#which mind could be intentional - the whole ''ignorance'' thing - but still

[moonstruckme]

babe you’ve got me obsessed with doctor remus!

can i request a drabble where reader gets into like a car accident and has been taken into a&e with like mid/severe injuries and remus has been assigned to treat her?

if not then that’s fine! love your work bae 🎀

Hi gorgeous! Thank you for requesting (I'm obsessed with him too) :)

cw: hospital

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 716 words

The nurse leaves, and you think you might finally get more than five seconds to yourself but then the curtain pulls back again, a tall doctor taking her place. You’ve been able to feel your heartbeat pulsing through every inch of you since you’d stumbled out of your smoking car, and this new man doesn’t help matters. 

He’s lovely. With a face smattered with warm freckles and silvery scars and a mop of brown hair that looks like it’s never once been brushed, this is the kind of person who would fluster you on a normal day. Now, you don’t even know the word to describe the effect he has on you. 

He has to ask his question a second time before you hear it. 

“Have you had allergic reactions to any medications?” 

You blink. It still feels like reality is moving at twice its usual speed. You don’t know if it’s just you shaking, but it feels like the whole room. “Uh, no. Sorry.” 

“That’s alright.” The doctor’s voice is businesslike but kind, with a Welsh lilt. He flips a page on his clipboard. “Anything we weren’t able to address in the ambulance? Any new aches and pains?” 

“I—I don’t think so.” 

He lowers the clipboard slightly, looking at you. His eyes are a lightish brown color, like honey left too long in the sun. “Has anyone talked you through grounding exercises?” 

You feel your brow wrinkle. “What?” 

He almost smiles. “I’ll take that for a no.” He sets down his clipboard on the edge of your bed, pulling up a rolling chair and sitting down in front of you. “I’m going to have you breathe with me for a minute, alright, sweetheart?” 

It’s not in your nature to contradict professionals, but you feel your head shaking as if from somewhere outside of yourself. “Why?” you ask. “Aren’t there more important things?” 

“There are still things left to do,” he allows, seeming unaffected by your questioning, “but you’re stable. It’s nothing that can’t wait for a few minutes, and it’s important that you’re calm so you can think properly.” He takes your hands in his, ignoring the odd padding of the splint around your broken wrist and holding your fingertips instead. “All I need from you is for you to copy my breathing. Can you do that for me?” 

You nod. As he starts to talk you through it, your eyes begin to sting, an effect of his gentle tone or the respite your body has been craving or both. Your doctor’s expression doesn’t change when he sees the silver lining your eyes, but he gives your fingertips a light squeeze. 

“Okay, in for eight this time,” he says in that lulling voice. “Good job, just keep at it.” 

You manage to breathe in for long enough to satisfy him, and after the exhale he drops your hands. 

“Well done,” he murmurs, mindful of the small cuts on your face as he thumbs away your tears. “Are you feeling a bit better?” 

“Yeah,” you answer honestly. The word comes out like a sigh, and his lip curves softly at the plain relief in the sound. 

“Happy to hear it. You were right earlier, there’s still plenty left to do,” he says, expression sombering somewhat as he looks at you intently, “but if you ever need a break, you tell me or someone else, okay? I don’t want you suffering in silence.” 

“Okay.” You wet your lips, feeling much more solid than you had a few minutes before. The world has slowed to its regular speed. “Sorry, I don’t think I got your name.” 

He smiles, which is altogether too charming for a place like this. It makes the long scar going across his cheek crinkle slightly and you could swear his eyes lighten a shade. “Well, see, that’s how I know you weren’t really with me when you came in, because we’ve already been introduced.” His expression lets you know he hasn’t taken any offense, but your face still heats at your impoliteness. “It’s Doctor Lupin, but you can call me Remus.” 

Something in you rings at this new knowledge, like a tuning fork has been struck. Remus, your consciousness echoes quietly. 

His smile softens. “We’ll probably be seeing a lot of each other today.”

[butwhatifidothis]

It just dawned on me...I didn't realize it before probably cause I'm atheist but dont people tend to seek comfort in higherpowers/gods when they experience desperation and suffering?

So wouldn't edelgards war , which causes mass unrest, death, suffering, famine, etc. Actually cause more people to wish for salvation/intervention from a the Goddess?

No doubt about it, which is a huge part of what makes her zeal to destroy it so horrible. And what makes the CF endings where it does stay but only when directly under her supervision so insidious. She takes away the means in which people find comfort, only to "remake" it so that she has say in how the belief is practiced.

The Church was always its own entity, mostly leaving the surrounding countries alone - it'll intervene when asked to or when attacked, but otherwise they tend to stay out of everyone's business. When Byleth takes over, they either do so alongside the ruler of Fodlan (AM) or they are the only available person left to rule (SS/VW) since they are the one the people want to lead them. There's either a distinct separation between the Church and the ruling party, or there's no other choice but to have the two parties merge. Plus, Seteth and Flayn are there to help Byleth lead the Church in all cases of them leading it (with SS even allowing for the chance for Rhea herself to help).

That's, um, not quite the case with Edelgard. She actively kills/disposes of every other possible ruler with the explicit purpose of ruling over their lands and for Adrestia to be the only one there to control Fodlan. So her killing Rhea, Seteth, and Flayn (or forcing Seteth and Flayn to leave Fodlan) before going on to take control of the religion that was about their mother, well, could only ever really be for one reason; further control.

She already spies on the populace, as seen from Hubert's ending with Dorothea. She enforces a secret police as seen with Hubert's ending with Shamir. She indulges in censorship in her ending with Dorothea. And, again, she's purposefully killed off anyone that could stop her or challenge her control. Not exactly the longest stretch in the world that she also does what she does with the Church to get more control, considering everything else she does. Now the people who were so devastated about losing their religion totally no longer have to worry - now that it's been fixed and is being led by a good human, they are allowed to practice it with no fear of consequences! ...yeah that's gonna get a yikes from me lol.

And the thing is, even if I'm way off base and that's not meant to be taken like that... what you said is still very much true lol. Like, I'm far from religious, but somethin' tells me that for many religious folks extreme hardships would, like... just make them more ardent believers? And/Or that it would, uh, not exactly soothe them to see their religion mercilessly attacked and destroyed, only to be taken over by its destroyer? There'll be some who drink the Kool-Aid like Manuela, but I don't think the majority of believers would exactly be happy with Edelgard once her war is finished

[fairuzfan]

Sorry one more thing I wasn't going to talk about but if you had asked me about the binational state/land thing maybe... in 2016, I might have given a somewhat positive answer but I think that since then, Israeli society has become exponentially more racist and anti-Palestinian. Since then we had the Abraham Accords, Sheikh Jarrah, Massafir Yatta, the highest child martyr count in years, and now finally a full blown genocide. Many Palestinians who previously advocated for equality in a single state look at all this, especially in recent months and think "how can I live side by side with these people?"

The vast majority of Israeli society is not against war for the sake of the Palestinians, they're against war for their own safety. They say as much. Hell, look at standing together. The founder guy says "our security is tied in with the Palestinians'". So if it wasn't tied with the Palestinians', you wouldn't care? And I get sometimes you need to introduce people to ideas gently, but their entire organization language emphasizes "shared pain" when there is an oppressor/oppressed dynamic they aren't even hinting at. How can anyone achieve safety if you won't even admit you have power over your Palestinian org members?

Even Brothers in Arms claims to want to "strengthen democracy" but they completely ignore Palestinians have never experienced democracy in "Israel". So what's the point strengthening your own standing when the most disadvantaged still are at rock bottom?? Plus your whole group represents the IOF reservists/members, you have no intention of helping Palestinians when you are the primary oppressors. And this is not an insignificant group in israel!

Not many Israelis are willing to put themselves on the line to protect or even advocate for Palestinians. I mean 7+ months into a genocide and what did israeli society do other than protest *netanyahu*? Hold up flour bags during the flour massacre??? The people serving in the idf are your friends and family and community. Tel Aviv is an hour away from Gaza. Surely you can do *something* physical!! They had people at their Gaza borders starving Palestinians on purpose and people just... watched it happen. Not to mention the IOF, which many Israelis are a part of, participates in the genocide and has been lauded for their "heroism". I look at that and I think "how can I expect you to seriously consider my rights as a person? How do I know you won't miss your old status and reclaim it?"

We've seen Israelis *celebrate* and *ridicule* our martyrs and people. So like where us the good faith in all this? Where can we work with some of these people and think "Yeah I believe they'll respect my inherent dignity as a person"?

Which binationalism relies on this. You need to have good faith between communities for this to actually happen. But when one community won't even acknowledge it's status as an oppressor at the height of oppression? Then what?

Israel as a country has never faced any retribution for its actions for 75 years. No one is holding them accountable. The country teaches propaganda in its schools about the Nakba. There is not serious consideration for Palestinian rights in Israeli society. Why would they suddenly decide to participate in a project that puts Palestinians as equal to Israelis when they learned all their lives that Palestinians are ruthless, unreasonable people who can't be reasoned with, and Israelis are logical, poor victims who are actually the ones who need protection from the Palestinians!

It just is mind boggling because I see people constantly complain about the way they hear things from Palestinians these days like "all Israelis need to leave". And they go on to say "why would you be so hateful/why would you say that" and don't think for a minute they're experiencing a televised genocide of their people (which they could have ended up in their shoes! People forget that Gaza has multiple refugee camps! Any one of us could have lived there!) And conversely are looking to Israeli society for them to do anything and they see nothing. At least think for a moment why they would say these things given the context of the situation. There's a genocide going on! And you're worried about what the people who are experiencing their people's genocide are saying because you're worried for the society conducting said genocide?? Let's deal with the matter at hand first!!!!!!

[ningvory]

hii!

could i pretty please req g!p brat tamer kkura x brat reader with some cockwarming ?? (its totally fine if you arent comfortable on writing this, just ignore!)

i love ur works <33

and also, could i be 📷 anon ?

parings: ceo!gp!sakura x brat!f!reader

warnings: brat taming 🤭🤭, you guys fuck in her office, cockwarming, cum eating, oral (kkura receiving), mentions of dumbification at the end, not proofread🙏🙏, pet names like baby, princess, and pretty, voice kink, mild choking

wc: 1.1k (1,178) words MIGHTVE GOT CARRIED AWAY..

saw these pictures on my pinterest feed and ceo kkura came to mind😵‍💫😵‍💫 she’s so fine omg just want her to ruin me…OMG HEAR ME OUT..RIDING HER ABS-*GUNSHOTS*🔫

📷 welcome aboard!!🤭🤭 <33

there’s just something about being such a brat to your sweet girlfriend to the point where she just breaks and does something abt it 😵‍💫😵‍💫 the best time to get under her skin is when she’s busy with work.

as a ceo, her whole day is filled with several boring meetings she could probably care less about, but yk as the ceo she has to attend them. of course you know not to call her unless it was an emergency but that didn’t stop you from doing so, you just needed her so bad you couldn’t help it! :((

when she felt felt her phone ringing she excused herself and told them to carry on. stepping outside of the meeting room’s door so she can answer your call.

