#like it’s nice they show him not being just a angry dude because they be more flanderize but it’s weird that it’s ARMA

[no1ryomafan]

Thought about how given I’ve written so much for getter and rotate enough in my brain I could make hypothetical “how to write this characters” post if those even exists until I remember the factors of:

<the status of the tags doesn’t warrant a lot of writers as is and the only person to ask me this was a irl <I don’t wanna be gatekeepy even if I wouldn’t put my bias into it <who the fuck would it really be about besides ryoma and maybe hayato bc honest to god just grasping the team dynamic of the getter will make you be able to understand each individual pilot <I doubt myself I even write 100% in character despite what I’m told 💀

[mellowwillowy]

"Stop the wedding!!"

So you get to see NRC food fighting RSA in the end lol Yan! NRC vs Yan! RSA x GN Isekai'd Player (Self-aware)

All the people inside the cafeteria turned their attention to you, an isekai'd player.

"(Name)!!" Idia beamed in tears, finally someone saving him! ... wait, someone? Oh no no no no! You are not just 'someone'!! Why did he even bother troubling you to this extent? He should have just kissed the bride!!!

"Make it right in time, you got me, Ace?" "Thank you for kicking me like a barrel toward the ghosts, pal," Ace replied dejectedly but posed no annoyance at all.

"Potato, since when do you have the funds to get yourself such a nice suit?" Vil questioned as he inspected your overall. The makeup and hairdo were not done to the utmost perfection but he can let it slide because anything on you equals absolute beauty.

"Oh, this? So you are smart enough to realize Crowley won't cover MY suit! I mean, he was trying teeth and nails to not let me join Ace and Co!"

"At least he does something right for the first time," Leona added. "White suits you though I thought you'd surely go with Black as usual?" Trey cocked his head to the side questioningly.

"Look, this is what Neige lent me. And all his attires are almost pristine white! I'm telling ya'!" At that statement, you saw Vil twitch despite not being able to move, he must have been very pissed at the mention of Neige's name alone.

"Originally I planned on taking Cheny'a's but I realized how eccentric his taste is so I decided to go with Neige. The RSA students are kind enough to assist Neige in tailoring it to my size too! Got them right in time before Crowley could shoo me!"

"Dude, even the RSA knows how to respect them, I don't know if I should be angry or nah but it certainly leaves a bad aftertaste seeing them wearing what RSA makes for them." Cater whispers something to the person next to him, inaudible to your ears.

"What do you say if we steal the suit and then burn it down in front of them after we are done here? I'd like to give them a nice thank you hug too while we are at it." "And we should leave them some of my... flowers collection too. This alone should be enough to show our gratitude right?"

"I'd say we should try giving them a proper form of token of gratitude too, how about Master Lilia's cooking?" Sebek added with a grin, he had his fair share of Lilia's cooking to the point he'd like to share it with the others.

"Oh? Then I'd have to make sure to add extra 'love' into it." He replied, this time intending to poison people so its horrifying taste was multiplied at natural without him realizing it.

"Wait, why would we even bother giving them a handmade cooki-" Jack was immediately silenced by Cater's eerie smile. He had his fair share and he knew they meant nothing well from it at all.

"Hey Ace, do something! Stop throwing all your work on prefect!" Deuce yelled by the sideline, ready to chew his ears off.

"I agree, you shouldn't let someone magic-less handle this handful situation alone, get a hold of yourself right now will you, Ace?" Azul scowled and started to usher Ace into work.

"Dude! Now all of you are cornering me?" "You haven't finished, Ace?!"

And Riddle's voice was all it took to make Ace cowered like a puppy. Rook shook his head in disappointment, this had taken way longer than the original gameplay.

"Hurry! We should wrap things up as though we are changing a dirty tablecloth into a new one!" Epel yelled out rather... unique lines. Was he trying to be as poetic as Rook? If anything, both Rook and Vil said nothing regarding this.

"Riiiiighhhhtttt, I'm kinda checked out now, to be honest." Idia's eyes immediately widened, not you too?!

Just before the other could chant another "Smooch the bride", you immediately lunged toward the bride. All those gym class training paid off! Basically, this and that until the ghost inflated.

And instead of Rook ordering you and Epel around, you took the steering wheel before anyone could. "Move yer' ass you glorified wood logs! Move move move!"

The lucky person is the person who gets to feel you dragging them. Absolute win!

--

"Urgh, I'm so gonna have phasmophobia now." Idia rolled his eyes as the ghosts departed but to be honest? He was happy to see you barging into the cafeteria like a knight in shining armor for him! (It was mostly the others fighting lol)

Idia was taken by surprise the moment your hand smacked his back. "Would you look at it, the star of the show, a handsome groom adorned in black! You look positively breathtaking, senior Idia."

"Eep-! Oh no, they have graced me with their words that are enough to deafen me! What should I do? How should I show them just how grateful I am to be even considered by them???"

"What did you say? I couldn't hear you really well." "Well, brother said that-" "N-n-no! Nothing! I uh... am thankful... for your assistance." He answered bashfully, his hair tip turned into a shade of pink.

"Now now potato, it's time to change, wearing that must have been uncomfortable right?" Vil immediately pulled you away from the pink introvert. "No...? Neige said that it's meant to be comfortable and it's true!" "Well, we have something even wayyyy more comfortable for you, shrimpy! Come on now, let's take it off and dress you up in something else!"

--

Lilia was leading everyone with a basket of something, a speaker in one hand and Neige's suit in the other hand, "Hey you RSA whippersnappers! Get down!"

The head mage was coincidentally away that day and it allowed the NRC students to lead a protest in front of the academy's gate.

Lilia threw the white suit onto the ground while Leona whistled, signaling Rook to shoot an arrow of fire toward it like an Olympic grand opening. (What a duo.)

"Yeah! Eat this you good for nothing!" Cater and Ruggie immediately took out the pie from Lilia's basket and threw it right onto the students' face. Kalim was generous enough to sponsor lots of baking materials for Lilia with Jamil assisting with the baking. It was badly burnt but still hard as a rock.

Cheny'a was careful enough to avoid Trey and Riddle while Vil was feeling rather generous in feeding Neige~ Oh, and Malleus is always bullseye in his shots, hitting everyone down in no time. He was pretty pissed (sulking) that he was not invited to join your fun. Silver was not being merciful too, he didn't fall asleep at all during this whole thing!.

Rollo was feeling rather grateful but also sad that you did not come to him to ask for his help :( And Crowley just watched everything from the sidelines while praying that nothing bad will be sent to him after this. Well, he's happy with how bright his students are.

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Two Three

Robin sucks on her drink through her straw, “why, exactly, are we here?”

Steve sighs into his own drink.

Robin looks around the yard from her perch on a lawn chair, “I can’t help but notice, Steven, that we are very clearly the oldest people here.”

Steve watches Eddie balefully. He’s trying and failing to light the grill. It’s almost embarrassing to watch; Steve can’t seem to look away.

“Steven, I am drinking something that was mixed together in bowl. I’m drinking it out of a red solo cup. I haven’t touched one of these in a decade. I require an explanation.”

“I don’t have one.”

“That is a lie. Your pants will catch fire and then you can use them to help that moron to light the grill.”

They watch for a little longer.

“Fucks sake Steve just go and do it for him. This tastes like paint thinner; I’ll need to eat some bread at some point or I’ll go into kidney failure.”

Steve gets up and lights the grill for Eddie. He’s wearing another butchered tee shirt and some black board shorts. He’s so pale, and all of his bony bits are on show. Elbows. Wrists. Ankles.

His hair is gathered up into a messy bun on top of his head.

He still has a smear of make up on one eyelid where it hasn’t washed off properly.

Steve knows exactly what he sounds like when he comes.

“Thanks man,” Eddie’s blushing. He’s rubbing the back of his neck. It reveals Eddie’s pale ribs. His dark hairy armpit-

Steve runs away before he does something stupid.

“Okay, so, step by step, no gory details please, what exactly happened last night, because I know damn well you didn’t spend the entire forty five minutes I was waiting hanging around in a gross bathroom.”

Steve sighs, rubs his forehead, then goes and gets them both refills.

“Coward,” Robin calls after his retreating back.

He’s refilling their cups with an honest to fucking god soup ladle out of the kitchen – avoiding the fly that has met it’s sticky end in what is, no doubt, highly toxic punch – when it happens.

“Hey man,” Steve is being addressed by an actual pimply teenager.

“Hey.”

“Nice car,” he sounds weirdly angry about it.

“Uhhh...thanks,” because Steve doesn’t know what the fuck else to say to a dude wearing a dungeons and dragons tee shirt over flaming basketball shorts. He has nothing on his feet. Outside. Steve represses a shudder.

“Look, you clearly have money, or whatever, and probably a fancy job and you’re like, forty-”

“Hey-”

“- or whatever, but this thing with Eddie, can you make it fast please? Dragging it out isn’t fair on him.”

Steve blinks. He’s getting a shovel talk from someone who probably doesn’t know what a VHS is.

Steve can remember playing video games with no save; if you were going to do it, you had to play the whole damn thing in one go. Steve didn’t have a mobile phone until he was fifteen. Steve is not going to take this.

“This ‘thing’ I have with Eddie is none of your business. Eddie can speak for himself-”

“No Eddie cannot speak for himself, because Eddie is the nicest guy I know and Eddie already thinks he’s in love. Don’t think I don’t see what this is for you, Eddie’s just another thing to play with until you get bored. Look at this place, look at us. Now look at you and you’re fancy friend over there,” the kid gestures and, yeah, alright, the difference is pretty obvious, “you wouldn’t be caught dead here, slumming it, if you weren't getting something out of it. Now hurry it along, Eddie only writes good stuff when he’s heartbroken. Which is a lot, by the way. We all know how this goes.”

“What’s wrong with your face?”

“I just got a shovel talk from a kid who probably shouldn’t even be drinking yet.”

“Ouch,” Robin takes her drink back, “how does that feel?”

Steve shrugs, “not sure, actually.”

Across the yard, Steve watches as Eddie gesticulates wildly and hisses angrily at the pimply face DnDer. He catches Steve watching. Eddie grabs the kid by the arm and drags him away.

“The burgers are burning,” Robin idly points out.

Steve sighs, he loves this polo, grease stains are a bastard, and the chances of finding an apron in this place are none existent.

At least Robin comes with him. She half unwraps some cheese and generally pretends to busy herself, slicing buns and stacking paper plates.

“So, last night?”

“Right,” Steve sighs through his nose, shuffling some onions around on the flat plate. “So I was just going to you know, get him.”

“Get your man tiger,” Robin purrs.

It shouldn’t be funny, but it kind of is. Steve laughs.

“But he just...grabbed my hand. And he said ‘Steve! Come and meet the guys!’ So I...did.”

“He introduced you to his friends,” Robin raises that lethal eyebrow.

“Yeah.”

“And you went along with it?”

“Well I kind of...he didn’t let go of my hand so I kind of…”

Both of Robins eyebrows are now in the stratosphere. She appears to spend a few minutes digesting that, “and then you got invited to...this.”

Steve’s already dug half a hole, and he still apparently has the shovel in his hand, so he keeps going, “he was just so happy to see me,” Steve admits, quietly.

“Who is that?”

“Who?”

Robin grabs Steve by the hair and forcibly turns his whole head, “that.”

There’s a blonde girl talking to Eddie. She’s wearing a white tank top and daisy dukes, “no idea.”

“Come on, high time you introduced me.”

Steve really tries, but he cant hide the fact that he is delighted by this turn of events, “why, Robin Buckley! Oh how the tables have turned-”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m going to make her cry.”

Part Five

[deadsnakey]

𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 —> 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎˚ᡴꪫ

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ fluff ೀ Headcanons. . .ᐟ 10k words 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ┈─★

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જ⁀➴ He has a lot of issues and anger, but he tries his best to control it around you.

જ⁀➴ has never raised his voice at you because of this.

જ⁀➴ I think he's all scary and intimidating, but once you get to know him, like know him, he's genuinely sweet and a decent person.

જ⁀➴ loves being around you, he feels comfortable enough to be himself around you and that's a privilege.

જ⁀➴ loves physical touch, knowing you're still with him is reassuring and grounding for him.

જ⁀➴ spoils the actual shit out of you dude, your complaints will be shushed with a soft kiss and soft eyes, "I love you, let me spoil you, okay?"

જ⁀➴ a bad boy on the streets a gentleman in the sheets.

જ⁀➴ his friends definitely remind him how gone and whipped he is for you on a weekly and he doesn't deny it, he knows and is fine with it.

જ⁀➴ if yes ever making you uncomfortable or doing sum you don't like, he stops immediately and never does/says it again. He'd hate for you to be uncomfortable let alone from him.

