "What's going on Jayj?" You asked sitting next to him on the bed. "N-Nothing just try-trying to take a nap and I can't." He lied. You gave him a knowing look in response. You put your hand on his thigh which made him a little uneasy because his dick was out and you were a little close.

"JJ I'm your best friend you can tell me anything." You gave him a gentle look which made him feel better. "Who else is here?" He asked. "Just you and me Jayj." He sighed with relief then asked if you could shut the door. Once you sat back down on the bed he sat up trying not to make it obvious. "Okay, but if I tell you this you can't say anything to anyone." JJ pushed. You nodded and pretended to zip up your lips. "I-I can't get off." He said and looked down. "L-like c-climax?" You asked sheepishly. "Yeah..but hey you asked." He covered his face in shame.

"Do you want some help?" You asked before you had even thought about what this could mean. He looked back at you shocked. "Re-really?" JJ was very excited inside but also worried that it was a joke. You nodded very slowly. "O-okay." He pulled his blanket off, revealing his manhood to you. He was soft but since you said you would help he was growing. Your eyes widened when you saw his length.

"D-do you need some guidance?" He asked. You shook your head no. You had him turn his body so he was sitting on the edge of the bed and you got on your knees in front of him. You grabbed his throbbing cock and pumped him very slowly. He leaned back on his hands and tilted his head back. When he wasn't looking, you decided to surprise him and make him feel even better. You moved your hand down as you slipped your mouth around him. JJ's eyes widened and looked down at you. A gasp left his lips and he felt your tongue circling his tip. Your eyes met his and he swore he could have ended it right then and there. His hand met the back of your head and gently pushed you down his cock causing him to release some beautiful sounds. Honestly you'd be lying if you said this didn't turn you on.

JJ started to get more comfortable with you and started bobbing your head faster. "Oh fuck baby, just like that." His head tilted back again as you bounced your head up and down. You were shocked by the nickname and you started to realize just exactly what you two were doing. You couldn't stop now but you would definitely have to talk later.

You knew he was close to cumming because his moans got louder and he was pushing your head as far as you'd let him go. "Mmm fuck." He groaned. "I'm gonna cum, don't stop baby." His head went back and he pinched his eyes shut. Soon enough he exploded in your mouth. He watched in awe as you swallowed every last drop of his salty liquid.

"You are so perfect." Before you could respond he bent down to you and kissed you. You blushed but kissed him back. Yeah you'll definitely have to talk later.

[imfinereallyy]

Tattooed Steve

now with a part 2 :)

I need tattooed Steve. Like Steve starts to get tattoos after Vecna. Maybe it’s because his body is covered in scars now, and he no longer has to hold on to the idea of permanently damaging his skin, cause like it already is. Or maybe it’s cause he’s trying to love his body again, and he sees how excited Eddie gets each time he gets to show off his tattoos. And Steve, Steve wants to feel that way too. Or maybe he likes the pain. Maybe it’s all three.

But Steve Harrington, wouldn’t be Steve Harrington if he wasn’t like massively insecure about his interests and his looks. So he keeps it a secret, for months (maybe even years depending on your tastes for slow burns). And it starts to get harder and harder because he can’t avoid tatting his arms (it’s prime real estate as Eddie put it once), and wearing long sleeves all the time isn’t ideal. But he continues the charade because let’s be real, most people in his life make him feel inadequate (big word, Robin would say) about almost everything. Especially the people he cares about.

The only one who never really makes him feel that way is Eddie. Sure he teases him to high heavens, and is absolutely disgusted by his music taste but Eddie never makes him feel stupid about it or make it seem like he doesn’t get an opinion. Which is actually kinda driving Steve nuts because it’s making it harder and harder to not to fall in love with him.

So it shouldn’t be a surprise at all that Eddie is the first to see them, he made Steve comfortable and that was dangerous. But it was hot in Eddie’s apartment (the a/c busted again), and Steve chose to wear a sweatshirt during mid-July with nothing underneath. So when Steve is sweating bullets, and Eddie just lets out an amused snort to just “take the damn thing off already”. Steve doesn’t really think. He just whips it off and leans back on the couch. It’s only after ten seconds of silence, and no eddie rambling that he realizes his mistake, and oh.

He doesn’t think he’s every seen Eddie Munson speechless.

Eddie reaches out to touch Steve without thinking (they had broken touch boundaries a long time ago, and damn it makes Steve want to kiss him so bad) and starts tracing his tattoos.

There is a bewildered look on Eddie’s face mixed with something heated. “When did you start getting these?” And oh, Steve doesn’t think he’s ever heard Eddie’s voice purr like that before. It makes Steve’s insides stir, and he’s pretty sure he would tell Eddie anything right now, do anything Eddie wanted.

“Last year, right after Vecna.” Steve’s breath hitches as Eddie slides his hands down his chest.

“Didn’t know you had it in ya big boy. Which was your first?” His eyes darken with even more heat.

Steve’s at a loss for words he can’t speak. Eddie needs to get his hands off of him if he wants him to actually respond. Instead Steve’s eyes wonder down his body where Eddie is starting to peak at the ones near his hips, and oh no…anyone but that one.

When Eddie hooks his fingers in his jeans and pulls down the right side, he freezes. Because there, right below the bat bite he and Eddie share, is a tattoo of a red guitar pick with a black and gold cursive E in the center (it’s also Steve’s only colored tattoo, despite his love of color he worries that colored ink will clash with his wardrobe).

“That’s not my first.” Steve rushes out when Eddie hasn’t said anything. “I uh, got it a couple of months ago on the anniversary of spring break. Sorry if it’s weird.”

Eddie’s eyes pop up to Steve’s, and gone is the heat. Instead there is something deeper, and much softer. “You’re an idiot.”

Steve freezes, because Eddie of all people, is now telling him something he likes is stupid. But before Steve can pull away in shame, Eddie holds his hips down and puts his face close to Steve’s. “You’re an idiot. Because of course it’s weird. And of course that’s why I absolutely love it. And it’s why I absolutely love you.”

Steve doesn’t think he’s every rushed so quickly so kiss somebody so hard before. And even when they fall off the couch, and he gets his sweat all over eddie, he can’t find it in himself to regret it one bit.

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this completely got away from me, and I still need someone to write a fic like this asap, or like anything involving tattooed Steve. I also will jump for joy if someone draws something like this. Part two linked here

[ckret2]

Ages ago I made a post about what Ford thinks about Bill (in a billford context), and I've had an infodump on what Bill thinks about Ford floating on discord for months, and an ask finally prompted me to post it, so here ya go:

If asked why he likes Ford, Bill himself claims that Ford overthinks everything, but in such fun, interesting ways, and Bill likes the way Ford thinks about things.

But really, Bill overthinks everything too; it's just he overthinks social things. He's always calculating how to persuade, control, manipulate people. He never has a conversation that isn't a chess game, it's exhausting and he won't even admit it's exhausting. When's the last time his top priorities weren't either "how do I convince some sucker to make a portal" or "ugggh I'm so SICK of the PORTAL I'm gonna THROW A PARTY and NOT THINK AT ALL"

Whereas Ford is guy who'd hear someone say something incorrect and bluntly go "no you're wrong" and accidentally offend the hell out of them because he's SO excited to share this fantastic information they don't know. The social world DOES NOT EXIST for him until he's reminded of it.