“k-kkura~ mm! need you so bad!” your words kept getting cut short due to your moans, she could barely make out any words you were saying.

when she put two and two together, she was downright furious, her cock was starting to harden and she clenched her jaw, trying to keep her cool.

“-mm! baby- ‘gna cum!!” you brought the phone closer to your dripping cunt, the squelching noises and the buzzing vibrator that was stimulating your cunt so she can really hear the noises. anyone walking by could see how pissed she was, her veins in her hands were showing from how hard she clenched her fists.

your orgasm must’ve been intense, right after your loud whine you were panting and soft whines were spilling out your mouth. your noises would’ve been adorable had she been there to see your pretty face and your stimulated cunt, but it wasn’t in this situation that you got yourself in.

“how cute, princess. come by my office once you’ve finished at home. i have business to attend to so it’ll be a while.” her voice was stern and low, and fuck she sounded hot, making you bite back a moan.

“kkura—” you tried to speak out but she hung up the call. you know you definitely pissed her off, but it wasn’t exactly your intention to do so! but your cunt throbbed just thinking of what she’ll do to you.

-

once you arrived you of course did the usually when you come to her work place, getting everyone with the same smile while making your way to your girlfriend’s office.

once you reached her office, you open her door but she didn’t bother to look up. no one would dare to come in her office without knocking. you took in her appearance, her hair was in a low ponytail with a few pieces of her front hair sticking out on the side. she looked so damn good in her business suit you couldn’t help but clench your legs around nothing.

“lock it.” she spoke out sternly, eyes glued onto her computer screen.

you obliged to her words but not after a exaggerated huff. you were all dolled up for her, wearing your pastel pink skirt that you knew she liked with one of her hoodies just for her to not look at you.

she has you standing infront of her desk while she was still typing away at whatever she was on. you fished out your phone to take a quick glance at the time to see, it’s been about 15 minutes of you standing here.

“kkura..” you spoke out but got nothing in return. the only thing audible was the clicking and tapping coming from her computer, which annoyed you.

you stood for another 15 minutes, you were even more annoyed. she’s been on her computer acting as if you weren’t even standing here, your hands were clinched in fists and your face rested in a pout.

“sakura, why the fuck did you tell me to come here if you’re gonna act like i’m not here?” you starkly spoke out, you noticed she clenched her jaw and let out a sigh.

“c’mere.” she finally spoke out, man spreading in her 360 chair.

she’s got you on her lap, shoving her tongue in your mouth which has you choking and whining into her mouth. her hands are tightly gripping your hips, forcing you to grind on her clothed cock.

“on your knees, pretty.” she says, unbuttoning her pants and lowering her boxers, revealing her hard member.

she doesn’t even waste a minute, she has her hand in your hair, shoving her cock so far in your mouth it has you choking and unable to breathe.

“fuck~ put that mouth to use baby.” she groans, bopping your head up in down. your hand rest on her thighs trying to keep up with her fast pace.

your tears and drool was making a mess on her pelvis, you have no room to speak and nothing was heard but her grunts and the gagging noises you make when her cock is so far down your throat.

you hear her let out a loud grunt and she presses your face down until your nose is touching her pelvis, deepthroating her cock. you feel her buck into your mouth, making tears fall down your pretty face because it hurts so much! she cums in your mouth and has you there until all her load is released and that you’ve swallowed it all. she finally brings your head up for you to breathe, a long string of your spit was keeping your mouth and her pretty tip connected.

“stand up.” she orders, which you stood up almsot immediately.

she slowly pulls your soaked panties down, groaning when she sees your slick connecting with your cunt, “so wet for me baby.” she lowly says after taking them completely off, collecting your slick on her fingers, making you let out a small whimper.

she sinks you down on her thick cock, whining and squealing out when you feel her stretch you out, filling you up so much better that puny vibrator you were using earlier.

“n-ah~ kkura!!” you squeal out moving your hips back and fourth. until she stills you when you go to bounce on her thick cock.

she lands a harsh slap to your ass, making you yelp and look at her with tears in your eyes. “aw~ what’s the matter baby? only good girls get to ride my cock.” she coo’s which has you look at her with wide eyes, tears threatening to fall.

“kkura! you’re joking-” you go to say but her grip on your neck shuts you up immediately, her expression still tells you that she hasn’t forgotten nor forgave you for what you pulled earlier. this must be your punishment.

“oh, i’m deadass princess, just sit still and look pretty on my cock while i finish my work, if you’re a good girl f’me, i might let you cum.” she smirks, pushing your body to rest on hers.

the best way to teach a brat is to punish them by not letting cum and then finally fuck the brat outta them until they’re a babbling mess who can barely remember their name <33

[creedslove]

DESERVE IT - PART ONE

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: you defend Javier after some other agent makes rude comments about his personal life, not allowing anyone to hurt him

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of past relationships, mentions of bad relationship, Javi being ashamed and embarrassed

A/N: Just a scenario I had with Javi before bed last night that stuck with me the whole day, so I had to do something about it. And no, no smut for Javi this time 😭

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You and Javi were focused on the pictures you received from the informants, watching them closely and trying to draw any detail from them that could somehow help you guys get a clue on Pablo's whereabouts.

You weren't Javi's partner, but since Steve's wife left him, you decided to step in to help out Javi, as he was overloaded with work.

You two had grown closer in the past year, when you moved into the same apartment complex as the other agents did.

You weren't an agent, but you were in charge of supervising all the paperwork and sending it back to the American government.

Javi got closer to you just like he did with every woman: by throwing his charms on you. Which would've worked if you weren't still hurt because of your last bad breakup.

When Javi made a final attempt at seducing you, you were straight up honest with him. You wouldn't jump into his bed because you were still scarred from the last time you allowed someone in, but you assured him you admired him for being honest as well, not playing with anyone's feelings and getting straight to the point.

After that, Javi found a friend in you, and you found a friend in him.

He did everything he could to protect you and you did everything you could to make sure he was safe, you often checked on him, made him meals when you knew all he had was a pack of cigarettes and liquor.

And God, Javier was sweet. He still flirted with you, of course, and you flirted back, he knew you had no intentions of sleeping with him, but it was kind of your thing, he didn't save up any pet names for you. You were querida, cariño, princesa, cielo… you name it. You just felt so at ease with each other.

He was the kind of guy who would leave chocolate on your table or a small flower he found on the street, whatever he saw that reminded him of you. It didn't matter if it was something small, it just made your heart melt and feel welcome there.

You also were aware of Javi's sexual behavior, and not only you, everyone was and you were familiar with his reputation. You knew he slept around, had no strings and even paid for sex, but you never brought it up. Some people called him a manwhore, and though in practice he was one, it never affected how you saw him.

Javi also really appreciated how you never brought it up and on the rare occasions one of the guys from the office made a comment or a joke about his lady friends or his favorite brothel in your presence, you completely ignored it and began talking business instead.

You could tell Javi was trying his best to find something in those photos, but it seemed like a dead end task. So you turned to the pile of paperwork he still had ahead of him and sighed.

"I'll help you with that, Javi… you can take a bathroom break or go for a coffee if you want"

Javier felt his heart clench in his chest at your sweet offer. That wasn't your job, you had no obligation to do that, hell, not even he had the obligation of doing Steve's job but he had to just because he was a little pussy after his wife left him. Javi looked at you for a second, wondering why Steve couldn't be strong like you were. You'd had an awful breakup and though he didn't know the whole story, he knew you enough to assume you just picked up the pieces and started over again.

As if you read his mind, you smiled softly at him "I know you're pissed off at Murphy right now, this is definitely not the best time to have a man down in our team, but cut him some slack. He's going through a real hard time, and a broken heart can really take us down, I know it did when it happened to me, but he'll get over soon" you reminded Javier and placed your hand on his in a comforting way.

You both didn't notice one of the CIA agents approaching your table, and only realized your hands were still touching when the man let out a laugh.

"Y/N and Agent Peña? What is this, holding hands in the office now?" Carlos eyed the two of you up and down and shook his head.

"I can't believe this, Y/N… I expected more from you. You're the office's muñequita. All of us wanted a chance to get you and you go and choose Peña?!" He scoffed.

"You could do so much better than this manwhore, you do know he can't keep it in his pants and all the prostitutes in the country know his name, right?"

You stiffened in your chair and took a quick look at Javi, seeing he gripped the sides of the table to the point his knuckles turned white, he was tense and angry, and yet he didn't dare look up and face Carlos.

It took you a split second to realize Javi was ashamed.

You slammed your hands on the table and got up abruptly, dragging the attention of both men. You stood at full height, though the CIA agent was taller than you, you wouldn't let him intimidate you at all.

"When you say I could do much better do you mean yourself? Because that's hard to believe, Carlos. Not only are you painfully unattractive but extremely stupid and rude" you spat at him "you're married and you chase after women while your wife is waiting for you at home, so I'm guessing you're the real manwhore here. Javier is single and he can do whatever he wants, and trust me when I tell you he does it better than any other man and certainly better than you ever will. Never talk about him like that with your filthy mouth or I swear I'll knock on your door and tell your wife all about your little adventures" you groaned feeling your blood boiling at that whole situation.

It was extremely uncalled for. You didn't care if Javier had troubles with some other agents, he was your friend, he always protected you and took care of you when you needed and you would never admit someone treated him like that in front of you.

Carlos gulped and left without a word. You sat back down and looked at Javi, he finally looked at you in the eyes but remained silent.

"Y/N… I-" he started but you could tell he was still embarrassed about the whole situation so you shook your head.

"I'll finish these tasks at home, can you give me a ride?"

•••

The ride home was silent and you respected that. You weren't sure if Javi got angry with you or if he was just channeling his anger towards Carlos. Either way, you didn't want to bother him.

Javier was still a gentleman and carried the piles of work you both needed to work on. He placed them on your coffee table and sat on the couch, surprising you as you'd figured he'd be back to his apartment.