જ⁀➴ loves showing you off and will shamelessly do it, because you're a goddess why wouldn't he??

જ⁀➴ I think he's still learning the rights and wrongs while dating you so just put his ass in line and he'll immediately straighten up and act right.

જ⁀➴ he's your bitch, you're his girl.

જ⁀➴ he'll let you boss him around as long as youre happy but God forbid someone else tries to boss him around and they gone (to the hospital wing..lol)

જ⁀➴ will happily watch you get ready even if it's just to go on a walk or to grab a few snacks n stuff from the store or wtvr, will gladly help with wtvr if you ask him too.

જ⁀➴ teased you a lot especially if you get flustered easily butttt knows when to stop and to not take it too far.

જ⁀➴ also he tries only doing it in private or if it's just you two somewhere bc he doesn't want someone else thinking they can also tease you, friends or not.

જ⁀➴ hatesss the thought of losing you, definitely has nightmares and needs to either be held by you or hold you, it just depends how bad it is.

જ⁀➴ feeds you so much, he ain't letting his girl go hungry ever, not on his watch. He'll happily give you his food if you're still hungry or felt like you didn't eat enough.

જ⁀➴ ass man.

જ⁀➴ his and your friends are so nauseous whenever they see you two together because y'all are so sickening In love it's gross. (Don't get fooled they think it's cute.)

જ⁀➴ so soft and clingy in the mornings omfg, dude is pouty, a little whiny and his raspy voice telling you not to leave while holding you closer👁️🫦👁️

જ⁀➴ will be so quick with it if he feels like someone is disrespecting you or being rude to you even a little bit and don't get me started on flirting with you, you need to control your guard dog please!!! He will bite his dick off and leave him bloody and bruised for weeks.

જ⁀➴ true story, you scolded him and made sure he wasn't getting into as many fights after or at least not to the point of last time, but he listens to you because he would hate for you to be disappointed or not happy and especially with him.

જ⁀➴ I don't think Mattheo can live with himself knowing he's the reason you're angry, upset, sad, disappointed or literally anything that is happy or a good emotion.

જ⁀➴ opens doors, gives you his clothes, let's you borrow wtvr you need from him, buys you anything you want, gives you your favorite flowers every date night, give you massages, run you nice and relaxing baths, helps with studies, always with you especially in public.

જ⁀➴ no cause actually ever since y'all started dating you haven't been seen with mattheo with you, either behind you, either side of your or like 2-4 inches behind you watching over you carefully. Like he's a great protector!!

જ⁀➴ my boy working overtime to make sure you're safe and he wouldn't have it any other way tbh.

[heavenlybey]

a/n hi y’all this is my first time writing so pls keep that in mind.. also if you have some tips or feedback i would appreciate it!!

Remind you

⚠️Smut

Connie was getting sick of your nasty attitude. you’ve been ignoring his texts and calls for a while now and it was getting on his nerves. But posting that quote that said: “if he ain’t treat you right, his opp might” followed with a picture of you cuddled up with another dude? And not just any dude..Jean??? “She’s got me fucked up” connie mumbled to himself while putting his shoes on. He was done with your attitude and he was going to fix things tonight!

You on the other hand, didn’t have a care in the world. You had just gotten out of your relaxing bath, ready to end the night with a glass of wine and watching your fav show. That was until you heard three hard knocks on your door. “who the hell?” you thought to yourself as you went to go open the door and were met with a very angry Connie. As soon as you saw him you rolled your eyes and tried to close the door. Not wanting to deal with his shit and just go finish the rest of your wine. But Connie was faster and put this foot between the door, he fully opened the door and let himself inside. “Get the fuck out of my house, Connie” you angrily said to him. “Jean huh?” “Get out of my house!” Connie found it amusing how YOU were the one that’s angry while he should’ve been the one who was angry.

“no, we’re gonna talk about this. You’ve been ignoring me for weeks and now you’re posting pics with another man, you think imma let this shit slide ma?”

“You never make time for me anymore and, i can’t do this shit anymore. I’m don-“

Oh you got him fucked up. His lips coming down to yours in a hungry kiss. Tongue swiping across your parted lips. Pressing his erection against you. A moan wanting to escape from the feeling of his growing erection against yours. Trying to push him away, he kept a firm grip around your neck. “i’m serious, i’m done witcho bitchass” you said which resulted into you being thrown onto your bed. Connie dragging you back, ripping your black silky robe off. You’re fully naked laying before him, sending a hard slap on your ass, a gasp fell from your lips.

“I don’t care what you say, we’re not done mama”

He flips you onto your back without any type of warning, forcing your knees up against your shoulders. You are completely spread out for him, running his eyes over your wet pussy. When he looks back up to you, you know because of the look on his face, your shit is about the be fucked up.

Connie is mad as hell, he doesn’t bother with any sweet touches. Going straight between your legs to suck on your clit. You let out a gasp saying “ohh god!” His tongue meeting your entrance to thrust inside of you. He leans up to make eye contact with you while he spit right on your pussy. You both watch the spit slowly rolling downwards, towards your entrance. His long tongue came down to glide from your entrance to your clit then sucking on your bud. “F-Fuck-“ is all you could say, feeling him chuckle while he was sucking up your arousal. Filling his mouth full of your wetness. “You think Jean can make you feel this good mami?” You were already feeling the tight knot in your stomach, you knew your orgasm was only a few licks away and so did Connie. Your lips fell open once again to moan, but before you could get anything out, he shoved his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck. Get them nice and wet for me, ma.” You took his deep into your throat, sucking and swirling like you would his dick. The pleased look on his face pissed you off. You decided, without much thinking about the consequences to open your big mouth and say something stupid.

“This is how i sucked off Jean yesterday.” You said with a smug look. The smug look on your face was wiped away immediately when Connie flips you onto your stomach, your face hitting the bed first before he spreads your legs wide open with his hands at your ankles. “Talking about another dude while i’m in between your legs, are you crazy or sum??” Your back arched deep, just the way you knew he liked it. His big hand gripping yours to keep you from running. A deep moan leaves both of you as he brutally enters your pussy. His dick settling inside you while he splits you apart and makes room for himself without giving you a chance to adjust. It’s hard to breathe with his dick so deep inside you, the only thing you can do is whine and moan. His thrust deepened as you were trying your best to push him away. The tapping of your hands on his pelvic area making him look down to where you both connected. “What? You can’t handle it ma? Where is that big mouth of yours now huh?

“Please Connie..it’s too much..i-i can’t.�� you cried out. Connie scoffed. “i really don’t fucking care ma. Take this fucking dick. Imma remind you who you’re talking to. Gonna make sure never you forget again.” he said while grabbing the back of your neck to pushing your face into the mattress while he is fucking you. You were a moaning mess. Connie was giving you the deepest strokes, constantly hitting your g-spot without any stopping. You felt the tight knot in you stomach starting to form again as your pussy started to get tighter around Connie’s dick. “Don’t even think about cumming. You gon hold that shit mami.”

[springgirlshowers]

Hi love! what do you think about joost x reader where joost is jealous of some guy who is flirting with y/n, then joost becomes possesive and they have a fight which results in angry sex and in the end they make up????

Can’t Help It

Pairing: Joost x Fem!Reader

CW: MDNI. arguing, miscommunication, oral (f recieving), angry sex, p in v, pwp, unprotected sex wrap it before you tap it!!!!, teasing, praise, degradation if you squint, aftercare <3

WC: 2555

A/N: tbh i didn’t know how to transition into arguing to sex so i just used the classic kissing to shut the other person up, hope you like it anyways 😚

Joost had a white knuckle grasp on his drink and a clenched jaw so hard it seemed like he could crack his teeth.

“You good bro?” Apson spoke out, Joost didn’t answer, still too focused on you and the random guy at the bar. “Dude.” Apson shoved his shoulder a bit, then repeating his question.

“No. That guy over there’s being way too flirty with Y/N.” He muttered out.

“Don’t just stand there, do something about it if you don’t like it.” Apson shrugged.

Joost didn’t wanna seem like a possessive, way too overprotective boyfriend.

You were absolutely breathtaking, he knew there would be guys who would try their luck with you, only to be rejected in the end. He knew because it’s happened before. You were able to shut down multiple of them before.

But he really didn’t like the way this guy was getting close, leaning in and saying something that made you throw your head back and laugh. His blood boiled when he saw the man graze your arm with your hand, still noticing the way you moved it away a bit.

“What, like punch him out?” Joost scoffed. Apson rolled his eyes.

“Alright he didn’t say that, just show him that she’s already got someone and that he should back off.” Stuntje added in.

“Yeah.” Joost sighed, putting his beer down on the table and getting up from the booth. Walking over to you with an aggressive stride.

“Hey, having fun?” Joost said in a sweet voice, immediately wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Oh, yeah! I’m doing great!” You grinned at him. Usually the sight of your joyful face would calm Joost down in a second, but tonight he was way too pissed for it to work.

“Oh, hey. I’m Adriaan-“

“Yeah, that’s great.” Joost cut the brown haired guy off. He pressed a sweet kiss to the side of your head, staring down Adriaan across from you. Oblivious to it, you only giggled and scrunched your nose.

“I just came over to let you know we should head home soon. We gotta get up early in the morning, remember?” He rubbed your arm.

“What? What’s happening in the morning?” You had no idea what he was talking about. From what you knew, there were no plans tomorrow at all.

“We gotta go.” Joost masked over his anger with a soft voice, trying so hard not to shove Adriaan away.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N.” Joost so badly wanted to cause a scene at the way he said your name in such a sultry tone.

“Yeah.” Joost only said in response, turning you away and took you with him before you could respond.

You said Joosts name repeatedly as he took you outside, noticing the awkward stares from his friends on the other side of the bar.

“Joost, what’s going on?” You asked once you were outside.

He didn’t respond, instead he waved down a cab.

“Are you alright? Did something happen?” You asked worriedly, waiting for the car to arrive in front of you.

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s nothing. We can talk about it when we get home.” He said stoically. The cab stopped and he opened the door for you, though confused by how he was acting, you still got in.

“If it’s nothing, why don’t you just tell me now?” You questioned once he hopped in the car, slamming the door, and giving the driver the address.

He was silent. He didn’t want to be another couple arguing in the back of this random drivers car. You stared at him, jaw ajar, waiting for a reaction. Nothing.

“God, fine, if you wanna act like an asshole go ahead.” You scoffed, crossing your arms and slumping back in your seat.

The ride back to your shared house was dead silent, the driver put on the radio eventually. Most likely feeling the thick tension between you too.

Neither of you spoke until the apartment door shut behind you.

“Okay, now do you wanna tell me what’s got you so pissed off?” You threw your bag on the coffee table, standing with crossed arms.

“I’m just frustrated, I didn’t like the way that guy was flirting with you at the bar.” He muttered, kicking his shoes off.

“Flirting? He was just being friendly!” You scoffed in disbelief.

“He was practically eyefucking you.” He stared at you.

“Oh my god! Is that all you think about when you see a guy look at me?”

“No! It was the way he was all over you! Did you not notice the way he was touching you?” He gestured, then walking down the hallway into the bedroom. You followed.

“He grazed my arm once. You’re being overdramatic, Joost.”

“Do you not realize how he was staring you down? He obviously wanted something bigger than being friendly.” He took off his glasses, setting them down and moving to unbutton his shirt.

“He was just being nice! I was just being nice!” You threw your arms up, “I’m allowed to have guy friends!”

“I never said you weren’t.” Joost shook his head, sliding his shirt off now, his chest fully bare and him turning to you.

“Not every single guy that comes up to me wants to fuck me! Get your mind out the of gutter.” You continued on, but before you could get another angry word out, Joost grabbed the sides of your face and pulled you into a heated kiss.

When you pulled away, you looked at him shocked and confused.

“What was-“

“Shut up, please, just shut up.” He said breathlessly, the anger in his voice was now replaced with passion and wanting.

You leaned back into the kiss, basically devouring each other as you moved your hands up his neck and into his hair.

The back of your legs hit the bed and you both fell back onto it, letting out a small giggle against his lips once your back touched the mattress.

Joost moved his mouth down to your jaw then neck, you could feel his smirk against your skin when you let out a shaky breath.

His hands moved underneath your shirt, rubbing up and down your sides, then lifting up the hem a bit.

“Please.” You nodded as he looked up at you, giving him your approval.

He removed your shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor, then moving his lips to your chest. Soon your bra landed in the same spot as your shirt.

He gripped your breast in his palm, squeezing and playing with your nipple as he pressed open mouthed kisses to your other one. You squirmed slightly at the way his breath tickled.

“I’m still angry at you.” You groaned out.

“Yeah? I can fix that for you.” He teased, mouth going farther and farther down.

Before you could get a snarky response out, he swiftly pulled down your shorts, along with your underwear, causing you to let out a loud gasp.

