#now we have to close it everytime smh

[pinkyjulien]

Alright Stinkies ARE BACK ✌🤠

Valentin & Mitch | 636/?

[moore-nocturnal]

totk some spoilery thoughts

I'm really enjoying the game so far! I got the game later that Friday had to work the next day and playing it today. Still in the beginning but I've got the paraglider and some hylian gear. Work one of the great fairies and so forth.

Got two memories that definitely made me questions lore I suppose but we still have the rest of the game! I will say the caves really got me 👀 but paranoid. The one enemy they brought back and it HAD to be like likes 😩 I will say the many times I've accident killed myself just attaching shit to arrows and remembering too late not to stand to close.

Definitely made me use the bow more. It wasn't my go to actually lol I also had so many arrows and never know how to use them probably. KEY things so far, you cane get your HORSES 🐎 back! From BOTW I was so happy 😊 also the new tunes that link hums 🥺😔🤘 🥹 I just luv cooking just to hear different ones. He's sounds so proud of himself everytime he fuses weapons 🤣 I don't link the them walking trees, first rocks now trees 😞

BUT bokblins with armor had me stunned for a few minutes when I was making my way to Gordon city. I was expecting to lure them in the water but then they got in and they were fine 😭 then I noticed smh. Tulin is such a cutie I started over in the herba region and I have to go back cause I ran out of supplies. But I'm close it whatever is hidden in the sky.

But those are some thoughts 😌 might make some art lol

[the-crow-binary]

The LoI cast for the meme :>

Okay >:D

Leon:

The OG Belmont <3 The one who went through hell, betrayed by his bff, forced to kill his betrothed, and cursed his whole clan to hunt the night for eternity <3 And yet, no matter the pain he felt, no matter how tempting it was to just give up, he never faltered. <3 He betrayed the church to follow his own morals and save his betrothed... well it failed, but still <3 I love him. <3

Sara:

MY HEART ACHES FOR HER. But i also absolutely love the idea that, everytime the Belmont would fight with the VK, everytime they would slay Dracula with it, she was there <3 In the whip <3 It was her power, he sheer will that made all of this possible, and even thought it's tragic how she's forever trapped into a weapon, if it wasn't for that, humanity would've been doomed. <3 The TRAGEDY. I'M WEAK FOR IT.

Ofc, none of that would have happen if it wasn't for MATHIAS:

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH BUT HE DESERVED TO HAVE HIS ASS KICKED FOR ALMOST A THOUSAND YEARS. (i'm very much weak for his porcelain boy design <3) I was tempted to check the "they could've been such a great character" thing because it could have been better, like there was a lack of him throughout the game to make everyone really care and feel the betrayal and everything. But i think he's a great character still <3 (but i might be a little biased lol) And at least, he's not reduced to just a concept, unlike his ded wife >:(

Talking about her:

Yes, she might not have much of a personnality due to how unexistant she's been in the game >:l But at least her design is top tier <3 Lovely, majestic woman <3 (and i will forever HC her to be tall) Anyway, outside of fanon and my own interpretations of her... there's not much to tell. I love her more because of how i imagined her and her relationship with Mathias than because of what canon gave us, for how little it was lmao

And you know who ELSE deserved better from the canon ? Joachim.

Granted, at least, HE had an apparition. But he still deserved better >:l He seems so interesting, we have only hints of his past with Walter and it doesn't tell us much outside of "i hate him and want his throne". And then we have conflicting informations, like the fact his 300 yrs/old, but has been turned by Walter, but also Walter is 42... and yeah i guess you can say he's been turned at 42 but idk. I like the idea that he's younger than Joachim as much as i like the idea that he did turned Joachim and all the things that could've happen to lead to the current situation :( (Also i was VERY close to check "not to be a homosexual, but". Kojima's artworks of him are just so <3 Aaaaa <3)

Now, to talk about the one, the only, redhead bastard of his century: Walter Bernhard.

He has no right being that hot, for a start. There's not enough panels to describe my feelings about him in this bingo. What can I say, i love him. Not as much as Dracula nor Mathias, but i do <3 I think he's a good villain (and a very funny one if we think that he's only 42 and already bored with his eternal life), and I still very much want to know his past with Joachim. >:(

Now there's a character he has a past with that we know enough of. And it's the old-man-but-actually-he's-not-that-old man: Rinaldo.

Not much to say about that man tbh. He sure is there, and I do appreciate him and everything he does. And also the tragedy of him having to kill his own daughter because of Bastard Bernhard :'3

Well, i guess that's all... Or is it ? There's still one character i didn't talk about...

Death. <3

He saw Mathias and was seduced immediately <3 Also he's a little bastard for betraying Walter, but tbf, if Walter was bored, chances are Death was too, and Mathias was bringing him something new and exciting so who can blame him, really <3 (not like Walter deserved him anyway, smh. how much you wanna bet he was seeing Death like a servant or even a mere tool more than anything ? At least Mathias saw him as a person <3 Enough that he'll become his most trusted confidant <3 They're so cute fr)

I think that is all. <3

[khaleesiofalicante]

I was doing chores and reading and discussing with myself about this chapter. My family thinks I'm crazy, but they don't understand this pain and angst😔

ALSO LOOK, I LOVE MY BABES SO MUCH. I AM NOT TAKING SIDES BECAUSE THEY BOTH HAD REASONS AND THEY BOTH FUCKED UP AND ITS NOT FAIR TO BLAME IT ALL ON SOMEONE

But at the same time... Max, honey, love... What the actual fuck??

Not me vibing with TS and singing as if someone broke my heart when I'm just thinking about them lmaoo

“Where is your wedding ring?” David asked.

Max didn’t turn around. “I lost it. I’m sorry.”

Fucketty fuck😭

Me reading that Max texted her everyday and he had so many photos with her and other pics: 🙂IS THIS BITCH FOR REAL???

Also the contrast of David on the flashbacks feeling so much and thinking a lot about Max and about how much he needs him, and in the present we are devoid of that and we just see him acting... Wow

“You are being mean,” Max said quietly. YOU LITERALLY STOPPED TALKING FOR MONTHS WTF?? Sorry, I am angry at these idiots

For a hot sec I forgot Max couldn't have children. I'm sorry babe😬

Love me when all the characters on a story are so fucking ✨complex✨

Yeah, yeah, Mallory is crazy. What's new?

Words poured out so fast that he could barely see his fingers moving.

But not as fast as the tears running down his cheek.

Damn, he asked for the divorce after this, right?

Dani I drew the line with hurting my boys!! AJ and Lance are off limits 😭😭 although I am kinda obsessed with Mavid being amazing parents 🥺

"I want to be one cheering you on. I want to be waiting for you at the end of the line. I want to be the man Anjali Rosales loves. That’s my flex and I’m freaking proud of it.”Rafael Santiago Lightwood-Bane, I fucking love you so much 😭😭 get yourself a man like Rafael and nothing less than him!!!

Also not him planning the perfect date and thinking of everything but the kids😂

Apologize to Lance right now!! I feel like a mother saying this omfg

You know? All of this could have been avoided if Mina was here to give Max a smack on the head smh😯

“Because when he went away last time, everything went bad.” MY BABY😭😭 TOO MUCH LANCE ANGST FOR A DAY!!!

I don't know why this hit so hard. Why does Lance think Max doesn't like him?? And if the way Max looks at David is hate, I can only imagine what love looked like...

Jaden istg I am trying to dislike you and you keep doing all this wholesome things, it's getting hard😭

Oh, he saw that video Lance took of Max carrying them all huh??

“Darling, what is it?” Jaden asked.

David closed his eyes.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

David opened them.

“What?” Jaden chuckled.

“Do you love me?” David asked.

This feels as if he is fading from reality and going back to one where Max didn't say that and he is the one saying "I love you" here. There's something about this scene and the way you wrote it. I can't explain it but I am amazed by it.

"Will you say it?” David asked. “I’d like to hear it.”

Jaden pressed a kiss against his jaw. “I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you,” Jaden smiled. “I love you so much.”

David smiled. “Good.”

I don't think he wanted Jaden to say it... Also ha! He doesn't say it thrice!!

I didn't know it was going to be in parts?? So excited to read next part and 100% ready to get my heart broken!!!

Omg I just wanted to put some thoughts in here and I accidentally made a reaction to this chapter. Funny what the mind can do lol

Not so fun fact: I ended up with an injured finger while I was running away from my father who wanted to tickle me (I'm just really easy to tickle and he knows it and uses it at his advantage everytime ok?!) and I just sat on the floor trying to get the bleeding to stop while I was reading this chapter, so you could say I have read IALS while both emotionally and physically in pain ;)

Me reading your analysis like

[enrapture]

Can you share a spicy story/fantasy that you enjoy thinking about?

One time I was over at a crush of mines house (now ex friend he’s an asshole we don’t like talking about him) but uffff he was fingering me on his bed while eating me out and oh my god I was spazzing and couldnt keep my hands down. It felt so nice my eyes rolled back and I just kept moaning into his pillow. Never came but I came so close he just couldn’t keep the rhythm. He also didn’t know how to kiss I felt everytime he kissed me I didn’t feel his lips on mine ever. Maybe that’s why he ghosted me and stopped talking to me despite our many years of friendship. I wish he would’ve communicated with me. I think we could’ve resolved it all over simple communication. He stalks my shit tho. Haha.

He also did this thing where (I’ve never had this done before until him) he told me to open my mouth wide and he’d spit in it??? It was surprisingly hot. I did as I was told everytime. I also loved how he would call me princess and have me lay in his lap and he’d give me spankings and play with me. I also took photos for him specifically for a long time just to get his crummy ass attention. Esp a photo shoot I did in my room with a collar on talking about being his gf / pet shit. The things I’d do for him smh. Ffffff I miss his hands tbh. I also miss our conversations. Why can men be such dicks when they don’t get their dick wet fast enough? Like sorry you gotta put in a bit more effort / consistency, respect/ be emotionally available and take me out on actual dates to get this pussy. SMH.it really wasn’t hard. Fucking fail. But I think about him every now and then.

I’m sure he’s gonna read this since he stalks my other social media accounts like a Freak 🥰💗

[nex-ture]

(disclaimer: i’m not shouting at you dw, i’m just excited haha) THIS IS REGARDING THE SPECIAL EVENT: HELLO!!!! MY NAME IS JESS👌🏻👌🏻 MY PRONOUNS ARE SHE/HER AND I AM THE BISEXUAL WITH A LEANING TOWARDS MEN😌😌 IF IT IS POSSIBLE COULD I HAVE A MATCHUP FROM OBEY ME? I’M 5’2, WITH SHOULDER LENGTH BROWN HAIR AND ALSO BROWN EYES,(dominant genes smh) I HAVE FRECKLES AND AM USUALLY DESCRIBED TO HAVE A BABY FACE👍🏻 I ALSO TEND TO LEAN TOWARDS MORE MASCULINE FASHION, AND AM ESPECIALLY A FAN OF TROPICAL THEMED OUTIFTS- BUT REALLY JUST ANYTHING BRIGHT AND COLOURFUL IS SOMETHING I LEAN TOWARDS🏝🐠🍍I’M INTROVERTED, BUT AROUND MY FRIENDS I’M VERY ENERGETIC AND EAGER TO PLEASE!! GENERALLY I JUST REALLY LIKE MAKING PEOPLE LAUGH AND BE HAPPY, I FIND IT FULFILLING😌😌 BUT MY SOCIAL BATTERY IS ALSO SOMETIMES A LITTLE FAST TO DEPLETE, SO I ALSO NEED A LOT OF ME TIME FOR ME TO FEEL COMFORTABLE AND LIKE MYSELF AGAIN😊😊 MY HOBBIES INCLUDE ROLLERSKATING, DRAWING, READING, AND GOING ON WALKS. AND THAT’S IT!! I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I THINK THE GENERAL IDEA FOR THIS EVENT IS REALLY COOL, AND THANKS SO MUCH FOR DOING IT!!!