You got him a drink and one for yourself and you both began working on the paper. He was silent as his eyes scanned the papers even if his brain couldn't process what was written.

"You didn't have to defend me like that, Y/N"

He broke the silence and stared into your eyes.

"Yes I did, Javi. Because you would've done the same for me. Carlos is a pig and he walks around that fucking place as if he was still in high school bullying every one he meets" you told him "he had no right to talk about you like that, and he also doesn't have the right to treat me like that… even if we were fucking, it's none of his business and I don't think you are bad at all"

Javi licked his lips as he nodded.

"About what he said… about me being a manwhore… Do you agree?" He knew he was stepping into a cloudy area, at the same time he wanted to know your true opinion. He was also scared of hearing the truth.

You bit your lower lips and sustained his look for a while, thinking of how to answer his question.

"If you asked me about any other man, you know… my opinion on your…let's call it sexual behavior, I would agree… but I can't when it comes to you, Javi" you extended your hand and touched his arm "what I guess I'm trying to say is that you are different. I like you and I would never look at you differently because of it, I don't think it's a good lifestyle but I won't despise you for that" your hand went for his face, cupping his cheek gently as his sad brown eyes melted you on the inside and out.

"You really think that, hermosa?" You nodded

"I just don't understand why you do it… I mean, look at yourself Javier, you can make any girl weak at the knees, you can have any woman in a heartbeat… I think you deserve a relationship, a wife, kids…. The whole package, Javi. I don't know why you think you don't deserve to be happy, when in reality you are the one who deserves it most"

You leaned in and kissed his lips so softly, at the same time his hands clung to your hips.

Javi's heart was beating so fast at that moment. All of your words, your kiss, your touch and your lips, it all had a deep impact on him. He didn't know why someone like you could like someone like him, but he continued to kiss you, even if he didn't deserve it.

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A/N: I love Javi, I hope you guys enjoyed it! ❤️

[adventuringblind]

She's My Princess

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Daniel Spoils his girl... That's it. That's the plot.

Warnings: Soft dom Daniel, Daddy kink, BDSM, Voyeurism (if you squint), bondage, age-play (again, if you really look hard enough), choking

Notes: This is my happy place, right here. Mildly self-indulgent but all fanfiction is so I don't care. I hope the requester likes it!!

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This side of Daniel is something she sees often. He's a soft person and treats her as such. Dotes on her like she's a porcelain doll.

He zips the back of her dress and ties her shoes. He carries her bag to the car and buckles her in. It makes her feel small, entirely to warm inside.

"I'm sorry we have to go out tonight." His plan had been to ravish her until she couldn't think. Until they got a surprise call from Max saying he's in town for a couple days and wants to get dinner.

It had been over a month since they saw Max last, and Daniel had only said yes after he talked with her about it.

Daniel, still very intent on keeping his promise, has been not letting her do anything for herself all day long. She's been spoiled far more than necessary, but every ounce of insecurity only made Daniel more intent.

"It'll be nice to see everyone!" She assures. "I could care less about what we do as long as you're there."

"How did I get so lucky?" She blushes under his gaze and tries to look away, but Daniel's fingers foil her. "If you're good for dinner, I'll make this whole thing up to you later. Sound good?"

"Yes daddy."

He pats her cheek. "That's my girl."

He holds her hand as they walk inside. He pulls her chair out for her at the table of drivers.

Daniel makes small talk with the guys and the WAGS that had come with. She tries, but her mind is focused on Daniels hand sneaking up her thigh.

She tries to ignore when he rubs a finger over the thin lace of her panties. She's mid-sentence and ends up stuttering, but she manages to pull herself together. Daniel teases her about the blush on her face.

He keeps up his antics until dessert when he slips a finger into her, obnoxiously wet cunt. She, not so gracefully, chokes on her water. She makes not a sound after. It's not like they've never done this before. Daniel's just not making this any easier with the way he keeps calling her a good girl in her ear.

It feels like an eternity until they can leave. When Daniel finally helps her out of her chair and guides her to the car.

The drive home takes an interesting turn when Daniel has her sucking him off while he's driving. He's skilled in multitasking. Specifically in the art of fucking her throat and keeping his eyes on the road.

Daniel paints her mouth white during a particularly long light. She gets satisfaction in knowing this is what she does to him. That he's desperate enough to fuck her mouth while he drives because he can't wait.

The Aussie hauls her into the house and throws her onto the bed like she weighs nothing. Which is quite the compliment in her eyes. Her body, in her opinion, should not be that easy to carry.

"You did so good tonight, Princess." He kisses her, open mouthed and dirty. He sucks on her tongue and makes a whimpering mess out of her.

Her literally rips her dress off. A whispered promise to buy her a new one is said against her chest. Right before he swirls his tongue around her nipple, alternating between each side. His hands press into her upper back, pulling her further into him.

"Daddy, please - need you."

Daniel moves lower and settles between her thighs. He makes a point to blow on her on her before flattening his tongue and licking upwards.

Her hands find his hair. An attempt to ground her thrashing body. It makes no difference. Daniel still has to pin her hard enough to leave bruises.

His teeth graze over her clit. He sucks on her in the way that drivers her insane. Until the only word she knows is his name.

"Daddy - need to - pleassseee-" Her eyes roll back into her head as Daniel double down on his efforts. The permission is non-verbal in the way he taps her thigh a few times, allowing no break.

She releases onto his tongue. It's wet and it's everywhere and Daniel cleans every bit of it with his mouth.

He launches upwards to kiss her. She can taste herself on his shiny lips. He doesn't give her a break. Three fingers are jammed into her and she wails.

"You're doing so good baby girl. Taking everything I give you." The sounds he's making with her pussy are obscene. His fingers curl upward, sending her body spiraling.

A hand puts pressure around her throat. She sucks in as much air as she can, but inevitable her vision starts to go dark. Daniel opens and closes his hand in perfectly timed intervals, keeping her right on the edge of coherency.

"Cum for me princess, you can do it. We've gone for more rounds than this before."

Daniel has to pin her with effort this time around. He doesn't stop talking, the roughness of his voice rings through her ears. "Such a good girl for me. Just gorgeous like this, a right fucking messy slut, aren't you."

Daniel moves off the bed to get the rest of his clothes off. She cries real tears at the loss. Still to disoriented to know where he is. "Oh baby, I'm still here. You feeling fuzzy? Needy for my cock?" Embarrassment and shame are nothing to her as her tongue rolls out of her mouth and her head nods yes.

Daniel ties a rope around her wrists and secures it to the headboard. He chuckles as she watches him with glassy eyes and no resistance, just dead weight as he tries to adjust her position.

It takes entirely to long for Daniel to get inside of her. For her to feel his body pressed against her. His hips rutting into her, desperate and dominating. She couldn't fight him if she tried.

The pace he sets is relentless. The free hand not holding him up is rubbing at her clit. His mouth close enough to to brush up against hers, but he's still talking to her. Keenly aware of what his voice does to her. She's not sure what he's even saying, aside from that she's a good girl; his princess.

His teeth latch onto her throat, biting and sucking away at it until she thinks she might actually be bleeding onto his tongue. "Mine, all mine. My perfect little girl."

His thrusts are getting sloppy. She's been pushed past the point of overstimulated and isn't sure she can come again. "Let go for me baby, I know you can. I wanna feel you tighten around me. Can you do that for daddy?"

She's crying again. She cums so hard that it hurts her muscles. The line between pain and pleasure is blurred once again as Daniel wraps his hand around her throat again, completely cutting off her air.

She's choking on her scream. Barely aware that Daniel is painting her insides for the second time tonight. There are no thoughts aside from him.

Calming down is harder than expected. She's still twitching when Daniel is untying her. His hands caress her sides and praise her until she's able to breathe again.

Daniel carries her to the bathroom and gets them cleaned up. She's entirely to out of it, still partially crying and refusing to let go of his hand.

"Feeling good still, princess?" She hums happily as Daniel tucks them into bed. "Go to sleep baby, I'll be here when you wake up."

She curls up on top of his chest. Daniels arms wrapped around her to keep her from falling off him. "I love you, my perfect princess."

[wisteriaw0rld]

hello! May I request a gn!reader with kamaboko squad + Muichirou with reader wearing a mask which covers their whole face and when they did a face reveal they had no glint of life or soul in their eyes, even when their expression seemed to be happy, I'd like to see their reacting first seeing their eyes :)

Feel free to ignore!

-ˋˏ ༻soulless༺ ˎˊ- kny x reader

||synopsis: even if you have a carefree attitude and an enthusiastic expression to accompany your sweet personality, it doesn’t always mean you’re really happy. With a mask you’re able to hide yourself from exposing you’re true feelings.♡

||additional tags: fluff, headcanon + short oneshot, gn! reader

||character order: kamado tanjiro, agatsuma zenitsu, hashibira inosuke, shinazugawa genya, tokito muichiro

“it all comes down to the sound of our love song.” -Lana Del Rey✰

˚ʚkamado tanjiroɞ˚

♡Tanjiro was always curious as to why you never took off your mask. He simply assumed it was important to you and left it that.

♡he never wanted to pester you into taking your mask off. So being the kind person he is, he didn’t.

♡in fact, he often defended you when others asked you to take off your mask, or tried to take it off themselves.

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Tanjiro sat next to you on the wooden engawa of the butterfly mansion. Since the two of you had gotten injured on a mission together, you were once again forced to undergo shinobu’s painful training.

The garden of the butterfly mansion was nice and peaceful. It was quiet for once considering 

Zenitsu and Inosuke had been inside the estate. The only thing being heard was Tanjiro’s soft and continuous chattering.

You listened intently to him until your eyes and mind drifted off to the plate holding onigiri. 

You were starving, since you had skipped breakfast. And you had been with Tanjiro long enough to be comfortable with taking your mask off. Your hands reached up to your face, carefully taking your mask off and setting it to the side.

Tanjiro moved his head in your direction, only taking the smallest glimpse of you before turning pink and looking away, thinking you didn’t want him looking at you.

It didn’t take long until you noticed Tanjiro awkwardly looking the other way, as if waiting for you to put your mask back on.

“Tanjiro, you could look, it’s okay.” You laughed gently, grabbing the boys attention. The boy, without a second thought, looked over at you. 

His heart fluttered the moment you looked at you. The small pieces of rice around your mouth and your wide smile made his cheeks turn pink. He watched as your eyes opened from the closed eyes smile. 