He spread apart your legs and licked a stripe up your cunt, not wasting any time to please you.

His tongue got to work quickly, licking circles all around your bundle of nerves, causing you to arch your back.

He pushed at your entrance with the tip of his tongue before going back to your clit, sucking on it.

You were withering around, Joost wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him and keeping you in place.

Your legs began to shake and he knew you were close, so close, almost there.

Then he pulled away, and you were left with nothing.

“No, no, no!” You cried out involuntarily, now just sexually frustrated.

“Calm down, I’ll give what you want.” He said, chin glistening with your wetness, sliding his index and middle finger through your slick folds.

He smoothly slid his fingers inside you, letting out another moan, shutting your eyes as he curled them.

He leaned his head down to kiss you, you tried your best to kiss him back, but with the state of bliss he was putting you in, you were barely able to close yours around his.

He found it adorable.

“Open your eyes, come on, look at me.” He tapped at your face, your eyes fluttered. “I know you can do it.” He encouraged, you were able to but your eyelids were still droopy.

“You gonna cum, schatje?” He teased.

“No.” You shook your head, locking your gaze with his.

“No?” He tilted his head, staring at you with a mocking expression.

“No- oh!” You whimpered as his fingers began to move faster, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly and causing you to clench around his fingers.

You didn’t want him to stop, God, you prayed he wouldn’t stop. But your reflexes and not knowing what to do with your hands made you grab onto his wrist, but he didn’t slow down, only grinning at.

The way he smiled and kept his gaze on you helped push you over the edge, you let out a string of moans and came all over his fingers, he let you ride out your orgasm as long as he could.

Slowing down and stopping once your legs began to twitch. He removed his fingers from you and you clenched around nothing.

“Do you wanna continue?” He asked, his sweetness peeking through his dominant attitude.

“Please, yes please.” You said breathlessly, Joost gave you that cute smile where his eyes squint.

“Flip over for me, please.” He already had his hands on your waist, helping you turn over.

You got on your hands and knees, back arched and ass up.

The noise of his belt un-clicking and hitting the floor along with his jeans made you bite your bottom lip in excitement.

Joost slipped off his boxers, using the precum on his tip and giving his cock a few rubs with his hand and then against your wetness.

As he pushed in slowly, your fingers gripped the sheets on the bed, digging into the comforter.

Once his cock was fit snug all the way inside you, he peppered kisses all along your back.

He pulled out and pushed in slowly at first, letting you get used to the feeling. Soon beginning to speed up, slow thrusts turning into fast ones, deeper and a bit rougher.

His cock hitting your sweet spot over and over, you slid off your hands and laid face first into the bed, already unraveling and unable to hold yourself up.

Joost pulled you up, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other placed at the top of your chest.

“No one can fuck you like I can.” He whispered in your ear. You shook your head in agreement. “Say it. Tell me yourself.” The power trip was showing in this moment, you didn’t care, it was hot.

“No one can- oh god, can fuck me like you do.” You cried out.

“Not even that fucker from the bar.”

“Not even him. Never him. Never anyone.” You said through your moans. He shifted his hand down to your clit, rubbing quick circles.

“Exactly.” He grinned as he felt you clenching tightly around him, knowing you were about to be pushed over the edge. You tried your best to keep from orgasming so soon.

“It’s okay, don’t hold back, you can let go.” His words were the cherry on top. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan as you came, going limp in his arms, becoming a puddle.

Joost let go and let you fall against the bed, a blissed out smile on your face against the mattress.

“You’re not gonna quit on me yet, right?” He scattered kisses all along your spine. You shook your head.

“Good, now come here, schat.” He said, sitting on the bed and shifting up until his back hit the wall.

You crawled over, stopping when your face was in front of his dick, you grabbed it and began to move your fist up and down around it. He cupped your face, making you look at him.

“You don’t have to do that, liefje, just sit on it.” He rubbed your cheek. You did as he said, sitting up and hovering above him. Holding onto his shoulders as you sinked down onto his cock, letting out small squeaks and whimpers the entire time.

You began to lift and lower your hips, he placed his hands on your sides, helping you move at a steady pace.

“You’re doing so good, so good for me.” He praised, looking at your watery eyes. “You’re doing perfect.” He said through a whisper.

He thrusted up as you rolled your hips, making you let out another loud gasp at the feeling.

“Still angry at me, liefje?” He tilted his head, you shook your head, biting your lip.

“I love you.” You moaned out.

“Ja? You do?”

“Mhm.” You couldn’t keep up with his pace, you slumped against his chest, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“I thought you were mad at me? Huh?” There was still that mocking tone in his voice.

“Mm-mm.” Your eyes began to water from the overstimulation.

“Oh, fuck, I love you too liefje. So much.” He turned, kissing the side of your head.

“I love you, I love you, love you, love you, love you.” You were an absolute babbling mess, completely fucked dumb.

Tears began to fall from your eyes, the overstimulation from your two previous orgasms making you nearly see stars as you approached your third.

“Oh god, oh fuck, I’m close.” You sobbed.

“Shh, I know, I know.” He began to quicken his pace, cock hitting deeper inside you.

You let out a loud squeal into his shoulder as you came undone for the third time tonight.

“There you go, there you go.” Joost kissed, your face fell against his shoulder as you let out small strangled moans.

“Hold on for just a few more seconds, schat, I know you can.” He kissed your shoulder, his hips began to stutter and his pace became faster. With one final hard thrust he came, a warmth spreading inside you.

The both of you were now both sweaty and out of breath against each other, the room silent, the only sound being your heartbeats and heavy breaths.

Joost moved his hands to your face, cupping it gently and pulling it up to have you looking at him.

“I’m sorry I got so mad. I didn’t mean to get so jealous.” He spoke out, rubbing away the tears that had fell with his thumbs.

“No, it’s okay. I understand it now, I didn’t mean to be so stupid.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck. He frowned at the negative self talk.

“You’re not stupid schatje, you were just trying to be friendly.” He leaned in to give you a kiss on your forehead. “I know not to get so angry at you next time, it wasn’t your fault.” He whispered.

“It wasn’t yours either.”

“You sure you’re not frustrated with me still?”

“No, I can’t hate you after you made me cum three times.” You bit back your smile, playing with his hair. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m sweaty.” He let out a tired breath.

“Go take a shower, freak.”

“Take one with me?”

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Hard Luck - JJK & KTH (18+) - Chapter 1

◆ Pairing: CEO Jungkook X Fem employee Reader X Legal advisor Taehyung. 

◆ Summary: You have a good face, a nice body, a fat amount saved in your secondary bank account, a stable job that you love, loving friends and family, you are good in bed. You have almost everything other than a good luck in love. Sleeping around with random dudes don’t feel enough when your friends are getting married and having kids. If you are being honest, you have started getting bored of this prolonged singlehood already. 

Your last light of hope fades away when your work crush, aka the hot guy from the legal department, Kim Taehyung (with whom you might or might not have slept once, okay! twice!), asks you to set him up with your work best friend (who, apparently, is the most asked out woman of the company). But what you don’t know is that the CEO of the company has taken a liking to you and has started on a mission of winning your heart. 

But wait… Taehyung might have started developing feelings for you in the process of receiving your help.

��� Chapter summary: Two meetings - One went good - another went downhill.

◆ Theme: Romance, drama, light angst, my poor attempt of humor, fluff and eventual smut. office romance au,

◆ Warnings: Tiny bit angst.

◆ Word count: 3.2k+

◆ A/N: let me know your thoughts.

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You have a very love-hate relationship with weekends. 

Love because who the hell doesn’t like free times, no rush to drive to work, a quiet time on their couch with some unhealthy snacks and a good movie playing on the TV? 

Hate because weekends make you feel alone. Today is just a copy of yesterday.  

On most Friday nights you end up going drinking with your teammates, save your Saturdays for your friends and your precious Sundays are for yourself and yourself only. 

But lately, your said friends have changed, not by choice but by circumstances. Two of them are married, one is engaged and another just started dating after a prolonged singlehood - leaving you completely out of the order. Now they name most of their Saturdays to their partners, which makes you angry but you know that’s the only normal thing to do. 

So, now you are the one that neither has a partner and nor anyone to spend most of your Saturdays with. 

You sigh as you scroll through netflix. 

There is nothing that catches your eyes, intrigues you enough to start watching. 

Just when you are about to read the description of this new cheesy romcom, your phone vibrates with a call. 

It’s your mom - she calls you ten times a day. 

“Hmmm?” you greet her absent-mindedly. 

“Mia just gave birth to a baby boy!!!” she squeals on the other side of the phone. You can feel her excitement through the vibration of her digitized voice. 

The news lights you up as well. Mia is your favorite cousin and older than you by a year only. 

“Really? Woah! Is the baby fine? Is she fine?” 

“Both of them are fine, ddal.” Your mother, now, replies calmly, “it’s only me who is not.” 

“What? What happened? Joint-pain again?” you sit up on the couch. 

“No. That's not it.” your mother whines. You love to hear her whines. 

“Then?” 

“When will I have my grandchild?” she huffs, making you laugh. 

“Eomma, I’m only 27.” you remind her. 

“That’s why I am reminding you, darling. If you start looking for a man now, you will be able to gift me a grandchild before I hit seventy.”  

The mention of a ‘man’ draws a very particular face on your vision. 

You know you should not think too much, read too much into someone’s actions. But at this age, when you already started feeling alone, feeling the desire for someone to come back home to, you can’t help but to feel the need of holding the next best person who shows you a silver of interest. 

And Taehyung has shown a lot of it. 

You will win in life if you manage to bag someone as nice, hot, handsome and successful as him. 

“Maybe… maybe very soon, eomma.” you add a trail of words to end your thoughts. 

“Omo! Really? Are you seeing someone?” she’s now way too much excited and her excitement makes you want more from the guy who only fucked you twice. 

“No- it’s not that. I am just talking about the possibilities.” your voice sounds frail for some reason. Possibility is what it is. Nothing is confirmed. 

You know you have a crush on Taehyung but at the same time you have no idea if there is more than just lust in his mind.

You try not to think of negative things and engage your mother in off-topic conversations. But in the back of your mind, Taehyung stays still, with his baritone voice and boxy smile. 

“Good morning, sweetheart” Hani, the colleague you are the closest to, chirps in with her sweet voice. 

She is the epitome of perfection. 

The girl looks like a goddess, very friendly, the life of the party, smiles at everyone - doesn’t really matter if she knows them or not, is an amazing cook, and good at the job she does. 

Her amazing persona accompanied by that next level face card, makes her the most desired woman of the company. 

There is hardly any bachelor who hasn’t asked her out yet. And Taehyung is one of them (which makes you think that he must be into you). 

Sometimes you are jealous of her - okay! Scratch that! Most of the time you are jealous of her ability to make friends, to have people wrapped around her fingers without having to do anything while you practically have to beg your own friends to spend their weekends with you. 

And being asked out? That’s a completely different story. 

What you have understood from your experience is that guys love to have you on their bed. You are a good fuck, you know that. But a wife material? No. 

You are way too aloof, emotionally unattached to entertain anyone more than normal boundaries allow you to. Hence, you end up pushing people away.  

And now - at an age where you should be in a long term relationship - you are alone. 

“Good morning, Hani.” you reply with a genuine smile gracing your lips. Honestly, very few people can pull a genuine smile out of you and Hani is certainly one of them. 

Had it been anyone else as popular as her, they would have a big fat ego. But Hani is different and that’s why you love her. 

“How was the weekend?” she asks, placing her order for her usual iced americano. You still don’t understand how people consume this as the first thing in the morning. It’s nothing but cold and bitter.  

You grab your iced vanilla latte and take a mouth full of the sweetness, “as usual. Boring. Only me and my couch and netflix” 

“Oh? You could have called me in. I was mostly alone too.” she sips her aa-aa, and makes a delightful face. You scrunch your nose at that. 

“Really? I thought you do those volunteering stuff on weekends?” you two walk towards the elevator while sipping on your beverages. 

“That’s for day-time. I am usually free during the nights. So, try calling me if you need a companion.” she eyes you expectantly. 

You know she feels alone too, just like you. 

Hani came out of her two year long relationship just a few months ago. She probably feels alone during her free time as her partner is not there to entertain her anymore. 

And maybe it’s a good idea. 

Even though you don’t like to extend your professional relationships beyond the gates of your workplace - Hani can be different. 

You can take this friendship a little further, you guess. 

The elevator door slides open, revealing a certain someone you look for a lot these days. 

Taehyung smiles brightly at you. Two strands of his dark hair fall on his forehead, his siren eyes are full of mirth as they quickly dip down to check you out. But then his eyes fall on Hani. And if you are not wrong then they have a brief eye-contact before someone behind asks you and your friend to get inside and make space already. 