Beelzebub

Yall don't understand how hard it was to find this damn Beelzebub photo.

Dear Jess,

I've just started writing and seemed to ha e gotten some crumbs on the paper but just think of it as a gift. I miss you lots and wish I could be with you in the human world but Lucifer has been piling more work for us as of late. I'm really hungry right now but instead of eating my food I wanted to right you this letter. I miss your smile and the way you lit up a room everytime you entered. I miss the way you would avt as if the whole world wasn't there. You were everything I wanted to be and more. I can't wait for your next visit, Levi got a box of good shipped in and he says his willing to wait for you to eat them again. Please visit soon, we all miss you .

‎

- Love Beel

‎P.S: There should be a box of devildom specialties with this note

‎

Event: Closed

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Haikyuu manager headcanons!!

Okay so these adorable teams all have the softest spot for their tiny little manager-chan, and here's how they all treat her.

[Ari's note: okay manager fics and headcanons are my absolute favourite and I love writing them]

*.` | Karasuno

They are extremely laid back with you, compared to some of the other teams. They give you your space, at the same time listen to you when you have something to say.

Respectful simps. Similar to how they act with Kiyoko (ugh yes queen-chan) they're in tears whenever you do things to motivate them, like cheer at their practice matches or give them good luck charms.

They still have the good luck charms you fastened on their bag before one of the matches.

Tanaka and Noya would literally worship the ground which you walked on. Like wow how did they get so lucky as to have three?? Cute managers?? On their team??

Yachi and you would probably subtly simp over Kiyoko with them too ngl.

Hinata and Kags would probably see you as an older sister, eventho you're their age because you're so caring and responsible.

Suga is literally your mom and Daichi is your dad. They make sure you're all healthy and you're doing well in school.

Asahi gives you hugs whenever you're sad or upset! Fite me but I think this gentle baby gives the best hugs ever >:( he's like your comfort senpai and you'd do the same for him, especially when he's feeling insecure or down.

Yams would probably be very shy around you, but he'll warm up in time.

Ahhh the best part. Tsukki! He'd find you annoying and simply not get why you're so Mcfreaking happy at first (shut up u salty beanpole, manager-chan is just a ray of sunshine, okay?) But he soon finds it endearing and slowly gets closer to you.

You walk home with Yams and Tsukki every day since your houses are close, and Tsukki walks you to your door to make sure you're safe!

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita all see you as a little sister and often help you with your managerial duties.

The team cares and respects you so much, and are so thankful you've joined them!!

Meat buns at Ukai's are your hangout spot, and everytime you see them chilling you're so thankful to have such great friends.

*.` | Aoba Johsai

Aaah we're at the team of one of my favourite characters!! I'll start with Oikawa (can't you tell I'm so biased omg)

Oikawa absolutely adores manager-chan because although she's tiny, she's very strict, and doesn't let his fangirls near the gym when he's practicing, which he appreciates.

"yn-chan, you're so good to me, can I take you out as a thank-you?" Cue Iwa-chan's ball which comes flying at Oikawa's head. "Stop flirting with the manager, shitty-kawa"

Iwa's very fond of you too, but he doesn't let it show too often. Sometimes he picks up your favourite coffee from the vending machine and claims that he bought it by "accident". (How believable<3)

Kunimi probably sends you weird tiktok videos and tags you in funny memes. Very wholesome 10/10.

Kyotani just?? Doesn't understand you?? Like wow, she's small but the team listens to her?? Why?? He later finds out you're the manager. Mad dork here didn't know you were managing the team for the past month, and thought you just came to the gym to watch them practice. Smh.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki give you headpats and like taking selfies with you, much to Oikawa's dismay. He wants to be the only one taking pictures with you.

Like no manager-chan. Stop. Get away from them. My phone's right here I wanna take selfies with you :(

Kindaichi is cool with you. Y'all are bros and you game together sometimes.

Watari and Yahaba join too, and they're surprised to know that you're so aggressive when you game.

Cue a jealous Oikawa who struggles learning how to game just so he's invited to play with you. Simp smh.

They're all very gentle with you, and since you're their first female manager, they make sure to never make you feel uncomfortable.

You guys like grabbing ramen together and having eating contests. They really bring out your aggressive side but you love them for it.

*.` | Shiratorizawa

Can I just say Semi bsf material? Yes? Yes. Semi Eita is best friend material.

Makes you cute little Spotify playlists and you help him write lyrics to songs occasionally. You play an instrument too and you guys can just jam out for hours on end together.

You get the idea of applying to be the manager because of him, and it all took off from there.

Goshiki loves you. You're fond of your kohāi, and you genuinely just give this touch-starved future ace a lot of hugs and cuddles, which he's SO grateful for.

Like wow, y/n-chan isn't just pretty?? She's also so sweet? And smart? And capable? Semi why have you been hiding her for so long??¿ >:(

Goshiki is just so protective of you, he'd commit murder if he had to.

You have to earn Ushiwaka's respect, yk? And slowly but surely he comes to realise how dependable and responsible you are, and treats you like an indispensable member of the team.

He's got your back. And if he ever senses you're upset, he's trying to cheer you up as best as he can.

"do not feel upset, those grades will mean nothing to you in the future. I doubt you will be able to remember what you got in your second year, third monthly test." You think he's being sweet, and yes he is (in a way), but he's also trying to be reasonable and logical.

Tendo loosens you up and you tend to play pranks on the others with him.

The funniest was when you tried to prank Ushijima by adding wasabi to his onigiri and he?? Didn't get it??

Like "y/n-chan, Tendo, why did you add wasabi to this onigiri? It would've been so much better with tuna mayo??" And he has no reaction whatsoever?¿?

Cue Goshiki who tries the onigiri because he wants to prove he has spice tolerance like Ushijima, eventhough you can low-key see him tearing up.

Shirabu is your voice of reason and you and him often study together. You also have deep and philosophical conversations at 12 a.m. over text, and it is just so wholesome.

He respects you so much, not just because you care for him, but because he finds your brain so fricking smexy.

These eagle babies bring out the best in you and you're always eager to push them forward and bring out the best in them.

*.` | Fukurodani

First thing's first, besides Akaashi, you are the only other person who can cheer up an emo-mood Bokuto.

Just say "Hey Bo, you're gonna look so much cooler when you spike the ball like the true ace that you are" and his hair's all perking up and his eyes are shining.

Akaashi thinks you are an angel sent from heaven.

You're very soft on your baby owls, and they genuinely just love getting positive affirmations from you.

Akaashi always blushes when you compliment him on his sets. And you can hear him murmur genuine words of gratitude.

The other members do too. They're glad because sometimes people focus on Bo too much and forget to give them recognition, yk? It's easy to get overlooked :(

But thanks to manager-chan who's so attentive with all of them, and who's aware of all their quirks and moods, they're all so touched and so so happy.

You have a habit of getting cold pretty often, especially since practice finishes late and it's pretty chilly by then.

Konoha always lends you his jacket and walks you home, since your home's are the closest. There's just something about you that makes you soft.

You get along really well with Kaori and Yukie, and you'd definitely consider them your best friends, considering y'all are in this thang togetherrrr!!

The Fukurodani team are just all a bunch of crackheads, but they're your crackheads and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

You're a very tight-knit family, (like ugh I just get lots of comfortable, safe vibes from Fukurodani :(( <3)

You guys hang out at the store near your school pretty often to recharge after grueling days of practice together.

*.` | Nekoma

My second favourite team, Nekoma!! They are precious, gentle, soft babies and I love them to bits and pieces >:(

I'll start with Kuroo. You've always had a tiny soft spot for Kuroo ever since you've become his lab partner in chemistry class.

His notes are immaculate. I mean, cmon we're all hoes for pretty notes

You think he's so incredibly smart and talented, so when he suggests you become the Nekoma manager, you just agree right away.

You guys grow closer since you've started spending more time with him, and you banter around more often than not with chemistry pickup lines.

"hey kitten, let's form a covalent bond"

He's so whipped after you retort back. Like wow she called me sodium fine and said I'm like an exothermic reaction? Permission to simp??

(Ari stfu this isn't a Kuroo fanfic)

Kenma and you definitely play animal crossing together, and he even lets you try his switch, after you guys grow closer.

Kuroo is so insulted, he's never even touched Kenma's switch before >:(

You also push Kenma to do better during practice and he starts to care more about volleyball, since you seem so enthusiastic about it.

Yamamoto isn't even subtle about his simping smh T-T unlike Kuroo, he shamelessly flirts with you, and can't wait to show you off to Tanaka and Noya at the next camp.

"we have such a gorgeous manager now, Nekoma is ThRiViNg" he says in his head with this ridiculous dopey ass smile on his face +_+

Since deep down inside, you're a huge baby, you, Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka get along so well. They're just happy energetic kittens, and they make you feel so happy.

y'alls energy just match, yk?

Although Fukunaga is shy to tell jokes, he tells them to you, because he knows you'd never judge him, and you actually kinda enjoy laughing along :) he's so touched.

Momma Yaku!! Yaku always lends you his jacket and makes sure to carry snacks for you in his bag. He knows you care so much about the team that you often neglect your own health, which is why he's always there to make you're feeling healthy and good.

Kai and Teshiro help you with your homework and like talking about their favourite singers with you.

They're all just such amazing human beings who treat you so well, and you feel so blessed to be a part of their team. You adore them so much, and they adore you back tenfold.

*.` | Inarizaki

[Ari's note: Ello there luvs, you've made it to the bottom of this sweet hc post and just get ready for Inarizaki :( they're my favourite team of all time, and I'm just so biased, I'm sorry ;-;]

Inarizaki's entire team just adores you so much, they think you're the light of their lives.

They're all super touch starved babies, and once you realized that, you've made sure to ensure they never feel that way.

Aran is kinda like your protective senpai, and his heart flutters ever so slightly when you call him that senpai kink oops and give him headpats, and he loves patting your head in return.

The twins are so incredibly soft for you.

Their fangirls are sometimes pretty mean, but one glare from the duo is enough to shut them up.

Osamu cooks bentos for you and gives you the warmest hugs when you ask for them, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hand is almost always in Atsumu's because he's so slick?? Like y'all, this mf would be like "y/n-chan, my hand has been aching for a while now" and when you go to observe it, he just pulls your hand into his and pulls you to follow him.

His entire body heats up when you kiss his cheek after a particularly good game, and his brain literally goes "grrrr empty", when he's usually so sly.

The twins are your bodyguards, they follow you everywhere and protect you all the time.

Enter Suna Rintaro, your meme king. He definitely records funny moments that happen during practice and send them to you, just to make you laugh, or memes of the members.

He also definitely takes pictures of you when you aren't noticing, simply because he likes the way your hair looked, or because you looked so beautiful.