He immediately noticed your soulless eyes. Despite the happy expression you gave mere seconds ago, your eyes held no happiness.

Tanjiro stayed quiet, making you tilt your head in confusion. “Y/n? Are you … okay?” He ask worriedly while reaching a hand out and cupping your cheek gently.

˚ʚagatsuma zenitsuɞ˚

♡he’s always so tempted to take off your mask. But he knows to respect your boundaries. Even if he’s always clingy.

♡the moment you take off your mask, it takes him a moment or two to realize your empty eyes. But when he does, he unintentionally thinks it’s scary.

♡zenitsu does everything he can do to restore life back into your eyes. He compliments you, gives you gifts, gives you words of affirmation, anything that comes to his mind.

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Zenitsu always brought things back for you when he went on missions. You were used to it but nonetheless you still got flustered every time he did so. 

This time, he managed to come back from the mission with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. A wide smile was on the boys face along with a pink blush. “They smell really nice and I know you love them!” Zenitsu cheered before handing you the flowers. 

Subconsciously, your hands moved to your mask, lifting it off your face. Zenitsu’s eyes widened as he examined your face. He took note of your flushed face and the smile on your plump lips. 

You brought the flowers given to you close to your nose as you sniffed the sweet aroma. Your smile widened slightly as your eyes drifted to Zenitsu, who was completely mesmerized by your looks.

“Y/N, YOU’RE SO CUTE!” Zenitsu ran up to you, pulling you into a hug while non-stop complimenting you. His hands then moved to your shoulders as he pulled away from the hug, now inspecting your features once again.

Only about a minute later he realized your empty eyes. A small but sweet smile on your lips yet your eyes held no emotion. Zenitsu stared at you longer, eyes widened slightly as he stared into your own. 

Suddenly tears began brimming his eyes before he began crying loudly, clinging onto your arm. He didn’t want to alarm you by saying anything that may come off as rude.

“Y/N I’LL MAKE YOU SO SO HAPPY!” He sobbed, making you confused. You gave a sad smile before hugging him gently as he sobbed, repeatedly exclaiming that he loves you.

˚ʚhashibira inosukeɞ˚

♡Inosuke most definitely doesn’t know how to react. And when he does, I can’t guarantee he’s going to be polite or gentleman like about it.

♡unlike the others who don’t mind your mask, Inosuke is beyond curious to see your actual face.

♡but more than anything he wants to snatch your mask and tell you he’s the inventor of wearing masks. The ‘king’ of wearing masks. But hey, what did you except? This is Inosuke we’re talking about.

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You sat peacefully by the river while Inosuke was playing in it, splashing around while you simply watched him with a smile on your face.

Today had been uneventful and you and inosuke still hadn’t received a mission from your kasugai crows. Hell, inosukes crow won’t even approach him.

Inosuke yelled out your name, gaining your attention. The moment you looked over at him you saw a wide smirk on his face and something in his hands. He raised his hand, revealing a ball of mud mixed with small pieces of sticks.

Your eyes widened as the mud ball went flying towards your face. You yelled as the mud ball hit your mask with an aggressive thud. You groaned, knowing you’d have to clean your mask now. The river was right there anyways. 

You stood up, walking to the river. You reluctantly took your mask off, soon after putting it in the river water to wash it off.

Inosuke’s eyes were wide as a finger was pointed at you. He was frozen in place. You looked amazing, although he would never actually say that out loud.

“Good thing you kept your face hidden.”

“HEY!”

The two of you continued on with your bickering for a while. He doesn’t really notice your eyes. When he does, he’s definitely loud about it.

“HEY! WHATS WRONG WITH YOUR EYES!?” He yelled out of blue, inching closer to your face to inspect your eyes. A small blush covered your cheeks at the close proximity between you two.

“Nothings wrong with my eyes..!” You defended yourself although you knew that statement was a lie. Your arms made your way to his chest as you gently pushed him away from you.

“YEAH! SOMETHINGS WRONG WITH YOUR EYES!”

After he learns what it is from asking Tanjiro, he begins thinking any small gesture will make your eyes look less empty. And he definitely gets frustrated when his gifts for you don’t work. Give him time and he’ll soon understand. Hopefully.

˚ʚshinazugawa genyaɞ˚

♡genya, sadly, makes it unintentionally obvious he wants you to take off your mask and show your face.

♡he doesn’t at all make you want to make you feel pressured to take it off.

♡he simply gets really curious. He won’t judge you. He’s too nice for that. Whenever he finds himself getting too curious in taking off your mask, he always stops himself.

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Genya had been staring at you all day. You were used to him glancing at you every once in a while. Although today he wouldn’t take his eyes off of you. Multiple times you assumed there must’ve been something on your face. But there was always nothing.

You questioned the boy multiple times although each time he’d dismiss his behavior and apologize with a bright red face. 

It confused you as you knew he must want something from you. Soon enough, you put two and two together, realizing what he wanted.

While sitting with him outside on a wooden bench, you caught him staring at the straps of your mask. You then caught him looking at your mask intently. 

Throughout the entire day you thought he had been glaring at you. In reality he was only looking at your mask, begging for it to come off.

It made sense. You had known Genya for a long time already. And in all your time of knowing him, you had never once taken off your mask in front of him.

“Genya?” You called out the boys name, breaking his trance.

“Yeah?”

“Do you … want me to take off my mask?” You questioned, already knowing the answer. The boys eyes widened as his cheeks turned a light shade of red. At first he nodded quickly without a second thought. Before pausing.

“O-only if you’re fine with it!” He replied with a more shy nod following his words. You smiled gently before grabbing your mask and pulling it off your face. 

Genya stared shock, the small light red turning into a bright red. Why were you even hiding your face? He couldn’t begin to explain how you looked. Amazing.

You heard Genya mumble a small ‘wow’ which made you laugh softly. Genya’s eyes traveled around your face, studying every aspect. He then looked at your eyes. For a split second he saw nothing wrong with them. Only pure beauty. Until he noticed how there seemed to be a small void there.

He didn’t say anything. He opened his mouth but shut it and quickly stopped himself. He felt a sense of guilt wash over him upon seeing your emotionless eyes. Ever since that day, hugs and hand kisses were all you received from him. Unconditional love. But the guilt he felt never left.

˚ʚtokito muichiroɞ˚

♡muichiro fails to understand why you where a mask. If you tell him the reason or make an excuse, he’ll forget it in five minutes and question once more why you where it.

♡even though he pesters you about it on multiple occasions, he respects your boundaries. That being said he’s never laid a finger on your mask.

♡when you finally take off your mask, Muichiro doesn’t at all take notice of the void in your eyes. After all, he is the same. But him after the Swordsmith village arc? That’s a different story…

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Muichiro had finally returned after his visit to the Swordsmith village. It only took a second for you to realize the happiness in his eyes. The bright spark that you had been missing from your own.

Even his attitude had changed. Once having such an attitude towards you and sometimes making snarky remarks. Now he was clingy. Clingy and loving, not willing to let you go anywhere on your own. It was different to see the once stoic Muichiro have such a carefree attitude now.

Despite regaining memories from his past, Muichiro’s memory problems slightly remained. But he did remember one thing. He had seen you without your mask once. It was on accident as he walked in on you eating. And of course being respectful, he looked away, not knowing if you were ready to show your face.

But he remembered sneaking a glance at you. It was a short-lived one. And he didn’t remember much about your facial features. However be remembered your eyes. Muichiro noticed everyone else had a certain light in there eyes. Something he didn’t have. Then he saw you and realized that your eyes had been the same. He didn’t think much of it. 

He didn’t think much of it until now. He had a better understanding. 

“Y/n. Can you take off your mask?” Muichiro muttered while laying his head on your shoulder as the two of you watched the clouds together. “Only if you want to, of course.” 

You didn’t mind it. You replied with a simple nod before reaching for your mask and pulling it off of you. Muichiro brought his head up, wasting no time to look into your eyes. 

You had a happy expression but your eyes were clearly saying otherwise.

“I’ll make you happy.” You heard him mumble before going back to looking at the clouds, a sad smile on his face. You only tilted your head, having no clue what he was talking about.

But his voice was sweet when he spoke. And that warmed your heart in a nice way.

Taisho Rumor with Tanjiro: you became prone to the Tanjiro affect. After your face reveal, your empty eyes only lasted for a day before becoming bright and loving. That’s Tanjiro working his magic!

Taisho Rumor with Zenitsu: Even though Zenitsu only wants whats best for you and is only trying to make you feel true happiness, he accidentally begins to overwhelm you instead…

Taisho Rumor with Inosuke: He gets really frustrated whenever he see’s your eyes. He doesn’t hate them. He loves them. But he’ll love them even more when “they’ll just cooperate and be happy.”

Taisho Rumor with Genya: Genya has a bad habit of being overly sensitive. And he’s even worse when it comes to you. He worries about your well being too much. So when he saw your eyes, he felt like crying. He was able to hold himself back!

Taisho Rumor with Muichiro: Muichiro most definitely made it his goal to make you happy like how tanjiro made him happy. He won’t give up. So when it comes to making you happy, he’s the fastest to restore you light. Second to Tanjiro, of course.

A/n: you really thought i’d forget my Taisho Rumors🤨 they’re too fun to write. I mentally cant forget abt them…even if no one prob reads them

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Here's my thing not to always be complaining about bad interpretations BUT I genuinely do not understand how anyone at all can see the scene that established the Kraken where Ed is subjected to abuse by his father and then kills him, and then see a character attempt to force Ed to kill the first person hes ever gotten close to, attempt to kill the first person Ed has ever gotten close to, call law enforcement to come in and kill the first person Ed has ever gotten close to, and then when he succeeds in driving that person away and Ed tries to open up to even more people tell him he's better off dead and threaten his life. And then see Ed choke that character with a lighthouse painting positioned in the background just like how he choked his dad with a lighthouse in the background and declare himself the kraken like he did when he was talking about his abusive fathers death and not read all that information as leading back to Izzy abusing him. Like season 1 actually sends a very clear message if you're not into incel apologia.

And yes I have seen season 2, season 2 did three things in regards to this arc. The first thing it did was call the relationship toxic and unhealthy which affirms this reading, the second thing season 2 did was clarify that Izzy's intentions in doing all this were in fact to have Ed all to himself out of a psychosexual obsession rather than out of a hunger for power or even as a hate crime or whatever, so those are Izzy's two "this only looks like abuse but actually is about something else" alibis down, which reaffirms this reading, and the third thing it did was have Izzy take it all back and decide he's actually better now which, the redemption arc doesn't contradict any of that. And no I'm not ignoring Ed's violence against Izzy, he did all of that violence fully after four times trying to isolate Ed violently from other people and I think it's acceptable to kill your abuser, so Ed's violence doesn't factor into my read aside from how it relates to how he handled his first abuser, his father, and how he handled his second abuser, Hornigold, in the dream scape.