An odd feeling blooms inside your chest. 

Taehyung checked you out, that’s for sure. But what were those love eyes that he regarded Hani with? Did he just fall in love at first sight or something of that sort? 

You settle inside the dingy space of the elevator rather uncomfortably - both physically and metaphorically. 

Hani is standing in front of you and Taehyung is just behind your back. You are sandwiched between the two of them and weirdly enough - you don’t feel too good about the situation. Because you can see Taehyung staring at Hani through the glazed metal door or the elevator. Something churns inside of you at the thought of Taehyung being smitten by your work best friend. 

But maybe you are thinking too much? Maybe time will soon prove you wrong. 

Wrong. Everything is wrong. 

Your teammates do an impressive job everyday except for the days when there is an important meeting and you need documented reports. 

Today is one of those days. And today is even more horrifying because this will be your very first meeting with the new CEO who took over less than a month ago. 

Streets say he is as strict as his father if not more. That’s basically all you know about Jeon Jungkook. You don’t know what he looks like or what he sounds like. And that makes you anxious. 

The prospect of having an one-on-one meeting with the new, young CEO has been freaking you out already and now your subordinate had to do a sloppy reporting job.  

“Oh lord! Sooho! Why did you write ‘no penetration this month’ when the chart is at its peak?” You don’t like to scream at all but the migraine that is climbing up through the path of your neck mixes with your frustration and turns your sentence a little more high pitched than what you usually use. 

“Oh?” your teammate blinks at you being dumbfounded, “is that called penetration?” 

“Yes of course? What did you think? We are asking about your sex life in the reports?” you can’t help but mock the boy. 

Laughter echoes through your workspace but it quickly dies down when you glare at your teammates. They mumble apologies but you pretend not to hear any of it. 

“Sorry, seonbae. I will fix it right away.” he runs towards his cubicle. 

“You have five minutes.” you issue a warning. Taking your phone in your hands, you find a text sitting on your screen. 

Taetae: Any plans tonight?

Your chest heaves with the long breath that you inhale upon reading the text. See… Taehyung still wants to see you! It’s you he wants to see! And you went on an overdrive thinking he might ditch you now and start chasing Hani like the other men of the office. 

Your nails clink against your phone screen as you type your reply. 

You: nope. 

You don’t even get the chance of putting down your phone because his reply comes right away. 

Taetae: Then let's get a coffee after work. I will wait at the lounge. 

You: Sounds cool. 

You don’t know what you feel about this one-on-one meeting situation. 

The previous CEO, Mr. Jeon Jae Gyeong, had meetings with all of the department heads at once and got done with it. 

But the younger Mr. Jeon has sent out emails to everyone stating very clearly that he would be changing the meeting format. 

So, now you are here. Waiting outside his massive office (that could fit your entire workspace and still leave space for a snack pantry), on the verge of an anxiety attack. 

The more you wait, the more restless you feel. Your heels start tapping against the floor creating a rapid sound. The CEO’s assistant, a beautiful guy with blonde hair and soft features, looks at you with an assuring smile - as if to tell you that ‘it’s okay. Don’t get your nerves worked up.’ 

you smile back at him feeling a tiny bit better. 

Just then the huge door of the CEO’s office slides open. The head of the finance team walks out and from the look on his face you can tell that his meeting didn’t go too well. 

Your throat dries at the assumption of what you might face when you go inside. 

You are not going to get fired, right? Right?!

Mr. Bae, the finance head, walks out in haste heightening your anxiety even more. 

Just then the assistant receives a call on his line and murmurs something. He looks at you and says, “you may go inside now.” 

Your legs almost give out. You start planning to go home and update your resume to look for opportunities.  

Taking a long breath, you push the door open. 

Your eyes fall on the prominent figure that is sitting on the large mahogany table. His eyes are focused on the ipad. Mouth shut tight, lips pursed, his downturned face is casted with a shadow, which prevents you from taking a good look at his face. 

What you see is the silver ring that glints on his eyebrow. And are those tattoos on his hand? 

Even if he heard you coming in he clearly didn’t plan on providing you with any of his attention. 

“May I come in, Mr. Jeon?” you curse at the way there is zero confidence in your voice. 

He then looks up at you and locks his eyes with yours. 

Holy shit! He is handsome! 

Your chest heaves with another long breath. 

You wait for him to call you inside but he just sits still staring at you with big doe eyes. His gaze is piercing, intimidating and makes you weak on your knees. 

His Adam's apple bobs as he gulps once before clearing his throat, “Miss Y/N. Please come in.” 

You take careful steps towards his desk praying that you don’t trip and embarrass yourself. He ushers his hand towards the chair, asking you to take a seat voicelessly. 

You do as he asks. 

“How are you doing, Miss Y/N?” Jeon Jungkook asks without diverting his piercing gaze from yours. 

He is looking at you so intently as if he has known you for a long time. 

You give him an easy smile, “I’m doing fine, Mr.Jeon. What about you?” you return his courtesy. 

“Doing great.” Jeon Jungkook gives you a very pretty, heart fluttering kind of smile. 

If your heart really flutters a little  - you are not going to dwell upon it. 

“So, let’s talk about work.” he hums as he dives into his laptop and probably opens the reports you have mailed him earlier. 

Taking a minute to check all the reports, he opens his mouth to speak, “pretty impressive. I have gone through the reports from previous months as well and as I am seeing this month's reports - you have been bringing great results. Online traffic is at an all-time high, ad-clicks have gone past the five million mark, there are an average of 20 real-time users and at least 5 of them are from the states. Great. I must say” he pauses to look at you, “I am very impressed.” The last part of his sentence comes out breezy, a little bit suggestive as if his words are not only about your work. 

Your stomach feels light. 

“Thank you sir.” that’s all you manage to reply. Absent-mindedly you take your lower-lip in between your teeth and nip on it. 

The action catches Jungkook’s eyes. 

“Are you nervous?” he places a very unexpected question, catching you off-guard. 

“Ah- yeah. I mean, It’s my very first encounter with you as the CEO, so I could not help being a bit anxious. Apologies if my actions have disappointed you in any way.” you straighten your back and speak confidently this time. 

He doesn’t seem rude at all. You allow yourself to feel at ease. 

“Don’t worry about that. I get you. But be assured I am not going to eat you up.” he giggles. His giggle makes you break into a smile as well. 

“That’s all for the day. Looking forward to working with you…” Jungkook extends his hand towards you. You wrap your smaller one around his palm and he mutters, “...closely.”  

When you look into his eyes, you see mischief. 

“Sure.” you reply, sucking in all the air you could. 

By the time you come out of his room, your heart is thumping inside your ears. 

What the fuck was that? How is he so handsome? And what were those eyes he looked at you with? Why did he murmur ‘closely’ like that? 

No! You are overthinking again! You scold yourself. 

The assistant gives you another smile as you bow at him a little and walk away. You find Hani waiting to be called inside. 

When she sees you, she approaches you with a nervous grin, “how is the new CEO?” she whisper-yells. 

“Very nice and handsome.” you whisper back. She makes an “O” with her mouth before she gets called inside. 

You check your lips once more in the mirror. 

Being too focused on perfecting your lip liner, you don’t see Hani coming inside the washroom. You only become attentive of her presence when she smacks your ass. 

“Ouch!” a painful groan leaves your lips, “don’t do this! People might think we are dating!” 

“I’d have totally dated you if I wasn’t straight.” Hani chuckles standing beside you, “what’s the occasion tho? Have a date or something?” 

“Nope. Gonna meet Taehyung for a quick coffee.” 

Hani’s eyes wide at that, “Taehyung? As in Kim Taehyung from the legal team?” 

“Yup.” 

“Ohh hooo” she sings “I didn’t know you guys have coffees with each other, huh?” 

“It’s not what you think, Hani.” you look at her, raising a brow. 

“Oh? Really? But I think he is a good guy. He even greeted me when we met during lunch and I’m sure he didn’t even know me before this morning.” 

Huh? Taehyung greeted Hani? That’s weird. Because he hardly ever smiles at people he doesn’t know properly. 

You don’t let your expression give away your thoughts when you murmur a little ‘yeah’ to your friend. 

Teahyung looks like a painting - or better - a sculpture as he sits there facing the huge window of the lounge. 

He is devastatingly handsome. A smile creeps up to your lips without you realizing so. 

This time you walk confidently, marching towards him as if you own it all. The sound of your heels against the floor makes him face you and look up at you.

“Hey” he greets you as you sit down across from him. 

“Hi” you greet back, waving your hand to a waiter. 

“How was the day?” Taehyung asks, once you are done placing your order. 

“Nerve-wracking. I almost fainted before the one-on-one meeting.” you recall the incidents, then the man. 

Jeon Jungkook’s handsome face flashes before your eyes for a second. 

Taehyung chuckles at your answer, “I know. Jungkook can be really intimidating.” 

You pout, “oh? You’re talking as if you know him personally?” 

“Actually yes. We are not at all close and probably talked a few times but we share the same group of friends.” 

Your eyebrows shoot towards your hairline at the information, “Really? That’s great. It would have been easy for you to face him then.” 

“Oh god! Not at all! He had me pinned at my seat for the entire meeting. All serious expressions and no smile.” Taehyung grimaces at the memory. 

“He smiled at me though. Actually… giggled. He was super nice.” you start recalling the encounter again. 

“He must have really liked you.” Taehyung muses. 

Is he jealous? You ask yourself. Even though Teahyung sounds anything but envious. 

“By the way, Y/N. I asked you to meet today for a selfish reason.” he smiles sheepishly. 

“What is it?” you ask sipping your coffee that just arrived. 

“Are you close to Hani?” 

As soon as the words leave Taehyung's lips, your world stops moving. You know what is about to come and it breaks your heart but you are determined not to show it on your face. 

“Yeah. why?” you manage to voice upon gulping the lump that formed in your throat. 

All of a sudden Taehyung lunches forward grasping your hands with his big ones, “help me please. Set me up with her! Pleaaaaseeeee” his boxy smile is on full view. 

Once that smile warmed you up but right now you feel nothing but cold. 

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Is it possible for you to write an ex bf sukuna fic where he shows up at psychiatrist y/ns office, as a patient, to win her back after months of her not reaching back to him 😭

This could end up being fluff or smut wtv u prefer 😛

ogey! toxic! sukuna semi nsfw

oh my fucking god, dude.

you would think that because he is the one who broke of the relationship, sukuna would just leave you the fuck alone..

nope! instead of that, he just texts you when you leave him on read, an obvious sign that hes bothered by the fact that you dont reach to him anymore. he lived for it, it was pathetic for both of you.

merely pathetic of him, moreover.

you had more important things to worry about, like your patients at the hospital that were worried about their own health and needs.

“okay, how are we doing —“ you were looking at your little pretty notepad, thinking that you were attending to the same old man who dealt with hallucinations and voices, but no..

its your delusional ex boyfriend, sukuna.

“im doing better now, doc.” he grumbles, a shit eating grin and he crosses his legs. “why dont you respond anymore? aren’t psychiatrists supposed to do that?”

you could punch him.

literally. like, you could punch the fuck out of him.. and unfortunately, he would like that.

“to patients, not to ex flings. you grunt, turning your back to him to reorganize your desk. you feel a pair of hands on your hips, breathing on your neck.

had you both stayed together, you would be soaked.

“and to me, because im a patient now.” he chuckles, sitting back down and expecting a professional smile. “well, arent you going to help me, doc?” it wasnt really a question, more of a snide.

it takes everything to not break him.

“ohkay, ryomen.” you address, he hated when you called him by that. “what’s been going on? any new medication youve been taking.”

he sucks his teeth, rolling his eyes. “well, i have this asshole of an ex girlfriend.” he starts, noticing a vein popping out of your neck. “but, cant get mad.. had the best pussy ive had in years.”

how poetic.

“hmm, okay, and how does that make you feel?” you coo, seeing three veins pop from his knuckles. seems like he could lose this game he started.

“it pisses me off,” he starts. tapping his foot, he stares into you. “she acts as if she can win this little ‘ill have him crawling’ game. yet, shes using her pussy as some pawn.”

now that confused you, but, if he says so.

“has it made you feel.. down? blue?”

“the fuck are you asking me?” he growls, a eye twitch and his fist balls up. you hold back a chuckle, professional, professional.

“have you been having suicidal thoughts, ryomen?” you mask your voice with that customer service voice, knowing damn well it pisses him off so bad.

“no, i havent had— fuck you!”

“ryomen, why are we angry?” you press again, eyes lowering to his and a small smile.

youre fucking with him, he knows that. he knows that you are toying with him, he knows that. why does it make him angry? he used to do the–

fuck, he taught you that shit.

“fuck you, ill have you lose your job.” he growled.