And so he's free to turn all his brainpower instead to. Like. The environmental impact of barf fairies on fern fertilizer or whatever.

Bill knows Everything™ but he's gotten tired of doing anything with that knowledge. They're all discrete points of information to him. He doesn't have time to muse over things, he's got an inventor to manipulate at 11pm and then a party to get to at midnight. He's never once in his life thought about the impact of barf fairies on the local flora. But he does happen to know the plants in that part of the woods are more acid-resistant and wow is that why???? He's never even thought to think about that before. Thousand year mystery that Bill didn't even notice has been solved.

(On the other hand "Ford doesn't think to think about the intricacies of social interaction" is also part of what makes him so easy to manipulate, he's so much more inclined to just accept at face value a friendly offer of assistance on a big academic project. Sure Bill's helping for the sake of scientific advancement in and of itself, why wouldn't he?)

Bill wants to just, fling random facts at Ford and see if he can think up connections between them. Go nerd boy go nerd boy go

"... So there you have it Ford, that's the problem you'll have to overcome with adapting alien machinery to human fuel sources, now I wanna hear YOUR thoughts on how to overcome that problem." "Well—" talks in an uninterrupted stream that by thirty minutes in has drifted over to the history of kerosene production, which he read an interesting book about between semesters in college— "... I've gotten off topic, haven't I?" "No no, I think you're on to something. This is how brainstorming works, free association of concepts. Keep going."

Ford in the morning: "... oh no I didn't let my muse get a word in edgewise for the rest of the dream, i didn't bore him did I?" Bill: "damn, I never noticed the patent process for hurricane lamps was so contentious. There's little dramas everywhere"

When things are going well, their relationship is,

Ford: "I just wanna hear Bill teach me things about the multiverse forever."

Bill: "I just wanna hear Ford think deeply on any topic that crosses his mind forever."

Both of them when they're in peak harmony: excitedly jabbering at each other at 200 words per minute about the stupidest topic you've ever heard, but you'd need a phd in at least two fields to comprehend it

That's love!!!

Ford, having historically been socially shamed: "... am I being weird?"

Bill: "💕❤️💓yeah❣️💖❤️‍🔥"

Sometimes I think about Bill watching Ford in his sleep and being in awe at this human-shaped genius: you with your beautiful electric mind, packed into this soft flawed uneven body. one would never know it from the outside—but you're in there. This genius with a mind like a galaxy. ... and he's like, growing hair and stuff. wild.

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Can you do rivals to lovers. Idol!wonwoo x idol!y/n (she's a leader) both are dom and rivals from trainee period in same company... Sounds so kinky amd steamy to me👀btw love your blog ❤️ - xoxo

tw: idol!wonwoo, idol!reader (fem), rivals to lovers!au, sexual tension, implied kissing, reader is implied to be shorter than wonwoo, cursing, wonwoo is being a little shit tbh - minors dni.

"Good work today, everyone! Let's rest well for the next performance, okay?"

"Okay!" You hear an enthusiastic reply from your fellow members, beaming with excitement for the upcoming group activities.

You're still buzzing with adrenaline from the comeback stage, a bit worried about whether you'll be able to sleep properly, but it's not enough to stop you from smiling.

You walk in the corridors of the building, gently greeting any passerby staff or idol, be it senior or junior to you. As soon as you turn around the corner to search for the restrooms, you bump into a taller and quite muscular figure.

"O-Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" You bow profusely, feeling embarrased for not looking.

"Aw, what a great junior, aren't you? Behaving so well towards your senior."

The familiar deep timbre has you on high alert and you instantly straighten your back, your earlier smile completely wiped off your face.

"You."

"Yeah, it's me. Long time no see, huh, Y/N?"

"Why are you here?" You cross your arms defensively.

"Haven't you heard? We just had a comeback and it's already a hit." The man boasts with a smug smirk.

"Sorry, I was busy preparing for my group's comeback. I don't exactly have time to pay attention to other groups."

"That's a shame. You'd love Maestro - I dare say my MV shots would be to your liking."

"What do you want, Wonwoo?" You sigh.

"Hmm, I think that's not how you should address me." Wonwoo places his hand under his chin, pretending to be thinking.

"Cut the crap, we're the same age."

"Ever the clawy one. But it was always part of your charm." He leans closer to you, but you don't waver.

"Nice, you actually have a good memory. Now step aside, I wanna go to the restrooms." You try to push him aside, but he catches you by your wrist.

"But we're having such a nice conversation, don't you think?" He grins.

"No, I actually don't." You spit back.

"Oh, but what have I ever done to you, Y/N? Is it because I got to debut before you?"

"Just because I appreciate your group for the standards you've created doesn't mean I have to appreciate you specifically." You pull your hand back.

"Maybe if you let me kiss you, you'd appreciate me a bit more." Wonwoo chuckles, "Because I'd love to kiss your pretty damn face right now - just to shut you up, though."

"In your goddamn dreams, Jeon."

He leans closer and gently cages you between the wall and his body.

"What a great dream would that be, right?"

"Back off, someone will see us any moment now!" You plant your palms on his chest, using your full strength to push him away. But he doesn't budge an inch.

"No need to be so damn scared, Y/N." He pulls away immediately, "Besides, I'd never want to get caught up in dating rumors with you."

"So much for wanting to kiss me, I guess." You scoff, "Still the same loser when you were a kid."

You walk away from Wonwoo with quick steps, trying your best to calm yourself down.

You can't help but think how infuriatingly handsome and talented he has grown over the years - but also annoying as fuck. Towards you, at least.

Little did you know, the exact same thoughts run laps inside Wonwoo's head as he watches you walk down the corridor.

Kissing you won't be the only thing he'll dream of tonight.

[zoeslut]

(warnings): piss kink (do not kink shame!) softdom!hange, belly pressing, dubcon(?), alternate universe, hange may have a bit of a humiliation kink too- really hot rlly spicy

i definitely headcanon hange to have a piss kink. while this is not the only crazy kink they have, this is one that would definitely get them going. they would be so into it too, watching as you struggle to hold your pee in, squeezing your thighs together, fidgeting in your seat- god, hange loves it.

being together for so long, they had never even bothered to bring this up to you. this was slightly out of character for hange, as they told you everything, even letting you know when they wanted to try something new in the bedroom. hange just wanted to tell you when the time was right.

and tonight couldn't have been more convenient.

you decided that it would be the perfect night to have a movie date in the comfort of your own home. it was the first time in weeks that you two could actually be with each other without being so busy, and you wanted to spend as much time with your lover as possible.

while you were watching the movie, cuddled against your tall and warm partner, you had suddenly felt the familiar urge in your bladder to go and use the bathroom. you tried brushing it off because you didn't want to get up, being too comfortable and warm, all snuggled up to hange. it was just too perfect. so you opted to ignoring the feeling.

but as time went on, and the movie was starting to come to its conclusion, hange had noticed your slight fidgeting and the shaking of your body that sat in between their legs. they knew exactly what that meant. with a raised eyebrow they watched in amusement for a while, your fidgeting getting more and more obvious and they just couldn't take it anymore. you looked so vulnerable in that moment, they needed you.

hange moved their arm from resting on top of the couch to snake around your waist, nudging their nose against your cheek affectionately. "what's wrong with you, baby?" they questioned, knowing damn well what was up, but they just wanted to hear your cute shaky voice.