So basically last time I made this meta I said "guys I think Izzy might be abusing Ed, but Idk he could just be power hungry as fucked up little henchmen often are." But now that I have season 2 I'm rewriting it and saying that I know that Izzy is one of Ed's abusers, so thank you season 2 for clarifying this for me. He changed his mind and, well all I have to say about that is that I hope Ed feels safer now that he has changed his mind, but I still don't much care for him.

If you comment on this to argue with me without adding a 🦜emoji I'll assume you haven't read the whole thing before getting mad at me and delete your reply.

[damagedcoda6669]

hope you dont mind the ask, was just kinda curious ^^

what was your mindset in coming back to the internet and did you expect the kind of reaction that you got?

i wasnt expecting the positive response AT ALL. coming back my mindset was something liek "im only doing this so i can post my art again, im only doing this becuz im passionate abt my artwork. nobodys gonna believe me and im sure only a handful of ppl r gonna be rational abt this whole thing, and im gonna have 2 deal with a mob of ppl out 2 get me and another mob who wants 2 sexualize me and stalk me, but if i can post my artwork and just ignore it itll be fine."

and then i posted my vid and every1 was so sympathetic and understanding and pleasant 2 me. ive nevr experienced that kind of basic humanity b4 on the internet, and it was shocking. every1 was so nice abt my struggles with abuse and homelessness inparticular, which was honestly an afterthought in my comeback vid becuz i didnt think any1 would care. i didnt expect anything close 2 the reaction i got, and it gave me a lot of hope and peace. i felt safe posting online 4 the first time.

i cant say that i still feel the same, after the borderline 12 situation happening only 6 days after my vid ive basically been retraumatized and have severe anxiety surrounding the internet again. it was my fault and was incredibly disrespectful, hurtful, and wrong, i will never deny that i was wrong in the first place and did something horrible. but the sheer harassment and dogpiling wasnt warranted and was arguably worse than what i did 2 begin with. it was blown out of proportion and it only took 6 days 4 every1 2 stop liking me and treating me like a person. that situation made me realize that despite the overwhelming positivity that i received, there will always be so many ppl who want 2 take it away from me, who want 2 make the internet unsafe 4 me again, who want 2 see my downfall. i wont let them win, i will ALWAYS strive 2 want 2 be the best person i can be and better myself everyday, i will ALWAYS want 2 learn from my mistakes and improve. but knowing this, posting again feels liek walking on eggshells.

2 summarize.. i have vry mixed feelings abt the internet as of rn. im so so so so so so so grateful 4 the support and i love all of u, but i know that it could be taken away from me at any minute due 2 something that i will nevr foresee. i nevr come online with the intention 2 be problematic or controversial or hateful, i just liek posting art!!! i would nevr do something offensive or hurtful on purpose, but im scared of doing it by accident again.

didnt think thisd be so long!!! or venty!!! i need 2 talk less mayb.. lol ^^;

[napstawantstosleep]

My take on the round 6 (I will kill myself)

Someone pointed out that when Till was a baby he was looking intently at Ivan who had the operation in his eye making it have a red pupil

Then we go back to Black Sorrow's video and you see that Till ran by Ivan because he was going after a crown of RED flowers, which are THE EXACT SAME as the ones Ivan walked on before they started fighting :

The flower could be seen as Ivan, mostly because the red is similar to his pupil

Ivan tends to mock it/destroy it to get Till's attention while Till is seemingly careful around it and running after it (which could represent Ivan's self destructive personality and Till's previous focus on him)

I think the true reason Till looks away from Ivan all this time is because he found comfort by looking at him when he was at a low point in his life (he was being sold, experimented on, beat up, etc....) and yet, the person with such singular eyes was the one who ended up seeking his attention to the point of resorting to violence to get Till staring at him while fighting

Till wanted someone who would see him as an equal and respect him as a human being rather than some sort of animal

That's why he fell for Mizi, because of her gentle nature and bright personality who cares for others and acts delicately with everyone else

He was afraid to fall for someone who wouldn't bring the best out of himself

On the other side we've got Ivan, who clearly can't express his emotions correctly whether it be with his words or with his actions so he decided to either be affectionate with Till in front of everyone bc they would take his actions as jokes or use unconventional ways to be on Till's mind when they were together

Ivan is a character who was favored by monsters, he had a lot of expectations to meet and was treated as a prodigy, he was dehumanized because of his talent, and that's why he took a liking to Till : Till looked at him with admiration and interest but not for his talent, it was for him as a person

It was a sincere look of adoration

Now talking about looks, they say that when people look at something or someone they love their pupils dilate and guess what

Notice how the second he started to look at Ivan his eyes started to shine for the first time in the whole round

Despite everything, he was still that little boy looking at the thing he considered most beautiful in the whole world

Another interesting thing is the way Ivan went from kissing Till, to choke him

The kiss can be two things : him stepping up to kiss him before one of them dies and a way to stop the round by preventing the two of them from singing, making the result stop early and making sure Till would win

However the last kiss wasnt part of the plan

Ivan looked at the score to make sure everything went according to the plan and AFTER he got confirmation that Till was winning, he allowed himself an oh so small peck on Till's lips

So light that their lips barely touched at all, and yet after the long kissing scene this was the kiss with the bigbest impact : he allowed himself to love him a little more than supposed

The choking was to make SURE he would be targeted and killed instead of Till so that he could win, but it was possibly also a way for him to make sure Till wouldn't feel culpability after he dies since Ivan "attacked" him in the first place

But even then if you look at Till's neck afterwards there are no handprints around it, which means that he made sure not to press too hard, just enough to be targeted by the security

Ivan loves Till. There's no denying it. He cares for him when no one can witness his affection not even the one he loves. He never expected to have his feelings requited, he just wanted to be acknowledged and looked at, because whenever Till looks at Ivan, this is when Ivan feels the most elated

Till loves Ivan. And while he repressed his feelings by ignoring him, ONE look at him was enough to prove his infatuation

They mean a lot to each other but they both sucked at saying things

This is not just doomed yaoi, this is miscommunication doomed yaoi 💔💔💔

[paraliveimaginesblog]

hiii :'3 may i ask for funny headcanons for bae, yohei and zen where mc gets drunk and when the boys try to help her return home, mc rejects them saying that she already has a boyfriend and is waiting for him, ..so in summary mc drunk doesn't recognizes them and thinks they are a stranger trying to flirt XDD tkm *hugg*

Allen Sugasano:

Allen is a little bit at a loss of what to do. You didn’t recognize him? Did you hit your head? He wondered if he had that to worry about as well as your drunken state but… He knows a way to get you to recognize him! You might not understand every word coming out of his mouth, his words starting to blend together the longer he went on about hip hop, but you certainly recognized the enthusiasm. You threw your arms around Allen and cheered, asking when he got there; you humbly request that he take you home as you’ve had far too much, and you were beginning to attract ‘unwanted attention’ from some randos in the bar.

Anne Faulkner:

They can’t help but laugh at your response to them, giving a flirty grin and saying your loyalty only made you more attractive. They made a pinky promise that their intentions were entirely pure and that actually, your lover had contacted them to make sure you got home safe. They could answer any and every question about themselves that you used to investigate this strangers claims, deciding to call Anne real quick just to double check; you seemed soothed at hearing their voice, big smile on your face as you promised to come home safely to them. Anne turned back around after the phone call ended, asking if you were ready to be escorted home now to which you eagerly nodded.

Hajun Yeon:

Hajun can’t help but test the limits, still staying within a respectable range but flirting with you in a much more obvious manner. When you ignore his responses and even tell him to fuck off at a certain point, he has to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing too obviously. He knew he had to get Anne or Allen’s help after purposely irritating you, as you certainly wouldn’t believe this flirtatious ‘stranger’ had your best interests in mind, but he couldn’t wait until he got to speak with sober you again. He could only imagine the look on your face when he explained the previous night’s experience.

Yohei Kanbayashi:

Yohei can’t help but mutter that you’re a pain in the ass, having dealt with more than his fair share of annoying drunks. This drunk just happened to be the person he loved so he couldn’t just toss you on your ass and call a cab; he had a duty as your boyfriend to see you safely home, even if you didn’t recognize him as such. He kept his distance and walked you most of the way back, listening as you rambled on and on about how you wanted to see him, and how you wished he’d accepted your invitation out because you just wanted to cuddle with him. Embarrassing, and he’d be sure to keep your drunken ramblings to himself, especially because he found it almost cute how you spoke about him without holding back.

Zen Gaho:

Would bring him to tears if he thinks about it long enough. He knows you not recognizing him in your drunken state would make things a little more difficult when it came to getting you home safely, and he never had doubts about your loyalty whether drunk or sober, but seeing your strong response to ‘other’ men touching really gets to him. He can see that your loyalty is just as fierce as his whole-hearted dedication to you, and he promised to be on his best behavior so drunk you could realize he was trustworthy.

[spiderymiasma]

Predator and Prey // Miguel x f!Spider

Summary: Miguel loves watching you fall apart under his tongue.

Words: 1.1k

Tags: NSFW, Smut, Cunnilingus, Oral sex, female receiving, Eating out, Truly not safe for work behavior at work, you have been warned, Spanish dirty talk

|| My AO3 ||

!! WARNING NSFW !!

"Fuck, look at you," he breathed, soft and admiring. Miguel never was the kind of man to ever give compliments freely. But in the privacy and intimacy of the moment, he was nothing but praise.

She didn’t know what exactly set Miguel off this time around. Sometimes it was days like this in which she had been innocently working on some mind-numbingly boring paperwork, and Miguel would stalk towards her with dark intent in his eyes. He would pick her up as if she weighed nothing, find the nearest horizontal surface to slam her on, and fall to his knees in front of her.

Miguel would get drunk off of her intoxicating scent and spend an eternity in between her slick thighs, making her come apart beneath him. She lost track of how many times she came. The files and paper beneath her on Miguel's desk were completely destroyed.

The cloth to her Spidersuit, now long torn to shreds, clung uncomfortably to the slickness of her folds. Her legs, thrown over Miguel's shoulders, had finger-shaped bruises all over them. She shifted anxiously, still not used to being completely bare to Miguel's hungry eyes.

Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his wicked mouth. Her eyes were shut in pure arousal. Her fingers tugged on the soft strands of Miguel's hair. It was unclear if she was trying to push him away from her oversensitive cunt or pull him close to suffocate him.

Her legs closed reflexively, exhausted from overstimulation. His large hands pushed apart her trembling legs, exposing her center. She squirmed under the touch, embarrassed at how wet she was from this ordeal.

She could feel the wave of heat wash over her wet center as Miguel pulled his mouth back for air.

"What a naughty girl, coming so hard you've made a mess all over my desk."

Even in her delirious state, she tried to snipe a witty comeback, as all Spiderpeople often did. She tried to tell him that this whole affair was Miguel's fault, really. After all, Miguel O'Hara was the one to kidnap her away from her work to try to break the world record in amount of orgasms in a row. Opening her dry mouth, she tried to tell him as such, but the only thing she could do was moan.

The curve of his smirk pressed so bruisingly on her folds. When Miguel darted out his tongue to taste her again, she exhaled sharply. He was anything but kind. His wicked mouth consuming, harsh, intense as he nipped at skin and thrust his tongue into her wetness. Every flick of his tongue and harsh brush of his teeth against her overstimulated slit made her whimper with need.

"Perhaps I'll have you like this at all times, tied down on my desk, forced to just take what I give you."

She bit her lip so hard it threatened to bleed. Okay, now she knew Miguel was going a bit insane. There was no way Miguel under any normal circumstance would allow his aura of professionalism to be violated.

Though, she supposed what they were doing right now was something that coworkers didn't do.

Typically, she wouldn’t complain over being whisked away from her work by Miguel. Who would?

But…

“Miguel-ah…we’ve been at this for-ah, fuck-hours. W-we should….mmm, we should take a break.”

Either Miguel couldn’t hear her with her thighs wrapped so tightly around his head or he was ignoring her. His lips sucked her swollen clit and for a moment she completely loss any train of thought.

She groaned. There was a building fire in her tense belly. Her abdominal muscle spasmed in protest. She wasn’t sure if she could take another orgasm so close to her prior ones. Her legs still hadn’t stopped shaking.

Miguel wasn’t sure if there was a heaven. But if there was, he was pretty sure it was right here in between her soft legs. He longed to her the soft sounds of pleasure. Miguel lapped at her slit hungrily, occasionally pushing his thick tongue in between her folds. Here, everything seemed right within the world, and all his problems seemed to fade away. All that mattered, was pleasing her and getting more of the sweet nectar on his tongue.

"M-miguel," her voice was weak. "I…I'm..I need a minute-I don't think-"

His fangs ached so terribly. He nipped her flesh warningly, not liking her dispirited tone. His body trembled. The animalistic side of him begged to fully sink his teeth into her soft sensitive skin, to mark her as his. To suck at her and inject her with paralytic venom so that she could never try to run away from him. To trap her with him forever.

“Fuck, corazon, my love, you taste so sweet.” Miguel felt so high off her sweet juices, he was almost babbling incoherently. “Me vuelva loco (You drive me crazy)."

She mewled, too incoherent to even give him a response.

"You’re mine. Mine. Mine. Mio para siempre (Mine forever.) No one else could see you like me except for me.”

Her inner thighs were littered with blooming red and purple bruises and harsh bite marks where Miguel could no longer resist the urge to sink his fangs into her.

“M-Miguel….I’m-ah-I’m going to come.”

He moaned in response. "Lechéame para mi (Cum for me)."

Miguel pushed two thick fingers into the slick, warm channel of her cunt. He curled them, finding the sweet spot that he had become well accustomed to. There was an intense, hot burst of heat as she tumbled off the edge. As she came, her cunt spasmed and clenched around his thick fingers. His tongue eagerly lapped at her folds. Her thighs were tightening their grip around his head. He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. Even with his super strength, her legs were strong enough to crush any man's skull.

It wouldn't be the worst way to go.

Miguel allowed her a brief moment of reprieve. Her mind was completely blank, floating high above the clouds, filled with nothing but thoughts of Miguel. Before long, his thick tongue dipped back into her quivering center. She keened, nerves completely fried and overly sensitive. She withdrew from his touch, trying her best to sluggishly pull away from Miguel’s onslaught even under the influence of paralytic venom.

He didn’t care for that. Growling, his bruising grip tightened around her. Miguel pulled her hips closer back to his face, making it quite clear where her place was.

She groaned. It looks like she was a going to be here for a while.

[vizzzashley]

Indeed it's a Good Morning

Warning: fluff in the beginning, implied smut, make out session, being possesive, reader x imaginary boyfriend

"Hey", I said gently as I ran my hands over his face. He just grunted and shoved his face further into the pillow. I laughed, " You will suffocate", I tried to pull the blanket off of him but he just pulled me and had me caged under him, spooning me. "Sleep", he mumbled directly in my ear as if he thought that would make me stop from my mission.

I turned around , still in his arms, mind you he had me in a death grip. I rubbed his nose with mine, whispering, " Wake up, sleepy head", my breath hitting his mouth and his mine and his was stinky. Well, I would not be disturbing his sleep if it had not be urgent, and enjoy being in his arms, so warm, which made me feel things that I would never be able to describe. He himself told me before bed to wake him up. Apparently, he has some urgent stuff to do before he had to go to work. I never thought I would be someone's alarm clock.

Okay, now he was officially ignoring me. But I know how to wake him up. With a smirk on my face, I inched my face closer to his and if possible I shifted my body closer to him. I slowly captured his lips with mine and kissed him just the way that, he always said, drove him crazy. I felt him groan in the kiss. Yup, he woke up. Fully awake, no trace of sleep, none, nada.

How I knew that? You might say, "duh he opened his eyes, he groaned", but no. That's not how I knew. I was aware he was fully awake, when he flipped me on my back and started kissing me back with an intensity that made my toes curl.

One of his hand on my cheek, cupping it and the other holding him up. Our tongues entwined, him tilting my head just to kiss me deeper. He bought his body closer, his knees between by thighs, his hand that was cupping my cheek traveled down to my neck, his other hand landing on my left hip. Finally, breaking the kiss to breathe, I opened my eyes, which were shut tight the moment he flipped me on my back. And I was met with a pair of gray eyes gazing into mine with a hunger that almost made me whimper. His eyes were clouded, dazed and I was the reason. As I realized I was the reason behind the emotion swirling inside his eyes, something fluttered in my heart.

He placed his forehead against mine, his voice low, husky, deep and hoarse, "You drive me crazy, mi Amor", there it was agin, the flutter in my chest. " So, damn crazy", with his lips smashed on to me again, kissing me like I would vanish any second and this were his last moments with me. His hands travelling all over me like he was accessing his property. His hands were leaving tingles, a burning sensation behind. And I could very well feel the heat between my thighs. His lips slowly worked towards my jaw, my neck, nipping at my sensitive skin. I couldn't help but let out a moan. "That sound", he groaned into my neck, his lips making it's way to my collarbone.

I felt him adjust his hips against me. I could feel him throbbing even with all our clothes on, through his shorts. And I was the reason. It was all because of me. I was the one who made him go crazy and loose control. He moved his hips against my core, once. The movement alone enough to loose my sanity. My mouth hung open, no sound coming through even though I wanted to moan, moan so loud at the pleasure I just felt by him touching me.

He was watching my reaction intently, drinking everything up. His eyes holding a promise, a promise that he's going to fuck me till I loose my brains. He looked like he was hunting me and is going to consume me whole, as he took of his tshirt that hid all his muscles. All mine. All mine to touch, to kiss, to roam my hands around. But he didn't need to chase me, I was already his, crazy for his love, his touch, his muscles, those strong arms, his eyes, the symmetry of his face, his black hair which were never not a mess, most of all the way he cared and made me feel all fuzzy and giddy and behave like a attention crazy freak around him.

His lips came to me again. But before they could touch mine, he muttered, "Good morning, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮". Yeah, good morning indeed. And a long one too.

[laurentdiroseti]

{Lilia Vanrouge x gn/MC}

“don't be afraid of the dark, my dear”

Tags: darkness, hidden, gentle, bite, whispers, teasing

After taking supplementary history lessons with Trein you were walking down the corridor on your way home when you heard a sudden blast. A shudder made your body jolt and you involuntarily closed your eyes. When calm reigned again,  you opened your eyelids at a slow pace and darkness bathed your vision. 

You remained silent as you tried to see something, but there was no light at all. Or that’s what you thought when a lightning stroke and the windows patterns reflected on the wall and contrasted a well-known figure. 

MC: “Lilia?”

Lilia: “what a shame, I wanted to surprise you, my dear”.

Surprise he says, it would’ve been more correct to say he scared you to death for a moment. 

Hand on your chest and an exhalation and he was already in front of you. You jumped a little inadvertently, gotta admit you should know he is like this, but it is hard to get used to his behavior. 

Lilia: “scared already?” 

MC: “should I be?”

Lilia: “we’re alone in a deserted corridor and you can’t see a thing, while I can see everything…” 

Lilia’s voice sounded like he was behind you. His hands moved from your knees all the way to the middle of your thighs, so slowly you could feel the light grasp of his fingers all the way up. You kept your air in as he was mischievously trying to tease you. Your objective was to keep your cool just in case someone could hear you. But your stone wall broke when you felt his hands point towards your inner thighs. Although you wanted to close your legs as fast as you could, the tension was too strong and you were too weak to fight it, which made you shiver lightly as you tried to hold back your voice. Maybe this was too much for you, it was scary not to be able to see. To felt somehow belittle being incapable to see.

Lilia was fast to know something was going on with you. He has never seen you that nervous and it was never his intention to make you feel uncomfortable. He softly took your hand and left a gentle kiss on it. 

Lilia: “worry not, my dear. Never, in all my years, have I ever made a woman cry, at least not in a way she wouldn’t want to”.  

Your blood rose up to your cheeks, hard to stay still after such a statement. Lilia could clearly see your cheeks getting redder and redder which made him smile even more. His facial expression became sharper, though you would never know among all that darkness. Not until a pair of glowing eyes invade your vision field. You could tell Lilia was standing upside down by the shape of his stare.

Lilia: “hold your horses, dear”.

His vivid purple eyes got lost between a curtain of smoke, as if he evaporated right there.

The imminent sound of steps made you stand on guard. Did he say that to warn you? Wait a moment, who is approaching you?