Like the twins, his eyes widen whenever you kiss his cheek or ruffle his hair, and it's literally like suna.exc has stopped functioning.

Congrats manager-chan, you broke the kid -.-

Omimi might come across as stoic and cold but he's actually a huge softie, and you often give him positive affirmations.

He's also definitely a huge lover of your hugs, and looks forward to them as motivation to play well.

He'd never tell you though, he's shy™.

My baby Kita compliments you all the fricking time.

"y/n-chan, I mean this is the most sincere way, I think this hairstyle looks stunning on you"

Or "you're so capable and you work so hard, I'm so thankful to have you by my side"

And he has the most genuine expression on his face, his eyes are so earnest and shining so bright.

And when you smile at him, he's like oh shit I made her smile, depression whom? I only know serotonin.

Ginjima is usually rash but with you, he takes his time and weighs everything he says.

He doesn't wanna accidentally hurt you and regret it since he was being careless and not thinking at all.

You calm him down when he's getting too hotheaded with gentle words and he's suddenly a blushing mess.

Unlike some of the other teams that tease you a bunch, Inarizaki treats you so gently. Their little princess, as they think of you.

So mf-ing protective, like if someone looks at you wrong, you can totally bet Atsumu's going for their ankles, sangwoo style, or Osamu is trash talking them to their knees.

Would drop anything and everything to help you if ever needed.

They think you're they're entire world because you go above and beyond for them, and they genuinely love you. Like actually LOVE you to bits and pieces.

—*.`

[Ari's note: AHHH so the manager fic is done this was literally such a joy to write!! I hope you enjoyed it

Big big hugs <3 have a beautiful day, luvs!!]

[sadlisogie]

I know people who say tubbo is bad at lore feel like clowns rn.

this stream showed perfectly why c!tubbo is such a good character and his subtle character development while still holding true to his personal values. especially as an individual and always from tommy or ranboo, who people constantly group him with. instead of the happy go luck optimistic kid he was in the beginning, he's jaded and a pessimist. everytime foolish tried to make things lighter and reassure him, tubbo shut him down ("well we can make new memories!" "no. it will never be the same").

he's tried to be nice, tried to peaceful and negotiate, but everytime people have called him a tyrant, a yes man worthy of no respect, have blown up his home and in a specific case, killed him. so now he's forced to intimidate to be take seriously.

but he's still selfless and is still trying to be as kind as possible. he doesn't wanna hurt or torture anyone, and he still trusts too easily, still sees the best in the people he's close too.

I'm so excited to see where this arc takes him, and if people finally start viewing him as the great, nuanced character he is (including cc!tubbo smh /lh)

[saintrocklee]

Here’s some more! Itachi, deidara, tsunade, minato, hashirama, shisui (I love him) shikamaru, neji, temari, killer b and omoi, also samui (barely any screen time but she can choke me and I’d be happy)

OOOOOOOOF; here we GO:

ITACHI: repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

THE WAY I AM ON MY KNEES FOR THIS MAN. 🧎🏼‍♀️🤰🏼 he can’t cum unless his partner says “i love you” and honestly? same. cocky smug lil motherfucker that secretly just wants to take care of someone and also be taken care of. literally got me on all fours like “i volunteer!!” — soft dom. we’d get married and have two kids.

DEIDARA: repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

this man is annoying. he speeds right past being a stage five clinger and goes start into stalking. has to ask you if you came :( would be a fun drunk fuck after a party - lots of sexual tension and flirting but good luck getting rid of him without a restraining order. acts tough but turns into a pitiful whiny mess in bed. got off on me making fun of him and now thinks we’re in love. smh.

TSUNADE: repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

M O M M Y. ahem. THE BOSSIEST OF BOSSES. cocky and for a GOOD reason. absolute gorilla grip. but doesn’t just fuck to fuck. we’re close friends that have seen each other naked no big deal. can’t commit cause of issues which is fine because i’ll never not be pining over kisame :(

MINATO: repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

he’s like a depression meal. i’d try him cause i’m not doing anything else, get overly obsessed, and then get bored and never do him again. he’s also a TRICKSTER. comes off so nice. you’d think you’re safe & in control and then BOOM. suddenly it’s “yes daddy” this and “i’m a good girl i promise” that. sluts you OUT. he’s so pretty omfg. the boruto animators could have given us minato 2.0 with naruto and then nuked him with a receding hairline. tragic.

HASHIRAMA: repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

i’m sorry i can’t EVERYTIME i think of hashirama i think of this pic & my vagina closes down shop

SHISUI: repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

i’ll be honest i don’t know him very well but i know mans need a hug. and some extensive therapy. we’ll start with a hug though.

SHIKAMARU: already did!

NEJI: repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

i told him he had nice hair at a party once and his lawyer showed up at my house the next day with a cease and desist letter. tenten told me he was kidding but we’ve never spoken since.

TEMARI: repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

WOOOOOOW. scary good in bed. SCARY. intense too. not interested in making this a regular thing - literally gone by the time you wake up. i left my number on a napkin for her on the nightstand and she left it there after writing “lol” next to it. when i see her months later she literally doesn’t remember me.

KILLER B: repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

the second he tries to rhyme “clitoris” with something i’m booking it. absolutely not. i do love him; still love the way he whooped sasuke’s ass. we’d be bros.

OMOI & SAMUI:

tbh i don’t remember either of these guys very well but they’re hot so they can hit. i’ll allow it.

[azogwhoreignerstilinski]

Watching S1 of Teen wolf

Episode 5

Watching alone this time, so this one is dedicated to @whowasfuckenreddieforit, since they couldnt join me.

Wowee did i shake with joy when Peter appeared at the video store. Yes i know he was a-murderin but its PetER HaLe.

As my mutual likes to say, i "scream 'Peter omg its peter' everytime a corpse shows up on screen" which might or might not be true,

I will admit, that shot with Jackie and Lyds was hilarous. The most unrealistic part: Jackie not already knowing exACTLY where The Notebook is shelved😂😂

Also Stiles Stilinski is the absolute cutest and yes, Oral Fixation stiles is one of my headcanon

Derek seems a lot calmer than i expected. Him just out here casually breaking Scott's hand and the calm in his voice when he says "It'll heal".

This man is tired of dealing with this whinny teenager, poor Scott. But Derek's face when he does it, its like he doesnt want to hurt scott but he thinks its the best way to teach him.

Also Stiles is 100% more involved and worried about the werewolf stuff than Scott, like Stiles has his priorities straight (might be the only straight thing about him lol), even though hes not even a werewolf. Like, when Stiles goes to check up on Lydia, he asks about the "Mountain Lion" business first, not at all like Scott when he needed the Wolfsbane bullet from Allison.

Kate makes me want to curl up and cry but then we immediately get some Hoechlin eye candy so i feel a little better. Also the workOUT MUSICC ISTG-

Oh no I'm crying again, because Laura deserved better. Fuck you, crazy-Peter. But mostly fuck kate. Because Peter wouldnt have gone crazy if she had just nOT BEEN A FUCKING PEICE OF SHIT AND KILLED HIS WHOLE FAMILY, CHASING AWAY HIS LAST PACKMATES WHO FLED OUT OF JUSTIFIED FEAR

And now I'm heartbroken because Derek said at the start "We're predators", about werewolves, but like Kate talking about licking Derek makes my skin crawwl amd really, she's the real predator here. Idk. Its just scary to me. You know. Cuz of the whole using-him-to-kill-his-entire-family thing.

The Scallison scenes scattered in just give me anxiety, i wanna know whats happening with DEREK AND STILES GODDAMMIT! SCALLISON WE GET IT, YOURE IN LOVE.

Stiles is just 100% main character material for this tho, he's out here trying to contact people, figure out the mystery.

MY BABY IS BEING TORTURED WITH 900 000 VOLTS AND IM CRYING INSIDE AGAIN.

Kate's voice makes me so uncomfortable, and the actress did an absolutely amAZING job at playing the villain, i want to make sure i credit her for that. She played her role remorselessly.

I really sympathise with derek, cuz even tho he's big, tough and strong, he is still just a scared little boy being revisited by his nightmares and it broke me even though I already knew all this.

Yes, before anyone asks I simped over security-cam Peter Hale. Very eerie imagery, one of the shows stronger points. The spooky parts are my fave

Oh look, MORE scallison. Im sorry it just frustrates me because their romance is one of the weakest points of the show to me, like even Jackie and Lyds as the Bitchy Duo has more flavour to me. Closeted and rude gay/lesbian solidarity, anyone?

Aw Jackie bby nooo. I know he's been a dick but hes just a sweetie, the poor kid. Just this scene of him crying and losing his cool, trying over and over and failing at getting the ball in, breaking down in the end. Too sad, and it really hit close to home.

Lydia getting her shit together was honestly motivating. This girl, i really can't handle her sometimes, but she is a queen honestly just for being able to pick herself up. At the end of the day, she trying to live in this world, she's just more viscious and and motivated to get to the top. Hearing the way her paremts spoke about her, and Lyds putting her perfect, cold, unaffected face on in the mirror made me feel like "This girl KNOWS what they must be saying, but she is sitting here with a little smile because she KNOWS she has proven them wrong". And that. That is admirable.

Also coach cupcake is the best and Sheriff Stilinski always ready to back his boy up. The similairities between Stiles and his dad has me wanting to give a standing ovation to both actors. You can just tell the characters are related in the way they speak and their facial expressions

The teacher beatin down on Mama McCall has me FUMING! SHE IS A GODDAMN GIFT. Fucking sexist- acting like she aint doing her absolute best smh.

Chris Argent trying to fight Mama McCall is funny he couldnt even for a SECOND. Like listen Papa Argent, you are hot af for an older man, but Mama McCall is my Mommy (YES I MEAN THAT IN AN INCRIMINATING WAY) and no way is your attitude helping you win me over lmaoo.

OH GOD THEY HIT THE FUCKING SHERIFF WITH A CAR.

Oop- Papa Argent just saved the day. Guess i might forgive him a lil bit for hashing it out with Melissa.

[angelmichelangelo]

i’m about five years too late and nobody asked for this except me and i need to just get this out of my brain because it’s 2am so here’s a list of things i wish happened on glee that didn’t HERE WE GO:

- new directions being actual teenagers. just them hanging out. going to group sleepovers. giant study sessions (because school exists in this universe?) like remember in tpp when they were eating lunch together ? that’s what i wanted MORE of. just them being actual friends. a sleepover episode is all i wanted imagine all the abba songs we could have gained from that episode

- a halloween themed episode. the closest to this that we got was the ‘thriller/heads will roll’ mashup which YES was iconic but im greedy and it’s not enough. my idea for a halloween episode is that the gang gets trapped inside the school after staying behind to idk rehearse? or something? and then things get progressively worse as they start to go a little mad, thinking the school is haunted and they split up into pairs trying to find an escape and they think they’re seeing ghosts/someone lurking around the school and they’re getting real spooked but it turns out it’s just sue fucking with them lmao

- kurt and finn being brothers. THE POTENTIAL WAS THERE and sadly after furt we are left with crumbs. why ?? WHY?? little moments like finn saying that he’s driving back home with kurt or them saying they can’t do something because they have a family thing would have been good enough. more scenes of them hanging out in their home with their parents would have been *chefs kiss* but alas. it never happened because glee writers are bastards

- based off my last point: sam actually living at the hudson-hummel house because he actually did live there? but nothing is ever said like what’s the dynamic there why weren’t kurt and sam and finn close if they all lived together for what? like a year? was sam living in the mf shed? did he ever get close to carole and burt?? where tf did he live when everyone went off to college did he just stay in their house lol who knows not me LMAO

- blaine dealing with his trauma ? mental health was never dealt with very well on this show. emma’s ocd was just ignored after she got married or whatever and blaine mentioned his trauma once and then it was ignored until it was mentioned in passing a few seasons later and even he just brushed it off and it was never brought up again like wtf. i have no idea how they wrote a whole episode about hate crime in bash and they never once thought to have blaine and kurt have a single conversation together, let alone a conversation about how they’d both been victims of a hate crime. AND THE ONLY TIME BLAINE DOES MENTION IT IS IN TESTED WHERE ITS JUST USED AS A REASON FOR THEM TO FIGHT AAAAAAAA no wait im calm it’s okay. i just would have liked to have seen kurt and blaine have an emotional moment together in that episode that didn’t include blaine singing and kurt being knocked tf out. just sayin.