"need to go to the bathroom," you truthfully say, looking up at your partner who's already staring down at you with those dark brown eyes that are full of concern. "but i'm just so comfortable, i don't feel like getting up."

this was hange's moment. they knew exactly what they were gonna do. excitement bubbles up in their chest as they began to speak again.

"well since you don't feel like getting up," hange starts, wrapping their arm tightly around your tummy as they hear your soft gasp, "you won’t mind going right here, would you?”

hange said those last words as low as a whisper, nipping softly at your neck. chills went down your spine, and you felt your face growing hot... were you dreaming? you questioned your partner to make sure you had heard them correctly.

"hange... what..?" you asked breathily in confusion, but you're cut off by another squeeze of their muscular arm pressing down right on your bladder.

"fuck," you whimper softly, legs shutting tightly as you try with all your might to hold back the urge to relieve yourself on the couch at that moment, to not make a mess on yourself, on hange.

"cmon, darling," hange smiles to themself, their other hand ripping your legs open and snaking down into the band of your pajama pants. "don't hold back on me."

you couldn't believe the predicament that you were in. a part of you wanted to stop it all, to push hange away and spare the embarrassment... but another part of you was enjoying it, loving the way hange's arm wrapped around you, and the way they were softly teasing you in your pants... oh, and you couldn't forget the so-good feeling of them pressing down on your stomach to force the piss out of you. it felt wrong, but it felt so good.

"hange, please..." you whispered, flinching as they rubbed you softly through your underwear, kissing your flushed face as you leaned your head back against their chest. if you were gonna try to hold your piss in, then hange was gonna force it out of you.

"what's the matter, baby?" hange teased, pushing your undies to the side so they could play with your folds. "you having trouble holding it in, hm?"

you nibble on your bottom lip trying to hold in the whine that you so desperately wanted to let out... but all it took was another squeeze to your abdomen for you to moan hange's name out loud.

"oh god, please," you desperately whisper, eyes screwing shut as hange starts rubbing their slender fingers against your clit, pressing their palm flat down on your stomach once more.

hange cooed at you, whispering encouraging words as their fingers started to work faster against your sensitive nub, harshly pressing down on it every so often. god, they loved to hear your pretty little gasps and the way your body softly jolted against theirs. you were so perfect to them.

"feel like i’m gonna cum-"

"cmon, y/n," hange gently spoke against your cheek, giving it a quick peck as they pressed on your tummy harder, never stopping their fingers from rubbing you almost feverishly now. "cmon baby, just let go."

"f-fuck, han..." your legs began to quiver, a telltale sign that you were close, that you were losing the battle against your lover's strength, and hange couldn't help the smirk that formed onto their face as they watched in excitement.

they were pressing onto your lower stomach like their life depended on it, watching you intently, waiting for the moment you finally gave in...

your face was growing hot and you were whimpering, eyebrows knitted together as tears started to well up in the corner of your eyes. you tried so hard to hold it in, you were trying so hard not to let hange win at this, but god, was it difficult. getting closer to your release, you were squeezing your legs together, practically crushing hange's hand as they never ceased their movements of roughly rubbing you, and it felt so good. so, so good that you felt like you couldn't keep it in any longer—

and then there it was. your orgasm hits you like a truck.

you feel yourself pissing and cumming, the hotness of it spilling onto hange's hand and onto the couch beneath you. you were clawing at hange’s arm, letting out the breathiest whines of their name like a mantra, thrashing against their body as they continued to softly rub circles into your sensitive clit.

hange watches in awe, biting at their own lip at how fucking hot and desperate you looked. god, they wanted to ruin you.

they were enjoying every second of it... every second of your whines and tears from embarrassment, every second of the way you would slightly cover your face from looking at theirs, every second of your piss spreading more and more on the couch and onto their own pants. oh how much they loved seeing you like this.

"good girl," hange murmurs to you, in an almost sing-song voice, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple before retracting their hands from inside of your pants. "that wasn’t so bad now was it, darling?"

[ladymirdan]

I often think about a thing that happened when I was still a kid and pretty new to Warhammer.

There were this FLGS located pretty much exactly inbetween my school and my home. I didnt do very well in school, my grades were okish but I skipped class A LOT. Oh the joy of being a girl with comically autistic traits in the 90’s, my baby brother got a diagnosis, I got a “why are you so weird, stop it”.

But I spent a lot of time in this store, and im genuinely surprised they let me do that. I was a kid, I couldnt buy very much. I just sat there and painted or played a few games. And sometimes I got to build stuff for the store (very exciting). They even convinced me to send in a contribution to Golden Daemon (I did not win, not even close 😂)

Even back then I was obsessed with oldhammer stuff. And the store owner who had been into nerd stuff for decades thought that was really fun and says something along the line of “hey I have a few first edition WHFB armies in a box in the basement, if you want tou can cone down with me and look at them.

So there I go, 14 year old girl, with this 40+ year old man into a shady ass basement to look at minis.

And the minis were soo awesome, he was a very good painter. He also found a “how to paint minis”- pamphlet from like the 80’s and gave it to me (boy do I wish I still had it)

But like, what was I thinking. If he had been any kind of shady guy, things could have ended so badly. I cringe just thinking about it. And I wasnt a naive kid either, ever since I hit puberty at like 11 ive had grown ass men grope me on the street before. I knew all about “bad men”.

But shoutout to that store for being one of the first places in my life where I felt appreciateed and not not a burden. Where people would greet me excitedly whenever I showed up. My guess is they saw a lot of themselves in that lonely and weird kid.

I would link to it, but it closed down over a decade ago, and I heard the owner passed away. And that is such a damn shame because the world needs more people like him. That creates safe spaces for the weird and the lost.

[sinsandsweetness]

I’m having more thoughts, I think negan can read people extremely easily and while he’s trying to intimidate you with lucille he notices you acting a bit strange. He’s very quickly able to tell you’re turned on by him waving his bat around, and damn it excites him too

“You,” Negan lifts the bat up to your chin. A wet gasp, involuntarily leaves your throat. Woah.

“Name.” He demands. Pushing the weapon into you just another centimetre.

You answer through clenched teeth. Looking him in the eye for every syllable.

He has this constant smug smirk on his face. He’s handsome. Too handsome for what an asshole he is. What a terrible person he’s been to you and your community. But the way he’s looking at you right now, it’s going straight between your legs. Hot and fuzzy and something almost shameful. You know you’re cheeks are warm.

Realization crosses the older man’s face. Even more smug than a moment ago, noticing how flustered you are. And not because you’re scared. Well… not only because you’re scared.

He leans in really close, whispering so no one else around you will hear.

“Am I turning you on right now?”

You scowl but you can feel your face get even hotter. Fuck.

“Ohmygod. I’m right aren’t I? You’re getting wet at the sight of miss Lucille here, aren’t you?”

You turn your head to the side. Trying to stop looking him in the eyes. The gorgeous brown eyes that seem to stare right into your soul. He grabs your jaw and roughly tugs it back.