You felt Lilia’s hands grab you by the waist and move your body one step back. Your whole back and dérrière were touching a hard surface. But that’s impossible, you thought, he’s not that tall, right? Who is behind you? You would start to panic if it wasn't for the sound of Lilia’s voice in your ear: “sshhh…” he whispered. He was in his true-form you supposed, that would explain how he can rest his chin on your head.

XXXX: “…is someone there?”

It crossed your mind to ignore it so you could evade an interaction, but it would be suspicious not to answer him you. And, since you couldn’t see him he could bump into you. To help your indecisive self, Lilia applied some pressure to your waist as an indication to answer him. 

MC: “yes! I’m MC”.

XXXX: “oh, MC. It’s me, Silver. I was walking when the blackout happened. I thought I could take advantage of it and started sleepwalking, but I heard something in this direction and came to check if everything was in order”. 

Just when you wanted to answer him, Lilia’s leg moved between your thighs as his hands grabbed you possessively by the waist, making sure you wouldn't escape. He was pressing your body down to his leg, making friction with your intimate part. 

Silver: “MC? I suppose you don’t know the building as well as I do since you’re in first year, want me to use my magic to create a light?”

MC: “N- NO! No, it’s okay, it’s a corridor. I just have to keep walking straight and that’s it…”

Silver: “…I suppose that makes sense”.

Lilia started teasing your neck by leaving soft kisses. His cold lips repeatedly kissing the back of your neck sent shivers down your spine and nearly made you moan. If it wasn’t for his hand covering your mouth, you would have exposed yourself. But you couldn’t help yourself, there was not a single part of your body that wasn’t caressed by him. You tried to keep your composure when he stopped kissing you, but what a fool you were. His cold breath ascended from your neck all the way to your ear, the perfect height to whisper in an almost inaudible deep voice: 

Lilia: “sshh… we don’t want my son to hear you”.

Involuntarily you closed your tighs, worsening the situation since now he could feel your pulsations in his leg, which made him increase the pressure against your lower part. This was enough to let a tear fall down to Lilia’s hand on your mouth. Not satisfied with just one, he began to move his leg back and forth. You could only grab his other hand in your waist as a way to silently protest. Sorry for you, he was too occupied running his tongue along your neck to pay attention to your weak escaping try.

Silver: “then, I’ll be taking my leave, see you around”.

Lilia moved his hand away from your mouth to let you answer Silver.

MC: “se- see you…”

Then, he covered your mouth again, prepared for the loud moan you would make once his fangs pierce through your skin.

It didn’t feel painful, just incredibly warm. After he made sure to remember the taste of your blood, in a fragment of a second the lights were back on and he returned back to his short form floating upside-down as he normally does. 

Lila: “make sure to use this corridor again and don’t be scared of the dark, my dear”. 

He said, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. Then he disappeared in thin air leaving you like a mess, sat on the floor, tears of pleasure falling from your chin, redder than a ripen apple, shivers in your lower part and with a bite mark on you. 

To check if your shirt was bloodstained you touched your neck just to find Lilia left a band-aid on it. 

[xiaq]

Steddie Time Travel Fix-it: Pt. 5

Ao3 Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Eddie is dismayed to find that he likes Steve Harrington.

He likes his dry sense of humor and sarcastic quips; his earnest questions and stupid little head-tilts when he’s concentrating. It should be weird, the concentration. It should feel strange to be the obvious and sole focus of Steve’s attention, but it’s not. After only a cursory discussion of Steve’s character–which is shockingly well thought-out with a multi-paragraph backstory and even a drawing, Steve asks about Eddie’s last campaign and then keeps asking follow-up questions and—

Eddie doesn’t know how it happens, but suddenly it’s well after dark and he’s slurping the dregs of a chocolate milkshake while Steve leans forward on his elbows across from him, smiling softly as Eddie gestures his way through recounting a particularly devious twist he’d engineered for the party.

The waitress comes over to take their empty plates. She’s been entirely unambiguous about her interest in Steve since the moment they sat down: All shoulder-touches and soft laughter and a level of attentiveness to their water glasses that far supersedes the service Eddie has ever received when he’s come alone to the diner. 

And Steve has all but ignored her.

She’s pretty, is the thing. Eddie might be gay but he’s not blind and she’s—very pretty. Petite. Curvy. Glossy hair, straight white teeth, and a sweet husky sort of voice that even he can admit is nice to listen to.

But Steve hardly spares her a glance aside from general courtesy. The last time she’d come over to cock her hip and let her fingers linger on his arm and ask if he was sure there wasn’t anything else she could get for him he’d shifted just enough to dislodge her hand, given her a bland, fleeting, smile, and answered, “just the check, thanks,” before immediately turning back to Eddie and gesturing for him to continue.

It makes something warm and dangerous well in his chest and threatens to spill out of his mouth. Eddie thinks the attention might be going to his head. Because the way Steve is looking at him is––it feels intentional. Intimate. And he still has absolutely no idea what’s happening with Buckley and the kids and…Hopper of all people. He doesn’t understand why they’re all so interested in spending time with him. He should probably take Wayne’s advice and give Harrington a wide berth. But he’s only a man. And Steve Harrington is looking at him.

“So,” Eddie says, fumbling a bit as his story winds to an end. “Enough about that. We, uh, we should look at your character some more, right? Since that was the whole point of this rendezvous.”

Steve glances at the full tables around them, wrinkling his nose. “It’s kinda loud here. You wanna go somewhere else?”

The words are casual, off-the-cuff, but they’re delivered with the same, strange urgency that was in Steve’s voice when he asked about Eddie’s favorite song.

“Somewhere…else,” Eddie repeats.

“My place is a little bit of a drive,” Steve prompts.

“...we could go to my place?” Eddie suggests. 

Steve’s posture loosens. “Yeah, cool. If you don’t mind.”

Eddie continues to have no idea what’s happening.

“Sure,” he says. 

Steve tosses a handful of cash onto the table–more than enough to cover both their meals, and stands. 

“Cool. Let’s go.”

And then he’s offering Eddie his hand.

Eddie doesn’t need a hand. He has two perfectly functional feet and is wholly capable of standing without assistance.

He takes Steve’s hand. 

He lets Steve wrap his fingers around Eddie’s wrist and pull him up and off the tacky bench seat and then he lets Steve pull him down the narrow aisle between tables and out the door into the parking lot and Eddie doesn’t protest.

When Steve releases him to walk around the car to the driver’s side, Eddie does not flex his hand like a Victorian maiden who has only just felt a man’s touch for the first time.

He doesn’t.

The ride to the park is short and full of cool evening air through the open windows and Steve softly singing along to songs that really ought to be screamed. Eddie taps his fingers to the drums on the sun-warmed siding of the Beemer and tries to look outside and not at Steve’s profile. He’s only about 40% successful. 

It’s Wayne’s night off, which means that when they get to the trailer and Eddie ushers Steve inside and into his bedroom, he gets two raised eyebrows from his Uncle on the couch followed by a smile hidden behind a cough when Eddie flips him off in response to the raised eyebrows.

Eddie shuts his bedroom door and gestures for Steve to make himself comfortable. His room isn’t a terrible wreck but there isn’t much space even when it’s clean, which means he now has to contend with Steve Harrington sitting on his bed.

He has a small, quiet, crisis about that.

“So,” Steve says. “Can you tell me about this new campaign? Not––I don’t want to cheat or anything. Just, like. So I can start thinking about it?”

“Well,” Eddie says, kicking off his shoes. “It’s set in the world of Greyhawk, and I’m calling it,” he puts on his sinister voice, and reaches to flip the light switch back and forth a few times, “The Curse of the Cult of Vecna.”

And Steve—

Stops. 

His fingers, which had been unlacing his sneakers, go still. His bouncing knee and his nodding head and just—everything. Totally frozen.

Eddie is pretty sure he stops breathing.

And then he’s breathing too fast and too loud and he’s sliding from the bed to the ground, pushing himself back in some sort of fucked up crab walk until hes pressed into the corner. 

“Whoa, hey,” Eddie says, “Steve?”

He’s looking right at Eddie but he’s clearly not seeing him.

Steve gasps, chokes on the gasp, and then gasps again.

He looks terrified. The kind of terror Eddie’s never actually seen in real life before. More importantly, it seems he’s forgotten how to breathe. Because his shuddering inhales are raw and horrible and make Eddie’s throat hurt in sympathy.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eddie mutters. And then, louder, “Wayne! Wayne, I need help!”

The door slams against the opposite wall a moment later and it takes Wayne all of two seconds to drop into a crouch beside Steve on the floor.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know! We were just talking and then he ––I don’t know. Do we call an ambulance?” Eddie asks.

Steve shakes his head at the same time Wayne says, “No, go get me some ice.”

“Ice?” Eddie repeats. His voice is high and panicked and he doesn’t even care because Steve Harrington looks like he’s dying on Eddie’s bedroom floor.

“Ice, Eddie, now,” Wayne says, using a voice that automatically has Eddie scrambling for the freezer door and knocking cubes out of the tray and into his hand.

“Hey now,” Wayne is saying to Steve, quiet but firm, “you had attacks like this before, son? Okay. You know the drill, then. You want to breathe with me? Will that help?”

Eddie comes around the corner to Wayne’s hand hovering over Steve’s chest.

“Can I touch you?”

Steve nods, or manages something close to a nod, and Wayne splays his palm on Steve’s stomach. He gestures Eddie forward.

“Eddie is going to give you some ice cubes and you’re going to focus on how cold they feel while you breathe with me, okay? Good. And when you breathe, you try to breathe into your belly where my hand is like––perfect, just like that. You’re already on the right track, kid. Ice, Eddie.”

Steve’s hands reach, sort of, and Eddie throws himself back down onto the floor, forcing Steve’s slack fingers around two ice cubes in each hand. His right hand can’t seem to keep them contained, fumbling the cubes one, two, three times onto the carpet, so Eddie keeps his own fingers wrapped around Steve’s, forcing the ice tight to his palms.

Wayne takes a deep breath and Steve’s mimicry is painful to listen to.

“Good,” Wayne lies. “Again.”

They breathe.

And they breathe.

And they breathe.

Eddie falls into the cadence with them, feeling dizzy with some combination of panic and confusion and relief that Wayne is here. 

He feels useless.

He is useless.

What the fuck even happened?

When Steve’s breathing has evened out a little and he’s able to hold what’s left of the melting ice on his own, Eddie stumbles over to his record player and puts on his Holy Diver album, lifting the arm to place the needle right in the gap area where the title track lives.