- kurt dealing with HIS trauma !! again, glee gets bad points for talking about mental health and it just is crazy that they had so much potential with kurt, ie: depression, anxiety, ocd (kinda?) his bullying, being literally assaulted (i see u ryan murphy taking that whole plot line so loosely mmhm) and then shoehorning in the fact that he was suicidal AT THE SECOND TO LAST EPISODE when they had a whole episode about suicide and they could have mentioned it at any time but ofc they didn’t because the writers just wanted to shove in as much as they could in the flashback episode AYE AYE AYE the potential!!!! oof.

- literally just more tina. jenna ushkowitz is a fantastic actor/singer/preformer and she was criminally underused. i like the episode props because of two reasons: one. everyone switching characters was amazing. and two. some actual tina scenes. even if she.. technically was rachel but also herself or something? either way. i digress

- this is just in general but MORE ABBA AND ALSO THE CARPENTERS and also some sound of music songs would have worked GREAT but they already had like a million songs and as the show progressed they veered away from old songs and more towards popular songs at the time to help chart numbers blah blah blah whatever it’s cool. but also how did they only do a few abba songs that is criminal

- a more fleshed out ending that wasn’t so rushed. like rachel won a tony and everyone else is just? there? why is sam at mr shue’s house ??? how did artie get up the stairs? did quinn graduate from yale? and where tf was kurt and blaine’s child during ‘i lived’ because burt and carole are vibing in the audience and rachel isn’t pregnant so like? is the baby just?? alone somewhere in the wings?! lmao where are u bby girl!! but once again i know they didn’t have the time to do it so idk it’s fine what they did it just sucks we didn’t get more! but again. fanfic exists so yah im all good

- more of blaine’s mum. or mom, in this case i guess. why cast gina gershon and then give her ONE line like ? ik there was a whole deleted script that explained why she was there but i love that up until that point blaine seemed like he genuinely murdered his parents, lived in their big house all alone and when people got suspicious he just told them that they were “out of town” :) either way pam is great i love her and i wish she had more to do in the one episode she was ever in. not even a moment with blaine?? wasted.

- more of cooper anderson, matt boomer is so fucking funny everytime i think of the emotion tornado i bust a lung laughing like it’s so fucking stupid but oh my good i love it. (and if you haven’t watched the special feature of cooper’s transformers audition tape please please watch it because it’s just so funny.) ik he was just a special guest but i wish they got him back for at least the wedding ep but guess my mans was just busy. boo ;(

- going back a couple of points, i wish they’d done a whole episode like props. every actor here just shines when they’re impersonating each other. finn and puck as kurt and blaine is beautiful and quinn and sugar is incredible. also idk why they refused kevin the right to wear the cheerios skirt; they could have put a little more effort into some characters but that’s glee for ya lmao but yeah. a whole episode like that would have been so much fun

- they should have let chris colfer write more episodes. purely for the fact that he wrote with his own bare hands the whole scene where lea michelle’s character gets dragged down a road by dogs. this guy. it’s a shame he only got to write one since he actually did a really good job! i would have loved to have seen what other episode ideas he had :)

- glee in the summer! obviously it only was centred around the school year but after season 3 who honestly gave a shit about the glee club and mckinley lmao i wanna see them in SHORT SHORTS and POOL PARTIES but nope we just got september - june so like rip all my hopes and dreams

- WHAT HAPPENED TO DALTON? bitch just burst into flames ?? and for WHAT?? oh yeah plot convenience smh this is so sad i wish they’d either written something better than “we need the warblers to team up with new directions so uhhh the school burnt down” like. it’s a private school. if the school is gone and they’re just staying at mckinley what are the parents paying for? they’re just cool with sending their kids off to public school now? every adult in this universe has been murdered by these kids, haven’t they? they’re just doing whatever they want jfc

- a wedding was a good episode. ish. and yknow, huge kudos to them because gay marriage wasn’t legal in the us at the time so im less harsh on the fact that they definitely threw up the rainbow flags and made it less about the characters getting married and more so “we have gay characters and look they’re getting married what a concept” but i do wish we could have gotten some more married!klaine since they don’t really have much to do after this understandably but a little moment alone together after the wedding would have been nice :) IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IM TELLING YOU

- get rid of the hummelberry friendship and send mercedes to new york instead. i have nothing else to add to this other than the fact that i mourn the fact that kurt and mercedes went from bffs to just. school mates. this is tragic this is traaaaagic !! and all for more of the rachel berry show smh

- every day i wonder what was going through carmen tibideaux mind when she watched the kurt hummel preform not the boy next door and was like :) and then watched rachel berry have a breakdown on stage and then proceeded to give rachel the spot at nyada and kurt gets payed literal dust. and THEN she had the nerve to tell him it was because his performance had no heart. AND HOW DID ADAM GET IN THIS BABY GOT BACK MOTHERFUCKER?! nyada is a circus school oh my god !!!!! kurt deserved better im telling yall he deserved so much better

there’s so much more i could rant about but im going insane im so tired and i need psychological help after watching glee so im gonna leave it here and say peace out homies it’s been fun but i need to sleep so bad

[resilientdolan]

Drown (G.D) - part 8

A/N: i feel like screaming at grayson and bianca while writing this. more like screaming “DATE YOU TWO WHAT THE FUCKKK” smh. also, i feel like squealing and crying at the same time while writing this.

Word-count: 1.8k

Summary: Bianca confessing everything led Grayson to confess to her as well, though they know it’s too late.

Tags: I FEEL ANNOYING FOR TAGGING THE SAME PEOPLE ALL OVER AGAIN SO IF YOU READ THIS, IT’S ALL DEDICATED FOR Y’ALL <3

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Grayson’s lips. On Bianca’s.

He gently brushes his thumb over her cheek as they kiss, and the other arm wrapped around her waist still. Bianca slowly pulls away after a moment, looking up at him as she shakes her head.

“Grayson, this isn’t right...,” she mumbles. She knows that she’s not supposed to kiss him. Though he’s the one who kissed first, she could’ve just push him away, instead of returning the kiss. She turns her face to the other side as she tries to avoid Grayson’s gaze.

“Bianca?,” Grayson calls for her, but Bianca remains silent. She doesn’t even move.

“Bianca, please,” this time he begs. He gently takes her hand in his to catch her attention, and it works.

“What...?,” she whispers.

“I—I... I used to like you,” he sighs frustratedly. “Bianca, trust me. I used to have a crush on you.”

No way.

“You? Crushing on me? Funny, Grayson,” a bitter chuckles comes out of her lips. She tries to let go of her hand, but Grayson tightens his grip.

“I used to, Bianca.”

“No way, Grayson,” she shakes her head.

“I was a coward. I thought you only consider me as a friend, not more than that. I liked you— I honestly don’t know, actually,” he groans.

“What do you mean?”

“What if— deep inside, I still like you, Bi?,” Grayson turns to face her. Again, she shakes her head.

“No, you’re not,” Bianca answers.

“Maybe the reason that I don’t want you and Declan to date is because I’m scared of losing you, not as bestfriend, but as my crush,” Grayson continues to speak.

“No, Grayson. You have Isla,” Bianca pulls her hand away, only to wrap her arms around her knees. “You’re not crushing on me. Maybe you were, but no longer,” she adds.

“Then why did it feel so good for me to kiss you, Bi? Tell me,” he begs.

Bianca turns to face him one more time, tears streaming down her cheek once again. “Too late, Grayson. You have Isla. And I’m not going to ruin what you have with Isla. No— hell no,” she sniffles.

“You said I deserve better, Bi—“

“I’m not wrecking your relationship Grayson!,” she yells, looking at him with teary eyes. “J—just please... maybe it’s better for us to stay like this. We’re never gonna happen,” she adds.

In the middle of their conversation, Bianca’s phone rings. She quickly takes it out of her pocket to find out her mother calling her. Quickly, she answers the phone.

“Yes, mom?”

“Sweetie, are you still with Grayson?”

She turns her gaze back to him. “Y—yeah, why?”

“Okay, good. Your dad and I have to go to the hospital now—“

“Mom? What happened?,” Bianca hops off the hood.

“Your grandma—“

Bianca widens her eyes as soon as her mom mentions her grandma. Her bond with her Grandmother is pretty strong, and they’re very close to each other. “M—mom? What happened to her?,” she can feel her heart beating faster as the panic attacks.

“She’s having breathing difficulties and we’re going to the hospital to make sure she’s okay.”

“C—can I go there?”

“No, no, it’s fine, sweetie. I noticed that you left your keys at home, so I’ve called Auntie Lisa and asked her to let you to stay there for tonight. And she said yes,” her mom explains.

“Is Grandma going to be okay...?”

“I’m sure she will be. I’ll keep you updated. Tonight, just stay at the Dolan’s, okay?”

“Okay, mom...,” Bianca answers before she shoves her phone back into her pocket, making her way back to meet Grayson.

“Are you okay?,” Grayson asks.

Bianca emits a soft sigh as she looks up at him. “Not really... Mom and Dad are taking Grandma to the hospital since she’s having breathing difficulties. And... she told me that I’m staying at your place tonight since I left my keys at home,” she explains, tugging at the bottom of her t-shirt, just right before she breaks down once again.

“Shh, hey, she’ll be okay, I promise...,” Grayson hops off the hood as he makes his way towards her, only to give her a hug. He knows that she loves her grandmother that much, and she’s scared of losing her. “Do you wanna go home and get some rest?,” he coos. Bianca slightly nods her head.

“C’mon, Bi,” Grayson wraps his arm around her shoulders as he walks her to the other side of his Porche. He opens the door for her, and she weakly crawls into the passenger seat. Once she’s in, he jogs to the driver side and hops in to get back home.

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“Here, you can wear this one,” Grayson hands Bianca one of his hoodies; his black Obey hoodie.

Bianca’s sitting on Grayson’s bed in his room. As he hands him the hoodie, she quickly puts it on.

“Warm enough now?,” he glances at her with a small smile on his face. Bianca nods her head quickly.

“Now sleep, Bi. You need some rest,” Grayson moves his hand up to smoothen her hair, with the smile on his face still.

“I’m not sleepy yet...,” she coos, looking up at her bestfriend.