“Speak when spoken to.” His voice is stern. You’ve heard it before. He’s not fucking around.

“Yes,” you can’t believe you admit it. But it must have done you a favour because he releases his grip on your jaw and the angry expression on his face returns to his usual, baring his pearly whites.

“Dwight, get this one in the truck. I want ‘em stayin’ at the Sanctuary this week.” He winks at your wide eyed expression and leans in for the last bit. Lips brushing your ear. “Better pack some bags. Gonna be a long week, sweetheart.”

[f1reghoul]

Major warning for watersports/piss kink, this is nasty.

Swiss/Phantom watersports and shower sex under the cut:

Phantom shuts his laptop, looking up at Swiss with wide eyes. He doesn't bother to take his hand off his dick, but he stops moving it. Holds it, firm. Swiss chuckles a little and shuts the door behind him, locking it.

"What'cha watching?" Swiss inquires as he makes his way toward the bed, crawling over between Phantom's spread legs.

Phantom stares at him. He coughs, glancing between his hand and the shut laptop in front of him. He pushes it to the side and gives Swiss a forced smile, spreading his legs to allow for him.

"Nothing. C'mere." He opens his arms, letting his dick slap lewdly against his belly, and Swiss hums and accepts his offer.

He places a quick kiss on the side of Phantom's mouth, resting his forehead on his shoulder to look down at his flushed cock. He swipes a finger through the slit, sucking the fluid off with a hum.

"You're pretty wet. C'mon, tell me?" He looks back up at him, rubbing his hand up and down his right thigh.

Phantom's cheeks flush even more than they already are. He shakes his head.

"Porn. I don't know. Normal stuff." His voice squeaks a little at the end.

Swiss knows he's full of shit. But he hums in understanding nonetheless, and lies down in front of him to suck him off. He finishes way quicker than usual, maybe it's the fact that he'd had a head start, maybe the porn was that good, maybe it's the shame of getting caught. All Swiss knows, is he's gonna get his hands on that laptop.

Phantom offers to take care of Swiss, but truthfully, he's so focused on the other ghoul's secret, he's not even hard. Maybe half-hard, not even. He mutters something about being tired and cuddles Phantom into his arms, spooning him the opposite way of his prize.

It takes far too long for Phantom to fall asleep. Perhaps it's just Swiss being excited to find out about Phantom's dirty little pleasure, maybe it's Phantom worried Swiss will find it. But he does, eventually, doze off, and Swiss waits at least another 10 minutes before he even thinks of moving.

He carefully unhooks himself from behind the smaller ghoul and slowly pulls open his laptop, hissing at the bright light. He knows the password, it's just the ghoul's summoning day. He's damn lucky Phantom muted the sound when he heard Swiss open the door, because the sight he's greeted with is fucking naughty.

He doesn't even wanna imagine the kinda noises he'd be hearing, but he knows just the sight is getting his dick a little chubby.

It's some guy, with a pretty small dick, if that's relevant. Probably not. Swiss finds it relevant though. There's a reason he likes blowing Dew so much. Anyway, some guy, kneeling on the floor, with two guys... peeing on him. Swiss can't help the grin on his face as he watches it. He wonders which one Phantom imagines himself as.

He shuts the laptop and cuddles back into Phantom, big grin still present on his face. He'll have to wake the poor ghoul up in the morning to get him off, he's sure of it. No way he's not having a killer wet dream after that.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, Swiss doesn't wake up with a raging boner in the morning. He does, however, wake up with a wet patch in the front of his boxers. Yet Phantom's still fast asleep next to him, drooling a little. He kisses Phantom's shoulder, lightly grazing it with his teeth. Loud, quick kisses to wake him up.

He groans and giggles, waving his hand aimlessly toward him, trying to swat him away. Swiss grins and leans over him to give him a slow kiss. He sighs into it, threading his fingers into Swiss' hair.

"Morning Bug." He chuckles against his lips.

"Mm, morning." He breaks away and yawns, stretching out.

He must feel a slight cold wetness against his leg, because he hums a little confused. Swiss huffs and gives him a little grind.

"Had a good dream. Gonna shower, join me?" He pushes the blankets off, scooting off to the end of the bed.

Phantom hums and trails after him, rubbing his eyes as Swiss turns on the bathroom light. He turns on the water and immediately starts to undo Phantom's pants. His plans already in action. Everyone's gotta pee in the morning, him no less. That's why he woke up in the first place, but he guarantees Phantom will need to as well. He always pees before their morning showers.

Swiss won't let him this time. He undresses the both of them, only clad in pants or in Swiss' case, boxers. He drags Phantom into the shower immediately, kissing him rough and pushing him against the tile wall. The quint gasps and grips his arm, kissing back. Swiss rushes it, nibbles his bottom lip, licks into his mouth. He needs to get him all bothered.

When he can feel Phantom poke his thigh, he breaks off, the both of them panting heavily. He chuckles and brushes the smaller ghoul's slightly damp hair out of his face, kissing his forehead.

"Shit, I gotta pee." He complains, biting his lip a little for show.

Phantom furrows his brows.

"Forgot to go before I got in. You mind?" Swiss tilts his head, all too casual about it.

Phantom doesn't really understand if Swiss is asking if he can get out real quick, or if he can use the drain. He knows it's not abnormal to pee in the shower, he's just never had someone do it while he's in it with them. But he shakes his head, that same wide eyed look he had last night. At least now he can blame his rock hard cock on the earlier teasing.

Swiss hums and leans back in to kiss him, catching Phantom by surprise, but he kisses back. He figures Swiss just wants one more kiss.

But the water beginning to hit his leg feels too warm. And the sigh Swiss just breathed into his mouth...

He pushes the bigger ghoul off with an "mmph!", looking down at the added stream of water- or, piss, from Swiss' cock.

He can't tear his eyes away, his dick visibly twitches, and Swiss can't help but feel like he's gone too far. He does his best to stop, not really able to fully cut it off after starting, but at least it's not noticable. That makes Phantom look up at him. His eyes are wide, his jaw slack, but Swiss looks worried.

"Sorry. Sorry, I should've asked-" Swiss begins, getting cut off.

"You saw it." Phantom mutters, mostly to himself.

"Yeah." Swiss breathes, like a dirty confession, like it wasn't Phantom's piss porn he's talking about.

He glances back down, back up to Swiss' face, and falls to his knees. He winces at the hard tile against his knees, but he can't think of anything but the feel of Swiss using him, claiming him, like that.

"Keep going. Swiss, you gotta- Oh." His pleads break off into a moan when the stream hits him square in the chest, overly warm.

Swiss moans too, just at the reaction, the sight of Phantom's eyes shutting tight, he almost looks like he does during an orgasm. He takes hold of himself, spraying across his chest, aiming down to hit his cock dead-on. That's what seems to do it, because Phantom practically shouts and grips his cock like it hurt him.

Swiss has never seen him this... sensitive? Maybe the first time he ate him out, that was a memorable experience. But this, he's barely been touched and he thinks the little quint ghoul might cream any minute now.

It's intoxicating. Swiss gives himself a few strokes as he does his best to spread it around, keeping it all below the neck. He bites his lip as Phantom fists his cock like he's gonna die if he doesn't touch it. There's no way he's this into it.