“for what? being too nice? for good customer service?” you chuckle, “ryomen, is there someone i should call to come retrieve you?” you suggest, “any nephews? brothers?”

oh, you fucking bitch.

“we aint done.” he says, storming out and slamming the office building door. you chuckle, immediately looking at your phone to see the missed calls and texts from him.

you pussywhipped fucker, sukuna.

[sexydoffyman]

i dunno if you write for philip graves but is it alright if you wrote him for jealous or possessive sex with a gn reader?

day 26 - JELAOUS SEX

Phillip Graves

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(Reader pretends to be a lady for a mission but still g/n)

You always loved messing with him. Him having such a high position really helped you with getting on his nerves. All it took was a single smile at a shadow and boom he's riled up. Of course, he knew basic social manners and understood that sometimes you just have to be overly nice.

Your job was what angered him more than anything. You were always sitting on the lap of some sixty-year-old fuck to distract him or get some intel. Some ass put you up to that job because he was angry at Graves. He tried to talk with his superiors, but they all declined your change of positions.

How could they deny such an offer? You were like a magnet to dudes who haven't been able to fuck for a while. Your feminine features helped with your job since it was easy to disguise as a lady of their dreams.

You had gotten into an argument with Graves and just wanted to get back at him. He scared the shit out of you during the last mission. You almost stabbed him in the neck when he sneaked up on you. You lectured him about how what he did was dangerous as fuck. He didn't take you seriously at all. He just brushed you off and went to do whatever he was doing before you chewed him out.

He took something that you found really important so lightly, so why not do the exact same thing. Graves found some businessman that had some intel and that's where you came in. When you got into the nightclub that you were informed about, you immediately spotted your target.

Your mission was simple. Get in, get the man drunk, get the intel, leave. What you decided to do was to play with him before you actually got him drunk. You sat down next to him and smiled all flirty-like. He looked at you, waiting for you to talk. "You look pretty evil." He laughed at your words. You definitely got his attention.

You chatted with him for a while, with Graves listening in with a wire. He was not only listening, but he was also watching you like a hawk. The man slipped his hand on your butt. You giggled and asked him, "I have a boyfriend, you know." You put your hand on his chest.

"What a naughty lady you are~" He smirked at you as he pulled you into his lap. Graves immediately realized why were you doing this, but he only shrugged it off, being a little agitated. He reminded you about the mission with the earpiece that was hidden in your earring. What you did instead was flirt with the businessman.

He snuck his hand under your skirt. You eventually got him drunk and got the intel. But you still sneaked in some kisses... and a little bit of making out.

You ended up walking out of the club and meeting with a shadow. You passed the gathered information onto him. He did too, give you some information. "Commander is furious." "That's what I hoped for." You responded. He showed you the way to a car and drove both of you to the base.

You already saw him at the gate waiting for you. You got out of the car, smiling at him. "Come here." He sounded aggravated, for sure. It made you feel happy. You were in his room together as he was showing you his anger. "Common, it's nothing." You said the same words he said to you.

He knew damn well you wanted to make him mad. But you've crossed the line a little bit. And by a little bit, I mean a whole fucking lot. You only giggled, sealing your fate.

He was done with you. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you onto the bed. He was soon above you. Lust filled his eyes as he kissed you while pushing you down into the mattress. He pushed your hips up your crotches, meeting you could already feel his hard-on.

His kisses got sloppy, going all over your body. He had the image of you and that man in his head. He wanted to blast his head off. You tried to get a little flirty with him by caressing his back with your hands. Unfortunately, he pushed them away and pined them above your head.

"You adorable piece of shit." He was furious, and he knew you liked that. He hurriedly took off your pants, revealing your bare body to him. He was always passionate, but this time it was different. He wanted to be rough with you.

He spread your legs and put them on his shoulders. He didn't hesitate to enter you the moment he saw you had your guard down. He was usually nice and gentle. So him being rough right off the bat was a surprise.

He laughed angrily, groaning into your neck. He wanted to do something to you, but you were just too nice to hurt. You did make him jealous on purpose, but he still loved you with all his heart. He decided that being a little rougher with you won't hurt.

You whined into his ear. Oh, how he loved that. He loved how much his actions impacted you. Even those little moans made him feel so good. You were completely out of control of the situation. He could do anything to you as he pleased. The thrill of the situation made you want him to do so.

He had you exactly where he wanted as he thrusted into you. His powerful hips slamming into the ones of yours. You became a mess under him. Just how he liked it.

He was gonna have a lot of fun with you tonight.

[ineffable-suffering]

Trauma-Dumping on your plants: The Anthony J. Crowley Chronicles

This has been living in my silly head rent free for so long, I finally decided to slap it on here in hopes of thinking about it a little less (than three times a day. It's been years. I need to get over it.)

Also, I'm absolutely certain I'm not even remotely the first person to realize or post about this, since it's not the hardest of parallels to figure out. Alas, I still shall, because out of mind, out of sight and all that. So:

Let's talk about how Crowley is using his houseplants to work through his own Trauma of the Fall. Or, well, maybe not work through it per se, but more so roleplay it to give it somewhat of an an outlet because he never got over it. Lol.

It's not rocket science to figure it out and God Herself actually gives us a pretty spot-on explanation of it in her own narration.

Crowley's plants are perfect. They're, as God Herself tells us, the most luxurious and beautiful in all of London. He takes great care of them, waters them, mists them. Does any and everything to give them the perfect conditions so they won't have a worry in the world.

And yet, we're immediately shown that despite the seemingly perfect conditions they're living in, Crowley's plants still get *gasps quietly* spots. And we all know how Crowley feels about that:

It seems like such an unnecessary tiny thing to get upset about, right? Like, plants get spots all the time. They're not perfect, they're part of nature and nothing is ever perfect in nature. Crowley would know that by now. Imperfection is the whole point of nature. If everything had stayed exactly the way it always was, nothing would have ever changed or evolved.

Besides, Crowley is a demon. If it were merely about aesthetics to him, he could easily miracle away any spot with a blink of his serpent eyes. But he gets so angry about it, it's almost comical. At first we think it's just to show us, the audience, that, in contrast to Aziraphale, who cares very dearly and lovingly for his books, Crowley is a mean, mean demon who, instead of being outwardly nice to the things he loves (like Aziraphale does), yells at his plants because he's a mean meanie.

But! If you look at the whole scene and what God says, it's pretty obvious what he's actually doing is something else entirely: "What Crowley does is he puts the fear of God in them. Or, the fear of Crowley. The plants are the most luxurious and beautiful in London. Also the most scared."

Folks, this man dude serpent is literally roleplaying the concept of God/Heaven threatening angels with their Fall in order to keep them obedient ... with his houseplants.

Have I mentioned yet that I am absolutely obsessed with him and also desperately wanna get him a therapy voucher?

Because what does he do once he sees a plant disobeying his rules of perfection and acting out? The same thing God did to her questioning, equally disobedient angels (including Crowley): Parade it in front of the very scared rest, making an example of it ...

... only to then, well ...

... quite literally chuck it out.

To anyone else, this seems like a completely ridiculous thing to do over a tiny, minuscule spot. There would have been a bunch of other ways to go about fixing that spot.

Figuring out what it was the plant needed that might not have been given to it yet.

Taking care of it in a different, individual way so it would have been able to thrive again.

Listening to the plant and letting it tell you why its spot appeared in the first place.

Telling the plant, that loves and relies on you entirely, you love it too, despite it not being without fault, despite of it not fully living up to your unreachable standards of perfection.

Caring for the plant not because you want it to be perfect, but because you're okay with it being imperfect.

(We're no longer talking about plants here, as you are probably aware.)

Alas, this isn't what Crowley does. Because it wasn't what God did, either. We still know very little about Crowley's actual Fall and the Fall of Lucifer and the rest. But we do know that Crowley was never like or even with them.

All he did was ask some questions. A tiny spot. A seemingly insignificant blemish in the luxurious, beautiful flora of Heaven.

And yet, before he knew it, he did a "million lightyear freestyle dive into a boiling pool of sulfur". Cast out, chucked away, just like his little spotty plant. And for what? Well ...

... to keep the others angels plants check, for the rest of time.

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(Addendum from the comments: If we go by what the book tells us, Crowley doesn’t actually end up violently throwing out the ‚bad‘ plants. He just finds a different place for them and makes sure they‘re looked after. So much to him being a big, bad, meanie-mean demon.)

[starberry-cupcake]

This is a one chapter update because this chapter was 25 years long and I don't want my post to be also that long, even though you're all being super nice about it (thank you ♥).

previously, in harroweena the ninth:

this happened

now, chapter 6:

harrowbean wakes up and is taken somewhere in a wheelchair

we get no sleep in this ship

we get no face paint, no black robes, no sleep, no security from people who wanna suffocate you in your sleep, no explanations

lyctors need a union

as in unionization, not as in a combination of people, that they did when slurping their cavaliers

the person carrying her is very upset at everyone

turns out, she's a lyctor

her name is mercysomething

we have an ortus 2, a mercysomething and an augustine

harrow mentions eyes again and says that Lyctors "kept their own faces, but the eyes they stole from someone else. You had been lucky that your own transition was not as startling"

Lucky, you say...

I don't know about that

anyway, this mercysomething is supposed to be the saint of joy

I'm assuming lyctors are given their names through the ancient art of sarcasm

on that note

harrow: "if you had not of late become the Saint of Emesis"

me: wait, I gotta look something up real quick

me: yeah, that's funny

mercysomething is angry and in a hurry

a bunch of time is spent with mercysomething being angry and treating people like crap and being unpleasant

she's arguing with everyone she comes across and takes harrow to a hangar

yandere twin is sitting on a crate watching a necromancer make a ward with blood and bleeding to death in the process

harrow sits next to her and they are like sportscasters of blood-painted wards

according to the necrocasters, it's a ghost ward

yandere twin updates harrow on the fact that they're at war and they've been attacked and they're down to three Old Lyctors and two Baby Lyctors

it would explain why mercysomething is upset all the time

mercysomething wants to take the emperor somewhere else and the guy commanding the ship doesn't want to let him leave

emperor guy comes in and kind of does this to mercysomething

yandere twin and I are LIVING for all this pute/salseo/gossip/however you wanna call it

harrow isn't as interested

I complained in gideon because gideon wasn't interested in things I wanted to look into and now I'm gonna complain about harrow not being interested in Drama

emperor the fool says: "I know exactly who is behind this terrible blow, and they were fools to show their hand"

yandere twin and I

when emperor guy sees the necromancer bleeding out he goes "for fuck's sake"

it's a quote, not me being funny ha ha

remember when I said this guy is a mess?

that's becoming exponentially more evident

I want to punch him in the face at all times

I don't know how people can be respectful to this dude

the reason there isn't any face paint for harrow in this ship is that the emperor uses it every morning to paint on his clown face

they've been alive like 1000 years or whatnot and they're all a fucking group project going off the rails

so emperor guy, mercysomething, not!dulcinea (now in a coffin package), yandere twin and harrow get in a ship inside the ship

a smaller ship inside the big ship where the emperor has been for the past bunch of years

the small ship has the blood ward for the ghosts

but, before going in, emperor the fool fixes the necro that's bleeding to death

I honestly think she would have preferred to just die

which, same, if he was my boss

necros also need to unionize

cavaliers more than anyone tbh

if cavaliers unionized, idk if there would be any lyctors

emperor guy and mercysomething argue about people they know and we don't yet know

and mercysomething was telling harrow previously that the former ninth was prettier than her (anastasia, heart don't fail me now, courage don't desert me) and telling yandere twin the former third was prettier than her (cyrus? cyril? something like that)

which, absolutely juvenile behavior for someone who's like a 1000+ years of age or whatever

why would we care who she finds prettier????

ANYWAY, throughout this I was once again thinking

nobody here has G & P initials

it's been driving me mad this whole time

gideon and harrow found that former lyctor quarters

and it said "ONE FLESH, ONE END. G. & P."

that was before the note with gideon's name in it was read

and all this time I was thinking those were a set of necro-cav from the previous lyctors

but nobody here has those initials

the only P is the cavalier of Ortus 2 and there's no G

which is DRIVING ME MAD

if the G is the previous Gideon, the one not!dulcinea mentioned, it would explain why there was a note that mentioned a Gideon in the quarters

it would not, however, explain who the fuck that other gideon is, who P is and why they aren't in the list with the other combos

augustine is a former fifth because his cav's last name is quinque

mercysomething's from the eighth because her cav's last name is oct, and because she's annoying to be around

ortus 2 is from the second, because his cav's last name is dve

cyril cyrus whatev is from the third because the cav is trinit and mercysomething mentioned him to yandere twin, who is from the third

ulysses is from the fourth because the cav is tetra

not!dulcinea is seventh because the cav was heptane and because it was a very important thing in the previous book, as we've established

anastasia (dancing bears, painted wings) is from the ninth because the cav is novenary and she was mentioned to harrow

cassiopeia must be sixth, because it's what I have left, but I don't recognize the root of the last name to make a clear parallel from the top of my head

the emperor's guardian is A.L.