“Alright, what do you wanna do then? Anything to make you feel better,” he runs his fingers down through her hair as he sits on the edge of his bed.

“Hm... I have no idea, actually,” Bianca sighs.

An idea comes into Grayson’s mind. “Okay, how about—“ he quickly reaches over to grab his Airpods from the nightstand next to his bed. He puts one in his ear, and puts the other one in Bianca’s ear.

“Grayson, what are you doing?,” Bianca looks up at him in confusion.

Grayson just shakes his head before he kicks his Converse off, then he lies down on the left side of his bed. He takes his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and plays a song from his library. Infinite Arms by Band of Horses, one of his favorite.

He motions her to lie down beside him. “Come lay with me, Bi. Let’s just listen to the song until we pass out,” he chuckles.

Bianca gives him another smile as he lies down beside him. She glances at him as she mumbles, “Can I pick the next song?”

Grayson nods his head. He hands his phone to her, letting her to choose the next song. She takes his phone from his hand and begins to explore his library. They spend few minutes in complete silence as they decide to enjoy the song instead.

Once his song ends, Bianca quickly presses play and her song begins to play. Wait by M83.

“Oh, so is this your favorite song?,” Grayson glances over at her as a light chuckle escapes him. She just nods her head.

Another silence.

Grayson shuts his eyes close for a while as he listens to her song. The moment he opens his eyes, he finds Bianca laying her head on his chest.

“Gray?,” she whispers his name.

“Hey, what’s wrong?,” he coos, moving his hand to the top of her head to brush her hair with his thick fingers.

“Is she gonna be okay? I don’t wanna lose her...,” she sniffles. The fact that her grandma’s taken to the hospital due to her health really bothers her. She cannot stop thinking about her.

Noticing her crying, Grayson move his other hand to lift up her chin so she can see him as he talks. “Bianca, trust me, she’ll be okay. Get some rest. We can see her tomorrow if you want...,” he coos.

She suddenly stops her crying as he answers. “Wait, can we? Will you drive me to the hospital?,” her eyes light up in excitement as he suggests so.

“Shh, yes, yes, I’ll drive you to the hospital, okay?,” he convinces her. He literally would do anything to stop her from being sad.

First, he made her cry. Now she has to go through a hard night.

“Pretty please,” she begs him, mumbling into his chest as she buries her face into his chest.

“Don’t worry, Bi. I will, okay?,” he promises her. He move his hand up to her cheek, cupping it gently as he hushes her to stop her from crying. “Everything will be okay, I promise,” he coos.

Bianca nods her head. “Rest, baby. That’s all you need,” he hums.

Baby.

Bianca slowly nods her head. She snakes her arms around his torso, holding onto him tightly. She knows that it’s wrong, to spend her night laying in her cousin’s boyfriend’s bed, with him, but Grayson is all she needs right now. She needs him to get through the night. She needs him to make sure that everything will be okay. She just needs a little attention from him now.

Grayson wraps an arm around her, while his other hand continues to brush her hair with his fingers. The feeling of him playing with her hair makes her more relaxed that she slowly drifts off to sleep.

It doesn’t take long for her to be completely asleep. Lying beside him, she looks so small. Grayson can’t help but smiles to himself as he watches her sleeping while holding onto him in complete silence.

Bianca, in his hoodie, sleeping peacefully in his arms. Oh, how he wishes to spend every night like this; chilling with the one that he loves, falling asleep on each other every night.

Isla could never. She can never chill. Everytime Grayson tries to chill with her in bed when he comes over, she’ll turn it into a hot making out session. It’s not like he’s not enjoying it, but sometimes he just wants to be more affectionate, not passionate about leaving love marks on each other’s neck.

“Too late, Grayson. You have Isla. And I’m not going to ruin what you have with Isla. No— hell no,” her voice echoes in his mind. His smile that he has from watching her sleeping peacefully slowly fades away as he remembers what she said.

He’s the only one to blame, for holding himself from telling her that he liked her.

Maybe if he did, he would’ve end up spending every night of his dream like that; tangled up with the one that he loves. Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t have to witness her crying that hard like what he just saw at the beach earlier that night. Maybe if he did, he would’ve end up dating someone that he deserves.

But he was young and he’s just scared of ruining their friendship if he chose to date her.

Maybe she’s right. It’s too late now.

Grayson lets out a heavy sigh as he gently caresses her cheek in her sleep. With a miserable smile on his face, he carefully plants a gentle kiss onto her cheek, not wanting to wake her up.

“God, I do love you, Bianca Reine,” he whispers.

[minstrivia]

; way down in bed stuy | m.

— a/n: this is my fic for the spring fic exchange gifted to the lovely @taendrils. enjoy babe xx

— pairings: jeon jungkook x reader

— genre: smut, light angst?

— word count: 5k+

— warnings: asphyxiation, rough sex, possession!kink, oral sex, edging, shameless infidelity, drug use/abuse (we got acid up in here. don’t do it kids), voyeurism, do people actually fuck in the rain like is that a thing?, unprotected sex cause like who wears a condom in the rain, smh who fucks in the rain tho, creampie, clearly he has a fat cock who do you think i am, dirty filthy talk, this is filth, morally i should be ashamed, i am not

— summary: as a final farewell you fuck your sister’s unbelievably attractive knave boyfriend that you definitely do not have feelings for...again.

This time you decide Jungkook is…pitiful.

You tell yourself that’s why you’d allowed him to approach you the way he did, his clothes tightly clung to him like a second skin, obsidian black hair that would normally adorn a disastrous fluffiness flattened to his head in a way that falls beneath his eyes in clumped spikes, and his skin flushed with a keenness that you’ve become way too accustomed to. He is palpably pitiful today—at least, more than usual. The temper surrounding him is a sombre stench, and the impromptu choppy slew of texts that had followed the silence of a missed call had been telling enough. So, when he’d stalked over to you, you’d expected it; expected his clumsy shoves at your shoulders, his incoherent rambling as his large palm haloed your wrist in a grating vise, recklessly jerking you behind him as he cantered fleet-footed, itching to reach his destination. And you’d counted on finding yourself stumbling, bereft of logical dispute, back to him—always back to him, everytime.

“Need you.”

“Jeon, what—”

Jungkook’s eyes are always glassy as they lure you in, drab dilated pupils seeking answers you won’t give (not now anyway) not when he’s hot, so fucking hot, his skin scorches yours perversely in a way that’d have you concerned if you didn’t know any better. But you know, you know he’s long consumed the insipid paper taste of acid and you’re getting the lusty aftershocks, the slated crest that befalls once the opiate has branched and ignited the blood in his veins—the peak of his trip, that’s when he comes to you, when he’s riding the most rhapsodic moment and he ‘needs’ to take you with him. You’ve gotten used to it too, letting him have you whenever and wherever he wants and you’d be more chagrined by the way you’re pinned up against him inhaling his suffocating musky scent of cinders and shorts on a merry go round smack bang in the middle of a children’s playground, if it weren’t for the steady retreating daylight. And the way he’s touching you—definitely the way he’s touching you, his hands wayfaring restlessly like they can’t decide where to perch, yet nevertheless, it’s vicious and fervent, earnest to make itself known, tips of his fingers cumbering at times and the amble thrums a sinful eagerness down the length of your spine.

“S’pretty,” he mumbles, lower lip sweeping across the washed plane of your collarbone as he does so. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, way too pretty, you know that? Tell me you know that.” His timbre is imploring, grasp that bit firmer like he’s afraid you’ll bolt from his arms—like you’re the only thing grounding him to this cruel reality, and you’re ashamed that you like it so much, ashamed that when his eyes descent pleadingly as he stares up at you, you feel that dulcet rush of empowerment, the one that voices how rapidly you could dismantle his treasured ego, how quickly you could make him beg and he would, he’d beg so tragically.

But it isn’t what you want, not now, not ever, so you give. “I know Kook.” Your fingers comb within the thickness of his tresses, the dampness making it weightier than it’d normally be as you rake it away from his forehead. “I know.”

You can categorise being with Jungkook when he’s like this into steps, advances that flow seamlessly into the other, and you’ve been doing this far too long not to know when the change comes, when something veers in his manner, morphs on his features and he’s feeling with an altered strain of vigour. This part though—this part is always your favourite. His sweetened tongue pampering you with enticing endearments and psychedelic compliments that have you reeling in want, in being wanted; it pours out of his mouth with zest, jumbles and clusters of vulgar curses and words that would put the both of you in trouble if anyone else were to overhear. And that’s when you think you hate him the most, when you have your flashes of clarity, fading out of the cosmos of everything Jungkook and sharpening to your surroundings. The rue frets at you then, a restless irritation manifesting at your nape his lips can’t chase away, and a spat formed to cut right at the pike of your tongue—it’d be futile though, because no matter what you say, you can’t blame him and selfishly you can’t blame yourself either. You blame circumstance, Bed Stuy, irrefutable attraction. That’s what you’re calling it, ‘irrefutable attraction’. The hours you occupy enthralled in the ardour of his steamy touch, intoxicated and heated whilst he consumes you in that gradual tack that makes you oh so delirious, your very own narcotic because that’s what he is—a vicious addiction.

Admittedly, you’d known from the start. When Irene had first brought him home, boozed-up on cheap spirits, mousy giggles bubbling up her throat as they tried and despicably failed to evade the wooden floorboards that had protested and groused under their ungraceful teeters; you’d been there to witness it all. The cringeworthy display of your elder sister, an arm slung around his shoulders as she hung carelessly off her ‘new boyfriend’, looking clammy and dishevelled as ever in her slurred greeting. And him, he’d seemed fine—later you’d realise he’d substituted the tart flavour of liquor for the earthy spiced mary jane—but then, he’d seemed in better condition than the wreck beside him. And something about him enticed? intrigued you, his magnetic stare studying you daringly, drawled speech bordering on mischievous and his smug smile, boyishly plagued. Too attractive, you’d thought. He is damningly way too attractive. His stunning features lost on the destitution of the neighbourhood, when instead he deserved to be plastered on posters, screens, billboards—still does. Except now you know he can also be so much more with the melodious voice you’ve had the privy bliss of hearing, that is so much foreign to his natural low huskiness, you’re sure he could sell out arenas, tour the world and leave this place and its memories behind for good. Like you want to. Like you are.

“God, I want you so fucking bad.” Jungkook’s hands finally root at the tapers of your waist, fingers splayed out possessively as if he wishes he could be touching everywhere at once. “You’re better than her, so much better than her.”

And there, the admonition of your vicious addiction. It had only meant to be a one-time thing, and even then was too much. But you’d given in—like you always do—give, give, give, playing into his wily wishes, and you weren’t drunk, and he wasn’t drunk, and it had been so so fucking wrong but you’d been curious, unbelievably curious; tumbling hastily into the unlit bar back storage room at your sister’s 21st birthday bash with her boyfriend in tow, his erection rock-hard and insistent on your thigh, mouth sucking and teeth clipping harsh mauve onto the surface of your skin and it had been way too easy to forget where you were when he fucked you, legs wrapped low on his hips, hiked up on the wall, hands clutching desperately at his nape for stability as he pounded into you brutally without falter. You liked what he had to offer, liked the way he dominated you in every way, liked the thrill of being in the arms of someone older, and it just felt right. It still feels right, in the moment at least, everything clicks and it feels like in some cruel twisted fate you’re meant to do this—meant to be with him.