"Mm, I gotta go, Swiss. I'm gonna go, can I go?" He whispers, glancing up into Swiss' eyes.

Swiss thinks he might cum right there.

"Fuck, yeah, go on baby." He pants out, his stream beginning to die off.

Phantom shudders, moaning all too lewdly as he sprays over the tile, pissing hard. Swiss thinks he must be purposely pushing to get a harder flow, he wonders how it feels. The smaller ghoul's face gives him a pretty good idea.

Embarrassingly enough, Swiss thinks he might cum faster than Phantom, just at the sight of how affected he is. He slows his hand down on himself and thumbs at his tip instead, panting and groaning softly. Phantom's eyes are cast down, at himself, at his hand moving swiftly over his pissing cock. His jaws slack, but he licks his lips every so often. Swiss wonders if he's thinking about tasting it.

"C'mere. Come lick me clean." He steps closer, pushing his cock into Phantom's nose.

Phantom quickly complies, digging his tongue into the slit and groaning, lapping around the head like a man starved. Swiss' hand flies to his hair, gripping tightly.

"Fuck, shit, gonna cum. Cumming, fuck." He warns, shooting onto the ghoul's tongue and around his mouth, dripping down his chin onto his belly.

He pulls away and kneels down in front of him, catching his breath. He notices Phantom's stopped peeing. He also notices cum, surely not his own, on the tile. But Phantom's still rock hard, and he's still stroking himself. He must've cum earlier and kept going. It makes Swiss groan.

Phantom only takes a few more harsh strokes before he's cumming again, throwing his head back and whimpering. His sight goes a little fuzzy and his ears are ringing, but when he comes to, Swiss is soothingly rubbing his thigh.

"There you are baby, did so good. Such a good boy for me." Swiss coos, reaching forward to wipe a spurt of cum from his cheek.

Phantom lazily smiles at him, wobbly standing up. Swiss helps support him, getting him under the warm water to rinse everything off of him. Phantom breaks into a fit of laughter, causing Swiss to laugh too.

"What the hell." Phantom wipes his eyes, grinning at Swiss.

"You really like that, don't you?" Swiss smiles back, stepping behind him to begin to wash his hair.

Phantom nods, leaning into his touch, and the rest of the shower is quiet. Swiss cleans him up, peppering kisses around the place he'd just cleaned, and quickly cleans himself off. He wraps a towel around the smaller ghoul when they get out, helping dry him off.

When they come out for breakfast, Phantom's wearing all of Swiss' clothes and a big happy smile on his face. Maybe he can open up a little next time, if that's the sex he gets in return.

[kicksnscribs]

"Ah, you want me to talk about the Twins huh?"

"Not much to say about em, really. Used to run the subway system in Iacon way back before all the slag hit the fan. Damn good at it too.

Nicest lads you'd ever met and practically inseparable! Where one went the other was close by, almost as if they were joined at the hip. Rough upbringin's will do that to ya or so I've heard

Couldn't believe it when i saw the white one on the side of the 'Cons, even less so when i realized he was by himself. We captured him one day as a POW one time. Took a lot of us to pull it off but we managed eventually. That's when I heard the story of what happened to his...I guess brother is what you humans would call them if you absolutely needed a word to describe him. Figured the 'Cons promised him a way to get him back somehow if he joined up with them and he took the offer in a desperate attempt to find him.

Though I doubt they ever did give him anything to really go by. Recruiters will say just about anything in order to get bots to join their cause. Especially when it comes to getting their servos on big, strong fellas like the Twins.

He eventually escaped us somehow; found a way to cut through his bonds and was lost to the night before any of us could even blink. Heh, and I thought his brother was the more crafty of the two.

What d'ya mean 'creepy' smile? Rude lil' thing aren't ya?

He's always been smiling like that. Well...not exactly like that but... you know that mech never had a frown on his face that I'd ever seen. Though I will admit there's something...different about that smile now. Not at all like what I seen back in Iacon. Something sinister...

Not the only one to notice it either. Ol' Rung reckons that being separated from his brother for so long did things to him. Spark twins can't be without one another for very long without it messing with their coding n whatnot, you know?

Though, Ratch knows more about the kid's situation than anybody here on this ship. Says that he apparently had done some things in order to get his brother back. Supernatural things. Things smart mechs should know to leave well enough alone.

Wherever that mech went to get his brother, he didn't come back alone....

Such a shame, he was always a sweet kid. Had a bit of a mobility issue but only when he was excited about something I think? Which was a good thing for all I care. You need to have joy in the things you love 'n he had that in spades.

Did not really understand the concept of personal space though 'n it sometimes got 'im in loads of trouble *laughs*

The black one? Whats there to say about 'im, honestly?

Incredibly polite mech, always there to lend a helping servo or two when needed, a little older than his brother i think? He would always mess with him about that little fact.

Very gentle in situations where his brother would be very harsh, but not like in a mean spirited way, more like an excitable way if that makes any sense? You would never think that what with the constant sour look etched on his face at all times *laughs*

Never liked to talk much. Though not for a lack of ability but more of a 'can't control his volume' situation. He can hit Siren levels of loud when excited enough about something or other and feels bad about it when he does. I don't mind it though, means he's found something to be happy about and that's a good thing in my book if that's worth anything.

Really hurt to hear that he went missing millennia ago. His brother looked absolutely destroyed when I saw him in that camp. I'm glad to see he made it back.

Primus the years haven't been good to him, though. Wherever he went it did numbers on his frame.

He creaks when he walks now, and his gaze has that look of a mech who has seen far more than he should have. He still has that gentle nature about him, though. Which is good, because I think he is going to need it if he ever hopes to succeed at getting those demons running through his brothers brain module out.

I got faith in them though, they're as strong as they are inseparable. They'll get through this like they did every other thing they faced,

together.

[Pulled from the personal Datatracks of Ironhide, Chief of Autobot Security]

[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

Thank you so much for the long answer about Armando and Marcela's relationship! It's one of the things I noticed when I was rewatching, they weren't in love.

I also wanted to comment on Armando and Mario's dynamic because I notice that even on the first episodes nobody is totally on Armando's side? In the "you're the woman I need" incident Mario would rather spend time with Patricia than do the work Armando wanted him to do, Betty becomes exactly what Armando needs even so early in the show.

I think this shows how even if he was privileged Armando never has anyone on his side 100%, almost all his inner circle is with him in exchange for something? I was wondering what do you think about these two and if you think that Mario should come back as Armando's best friend in the new season like in Ecomoda.

(personally getting rid of mario at the end the og show was great to me, it really showed that Armando has truly changed)

You're welcome! I love getting questions jaja🥰

Oh, definitely. Mario is guided mainly by his dick throughout the novela lmao. Even in the worst of moments he still thought of women and sex (like when he tells Armando that they should watch the reinado because of the beautiful women lmao). His main priority is always himself and his pleasure and his gain, even if that means basically breaking Armando, his best friend, in pieces. Just look at how much he loves to tease and joke about Betty's appearence in front of Armando, even when he knows Armando is deeply in love and HATES those jokes. Or how he compares him to Nicolás and laughs at him when Betty is rejecting him furing the revenge arc, even though he's seeing Armando slowly going insane. Look how he laughs at his insecurities!