I'm taking note of an emperor's guardian who isn't around anymore

could it be ice cube barbie???? idk fam, she's looking at him a lot

giving me magic knight rayearth vibes again

this but with backstabbing instead of love

ANYWAY, all of this to point out that there's no G & P and it's driving me up the wall

now, to a very important thing

VERY IMPORTANT

for me, maybe it's just me

the enemies or whatever are called "remnants" and their leader apparently has been gone for "nearly 20 years"

this is me desperately making timelines with gideon's mom and gideon's birth and the 2 details I know about gideon's mom and her birth

you know what, I'm gonna quote, since I went to fetch it

"One day eighteen years ago, Gideon's mother had tumbled down the middle of the shaft in the drag chute and a battered hazard suit, like some moth drifting slowly down into the dark. The suit had been out of power for a couple of minutes. The woman landed brain-dead. All the battery power had been sucked away by a bio-container plugged into the suit, the kind you'd carry a transplant limb in, and inside that container was Gideon, only a day old."

I'm gonna just...put a pin on that that in the cork board

I don't know you guys, I'm just gonna

let me pin that

I'm probably being wrong a lot more than what I'm getting right but I'm just telling you what goes through my mind, if I'm making a fool of myself, it's too late to act like I'm not a fool

I am also putting my clown paint on like the emperor

MOVING ON

harrow thinks the emperor talks in plural about her at one point and idk if that's the case tbh

we then get emperor guy explaining how they need to go to their safe space base with a name I can't remember

a fancy name very lord-of-the-rings-y

let's call it emperor's mojo dojo casa house

and to get there as quick as they need to, they have to cut through the River

the one with the ghosties and ghoulies

that's what the ward was for

if they went through regular means, it'd take too long and, doing it this way, they could be there super fast, but they need to get in the River and come out the other way in the right spot

and intact

so it's this situation

so, in order to do that, they have to hold on to their souls and their cav souls and whatever they've got using the skills from the first test

I want to point out, once again, WHO PLANNED CANAAN HOUSE AS A TOOL TO GET LYCTORS TO LEARN THINGS?????

THEY WERE NOT DOING ALL THE TESTS

THEY WERE FIGHTING FOR THE KEYS

SOME DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THERE WERE TESTS TO BEGIN WITH

JUDITH WAS LIVING IN LAW AND ORDER

we didn't even get to all the tests, people started dropping like flies

because the emperor had one loose lyctor who thought she was in a telenovela

ANYWAY

the point is, if they drift too far while crossing the River, something else can come into their bodies

we did learn that, because it happened to duracell bunny nephew back in canaan house

but we learned it because mayonnaise uncle thought he was tough shit and ruined it, not because of the tests

harrow, doing her best, thinks "you felt alone in your head"

WHICH IS GREAT for our gideon notes

also, no camilla mention or appearance in this one

(I'm having a lizzie bennet theme going on for Reasons for the time being)

so, we're leaving harrow and yandere twin trying to learn for the first time how to not die by crossing the River because the emperor plans things terribly and mercysomething is too preoccupied being upset at everything all the time

[icyowl]

Bluelock Cuddling headcanons

ft. Isagi, Chigiri, and Kunigami

Request: none

A/N: one of my racehorses won a race today so here’s a little gift to celebrate my good mood!

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Yoichi Isagi

the respectful kind

his favorite is half-cuddle — him on his back, you curled up into his side, head on his chest. Does his arm fall asleep? Absolutely. Will he stop? Never.

make his heart wobble any time you look up and about how much you like this — spending time with him, being close like this, knowing he cares about your opinion enough to ask so frequently for it.

Isagi is the kind that likes to cuddle the nights before a stressful thing. He gets to talk out his troubles and generally feel better about whatever anxieties he's got. Also, he genuinely seeks your life advice. He talks through his problems, that's who he is, and with you like this it feels like such a private time of vulnerability.

You habitually play with one another's fingers and hands. Usually it's sweet, but sometimes it devolves into thumb wars, arm wrestling, and even all out tickle battles. Sometimes he even lets you win

If he's lucky he can get you to fall asleep before he does. Reason? He likes watching you doze on him. Something about you falling asleep to the dip and rise of his chest makes him all giddy and humble at the same time.

Inevitably someone walks in on you two only to be greeted with the terror-inducing glare he pins them down with. Wake you up and they are not long for this world.

Hyoma Chigiri

the timid kind

go-to is the traditional spoon. It means you don't have to look at him and whatever embarrassment he's gotta be showing while being this close to you.

As time goes on, he starts to get almost too comfortable with it. On the phone? Playing a game? Fuckin' doing laundry? Doesn't matter. When he's lying on any bed or couch, there is a distinct bubble of space, and if you invade the bubble, you're within striking distance. His arms are nearly as fast as his legs. Chigiri will latch onto you, will pull you in, and will interrupt whatever it is you wanted to do so he can spoon you.

Rub his hand or intertwine fingers while he's got an arm draped over you and he is GONE

There have been times when he's pushed you away, and though it makes sense — he's always been the kind to close himself off, turn vile and harsh when he's hurting — it breaks you. When you're both ready to reconcile, somehow it ends with your back to his chest, his legs mixed with yours, and his warm hand holding you snug to his body.

Also likes this position because it lets him nuzzle in right on the wispy hairs at the bottom of your neck or the big vein on the side.

Turn the tables on him by flipping over in his grip and facing him head-on. It's also a nice way to get even closer to him when you've had a bad day. A kind of haven can be found in nestling under his chin. He's alright with this — it means you can't see his face and the obvious love-sick tint to his eyes.

Rensuke Kunigami

the kind that doesn't know his own strength

best likes the space-saver, aka, one person laying on top of the other. Boy doesn't care which of you is on top. He likes supporting your body or you supporting his — something about being the other person's strength makes the back of his head tingle.

first time he lays on you, he doesn't check his weight at all, just flops down. Immediately thinks he's broken you when you squeak. After that he's almost too wary about hurting you. Am I too heavy? Can you breathe okay? Do I need to get up? You can get on top if you want. Relax Kunigami, just don't fall from orbit and you'll be fine.

Icing on the cake is when you play with his hair. Dude could be angry as an ox, ready to rip someone in half, and two minutes of your fingers in his hair has him fighting to stay awake and spend time with you. What was he angry about again?

One time you fell asleep on his chest, all blissed out and comfy, only to wake up in a shiny puddle of your own drool. You were, understandably, mortified, but the embarrassment turns to affection when he casually disregards the whole thing: it's just a shirt, it'll dry.

You figured you repaid the favor when several weeks later he was one on top of you, head burrowed unceremoniously into your stomach, arms underneath your back, refusing to look up or speak. The reason revealed itself when he finally met your eyes.

Tears. Tiny sniffs too. Four words: I failed my team. That was all he said before digging his face back into your skin. It took time, and a lot of encouragement, but he did eventually snap out of the funk and even apologized for messing up your clothes. It'll dry, you said, and you shared a little snicker.

[sturniololol]

-He knows-

pairing: Chris Sturniolo x female reader

warnings: SMUT! lil bit of degrading! cheating! use of the word slut! unprotected sex!

other warnings: idk shits ass i wrote this in literally 2 hours, first time writing smut smut.

not proofread :)

⚠️ there is smut below this line ⚠️

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It was now 3:45 when they started letting people in for the pre-show Meet and Greet, where you stood quite literally freaking out towards the back of the line.

“I don’t know why you’re freaking out so much, you’re literally meeting three dudes.” your current boyfriend states while looking at you with a bitter expression.

“because they’re all good looking, not that you aren’t but.. you know?” you giggled trying to lighten the mood only making it worse, while he rolls his eyes in response.

It was your turn now, as you’re walking up to greet them you make eye contact with Chris feeling your knees go weak. He gives you a smirk letting his eyes trail down your body, smirking more as his eyes land on you and your boyfriends hands intertwined at your side.

You let go of his hand and try shaking off the feeling by letting yourself walk toward them. Starting with nick, you quickly give him a hug before saying a quick “hi, it’s nice to meet you” with a huge smile. You continue down the line to matt giving him the same interaction as you gave Nick.

Your eyes travel to Chris noticing the smirk never left his face, he continues letting his eyes move all round your body before stopping at your eyes.

“What? are you to shy to say hi and hug me?”

he laughs softly while pulling you into a hug before leaning down to your ear whispering.

“Or is it the fact that your little boyfriend won’t like it?”

He lets his eyes flick back over to your boyfriend standing by the curtain impatiently waiting while sending him a smirk as you both pull away.

You take two different photos with all the boys before giving them all hugs again symbolizing a goodbye, but once again as you got to Chris he pulled you in tighter and repeated his past actions of whispering in your ear.

“you smell good princess, hopefully you’ll be at the Meet and Greet at the end of the show”

He smirks once again against your neck before pulling away, you immediately feel your face flush before mumbling a quick ‘thank you’ and walking back over to your boyfriend.

“What the fuck was that.”

Your boyfriend states angrily while looking at you, you honestly couldn’t tell him because even you, yourself didn’t know what just happened.

“um.. i don’t know, he was just being nice. why are you all angry about it?”

You mumbled softly continuing to walk away from the area towards the stage

“Oh i don’t know? maybe because bro was fucking flirting with you”

He groans before scoffing and following behind you, while grabbing your hand again.

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It was now after the show and there’s another Meet and Greet. You walk up to the second floor of the building where it’s being held, with a smile stained face while your boyfriend is once again rolling his eyes in annoyance.

The minute you walk into the room you and Chris make eye contact again while the same smirk returns to his face. Chris sends you a wink that goes unnoticed by everyone but you and your boyfriend, causing him to let out a scoff.

You go down the line again making small talk and getting your stuff signed by Nick and Matt. You begin to feel anxious as soon as you realize you now have to talk to Chris, one on one.

“Hi again princess, glad you’re back.”

He smiles at you while his eyes scan over you again while taking a hold of your pass, signing it before grabbing one of his Chris cards writing something on it before looking up at you, watching as you read it.

“(xxx-xxx-xxxx), text me after you leave.”

“if i was you, i wouldn’t let him see what i just wrote on that.” he says with a lazy smirk handing you another card that’s blank

You let out a little giggle while looking at him feeling your cheeks heat up feeling as if they’re on fire.

“well i should move along and let the next person talk to you and stuff, congrats on winning Christopher.”

You smiled before leaning in for a quick hug goodbye before folding and hiding the card that he wrote on in your pocket, walking away sending Chris a wink while he laughs a bit shaking his head.

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You’re now leaving the venue with an irritated boyfriend and a hungry stomach, he’s been going on and on for 20 minutes about how Chris was flirting with you.

“can you just shut up already, i’m your girlfriend not his.”

You paused snapping at him while looking him dead in the eyes before continuing.

“look im sorry.. i’m hungry, can we just go get food or something.”

You mumbled before turning on your car looking over at him, with a slightly annoyed look.

“yeah, i guess. i’m down for whatever”

He replied softly while putting his seatbelt on as you drove off. you drove for a little while before coming across a food spot that you were both okay with eating at.

As you sit in a booth your mind rakes over everything that has happened today remembering that you had Chris’ number literally in your back pocket.

“i have to pee, i’ll be back.” you say quietly excusing yourself from the table, making your way to the bathroom.

It’s been about an hour and a half since you last saw Chris so everything should be done by now. You thought to yourself as you went into the stall pulling out the card, reading over it again with a smile.

You take your phone out of your jacket pocket while clicking on new message and putting his number in typing out a message.

You: its y/n, from the M&G.

You sent off not expecting an answer back, after about 10 seconds your phone vibrates with a message back

Chris : well hello princess, didn’t expect to actually get a message from you.

You : well consider this your gift for winning

Chris: or you can come congratulate me properly.

You: Hmm, tempting but you must have forgotten, i have a boyfriend

Chris: fuck him, come see me. (insert location)

You sit in the bathroom trying to contemplate on what to do, you finally decide to say fuck it and go see Chris. You walk out of the bathroom going back over to your boyfriend who’s sitting there waiting on you.

“i’m so sorry my mom called me and she really needs my help”

You spoke out softly trying to make it sound convincing, while looking at him with a frown.

“whatever, go. i’ll get an uber home.”

He mumbled clearly more annoyed because you were ditching him to ‘help your mom’ but what he didn’t know won’t hurt him.

You kiss his cheek while running out to your car quickly getting in before driving to the location Chris sent you. noticing it’s a hotel you laugh to your self before texting him again.