“Jeon just—” You grasp at the base of his shirt. It’s cold out, not cold enough to have you shivering in seek of warmth, but cold enough to want his body nearer and it’s raining, previous heavy downfall simmering down to a softer spring rain. Regardless, it’s done most of its damage anyway, glazed you both over with fresh rainwater and his shirt has your palms feeling clammy; somewhere in the back of your mind you’re aware this isn’t a good idea, but it’s far back and you’re here. “—please.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook smirks haughtily, supple lips steamed on your skin and his breath warm with a choppy chuckle. This is how it always goes, your concise breathy pre-exchange on words of confirmation because he knows, you know, and you just both know. So, you allow yourselves to mould without inhibition, when he gives you what you want and you provide what he needs. Later, you’ll ask what’s on his mind—even though you’ve got a strong idea—and he’ll ask what’s on yours (you’ll never tell), but for now it’s mindless, a primitive yearning for sex and all it’s gluttony.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby, fuck you like you want,” He rasps, creeping his wanton touch teasingly up your upper leg, palm grazing the soft flesh and hiking your skirt with the rise. “You’d like that huh?”

You croon mindlessly into his touch. “Hmm—” Your eyes flutter to a gentle close, the pads of his fingers alighting your nerves as you stable your rousing pants. “Gotta get me wet though.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He glances up at you, eyes wide and imploring framed by full wispy lashes, his teeth capturing his bottom lip cheekily when he cocks an eyebrow up. “Want me to eat you out?” He asks. “You’d like that?”

“Hmm…yes.”

“Yeah?” His breath fans over the tender pulse on your neck and you’re gorged with zeal at being so close to him. “Want to get my mouth messy with your pretty pussy?”

You nod heedlessly. “M’not getting my knees wet and dirty to suck you off though.” And you know it’s unfair, you know that he loves when you’ve got your lips wrapped around the thick girth of his cock, kitten licking at his slit and his fingers burrowed into your hair as he forces you to take all of him with fierce breaths through your nose. You know he craves the feeling of your nails digging crescent moons into his thighs, always too daring, too close to brandishing him with your telling mark. But you want to take this time, give less and take more, and you think that’s fair on you.

He chuckles gruffly like he knows exactly what you’re thinking, his eyes trained on yours with something sadistic flickering past when he speaks. “Don’t have to, Irene beat you to that.”

You still instantly. “Fucking hell Jungkook,” you mutter with a pissy huff, throwing your head back as you glare at the clouded skies, the downpour of sleet dribbling jarringly onto your face. And you have half the mind to shove him away for that comment alone, in fact, you should but instead you retire to a overtaxed, “S’not even funny Kook.”

“Sorry.”

He’s not sorry. You know he’s not sorry. The mischievous drawl of the apology is far from meaningful and you hate it. “You’re a fucking prick.”

“True. You want to stop?” He asks, slowly sinking to his knees in that teasing way he does so, balancing his weight as he makes the floor seem further than it is with a smug smile. And when his knees collide with the metal, your leg is quick to leave stability, draped over his shoulder as you find footing with the other. “You know I will if you say the words.”

“I—” You sigh. You don’t. Of course, you don’t. “No just- just fucking continue.”

“Bit bossy for someone that wants their sister’s boyfriend’s tongue on their cunt, don’t you think?”

“Jungkook.” You spit his name out in clamant warning, it’s subdued but callous and your brows cleft bitterly because he’s the only one daring enough to make jest of this, pointing out exactly why what you’re about to do—what you’ve been doing is wrong. And even though you’re glaring down at him, eyes full of thunder and lips pulled in a sneer, his cheeky grin refuses to waver, stubborn enough to resist until he hears what he wants, like the fucking teasing imp he is. “Christ.”

You puff out a laborious breath, chest heavy with tiredness because that’s what you are tired, drained by this sneaky tirade and just being with him. That’s why this is it, this is the last time. “What d’you want me to do? Beg?”

He shrugs, “Would be nice.”

You scoff. You don’t know what you see in him. You don’t. Okay, you do. You do and it’s stupid—so horribly stupid because it’s wrong. It’s wrong that you notice the way that he smiles when he’s happy—really happy, not the stoned gauzy content. No. It’s the happiness he gets when he’s slaving away on a piece that he’s sprung inspiration on and for so long it’s sounded battered and sullen and lost and then it just fits, after late nights of heavy grunts and rapid tapping, everything comes together and it’s rejuvenating and yellow and warm. And sometimes you see it for yourself when his nose scrunches cutely, the ends of his lips tugging into something big, teeth all for show, the front two slightly bigger than the rest in a way that is so so endearing and you can’t help but relax into a smile yourself. And other times he’ll call you at incredibly odd hours, and you’ll be so groggy with nothing but sleep clouding your mind but then you’ll hear his voice, unapologetic and soft, needing to urgently share his triumph with you—no one else but you—and you’ll imagine his smile, so vividly you’d see it right in front of you and suddenly, suddenly sleep is the furthest thing from your mind.

It’s unfair that you think he’s misunderstood, that the ink that paints his skin in intricate designs is his armour and that it’s beautiful and that really you wish you could rest your head upon his broad chest, fingers twirling delicate, drawing over the kaleidoscopic garden of flowers that lies just beneath his collarbones as the sun sets and rises and sets again, streaking your bodies with a shimmer of gold before cooling it with a midnight breeze. And you imagine there’d be something playing in the background, muted and mellow, a playlist of his, the more romantic ensembles, making you feel cushy as he’d hum soothingly along, gentle palms floating over the length of your spine, duvet only coming up to his hips, your entangled legs covered beneath and it’d be so serene, his embrace warm and you’d feel it—feel his love.

It’s intrusive that you think his eyes never say exactly how he feels, that the chocolate orbs glimmer, wrathful and edgy, eluding to more than he tells; wanting someone to dig, wanting to be stripped layer after layer, wanting to be seen, to be called out blatantly on his shit. You see it because you recognise it, the same wretched storm that rocks hazard in his pretty orbs weigh the same as the ones you see in the morning, when you’re looking at the mirror and willing yourself to get by another pointless day because there’s something unknown waiting in the future however near or far; and it’ll be the reason you sigh in ease and say, ‘well done, you did it’.

It’s wrong that you insist that you don’t harbor something beyond platonic for him, that your skin doesn’t prickle with a potent green when he’s touching her in front of you, someone who is so blatantly wrong for him—not that he’s any right for you. He’s not. But he could be, he really fucking could. You don’t love him. You think away from here, away from this dump, away from the perils that swirl him further down into this never ending rabbit hole; you could love him—maybe. It’s so wrong to even think so, because when you look at him, pelts of rain dripping from the ends of his hair and down the curve of his patchy blush cold-pinched cheek, his eyes lustily hooded and his steely touch tightening at your thighs, urging you to speak. You realise he won’t change, not for you.

“Please.” You say, a defeated plea for him to drag you into his spinning orbit and make you a part of it for a while, the little he can provide. “Want to feel you on me, want you to make me feel good, please.”

“Hmm, so pretty baby, so good for me.” You’re unsure if he’s talking about the sight he’s uncovered when he pulls your panties to the side or the words that have spewed from your mouth, but either way you allow his words of praise to sooth your balmy skin. “Look at you so fucking pretty for me.”

Your thigh bounces on his shoulders when he moves in closer, his pointer and middle finger, coldish and coarse as they spread your lips apart and when you chance a look at him, you catch the way his tongue sways across his lips, eyes hooded as he stares—stares at you like you’re a fucking treat. And you love it.

“Jungkook.” His name is airy now, soft and lingering in a lustful plea that’s almost non-existent.

“Uh huh, I got you,” He says. “Always got you.”

You don’t have much time to dissect what his words mean nor do you have time to think about being leant up against the centre metal pole when his tongue delves into you, flat and wide, a torturous slide of wet heat over your exposed cunt; so erotically that the buzz of pleasure rises instantly, the impulse going straight to your head and you want more, you need more. And suddenly, you’re hyper aware of his every movement, his mouth cooling your heated cunt with a steady blow, the tip of his tongue swirling around your clit, teeth scraping lightly against the nub before he sucks it into his mouth drawing a needy curse from your clasps.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Your fingers place naturally on his hair, nails carding through it insistently as his mouth works wonders, knowing exactly how to drag shivers through your veins and have you open-mouthed as you swing your head skyward. His palms massage at your hiked thigh roughly, jerking you slightly forward in his attempt to delve deeper, causing your other shoe to slip on the wet metal, hands flailing instantly to curl around a nearby extended pole for stability. “Shit.”

He hums guttural, a growl that crawls from the back of his throat that you perceive as a form of agreement and the intensity of the vibration electrifies you. Sinful and hungry, it’s become entirely clear that Jungkook hasn’t got the slightest regard for holding back, his tongue laps at you sloppily, gaze dark and attentive looking at you in a way that itches until you’re forced to peer down and the sight has you releasing a loud broken indecent moan. His lips are dark and wet, and it’s obscene, so fucking lewd the way he slurps you up, his tongue flicking, twirling, slipping between your slit, only his tip, never pushing too far as to tease you and have you whimpering for it, which you are. With his nose pressed flat against your mound, drawing your clit into his mouth, tugging gently at it; you are delirious.

“Jung—oh.” Your fingers tighten at his roots as the words choke up in your throat and your hips rut forward acutely, because you ache for more, it hurts the way you ache for him, a rampant fire fusing in your abdomen and pinching at your waist, always wanting more and more and more of him. And he knows it.

He pulls away languidly, mouth dragging slow from your clit in his release, the vulgar soppy pop enhancing and accompanying his pornographic actions. “Taste so fucking good,” He slurs. “So so pretty, look at you, my pretty baby.”

His fingers trace where his mouth has just been, roaming delicately like he’s trying to familiarise himself and he’s quiet, unnaturally so, murmuring to himself as your chest rises and falls, your heavy breath the only disturbance to the peace. Your teeth dig anxiously into your lip, wondering what his lack of comprehensible words and his careful touch could mean, you can bet that you’ll come to the same conclusion; nothing, all of this means nothing and you’re thinking too deep into it like you always do. You don’t imagine his brain can form too complex thoughts at the moment, taken over by the primal base of needing to fuck and being clouded in dope. So, you feel it, feel the slimy glob of saliva that he expels from his mouth, you feel the way it dribbles filthily down to your fluttering hole and the pad of his finger catches it before he presses into you and you’re gasping sharply at the intrusion.

“Ohh….yeah.”

“Need to stretch you out,” he says, his finger dragging and chafing across your walls torturously, as you suck him in with every languid pull. “You’re so fucking tight around my fingers, gonna be fucking delicious around my cock, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah? Fuck, you got me so hard baby.”

His finger is thick, so fucking thick and long that you feel him so wholey, when he slips another finger in, your hole stretching barely to accommodate the extra width, pumping them out in a quicker succession that has you trembling and keening. His thumb pressing between the lips of your cunt, flicking fast across your clit as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, curling them to brush against the barrier of your walls; driving you closer and closer to that steep-cliff edge. He’s got you completely at his will like this, persistent and vigorous with the way he’s pleasuring you and his words only send you reeling further. “You’re so fucking hot like this, almost ready to take my fat cock.” The sounds are downright obscene, moist squelches that follow the drag of his fingers and ring continuously in your ears. He’s got you like this, so wet, so ready, so desperate, teeth bruising at your lips in the hopes that you can curb the volume of your moans, fiery curses and the shameless whines of his name. “I should really use three fingers huh…you’re so tight, but you like it don’t you, little fucking slut loves it when it hurts.”