You can definitely tell Mario is there for the benefit and the fun of it. Maybe it's the status that being Armando's best friend gives him (I'm willing to bet that's why Mario is vice president, after all. We all know nepotism runs through Ecomoda's blood), or maybe it's truly that he enjoyed that Armando was as heartless as he was at first, just pursuing fun and pleasure and free of real compromise before everything went downhill.

In the same manner, Mario HAD to continue to cling to Armando's presidency and friendship because, had Armando lost the presidency before they wreaked Ecomoda and Daniel had actually become president, Mario would have lost his position simply for being on Armando's 'side.' Just like how Olarte lost his own position for being on Daniel's (we all know Armando wanted to get rid of him before the whole computer damage thing happened).

So yeah, Armando has no one unconditionally until Betty arrives! Armando is privileged in a lot of ways (rich and handsome, just for starters), but he's also very lonely and emotionally unstable because he's always trying to prove himself. He fails at it a lot because even though he CAN be good (at his job, as a son, as friend, as a partner) he tends to go about it very wrong lmao

Overall they're pretty toxic. Armando has these rage moments when he physically and verbally threatens Calderón (grabbing hin by the collar, telling him he wants to punch him, etc), but Calderón also never misses an opportunjty whenever Armando is down to make fun of him (saying Nicolás is pleasuring Betty more than he does, making fun of Betty's appearence, telling him it's disgusting and shameful to love her, etc). Mario pretty much tries his damn hardest to bring Armando back to his bad habits during ysblf and ecomoda (for what little ive seen of it lmao), like trying to convince him to cheat on his partners (Marcela and then Betty)

I'm not really a fan of the whole thing coming back lmao and Mario coming back to be Armando's bestie feels like such a big regression for Armando's growth. It almost feels like he learned nothing, especially if Armando openly accepts the friendship like nothing. But I've heard Mario is now going to be a villain, which equally excites me and disappoints me lmao this dude was always messed in the head, but "villain" is a word too strong and I fear it will make a morraly very dark grey into a full on psycho lmao

I'm sorry for the lonnnnnnng answer jajaja Ig I had a lot of things to say😀

[oro-e-diamanti]

CYOA - Part One

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Word count: 980

Warnings: none

A/N: Hope you enjoy the start of this! Get voting and decide how the story will continue!

“This is the worst fucking idea,” you mumble to yourself as your best friend drags you into the main arena, clutching your wrist in unparalleled excitement.

“I did not just hear you say that because this is, in fact, the best fucking idea in the world and when I tell you that you’ll share my opinion in about…” Bella trails off to check the clock on her phone. “... twenty minutes when they’re done playing their first song, I mean it.”

The world around you seems to explode with sound as you realise just how many people are gathered in this place. The arena is filled with excited chatter, some sort of playlist put up to provide somewhat unnecessary background music to get everyone even more hyped, and your head is spinning with the amount of awe-inspiring outfits around you.

Bella did her best to help you out, knowing fully way this isn’t exactly your scene and you barely even heard of the band you’re seeing, but you almost feel like an invisible wallflower next to the mass of short skirts and seethrough tops and harnesses adorning various body parts. Even if the dress and the fishnet tights and the bold lipstick are already a novelty to you.

“Yes! Barrier spot!” Bella chimes, once again pulling you with more strength than necessary.

“Barrier… on the sound desk?”

She holds back on rolling her eyes, just barely. “If you looked closely, you’d see that we’re not here to be excited about the sound desk but about the little stage behind it. We’re way too late to get anywhere towards the front in this crowd, but we’ll be first row for the acoustic set in the middle of the show.”

You nod along, only halfway following what she’s talking about but trusting her anyway. She’s been to a number of Måneskin concerts - and has told you the ins and outs in incredible detail, whether you asked for it or not - and you know she’ll make sure both of you will have a good time.

And you do.

You only recognise about three songs in the whole set, but you soon find it doesn’t matter in the slightest - in fact, a few minutes in you’re sure no one would even think of you as a complete newbie anymore. You dance, you shout along to lyrics you don’t know, you let Bella twirl you around during a slow song.

What at first looks like an annoying spot to stand turns out to be a blessing in disguise. While crew members keep politely asking to be let through as you’re right next to where the barrier opens toward the sound desk, it is also the very way that the singer and guitarist (“Damiano and Thomas!” Bella screams into your ear.) pass as they enter the little secondary stage for their acoustic set. And you’d be damned if you don’t see Damiano send you a wink as he passes you by. Your attempt to catch Thomas’ eye too - just as gorgeous as the singer, simply in a different way - goes undetected as his attention seems to be solely trained on his guitar.

And while you find that a bit of a shame, you can’t deny you enjoy watching him and Damiano up close, if just for those few songs. Maybe you wish you could have seen the other two (“Vic on bass! The one behind the drums is Ethan, it’s so annoying he’s so far back because he’s so fucking pretty!”) quite as intimately.

The evening goes over much too quickly. You don’t even have to admit it, liking it after all, the band, the crowd, the atmosphere, because Bella can see it all over your face.

“Told you!” she squeals. “Told you that you’d love it!”

You simply let her hug you, accepting her overwhelm of emotions, happy to share a moment that is so important to her, even if you’d never quite gotten into… fandom like that. She spins the both of you around a little, just enough for you to spot something on the floor, in front of the barrier, where people are moving away and making their way outside the arena. Bella barely notices you breaking the hug and walking around her to pick it up, already engrossed in her phone.

“Ooh! Brand new information!”

You don’t pay her much attention as you flip over the item in your hand, but she continues.

“According to, uh, my sources, there’s a good chance they might turn up at a certain club later. And with “them” I mean the band. Obviously. And with “a certain club” I mean the club we’re definitely going to be heading to asap. What do you say?”

It’s a pass. An AAA pass - access all areas. A female name on it, no photo. Someone seems to have lost it.

And now you’re in for a decision.

Option A: The pass really isn’t your problem. Someone’s lost it and someone will come find it again. You drop it on the floor and decide to go with Bella’s plan. You’ve had a good night so far, you might as well keep up the energy and go out, right?

Option B: Someone might get in trouble for loosing their pass and it kind of makes you feel bad to have it in your hands and not help out. No one at the sound desk reacts to your attempt to get their attention, so you decide to go up to the front of the room and wave down a security guard to hand it over. He has to take it, doesn’t he?

Option C: As soon as Bella sees the pass in your hand, you can see in her eyes that she wants you to do one thing and one thing only: Make the most of this unlikely opportunity and sneak backstage. What’s the worst that could happen?

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[nkjemisin]

hi! i finished the fifth season yesterday and it was just so, so, so good - i read it in under a day, i couldn’t put it down. i read the city we became a while ago and i had forgotten how much i love the way you write, and the plot and world-building written through fifth season was incredible (and i always adore second person). and the humanity of it! it always breaks my heart just a little to see a character’s ‘maybe this isn’t what we should’ve gotten but it’s the best we’re going to get’ moment, especially when you know that they won’t have it for long, so the last bit of the book was devastating, especially when with how essun’s part begins… so perfectly bittersweet. there were so many things about the book that i liked, but that was the feeling i remember the most about it.

i don’t really know how to talk to real writers so i’m sorry if this seems very awkward but i just wanted to say that i love your books and i can’t wait to read more of them. thank you for writing :)

You know, I've told this story in interviews, but if it helps... I had a chance to meet Octavia Butler once, live and in person, and I blew it. Had my first and only panic attack, ever, because I was so excited to talk to her that I basically went full bluescreen as soon as I spotted her at the autograph table. (This was at Boskone, can't recall the year but obvs before 2006.) I just couldn't think of anything to say, and fled -- and a short while later, I heard she had passed away. Damn shame.