You: i’m gonna need the room number dumbass.

Chris: 308

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You make your way into the hotel while feeling nervous as you find yourself getting closer and closer to the room that he’s in. You find yourself standing outside of it for a good 30 seconds before knocking.

He opens the door with a smirk before stepping towards the side letting you have room to walk in, closing the door behind you.

“I was kind of expecting it to be your bitch of a boyfriend trying to beat my ass, but this is so much better.”

Chris spoke out in a deep raspy voice while grabbing you softly by the neck pulling you towards him.

“mm, such a slut leaving your boyfriend to come see me.”

He mumbled out letting his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips, before connecting his lips with yours and pushing you up against the wall while you let out a soft moan.

He laughed softly against your lips while he moved his kisses down your neck, biting and nibbling softly at your skin.

“C-Chris, don’t leave any marks”

You panted out letting your fingers find their way to his hair and tipping your head back, giving him better access to your neck.

“Oh it’s too late to say that, princess.”

He chuckles leaving two more dark hickeys on your skin, while allowing his hands to move to your ass grabbing it roughly.

“f-fuck chris”

You moaned out softly while tugging at his hair, letting your eyes close letting the pleasure consume you.

“are you gonna be a good girl and show me how good you can ride me?”

He mumbles deeply before pulling away from your skin, looking down at you waiting for your answer.

“p-please, wanna be good for you.”

you spoke innocently while looking up at him giving him ~those eyes~, watching the smirk return to his face.

“strip. now.”

He grumbles looking at you with needy and half lidded eyes.

You followed his directions taking off one piece of clothing after the other, while he watched you intently. Then he followed your actions taking off all of his clothes as well.

“Chris, i don’t think that’s gonna fit-“

You spoke before Chris cut You off with a deep laugh

“Oh, i’ll make it fit princess.”

He looks at you with his eyes full of lust while walking over to a chair, sitting down motioning for you to come sit on his lap.

You walk over to where Chris was sitting and straddled him while letting out a soft moan as his cock made contact with your soaked folds

“so wet for me already baby, good thing i didn’t plan on doing anything else to get you wet.”

He spoke hungrily as he gripped her hips guiding them so you grind over his hardened dick, before lifting you up guiding his tip to meet your entrance.

“show me what you got, princess”

He looks up at you before you start easing your way down onto his cock, causing you to let out a moan while he lets out a deep groan.

“fuck Chris, you feel so good already”

You moaned out loudly while letting your hands rest on his shoulders while his hands made their way to your hips again.

He quickly became tired of how long it was taking you to take all of him, so he stood up with you in his arms and laid you on the bed before roughly thrusting into you.

“fuck.. so tight for me”

He groaned out reaching up grabbing your neck with his left hand, while you became a whiny mess under him

“oh- CHRIS, RIGHT THERE… FUCK YES”

You moaned out loudly while he was viciously fucking himself into you moving his hand up to your mouth, pushing two fingers past your lips

“suck.”

He stated while letting out another groan as you followed his orders sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers. taking them out of your mouth he trails them down your body stopping at your clit, causing you to let out louder moans as his fingers quickly rub circles around you.

“tell me i fuck you better than your boyfriend, slut.”

You let out a loud whiny moan as you make eye contact with him

“FUCK- you fuck me so much better then my boyfriend, chris”

Chris’s voice sounds deep and lustful, as he moans in a rough and angry manner as he continues thrusting into you, but at a faster pace now.

“FUCK IM SO CLOSE, OH MY GOD-“

You scream out feeling yourself clench around him as you pulls him down so his chest is against yours, letting your nails drag all down his back

“F-Fuck i’m gonna fucking cum”

Chris’s breath turns to heavy gasps for air now as he leans his head down to yours. His teeth are clenched and his eyes are closed tightly now.

“cum for me Chris”

You loudly chant as you feel yourself falling over the edge, becoming overwhelmed with pleasure while you grab his hair tightly pulling it with one hand and digging your nails into his back with the other, while letting yourself release around his cock

“FUCKKK”

He loudly groans letting his head fall forward as he pumps you full of his warm cum feeling it paint your walls white

He thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and running to grab a towel, he begins cleaning both you and him off while you lay there trying to catch your breath, realizing what you just did.

“i’m definitely texting you next time i’m in town again”

He chuckles starring down at you while you sit up looking at him

“holy shit…that just happened.”

You mumble with a laugh while he laughs too, handing you a water bottle while looking at you.

“you think bitch boy knows?”

He jokingly asks while putting his boxers on throwing one of his shirts at you

“oh he definitely knows, i forgot to turn off my location”

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Paring: Dom/Rafe Cameron x Reader x Dom!JJ Maybank

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Y/n’s pov

“Just say it, Rafe. You’re a dick! You harass my friends, you harass me and you scare every dude away that I talk to. What’s up with that shit!?” I yelled at Rafe after I barged into his room and argued with him for a good few minutes.

He just scared a boy away that I actually found nice and attractive. Rafe tends to scare boys away somehow and for no reason what so ever and not tell me why.

“Don’t need you makin' anyone a victim around here, y/n,” Rafe said as he walked over towards his desk and took a sip of his alcoholic drink that’s probably been up here for days.

“That’s not your decision to make, Rafe. And what the fuck do I even do to you? I barely fucking know you!” I yelled at him. “I just moved here 4 months ago and it wasn’t hard to realize how fucked up you were,” I said, making him laugh.

“Fucked up? Ha, that’s funny. No, no, what’s fucked up is that you and your little Pogue friends keep getting in my way. You guys walk around here like you own shit,” Rafe argued.

“Why does that matter? It shouldn't bother you at all! All you do is bitch and cry about how Pogues are coming over to your part of the Island and having fun,” I said.

“Not every Pogue is gonna be working for you or suck on your dick, Rafe! It doesn’t matter how fucking good-looking you are. Not everyone wants that life!” I yelled at him, getting angry.

Rafe chuckled as he thought to himself. What was it? Did I say something wrong? This isn’t the time to laugh. Anytime he laughs, it's never the time to laugh.

“You even think I’m hot. Shows what you Pogue’s wanna have,” Rafe said, sounding cockier than ever. “What the- When the fuck did I say that shit!?” I asked him, in a are you crazy voice.

“You said I was good-looking. I mean, that’s not hard for me to see, but coming from you, it's a compliment. You don’t seem like a lair type or even the type to call just anyone good-looking,” he said, making me roll my eyes.

“It’s sad that you only heard that out of every other thing I said,” I said. Rafe had walked around me and towards his door. I thought he was going to kick me out until I turned around to see him closing his room door.

“No need for that, I gotta go anyways. You’re a waste of my time,” I said as I walked towards him, thinking he’d get out of my way so that I could leave and get back to JJ who’s probably taking shots and smoking a joint with the rest.

“You know what I think is a waste of time? You think I’m somewhat attractive but never put your thoughts to use,” he said as he began stepping toward me so I started stepping back.

“I have no thoughts,” I said as he scanned me. Rafe has looked at me like this before but being in this situation makes it different. It’s like he’s actually making a move instead of just talking.

“Are you sure about that?” Rafe asked as he grabbed my waist tightly but softly and pulled me into him. “Rafe, what are you doing?” I asked as I tried pushing his hands off of me until he lifted my chin softly with one hand.

“Stop acting like you haven’t thought of me fucking you instead of these bitch Kooks. I bet you get jealous that I’d get with anyone, knowing you’re better for me,” Rafe slightly smirked at me.

“I have to go,” I said, trying to move to the side and leave but he kept me in his grip. I looked up at him, very shocked at his actions until he cut my thoughts off and softly pressed his lips on mine.

I never thought of Rafe doing anything like this to me. Mainly because I’m a Pogue. There are plenty of attractive Pogue’s that have tried getting at him but he never tried it out. He hates us. Why is he kissing me?

Rafe moved from my lips down to my neck to suck and make love marks, causing me to let out whines as I gripped his shoulders to push him back but I couldn't. I can’t. It’s like I don’t want to.

“Wait, Rafe, no. No, we can’t be doing this. Rafe! Rafe put me down!” I demanded him as he picked me up and brought me to the side of his bed where he dropped me. “Who said we can’t?” Rafe asked as he pulled his shirt off. I stayed quiet and just stared at him.

“Because of JJ, huh? You scared he’ll get angry at you fucking his enemy?” Rafe asked. I wasn’t even thinking of that. JJ would be pissed off if he found out I even stayed in a room alone with Rafe.

“Aren’t you too old for bro code, baby?” Rafe asked as he tugged on my skirt until he got them off. “Rafe!” I shouted at him, acting surprised like I didn’t know what was next. Why am I not fighting him away? I can’t just let this happen.

“Yell at me again, and I’ll make a tape and embarrass you,” Rafe threatened. “Or do you not care? You’d probably like how angry the girls would get,” Rafe said as he pulled his shorts down, just enough for me to see his cock jump out. He’s big…

“Turn around so I can see a view of that pretty ass,” Rafe said but I didn’t move. I just looked at him, shocked and shy. I can’t do this to JJ. Not just because he and Rafe go at it all the time, but because me and JJ have a small thing going on. This would break him.

“Y/n, we’re too far into this for you to make me do everything,” Rafe said with a slight tone but I stayed still. “Why am I always doing shit myself,” Rafe angrily said as he roughly pulled me up, turned me around, and pushed me onto my stomach.

“Rafe, this isn’t-“ I tried saying but he quickly grabbed a full hand of my hair and slightly tugged as he leaned closer to my ear. “I don’t have time for that shit right now, y/n. Either you moan my name or shut the fuck up,” Rafe growled.

I kept my mouth shut, listening to everything until I felt his tip brush up against my entrance. That’s when I started moving and trying to push him off, now realizing how messed up this is, but it was too late.

Rafe forced himself into me with a hard thrust, causing a loud moan to escape my mouth. “That’s more like it,” Rafe said before using his free hand to push my waist into the bed and thrust into me.

“Rafe,” I choked out as I grew wet every second. My stomach began tightening. “You good, princess? This Kook dick gettin' to ya?” Rafe chuckled as he sped up his thrust, knowing I was close.

“Slow, slow,” I begged as tears formed in my eyes but he liked that. He loved the sound of me struggling to breathe and speak. “I don’t think you like that, baby. I think you like it rough and mean,” Rafe moved the hand that was on my waist to my face and tightened his grip.

“I think you want me to fuck your cunt full of my cum so you can fantasize about it every time I yell at you in the future, huh? Am I right?” Rafe seriously asked which is sick but he's not wrong.

“I bet you get wet and throb when I call you out or get smart with you. You love the nasty comments and pervy looks I give you,” he said reading me like a book. “You’re just another slut, dick drunk for me. I’ll make you come back to me,” he growled in my ear.

“It’s better if you come back to me because if I come back, I'm gonna fuck you harder than the last time I did, and I don’t think you’d enjoy that overstimulation. I’ll fuck you for hours until I’m satisfied with my cum leaking out of your pretty little cunt,” he growled in my ear as I cried in pleasure.

“Aho! Guess who decided to join us,” Rafe said, confusing me until he turned my head towards a shocked JJ. Ah shit... I fucked up.

“Rafe,” I struggled to say as I tried pushing him off. “Rafe, get off,” I started panicking as JJ watched Rafe fuck the life out of me. I can’t let this happen. I can’t. Shit!

“You didn’t want me off of you a few seconds ago. What? Now that your little best friend is here, you wanna act different? Wanna act like you weren’t about to cum on my cock?” Rafe asked as he began to roughly slam every last inch into me.

“Rafe!” I cried out as tears began to stream down my face. Unfortunately, it’s not because I feel bad. It’s because I can feel the best orgasm right around the corner if Rafe keeps fucking me and talking to me like this.

“She’s been tightening around me ever since she saw you. She likes the thought of you watching her,” Rafe said. “No! No, no, no,” I repeated, trying to get up but he was to strong. “Come over here and drop the angry act. You can’t be mad, seeing a body like this, knowing you could be in it, easily,” Rafe said.

“JJ, I’m sorry. Just, please, get him to stop. Get him off,” I begged, trying to get on JJ’s nice side as my legs began to shake. “Please get him,” I whined as my eyes rolled back. I soon came hard around Rafe’s cock and legs.

“Fuck,” I breathed heavily at the feeling of Rafe keeping his paste. He won’t even let me come down from my high. “Rafe, Rafe!” I whined in the sheets but he didn’t like that. He pulled my head back by my hair and gripped my face tightly.

“No, you’re gonna moan and show JJ how much of a good time he can have if he came over here,” Rafe said, turning my face towards JJ once again. “JJ,” I whined, just to whine as I’m too fucked out to think straight.