A strangled noise bubbles at the back of your throat as the term shudders through you. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Close?”

“So so close,” you breathe.

He hums contentedly and before you know it everything's amplifying, the stress of his thumb increases to vigorous rubs, fingers pumping you raw, fast and rough, he’s shoving and jerking in and out of your cunt. And you’re sizzling, your skin is sizzling, the downpour of spring rain does nothing to cool you down and instead sinks and perspires like steam. Your eyes are screwed permanently shut whilst you feel it—everything, his insistent thick fingers, his breath fanning over your thigh arising goosebumps from the flesh, the fact that you both must look like a picture to passerbyers and ceasing to give a shit. Everything is too much and yet not enough. “Need, need—” You jolt.

Nothing. “Fuck.”

The feeling of emptiness crashes too suddenly when he pulls away from you completely, dismissing your oncoming climax, drifting you into a harsh halt that has you shivering, limbs rattling uncontrollably and gasping laboriously for air to fill your lungs. Briefly, you wonder if this is how it must feel for him, when he’s coming down from a high and sinking into reality, the dizziness, the numbness, the cold that invades you like violent waves. It makes you crave, crave for more, another sinful taste, to return to the overwhelming heady feels of beautiful pleasure. And you get it. His touch does nothing to calm you, searing in their trail to land at your waist, clasp persistent at tugging you closer and resting his forehead against yours.

“Christ Jungkook, that—” Words fail on you, fumbling at the tip of your tongue in the depth of the haziness surrounding you. It’s at this point that you know you’d do anything to have him, to prompt him in completing the wreckage he’s caused. “—that.”

His chest must be blooming in pride at your appearance, flushed and glazed wet, knowing he is still to make a mess of you. “You need time?” He asks, and his voice plays distorted and far in your ears, like he’s miles away from where you feel him.

You shake your head hastily, hands clasping the sides of his face to ground you from the shudders of elation. “No—no, fuck me now, like it when I’m sensitive.”

“God, you’re so fucking good.”

His mouth crashes against yours and there’s nothing tame about it, nothing that flutters at your heart, and releases butterflies to cause ruckus in your stomach. It’s raw and it’s carnal and it’s thrilling enough for you to understand why you love it, your teeth clacking together, lips squashing and merging, as he kisses you chaotically; messy licks into each other’s mouths, heads ducking and lolling about as you push and fight for dominance, his teeth, sharp and purposeful, sinking piercingly on your bottom lip until you submit. He draws blood and the tang of iron on your taste pallets has you feeling heady. His kisses, unloving and brutal, are still as ever breathtaking. And they travel, fleeting across your skin, curving at your jaw and making home in the nook of your neck. He pulls at the elasticity of your skin, scraping and sucking at it and your hands make work at his trousers.

“No marks.” You rush out in haste, yanking his trousers and boxers down. “No marks—Fuck.” You’ve got a leg wrapped around his waist, hands locked behind his neck when he sinks you onto his cock, mushroom head stretching at your hole painfully and it burns, supine heat that inflames your insides because his cock is so fucking big that no matter how well or not he preps you, your walls will always quiver at the girthy drag. “Fuck, you’re so big, oh my god.”

“Take me so well though—” His mouth is pressed at the crevice above your collarbone as he hums, bottomed out inside you, and waits. “—tight little bitch taking every inch of my cock.” Jungkook doesn’t listen to you though, never does, his mouth plucks and draws out marks of his stake on you that are always a pain to excuse. But you’re too far gone to care, all you can feel is him, so full of his cock that nothing else matters.

You clutch at him tighter. “Move, move, want you to fuck me hard Jungkook, make it hurt.”

The sensitivity of having him inside you hits when you feel his cock twitch at his words, you feel the rapid tiny sway, pressing him deeper and your breath hitches shakily. “Yeah. You want me to fucking ruin you, show you who you belong to?”

“Yes.” His cock slides out, the forceful resistance leaving you aching until it’s only the tip left and he’s bottoming out again, rocking slowly. “Yes—oh, fuck Jungkook, please.”

“You like that?” He grunts. “Like when I fuck you slow, when I make you feel every fucking inch of my fat cock.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

The pace is agonising, leaving you feeling almost barren for moments that last too long. He’s fucking you deep, dragging out every single second, every inch so you feel it, so that it takes over and you’re mewling and whimpering pathetically. His hips slam into yours, lodging his cock, pressing it further and you’re drowning in it, like this it feels like forever, like you could be stuck in his arms and you wouldn’t mind it one bit. Have him biting at your skin, fingers bruising on your body, have him loving you. The thought itself is daunting, how much you want it, and it’s unfair he’s giving you this teaser, plunging his cock into you unhurriedly almost as if he wants this to last as well—almost. Not enough. “More,” you beg, the intensity is burning at you and you might just fall apart if he continues at this. “Please need more.”

He chuckles. “Always want more, don’t you? want me to fuck you fast, fuck you and own you like a pretty slut.”

You nod. Yes.

“Fuck, turn around.”

It’s quick now and the excitement of that roars at you, as he swivels you around, bending you over, stomach pressed up onto a metal bar and your legs spread behind you. There’s no restraint, and he’s thrusting into you without prior warning, hands tight on your hips as he begins to pound into you, how you’ve both wanted it. “Ah yes yes yes.”

He’s hammering into you, frantic and possessive, his cock filling you out and keeping you blissed as he brushes at your cervix, prodding, probing, adrenaline unwavering. And the sheer brute force reminds you exactly where you are, the merry go round you’ve been perched on, lurching at his actions, swinging you around in a way that makes you dizzy as the scene around you blurs. It’s unhygienic and filthy, the rain that falls causing the sound of your skins slapping together just that bit more raucous, and your skin feels murky with the mixture of your sweat dribbling down your face.

“Fuck, your cunt is so fucking good.” His palm splays at your stomach, the other prying at your wrist forcing an arm behind your back, as he re-adjusts himself, never ceasing up on you. “All mine, you take cock like a fucking slut, just for me huh.”

The whimpers tremble at your lips and your back arches away from him and it’s maddening. He’s got you so under his control, your thoughts are clouded with nothing but him, and he’s fucking you so so good, it hurts. “Fuck I— ngh, yes. All for you.”

“I know. My. Pretty. Slut.” His words are punctuated with steely thrusts, stealing your breath and choking you up with every one.

Your body is trembling, and you can feel the way the tension tightens in a loop as he continues to fuck into you with vicious intent, you’ll feel him tomorrow, you know it, feel the weight of his cock inside you, feel his balls, heavy and full slapping against you. His fingers reach to press at your neck, clenching tight and pushing further and further, you itch to scratch at his grasp and give you back the breath that he’s taking from you, the blood pounds at the back of your neck as you struggle and struggle and he pushes further. You’ll feel it and need him again, like a drug. When you’re so heady, you match his wavelength, floaty and submitted to the throes of hedonism. And the comedown is like a bullet train, the crown of his cock angling to hit right there, the spot that has you screaming his name as the loop snaps and you lose your breath. Everything is white noise, humming and buzzing as he chases the peak of his orgasm, cum released into you, string after string and he holds you. His arm loops beneath your breast holding you back onto his chest, tight, unwilling to let go.

“Don’t go.”

You won’t. Tomorrow, you promise. Tomorrow.

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I do not care that it is 3am, I must see Puffy talk about Count The Ways and sudden headcannons about their AU and give them quiet anon support. Take my quiet clapping. *quietly claps bcz its 3am* (-KA)

Okay

You've doomed yourself (a part I did at 3am and the other part I did now at 11am)

!!LONG POST AHEAD!! (Kind reminder that I do love the story but I still like to make fun of some parts)

IN THE FIRST FUCKING LINE, "deep voice" w h e r e where that crackhead energy voice is d e e p. I can accept threatening but d e e p???????????????????

Also I'm still upset that "silly millie" is "millie pamonha (that is a Brazilian food)" in the unofficial Portuguese translation

Second page and we discover millie belongs to the gays when she said "in tribute to the beautiful dead girl from edgar Allan Poe's poem" (she was talking about her cat name and I'm sorry if it's not the correct wording: its 3am and I have a stroke everytime I read some part of the book, also I don't have the English version :c)

Who's Curt Carrion?? Who's he based on??? My Chemical Romance?????? I would prefer if it was Evanescence tho for personal gay reasons ✊😔

Her grandpa has a sword collection and that's pretty neat, but makes me wonder if FunFred ever walked around the house with a fucking sword and everyone was okay with it

Grandpa: you're always so pale

Millie: lmao that's the point

Me 🤝 millie

Liking edgar allan poe

Also Millie's grandpa is millie's mom's dad?? Since he mentions that she would stay outside burning in the sun when she was 14-15yo

Also he's supportive of her disliking meat, we stan an old man ✊😔

THE COOKIES R BACK!!!!!!!! I still think daily about FunFred trying to cook it and messing it up smh even if grandpa is there. Also the fact she ate her grandpa cookies after he left makes me happy fsr

He mentions the workshop 😳😳 is he already aware FunFred is awake?? Who knows 👀👀

I know the timeline doesn't fit, but I like to think Dylan and Millie knew each other for more than a week

FUNFRED!!! LIKES MILLIE!!!!!! WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN!!!!!!!!!

Millie honestly reminds me of when I was on high school and my depression peeked lmao I wanna hug her-

THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER IS A GREAT STORY I LOVE IT

I HAVE WAY TOO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT HOW FUNFRED/THE ANIMATRONICS WORK BC OF A DUMB DRAWING I DID 1 YEAR AGO- like oil is the equivalent of blood to them and they do have water inside them, what keeps their mechanisms and stuff working well. Also when they r "sleeping" its extremely quiet, till they "woke up" and slowly their mechanisms do a lot of noise, till it calms down

Funfred has been around before millie moved there, and was probably awoken since then bc he heard her talking SO, from her bedroom window, u can see the workshop bc that's the only way he heard her (and she heard him later on)

Also I KNOW it wasn't like that but when her grandpa asked if the person he met was a boy or a girl I could literally only think "damnn a supportive grandpa, I love him" so that's where I'm goiNG

He mentions he went to university SOOOOOO what IF he and henry went to the same university and both did something related to mechanic/mathematic and that's how they became close friends 👀👀 (I am aware he was a mathematic teacher but he still could have done both or started mechanic, dropped it and started to study mathematic)

Also I lowkey wish we knew what her grandma died of

ALSO I like to think FunFred himself is someone that is scared of doing things himself instead of... just letting things go

I love how, when millie asked if he was going to bite her neck (bc he was talked about Dracula) he just wenT "OH YAY I COULD DO THAT BUT U R IM MY STOMACH" FJFJFJXHXJJCJCGKFJFJFJFJ I HATE HIMMMM

Here we go to FunFred's hyperfixation ✊😔 I'm sure that, whenever millie goes to the library, he begs her to bring some kind of history book

The fact millie doesn't know how to say Chutlu is big gay energy and everyone energy

COUNT THE WAYS AU IS NAMED COUNT THE WAYS BC IT'S THE MANY WAYS FUNFRED LOVES MILLIE AND GRANDPA AND IN THAT ESSAY ILL DIE AND COMBUST

Me, a veterinary student: Hahah I know what's ventricular fibrillation is

Idk why but I like to think millie studied something related to literature in university, but, if she did end up working on a library, I think people would 1. Be creeped out by FunFred 2. Think he's cute, no inbetween

Me 🤝 grandpa

Going somewhere bc it has free food

WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO HER SHE'S LITERALLY A TEENAGER STOP BEING LIKE THAT WTF???