Anyway, THAT is my standard for awkward, lol. You're doing fine. And thank you!

[derrygirlstrash]

Kissing 101, Ch. 4 (Preview)

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Life be life am I right? … Anyway I’m editing now, so take a preview to get excited for the whole thing. Good news is this chapter, while difficult, is my favorite so far I think, or at least has my favorite scene so far. So, here’s part of that scene!

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“I won’t say anything. Your secret is safe with me Logan Reese.” Quinn promised, and even though he now realized she should hold his secret childhood shame over his head, the same way he realized he had done when he taunted her with that insulting nickname when she only offered to help him… he also knew she wouldn’t.

…At least, she wouldn’t hold it over his head to the others. She might hold it over him when they were alone.

He didn’t mind that as much, somehow.

“You’ll have fun with this yourself though, I bet.” Logan said with a low chuckle at the end of his sentence. He was responding more to himself than to her, though that didn’t stop his grin when her eyes gleamed brighter behind those glasses of hers at his words.

She tilted her head a bit and then for some reason she held her hand out in the space between their bodies and he raised an eyebrow at her which caused her to answer the unspoken question by saying, “I’ll at least wait until we’re out of harm's way before I start having fun with you being such a scaredy-cat. Here, pinky swear.”

“Pinky swear, seriously?” He asked her with a voice that probably didn’t match the understanding they just reached. His eyes lingered on her pinky as she held it up waiting for his pinky to join.

“Do you want me to keep my promise or not?”

Hey, why not? Stranger things have happened. Including, like, this whole night. So instead of answering back with words he just lifted his hand up and locked his pinky with hers.

Logan couldn’t explain what happened at that moment as they pinky swore at all not even if his life depended on him explaining this to Charles Galloway of all people. Which tonight, it might’ve, given everything crazy happening to them.

One moment his pinky curled around hers and while their hands connected in the middle he let his eyes begin to trace the corners of her lips as they crawled upward into a smile. When she smiled at him, his stomach started to ache again as it had since they left Red Stone Gulch. Except the anxiety was replaced with… something he had no idea how to explain.

Being caught inside a freak storm in the middle of nowhere had nothing on being caught inside the freak storm brewing inside him caused by her smile.

In the moment after he felt his stomach twist with this unfamiliar sensation, Logan felt his pinky tighten around hers just a bit and with a sudden impulsive yank he was able to tilt her close enough for his lips to meet hers halfway.

He felt Quinn take a sharp inhale of breath more than he heard it as he pressed his lips against hers. They were close enough that he could feel the way it made her startle. His kiss was a shock to her that was for sure. It shocked him just as much and he was the one who had given it to her.

Before he could even think of moving away and finding a way to explain what he was doing - to her, if not himself - she began to respond to his kiss with a kiss of her own. Quinn let out a soft noise against his mouth with a warm, shaky exhale and at the same time she let out the held breath her pinky curved tighter around his which left him breathless back.

She knew how to get back at him, that was for sure. In more ways than one. He wondered for a second if this whole kissing thing with her was her getting back at him, because if it was, she wasn’t just smart she was a damned evil genius.

He wasn’t able to think about it for long though.

He wasn’t able to think about anything right now.

If he had thought about anything in the first place, he wouldn’t have kissed Quinn for no other reason than to kiss her.

If he was thinking anything (which there was no way he could do now, not after the way he felt her lean an inch closer and not with his other hand clenching the grass underneath them to stop himself from doing anything risky…) he might have thought about why he had to kiss Quinn, or why she hadn’t ended the kiss, or why her not ending the kiss mattered to him.

So it was lucky he couldn’t think.

At least not until they heard Lola loudly wailing from where they had left her behind.

“Quinn! C’mon you can’t just leave me alone! If you have to ditch one of us, make it Logan!”

Quinn quickly ending the kiss and whipping her head over her shoulder to make sure Lola wasn’t coming to get them was a good way to wake up from whatever… that just was.

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A Dream for A Dream: CHAPTER ONE .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. “Past the blood and bruise Past the curses and cries Beyond the terror in the nightfall Haunted by the look in my eyes That would've loved you for a lifetime Leave it all behind Tell me, when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk? When did our lessons begin to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?” - happiness, taylor swift .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

I stood alone on the boardwalk where the seven of us – the seven heroes of Baldur’s Gate – once watched the ashes of the Elder Brain fall like snowflakes. I remembered how we held our bated breaths, drenched in sweat beneath the glint and steel of our armor. There was a moment when the realization of our newfound freedom finally sunk in, and we screamed in delight. Freed from the threat of the Elder Brain. Freed from the terrors and nightmares of our past and our present.

But within all that happiness, within that joy and relief, I remembered the total heart-wrenching grip of regret whenever I looked into Astarion’s cold eyes.

We defeated a monster, but did I create another one in its place?

Baldur’s Gate bustled with life as I left. All around me, the harbor was decorated with candles and flowers to commemorate the fallen.

Baldur’s Gate was rebuilt in a matter of months from what I heard and where I once used to see crime and refugees scattered about, forgotten and neglected, small stalls and businesses stood, air brimming with dreams and excitement. Baldur’s Gate was reborn anew after the battle, it seemed.

I hadn’t thought I’d visit the city so soon, just shy of a year since the terror ended. After Astarion became another version of Cazador — something he would surely kill me for if I said — I couldn’t bear the weight of my regret and left. Karlach had pleaded for me to stay, to rebuild Baldur’s Gate with the others, but how could I tell her that I’d made a mistake that was eating me alive?

In the heat of the moment, when Astarion looked at me for aid, I couldn’t say no. To think that 7000 souls in exchange for a little bit of power and a little bit of sunlight was worth it appalled me then and now. But I couldn’t find it in me to strip him of his chance to finally feel safe, feel free. And it hadn’t felt like it was a choice for me to make, either. It was his. His and his alone.

But was it?

Of all the things I did, I led Astarion astray and damned 7000 souls in the process. It was my biggest regret. My most bitter heartache.

And I felt the true sting of it all when he peered at me as if I was an ant under his shoe — a life to be dangled on a thin thread, his to do what he pleased with. Because he could if he wanted to. His words in Cazador’s tomb haunted me for months after.

I simply told Karlach to watch out for Astarion; that he was not the man he used to be.

A sad smile fell Karlach’s face. “I know, soldier.”

As much as it pained me to admit, I left Baldur’s Gate like a coward and sought to drown out the growing shame with strangers, drinks, and adventures. In truth, I yearned for a home — and I often found myself reminiscing the months where I was infected with the tadpole because, at least then, I had… a family.

But I let them down. I failed Astarion. I failed me. What good were swords and words if I couldn’t protect the people I loved the most when my decision threatened to the tip the edge of delicately-balanced world?