“You can only think about how hard you're getting fucked, huh?” Rafe asked but I didn’t want to answer. I couldn’t answer. “Fuck, I’m close,” Rafe groaned low as his hands gripped my waist tightly to fuck me rougher as his thrusts slightly got sloppier.

“R-Rafe,” my voice cracked as my eyes rolled to the back of my head once again. “Sucking me in? You want me to cum in you, huh? Want all this Kook cum, hm? Tell me, baby. JJ won’t mind,” Rafe said in a slightly desperate voice.

“N-No, I can’t” I sobbed, embarrassed at my actions. Embarrassed that I love the way Rafe is fucking me. I’m embarrassed at how I’m sucking him in, so desperate to feel every inch and all his veins that he so desperately wants to give me.

“Say it,” JJ said, catching me off guard. “What?” I asked low. “Say it!” He repeated more angrily. “Jay…” I said, not knowing if he was pissed off and would walk out if I say it or if he’d like it. “Say it y/n. Now!,” JJ demanded.

“I-I want it, Rafe,” I whined. “More,” Rafe demanded as he gave my ass a slap. “I want it so bad. Please, give it to me,” I begged. “What exactly do you want, princess?” He asked, causing me to sigh loudly. “I want your c-cum. Please cum in me, please!” I begged and soon after, Rafe bucked his hips, pushing deep into me as he filled me up.

I moaned mixed with cries as I felt his seed leak out of me. Why do I love it? Why do I want more?

I covered my face in embarrassment, hoping they’d both leave me here but I soon felt a hand grip my hair harshly and pull me to my knees. I looked up to see JJ. Jay fondled his belt buckle then pulled his jeans down as well as his boxers.

“Wait, JJ, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice still having cracks on it from Rafe fucking the voice, moans and cries out of me. “You wanna whore around for Rafe, but not me?” He asked as he jerk himself in front of my face. Why are these boys so big?

“You wanna cum on his cock, beg for his cum, let him cum in you, breed you!? But you can’t fucking kiss me when you’re drunk out of your slut mind and flirting with me!?” JJ angrily asked.

Before I could say anything, JJ pushed his cock down my throat right as I opened my mouth. I instantly gagged on him, causing his hips to buck.

“Fuck. Look at those lips around my shaft. Never knew I’d fall more in love with those eyes with my cock down your throat while making you cry,” he said. I moaned at how my pussy throbbed…

“What? Do you like being dragged around and used like it’s our last day on Earth? I bet you’re growing wet at just a dick in your mouth, huh? So fucking pathetic,” JJ growled. I can tell he won’t last for long. He’s trying his best but his thrust is beginning to become sloppy.

“Fuck, y/n. Look into my eyes. I wanna watch your eyes grow while I feed you,” JJ’s legs slightly shook as his cock twitched in my mouth. Before he could say anything else, his own moan stopped him as his seed traveled down my throat.

I whined as my vision slightly got blurry. JJ tried keeping his eyes on me but his own eyes kept rolling back at the intense orgasm.

“Agh fuck,” JJ pulled out and slouched over, trying to catch his breath with his hand still in my hair. “That front seat show made me rock hard again but I sadly have to get out of here,” Rafe said as he started putting his clothes on.

“Y’all can stay up here and sleep with me tonight. I’ll start shutting the party down and maybe we can uh, you know, threesome?” He asked. He was genuinely asking. Rafe Cameron asked for something. From Pogues!

“Is that okay with you, baby?” JJ asked me. “Of course,” I said. “Okay great,” Rafe said in a slight exited tone as he made his way towards his room door. “Oh, and if you guys come down and drink a little, make sure she’s on your hip. One word to any dudes, even my friends, then you take her back up here and fuck her in her ass until she’s drenched every inch of my sheets,” Rafe said.

Of course, my pussy throbbed at that thought. I’ve only experimented anal with myself and honestly, I’m ready for someone to help me out.

“Got it,” JJ said with a chuckle as he looked down at me. Rafe left the room and seconds later, JJ picked me up and placed me on the bed. “I know you’re aching,” JJ said as he leaned down toward my core.

“I can hear how wet you are when you move those pretty thighs,” he said, now separating them. “JJ, wait. I-I’m too sensitive right now,” I said. “Do you think I care? After you gave all What’s mine up to Rafe? I should fuck you anal just for being a dick-drunk slut,” JJ angrily said, only making me throb.

“S-Sorry,” I apologized. “It’s okay, baby. But the only apology I’m accepting is that pussy in my mouth, okay?” He said, making me nod my head. “Words baby,” JJ rubbed at my clit, causing me to clinch around nothing.

“P-Please eat me JJ. I want you so so bad. I-I can feel myself going crazy. I-I just need it. Please,” I begged. JJ wasted no time to dive into my starving pussy. I needed someone’s lips and tongue lapping around my cunt. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I grabbed JJ’s hair, causing him to groan on my cunt as I humped his face. “Fuck!” I moaned loudly as he gripped my hips to pull me closer. “My pussy,” JJ breathed heavily then went back to violating my cunt.

I can’t believe I let my best friend and Rafe Cameron do this to me tonight. They’re the two people I’ve never thought about having anything with. How could I? It’s sick. Maybe I am sick… Or maybe they just make me feel too good.

[error501blog]

Ninjago Avatar the Last Airbender AU

There has been a lack of these in the Ninjago fandom and it personally offends me.

Background to get out of the way: these are characters existing in the Avatar universe. The gaang have their adventure which affects the ninja leading them to meeting each other.

Cole

Cole lives in the Fire Nation as a noble.

Jk, he lives in the Earth Kingdom. He lives in Gaoling and attends Master Yu's Earthbending Academy. He has a lot of pressure to succeed and do well because his nonbending father Lou shows him off. Lou does a lot of community theatre, but doesn't have much time for Cole. Cole and his father were heartbroken after his mother's death. She died helping a small village fight the Fire Nation. They're distant and barely know each other.

He wishes to have more value and help people with his Earthbending just like his mother. He never expresses this to Lou, knowing his father wouldn't let him. He seeks out ways to help people and runs into a man who goes by Wu. He's young, in his early 30s. He offers Cole to join the White Lotus. (but cole doesn't know it's the white lotus)

Cole talks with his father, trying to bond with him. They break out into an argument, causing Cole to run away with Wu. They're searching for more White Lotus members, now that news of the Avatar returning has given them hope.

Jay

He lives with his parents in a more industrial part of the Fire Nation. His parents work in a factory, so Jay is often left alone at home playing by himself. He likes to tinker with gadgets and taught himself how to bend lightning. (Jay has some weird thing where he can't do normal fire, but can do lightning. It's because he's always wanted to power things, so his brain is just wired that way. In his teen years he tries to undo it, but can't) He's insecure as he can't bend fire like a normal person is viewed as a freak. He's talkative and a little cuckoo as he talks to doodles he made and pretends they're friends.

Overall, he has a nice life with his parents, completely clueless of being adopted.

It all changes when he meets this weird dude from the colonies and this other buff dude from the colonies. One of the dudes, the one with the mustache is really obsessed with paisho. They keep helping him out and being friends. He learns their names are Kenji and the buff one is Gen.

One night there's this serious mood in the air. Jay decides to play paisho and he learns the pairs real names. He soon learns about the Order of the White Lotus. Wu does some really dubious thing, offering Jay a chance to learn engineering at a higher level. He doesn't tell Jay the cause and purpose of the White Lotus yet.

When Ed and Edna hear about the offer they're ecstatic. They hope Jay will get rich and help them. They let Wu steal Jay away.

Zane

Zane lives in the North Pole. He is chill. His father died recently, so he's depressed, but he's doing alright. He desires to help people beyond the North Pole. He's skilled in bending water, as he trained under Pakku for years. Pakku can tell Zane has a desire to help people. Zane doesn't vibe with other people from his own Nation and is very awkward around them. Pakku decides to send Zane to Wu, knowing he'll be better there.

Zane is sad about leaving his home. He finds Cole and Jay very nice, but weird. He has no idea why they can't talk about missions in front of Jay. Zane finds the Earth Kingdom odd, and hopes Wu comes back from his trip to the Fire Nation.

Kai & Nya

Kai is a blacksmith who lives in the countryside of the Fire Nation with his sister. They don't know why their mother is and Ray is serving in the war. Kai is a firebender, while Nya is a waterbender. They live in the Fire Nation as their appearance is more Fire Nation than Water Tribe. Kai is no master of firebending, only knowing tricks to help him with blacksmithing. Nya, is worse off, as she can barely move water without getting angry and giving up.

Kai is angry and wants the war to end, so his father may come home. He feels comfortable being a recluse in the forge, whereas Nya goes to school. They both work hard at hiding their Water Tribe heritage. It's Kai who goes greater lengths than Nya.

Kai is focused on making money so they both can survive. He wants to wait for his father to come back. He spends most of his time in the forge. Nya likes to read about inventions and breakthroughs, but can't work on her craft as she lives in the countryside.

They get visited by a strange man and are annoyed with him for wasting their time. I supposed the they in this case is just Kai. Kai is annoyed at this strange man from the colonies browsing his workshop.

When Nya comes back from school and the man sees her he's intrigued. (As in Wu has a really good hunch)

One night Nya wakes up detecting an intruder. Kai rushes in to fight against the intruder. The intruder is very good, he extinguishes Kai's bending quickly and much better at wielding a weapon than Kai. Nya panics and does a surprise attack with her water on the intruder. Kai uses the distraction and tries to knock him out. The intruder reveals themselves as the man from earlier. He begs them to join the Order of the White Lotus. Wu recognizes they have great potential to be powerful benders. He tells them their mission and what they do. Nya joins because she's sick of hiding her waterbending and wishes to improve. (She ends up getting tutored by Zane) Kai joins out of fear that Wu would spread their true heritage. He doesn't want to get killed. They both go on a boat to the colonies, awaiting to meet with the group.

The meet up

The five all become a group, very unsure of what Wu is planning. Nya is the happiest, as she is being trained by Zane and improving at a very fast speed. Cole is enjoying himself much more than his time at home, but he and Zane agree that they haven't done anything substantial. Kai is the most suspicious of Wu. Wondering why he'd get a group of five together. Why would he do this? What does he want? Kai is snooping when he's not getting training with Wu. Wu is a firebender so he trains under him directly. Jay spends most of his time playing around. (Wu can't lightning bend. Wu knows most in the Fire Nation Royal Family can. He also knows only one other person outside of this, but it's due to other factors)

Cole and Zane join Kai on inspecting their living quarters. They find a bunch of scrolls on the Spirit World. At dinner they bring this to Wu's attention. Jay figures out he's being lied to. (And doesn't care) Nya is pissed. Wu comes clean, saying the Spirit thing is a side project. He wants them alive to fight on the side of the Avatar. He says the Avatar will have an army, but they need ninja. He wants to train them to be ninjas.

I'll make one about Lloyd and his family later. I need sleep.

Any questions, please reblog with.

[salmonella-in-human-form]

I’ve not seen this specific topic discussed when people talk about Disco Elysium yet so I’d like to mention it cause I think it’s so so so cool.

So Harry ripped the shit out of that poor poor Skua right? Garte thinks Sylvie did it because she was angry at him but that’s not the case at all, Harry was just super fucked up and took his mad anger rage out on that little taxidermy’d bird.

This detail is largely irrelevant to most things, merely showing how much of a roiling mass of sadness Harry was before we met him (and giving Garte another reason to be sad).

But dear reader, what if I told you it could have far reaching symbolic significance. Let me explain.

Joyce says:

“Proof of reality”, and our little Harrier in an attempt to destroy his being and erase himself from reality, brutally breaks the insulinde’s symbol of that proof right before losing himself in a sea of neurotoxin, forgetting all that ties him here.

Is that anything? Idk, I just think it could be cool

It’s also a symbol of hope and stuff, Harry’s hope being destroyed (he himself killing the bird symbolising hope and new beginnings)

BUT through the progress of the game we can repair that hope in a new way, not by easily fixing the old Skua, but by finding a new bird, the Ruffled Grouse. A different sort of hope for a different sort of Harry. A New New New New start for him, if you will. Proof that Harry can change and feel bad about the awful things he has done/ does, isn’t that nice?

It’s also a symbol of the advent of Dolorianism which is also fun to draw parallels to. 51’ is a shit time to be living in Revachol, so maybe it’s time to shake things up a bit get ‘Le Retour’ going and do away with Dolorianism, usher in a new age by stamping on the old imperial one, let’s hope Harry’s an Innocence or something. (and hopefully a Harry that is now removed from Delores and hopefully on a path of truly moving on from her, like Jesus SIX YEARS dude)

That’s all I wanted to say, I’m sure other people have said similar things about this, I just think it’s nice to draw parallels between things in this subtext rich game.