That part of that party makes me emotional bc something similar happened with me (not related to a s/o other tho)

FunFred is back being a dumbass I love/hate him

Unpopular opinion but I still strongly dislike millie's family

FunFred would buy a guillotine online ngl

In Millie's defense I would crawl inside an animatronic bear as well

POV: you're rob, millie's uncle, and you found out the worst way that she has a bear guard body, in a way (I hate rob honestly lmao)

That was my presentation, thank you for your attention

[dickytwister]

HEY do you maybe have like an oc page or could you tell me something about all your ocs because i'm Interested and you have my full attention :eyes:

AHSJDKGLHL that's so sweet i'm nfjghl???? i don't have an oc page bc i'm the embodiment of an old man being given an iphone after 50 years of using a rotary phone but !!! i can yell abt them a bit aaa thank you for asking abt them 🥺🥺💚

i put everything under the cut bc dear god i have a lot to say abt my kids and i'm not gonna make everyone scroll through that HHHHHH haw 🤠🤠

elliot fletcher

- he's my deputy in fc5!! he's from waverly in iowa and he's just...very tired nfjfkhl give my poor man a break

- everytime his radio crackles he ages 10 years and if it's john talking add another 10 years

- he keeps the three heralds alive but he doesn't care abt joseph <3

- gets in trouble bc he's impulsive af nfjghl when jacob is close to the cage?? ram his face in the bars. when john leans like rlly close in the confession scene?? headbutt 😌🙏🏼

- the only people who know abt his past are earl, grace, faith and john, the rest just kinda speculate and elliot lets them believe what they want bc not only does he rlly not want ppl to know the actual truth, it's also very funny to listen to the stuff they can come up with

- speaking of faith he often seeks her for advice and sometimes they get high together and he gets teary eyed bc she's just... very nice to him and when all you see everyday is violence it's overwhelming to be shown a little bit of kindness 🥲🙏🏼

- he's in love with john but also he'd kick him across the county if he could but also he'd give his life for him

- after the bombs and all he unlocks his final form and becomes A Husband™, complete with a beard, a scarf and bad jokes that make john want to officially marry him so he can divorce his ass

- fun fact i came up with the name elliot fletcher bc i thought it sounded neat but recently i found out there's a trans actor called elliot fletcher too??? like what were the odds ngl that's so cool

carter quill

- this is my character in the marvel dnd game my brother is dming!!

- his parents are peter quill and kitty pryde and he inherited his mom's powers (so he can become immaterial and stuff uwu) and his dad's tiny pebble brain~

- he grew up on a ship with the guardians so his family is just... a bunch of uncles, one of which is a tree

- he's part of an initiative called the peacekeepers with isaaq cage (luke cage's and jessica jones' son), finneas "zorn" reeves (brock rumlow's and sinthea shmidt's son), lu "highway star" khan (the mandarin's son), alexis "hex" pythagoras (doctor strange's protégé) and ev-lin (ronan the destroyer's daughter who also happens to be carter's bully when they were 11 HHHHHH)

- everyone agrees that carter is just... a puppy. a little labrador. so overexcited. head empty. he doesn't know what's going on but he's having fun with his friends and that's what matters <3

- he died once and went to hell for like 66 years bc he held a bomb while it was exploding but he got better and he doesn't remember most of his time in hell but also he's a lil traumatised

- he wears cute skirts sometimes and also froggie themed clothes 🥰🥰 he's terrible at applying nail polish and it ends up smudged most of the time bc he can't sit still for more than two minutes without going insane but he still likes it

- he has a pet bird called ink!! he thought it was a nice name bc his last name is quill so u know,,, ink,,, quill,,,, he inherited his dad's terrible humor also

- he's fruity and has a big fat crush on one of his teammates 😳😳👉🏼👈🏼

- he strictly refuses to kill, so he uses stunt energy guns and a three section staff to fight!! he accidentally killed someone once and threw up

- he knows asl and is fluent in it!! he's also very bad at reading measurements when cooking (and reading in general) so he relies on their proto-ai, dadji, to help him cook and he listens to audiobooks a lot!!

- idk what else to say abt him except like two games ago he was in the hospital bc lu got hurt and he wanted to get him muffins from a coffee shop across the streets but he panicked when faced with the selection so he bought one of each and came back to the hospital room with like,,,, twenty muffins

- i found this pic of his face claim and it honestly just radiates his vibe so here have it

thorgran galvish

- he's my dwarf enchanter from another homebrew dnd game!! in this universe (and maybe others idk shit abt actual dnd HHHH forgive me) enchanter dwarves are lowkey enslaved bc of their rare link with magic

- thorgran blew up a wall and ran away to the surface so now he's a fugitive and he's constantly on the run uwu trust issues ensue

- he loves the sky so much?? especially at night?? he knows abt constellations, but he thinks they're just whatever you see in the stars and doesn't know there are like,,, actual constellations so he sits on the roof of a tall building sometimes and finds his own constellations

- he also tries to draw them but he rlly sucks at it aslkdsgl that doesn't stop him from filling his journal with little stars and drawings!!

- during my very first game with him he found his rival, who turned out to be a 16 years old teenager?? millennial/gen z rivalry

- agh i don't have much abt him yet bc i've only just started to play him but he's my beefiest boy and also a dilf 🥰🥰

theadric "elder" montajay

- yet another character from the same universe as thorgran, but this time it's a funky little halfling bard

- his instrument is the violin!! he tried every other instrument and his mom was very supportive despite how bad he was at all of them. his community was raided and his father died, so he inherited his violin and that turned out to be the only instrument he could play

- took his love of the economy to the next level when he decided to fuck every gang leader he could find to control their operations and ruin their organizations so the money they hoarded could be put back in circulation

- accidentally fell in love with a half-orc gang leader and was abt to tell him the truth abt what he was doing but was exposed by the first person he'd cheated so he had to run without explaining himself to his lover smh ://

- "i don't wanna fall in the slutty bard cliché," i say before immediately giving elder the tightest leather pants and opening his shirt to show his majestic chest hair.

- surprisingly good with kids?? anyone younger than him who looks sad becomes His Child and he turns into a lil mama, tasting the food of an inn first to assure it's not poisoned, giving hugs, soft shit like that ngl he's just a mom 😔😔

- we abandoned the game he was in but we left off when he'd just escaped a dwarven prison with his new child and others owo anyway slutty bard with chest hair?? that's just the witcher's jaskier

scylla

- my gay pirate lady!! i don't have much abt her either bc AAA BRAINROT but !!! i still love her very much

- she's a hybrid between a human and a psaarinch (fish folks in our homebrew universe uwu) and she looks very human except she has like shark abilities?? she can smell blood, taste with her skin, breathe underwater for like two hours or smth, sharper teeth,,

- she started off as a privateer but like what was the kingdom gonna do?? track her down to make sure everything she did was legal?? nah man she got that sweet fleet and became a pirate

- she beats men up in inns and gives their wives a good time <3

- she's very close to her crew and they're kinda just a big family

- she fights with those s-shaped staffs?? but they're actually blades ngfhl she's very agile and looks like she's dancing when she's actually fighting

- fun fact she's my second shark oc the first one was called maito and she was a yellow lantern in a dc game we did (the main difference between them is that maito loved men while scylla is very much a lesbian 😌🙏🏼)

i have like so many more of them but that's already such a long post and i don't wanna do too much NGL if u wanna know more hmu i'll yell some more 😎😎🙏🏼🙏🏼

[babycracker]

RANDOM OC QUESTION FAIRY! Yes I’m spamming you with asks today. What are your ocs worst memories? Does thinking about them make them upset for a long time or do they just roll their eyes and carry on with their day?

you saying you're spamming me like it's a bad thing smh. but ok, this got long so i'll put it under a cut.

jordans worst memory is probably a little hard to pinpoint, but let's just say it's her entire childhood lol. with a big focus on rebecca especially. just the fact that she was never around for christmas and birthdays and never showed up for any school stuff or anything. maybe she'd be able to move on if she didn't still have to see her so often. but because she does, everytime rebecca drops by and especially everytime she does her concerned mum act, all jordan can do is remember how lonely she was as a kid, and how out of place she always felt watching all her friends have at least one parent there for them all the time. it definitely upsets her a lot, though she's terrible at expressing it properly. instead it comes out as anger, and she lashes out at anyone who looks at her the wrong way until she gets a moment alone to fall in a heap. even then she doesn't often cry, she just kinda sits and wallows in it for a while.

mayas worst memory is her break up with bobby. she's very close to rebecca and family is a huge deal to her, and she was convinced that she'd found her soul mate and the person she'd get to start her own family with in bobby. but, as we know, he's a wanker. while breaking up with an idiot like him might be seen as a good thing for most people, it destroyed maya. to the point she's funny abt certain things that felix says and does, even now. and it's taking her forever to open up properly and really let her guard down. it does still upset her, definitely. whenever she thinks abt it or whenever she sees him it breaks her a little all over again and she needs to take a breather and get back in control of her thoughts before she spirals.

tanners is definitely losing his sister. it haunts just abt everything he does and almost every interaction he has with anyone, and truly most of the time he's just barely hanging in there. he blames himself in a big way, he hates himself for not being there to protect her when she died, and it's the reason he's not willing to form any decent relationships anymore; he doesn't want anyone coming to rely on him ever again, and he doesn't feel that he deserves the level of trust that a true friend or partner would place on him. he likes to think that he rolls his eyes and carries on, but he's constantly like potentially seconds away from breaking down (you have no sympathy for him, i know lol)

nicole is my mason detective, who would have you believe that she has no bad memories because she doesn't allow things to effect her that much. but really she's hard to pick a worst one for because everything effects her that much. i think possibly the biggest thing these days though is murphy, her general failure with him eats at her constantly. not only did he manage to kidnap her and complete his creepy experiment, but she got bitten and he escaped and she can't stand it. she's not great when she doesn't excel at something, and whenever she remembers how epically she failed there she gets mad. like, mad mad. she retreats into like a quiet sulky state of rage and stays there for sometimes days on end and just goes over and over in her mind how she could have done better, leaving her pretty much impossible to deal with.

zoe is my lt detective who's very much a no regrets type person so she's a little hard to answer this for as well. she has a decent relationship with rebecca, is basically happy with her childhood even with losing her dad and her mum not being around, she never dated bobby - he's just an annoying acquaintance and for the most part she's very glass is half full so she tends not to dwell on things long enough to let them really get her down after the fact. maybe the closest thing to a troubling memory for her would be losing rook, which she was quite young for and can't remember a great deal of, but she definitely remembers rebecca struggling to deal and the general sadness of that time. she's quite good at dealing with things though, so she lets herself be upset abt the memory when it comes up and then is usually good to go abt her day.

i'm sorry this was so long omfg

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