I hadn’t returned to Baldur’s Gate to ache and reminisce, though. As much as I wanted to reach out to them — Shadowheart, Karlach, Wyll… even Astarion — I had to protect them from the evil at my feet.

I needed to figure out what was hunting me before it was too late.

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Diabla’s Diabolist smelled like lavender incense and sulfur. A much more pleasant scent to the fish and piss smell of the lower city, and I welcomed the smell with a smile.

Overhead, a bell dinged and a tiefling with purple highlights behind a counter looked up. Her eyes widened in recognition behind her round glasses then filled with excitement.

“Are you Tav?” She squealed. “The brave leader of the seven?”

“Uh—um—Me, Tav, yes.” My cheeks burned at my lack of grace.

“It is such—” she reached across the counter, aggressively shaking my hand “—a pleasure to meet you. I heard you saved the tieflings from Emerald Grove. Did you know I have a cousin there? And you cleared the shadow-curse? How was that?”

I reeled at the onslaught of questions and rubbed a sheepish hand across my neck. “Not hard, to be honest? I had a lot of help. How’d you know it was me, anyway?”

“There’s a mural of you and the seven! Have you not seen it? And there’s also the songs— do you really kiss a goblin?”

I almost screeched. “No! Gods — did Volo say that?”

She shrugged.

Holding in a shudder, I asked her if she had any information on any yellow-eyed devils.

“Why? Trying to kiss them?”

I could feel myself turning a thousand degrees hotter.

“I’m just pulling your leg!” She laughed. “And to be clear, ‘yellow-eyed devil’ is a rather broad description, don’t you think? I can think of a dozen devils with yellow eyes.”

“I’m not even sure if it’s a… devil, to be honest. It’s kind of like— a huge a shadow, you know?” I stretched my arms wide. “And about this tall. Blends in with shadows. Kind of has this creepy ass smile.”

“Sounds diabolical, indeed.”

I sighed. “I know, I know. It’s not much. I just can’t seem to find any information on this thing for a reason. Please tell me you have something.”

The purple-haired tiefling shook her head and my shoulders deflated. Then, she snapped her fingers. “But I bet my Nana knows something. Hold on.”

She scurried off into a velvet red curtain behind her and after a few moments where all I heard was short, rapid-fire whispers, an older woman rolled out in wheelchair with the girl behind her, a none too amused look on her face.

“This is Nana Diabla! Nana, this is Tav! Oh, and I’m Karisa.”

Nana Diabla stared me down. I waved sheepishly, nervous under her piercing red eyes.

“Not much of a hero, you seem.”

Karisa gasped.

“A hero, I am not, ma’am. Just someone who happened to be at the right place at the wrong time.”

Diabla hummed, eyes softening the slightest bit. “I hear you seek information on a creature with yellow-eyes, made of shadows, and a ‘creepy-ass’ smile?”

“Yes—uh… it’s kind of like lips stretched wide across a face I can’t see. A face made of darkness. Or maybe there’s no face, but just lips.“

“When do you see it?”

“Mostly at night, I think? Either in my dreams or before I head to bed.”

“Do you know why?”

I shook my head.

Nana Diabla pushed herself closer, then beckoned me to lean forward. As I did, she touched my forehead with two fingers, crowned eyes fluttering shut.

I tried to look at Karisa, but Nana Diabla snapped at me to not move.

Nana Diabla’s eyes moved rapidly behind her thin eyelids and her hand began to quiver. Soft, almost silent unfamiliar words fell her from her lips. The air thickened around us.

A sudden sigh that came from neither of us startled Diabla and she pulled her hands away abruptly, as if my skin burned her.

For a moment, she was quiet. Like she was processing something.

“You poor thing,” Nana Diabla murmured at last, gaze faraway and distracted. “Haunted. Wretched. This creature that stalks you savors in your guilt. Festers in your sadness. And it grows ever so hungry for more. And more. And more.”

I swallowed.

Nana Diabla finally looked at me, uncertainty and terror in her eyes. “I do not know what this thing is, but I know it wants you weak and full of fear. It relishes in it.”

Well, this certainly did not help my fear.

Nana Diabla could see it in my face. She ordered Karisa to look for Selune’s amulet to which Karisa’s eyes almost bugged out of her head. But she hurried to retrieve it, returning no less than a few seconds later with a silver amulet shimmering with a soft silver glow.

Nana Diabla draped the silver amulet in my palms and grabbed my hands in an unfamiliar, motherly kind of way.

“This will light the creature in the moons glow if it hunts you again. I can’t tell you if it’ll last. The moon-maiden’s power can be limited, but keep this on you and do not be afraid to seek help in your friends, Tav.” Nana Diabla squeezed my hands.

“How much?” As I reached for my coin bag, Nana Diabla stopped me.

“It’s a gift.” She smiled. “For protecting all of Faerūn. Now go, you know who you must seek.”

Firstly, I sought a pot where I could puke.

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So, I was haunted by more than mere “demons of my past”. This thing savored in my shame and sadness which were emotions I was abundant with lately.

How fucked was I in a scale from 1-10?

What would’ve Shadowheart said? Lae’zel? Halsin? Jaheira? Would Astarion scoff? Would Gale have jumped at the chance to show off a new magic trick?

The thoughts didn’t help me as I laid alone in the Elfsong Tavern, tangled in thin sheets and reeling in a sense of loss. I left all the candles lit in the room and the curtains open so moonlight could fill whatever crevices fire couldn’t, afraid it would strike at me once more.

I needed them, I realized then. I needed them terribly. And I needed Astarion.

How long had it been so I dreamed of my old love? A love I never claimed out of fear…

Did I have a pattern in my life? It seemed I ran and when I ran, demons followed. I could run to the edge of the world and that still would never save me.

I recalled the time Astarion confessed his failed plan to manipulate me. It was a memory I often I thought of. It was one of the last few moments before his ascension where he was true and genuine. Eyes soft and vulnerable.

I remembered his hand in mine as I said that what he needed was a friend, not a lover, and the soft ache that filled me then. I loved him so much. Then. Forever. Now. But I believed — no, I knew — he needed safety and comfort outside out of a romantic situation.

And, truth be told, I wasn’t ready either. Astarion was a delicate man. I didn’t think I could be good for him, even if I tried. I was afraid I’d break him, but I’d bet a thousand times that he’d snap at me for thinking him delicate and for making this choice for him.

Still, when I said friends, Astarion looked grateful. “Friends… I never had those before.” He smiled at me, softly.

Sometimes, I wondered if anything would’ve been different if we had dated. Maybe. Maybe not.

And I ached so much that night I thought, surely, the creature would haunt me, but the city was still and quiet in the Elfsong Tavern and I remained safe.

Yet, I refused to sleep, afraid of the smile that lurked in the depths of my darkest dreams.

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Author’s Note:

I am so tired 😴 I’ve been rewriting this since yesterday and is it far from perfect and little bit self indulgent? Yes! Absolutely! But was it fun to write? Yes! And a bit sad. My Tav is a haunted, piece of work. Will there be Astarion romance? Soon ;). Got to build up to. Love a little friends to enemies to friends to lovers saga.

Not edited. Will not be edited soon. Will upload second part tomorrow probably.