When the song starts, Steve looks up at him with a shaky exhalation of a laugh.

“Thanks,” he rasps. “Sorry.”

Wayne rocks back on his heels, wrists on his bent knees.

“You feeling better, son?”

“Much,” Steve agrees. “Thanks. I might sit here for a minute, though.”

Wayne makes his standing-up groaning noise, using the bed to get to his feet. “We’ll allow it.”

He meets Eddie’s eyes and nods him over and Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice. He crams himself back in the corner with Steve, shoulders touching. Steve huffs out another laugh.

He looks exhausted.

“Landslide,” Eddie says, swaying so he can shove a little at Steve’s side.

“What?” Steve murmurs.

“My song. The one that would bring me back to myself. It’s Landslide. Fleetwood Mac. My mom loved that song. She liked when I’d sing it for her on bad nights.”

He’s never told anyone this before. He studiously avoids eye contact with Wayne.

“Oh,” Steve says. “That’s…yeah. A good one.”

He opens his eyes, glancing first at Eddie beside him, then Wayne, standing in the doorway. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again, voice all rough like he’s just come off stage at a show. 

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Wayne says. “Can’t help the shit your brain pulls on you. I’ve got more than one friend with the––I think they’re calling it ‘PTSD’ these days, but it was ‘shellshock’ in my Dad’s day. Got the ice trick from a buddy of mine that served in Vietnam.”

“I didn’t go to war,” Steve says quietly.

Wayne makes a considering noise. “War ain’t so singular a thing as most people think, in my opinion.” He knocks on the door frame. “I’ll leave you boys alone. Let me know if you need anything.”

And then the door is closed again and Eddie is looking at Steve’s hands. They’re wet from the melted ice. His jeans are blotchy with darkened damp patches where his hands are resting. Eddie wants to offer him new clothes to change into. He wants to wrap Steve in his favorite blanket and tuck him into his bed and make him stay the night. He wants to fix whatever has made his face look like that.

Eddie has always had a thing for strays, for the injured and the sick and the weak and the outcast. That’s not a surprise. But he’s still coming to grips with the fact that Steve Harrington apparently fits into that demographic.

“So,” Eddie says. “Can I ask what uh, what happened? There.”

“Sorry, it’s so fucking stupid. It’s. It was the lights, the flickering, but also just…Vecna.”

He says the word carefully, like it comes with a sour taste. Like he’s walking cautiously around it. His fingers curl briefly into fists. “I had no idea I’d respond like that, though. I’m sorry.”

“Ok, well, fuck that,” Eddie stands, grabbing his campaign-planning spiral off the top of his dresser. He chucks it, as dramatically as possible, which is very, into the trash bin.

“What?” Steve says.

“No more Cult of Vecna. I’ve been wanting to do another Waterdeep campaign anyway.” He scrubs a hand through his hair, warming to the idea. “Dragonheist would be good since we have a couple newbies.”

“Hey, no.” Steve pushes himself up enough to clamber back onto the bed. “You shouldn’t change your campaign because of me. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you kidding? This will likely be my only chance to corrupt a jock. I’ll pull out all the stops for you, Harrington.”

He fishes a fresh spiral from the stack on the shelf above his dresser and grabs a pen from the mug beside it. He holds the cap between his teeth, felt tip poised over the paper.

“Anything else I should avoid?” he asks. It’s mostly a joke, when he says it, until he glances up and sees Steve’s face. It looks like he’s actually considering it. Like he does have something he wants to add but doesn’t know how serious Eddie is.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“Demogorgon,” Steve says finally. “And Mind Flayer.”

“And a hearty fuck you to the prince of demons and all Illithids as well,” Eddie says, making note of it with a flourish. He caps the pen again. “Oh! I almost forgot.”

He squats to pull out the bottom drawer of his dresser, rifles through it for a moment, and then stands, triumphant, with a Hellfire shirt. He lobs it at Steve who catches it easily with one hand. 

Jocks.

“You have to wear the shirt on Friday,” Eddie says sternly. “Everyone wears them on meeting days. Thems the rules.”

“Are you kidding?” Steve’s voice is still rough, but he’s not pale anymore, and he’s sort of smiling. “The cool shirt was the whole reason I asked to join.”

Eddie laughs, moving to sit beside him, nudging their shoulders together because he wants to touch and gently stroking Steve’s hair isn’t an option.

“I am kidding,” Eddie says, “you don’t actually have to wear the shirt to school. But it’s yours if you want it as an official member of the club. You can like, sleep in it or whatever.”

Then again, Eddie doesn’t sleep much of anything. Steve probably doesn’t either. That’s not a trail of thought he’s going to continue down.

“I’m wearing the shirt to school,” Steve says.

He looks like he’s serious. 

Eddie drums his fingers in his knees, considering. “You’re aware that’s going to be social suicide for you, right? I don’t know if it somehow escaped your notice, but I feel duty bound to inform you that Hellfire members are at the bottom of the Hawkins High food chain. Walking the halls in that shirt will be the equivalent of…” he has to think for a moment, because he honestly doesn’t know how to conceptualize it. “... taking an intentional swan dive from a royal parapet down into the abyss of peasant-dom. You’ll be rubbing elbows with the unwashed masses.”

Eddie nudges him again with one elbow because he has an excuse.

“I’m pretty sure I already jumped off that…parapet,” Steve says dryly. 

He’s not exactly wrong. But if Steve actually shows up unapologetically sporting the Hellfire devil ––Eddie isn’t worried, per say. But that’s a target. Not just on Steve’s literal chest and metaphorical back, but on the entire club. They’ll have to be careful. More careful than usual.

“Besides,” Steve says, nudging him back. “Maybe I like the unwashed masses.”

Eddie swallows. He does not read anything into the line of Steve’s body pressed against his. “Your funeral.”

“I’m wearing the shirt,” Steve repeats. His tone leaves no room for argument.

“Alright,” Eddie agrees. “You’re wearing the shirt.”

Pt. 6

[pommunist]

Thoughts on Quackity’s stream

Q saying that he’s doing the stream in english instead of spanish and saying it’s because people were upset that the previous statements were in spanish. Obviously I’d like for him to speak about these important things in the language of his choice, but I feel like he misunderstood that the issue most people had was actually not the language but the lack of subtitles + official translation. And this issue still stands when he speaks english btw.

Now, and I believe that’s all that need to be said about this : Anyone who goes out of their way to spread Q’s personal information and/or uses it to threaten and harass him are proper freaks and I will never stand for that. I’m sorry that he is fearing for his safety, no one deserves to go through that.

I know that there are many people who perceived him stepping down from his position as a way to avoid his responsibilities and I can definitely see where they’re coming from but I personally see it as a good thing. Obviously because safety comes first and if taking a step back can stop him from being put in harm’s way, absolutely a great decision. And also because this may allow people who are more capable of handling this position to be put in charge.

I’m also glad that he’s taking actions against the people who were misusing his funds and who enforced a toxic work environment. We don’t know anything about these people so I won’t talk much about it but I hope they face the consequences of their actions.

Also good that it was clarified that that one problematic person has not been involved with the project, I think everyone is relieved to know that someone unsafe was not a part of it. Although, while he was right to warn people not to spread misinformation (this is true for everything btw do your research !), I don’t like how he said to be mindful about the intentions of people who raised the question, because a lot of them had genuine concern about it being a possibility and this could have been a very serious and dangerous thing if it had been true.

It’s good that he acknowledged that he didn’t properly address the issue of xenophobia against brazilians the first time and apologised for it. However I don’t like how he took the time to address that it was specifically brazilians who were being targeted, but didn’t address that it was mostly his own community who was responsible for it, which led to another wave of hate and bigotry towards brazilian fans on twitter. However I’m not brazilian myself and it’s only up to them wether they choose to accept his apology or not.

He talked about how he is usually a private person regarding these situations and to be honest I’ve always admired the fact that he doesn’t engage publicly with drama. Drama, except this isn’t drama, it goes way beyond what this word means.

Him saying he was ready to handle it privately but that it was made public before that is just so hypocritical to me, because we know from the many admins statements that they had tried to bring attention internally to some of the problems but it was either ignored, or actually impossible from them to have communication with the higher hierarchy. So saying what he said just puts the blame on the admins who came out with their stories for this whole situation taking the proportions it has taken.

And great that he’s saying that there has been some restructuring made within the team, and hopefully these changes will only leave the studios with competent people who are good intentioned towards everyone involved. I won’t like though, I fail to see how asking for everyone’s feedback and taking it into account to make these changes wasn’t an option. Also the fact that this restructuring ended up causing them to massively letting go of all the twitter teams as well as some other admins is still an issue.

Like he can deny that he purposefully put his stories above those of other ccs, say that he does have passion for the project and was involved in its creative development, which I’m not trying to imply he’s lying about btw, but not address the main issue of the admins situation ? Not a word about or for them ? But instead you use your plateform to talk about your role in the lore knowing these are talking points discussed by the admins and community. What good does that do except for your own image ? What do you think your fans are going to do if not go and harass the people who have made these claims ? Meanwhile people will discuss these topics that are so far removed from the main issue and focus less on what the admins went through.

I’m not saying this was intentional, I’m not saying he’s directly guilty of any disgusting behaviour that some of his fans are guilty of, but as an influencer with an audience as large as his is, you have a certain responsibility to try your best to prevent these things happening.

If you think I’m exaggerating, that it couldn’t be that bad, just know that since the stream :

Admins who spoke up are receiving hate again and Léa is getting the worst of it as you can imagine. Like I mentioned before, there has been a resurgence of xenophobic tweets against the brazilian community. French qsmptwt accounts and others who took a stance for the admins are also being insulted/harassed again. Léa, Lumi (Pomme admin) and Shade (Dapper admin) have all had some of their private info leaked. There has even been a call to mass report Nat_Ali’s, the streamer who conducted Lea’s interview, twitch channel.

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And because still he didn’t do it and I want to end on a positive note, some thanks are in order

Twitter admins, thank you for making every stream accessible to everyone, allowing us to follow what went on when we could watch and to rewatch the best moments. Thank you for adding your own comments to the clips, and for making all the funny memes, you gave a heart to these accounts. Thank you as well for being the ones to collect fanarts for the museum, for giving many people an opportunity to appreciate the wonderful talent of the community.

Writers, thank you for coming up with such amazing and intriguing stories, and making us pull our hair out theorising about them ! I wish you were given the space and creative freedom to develop them more and make them flourish.

Roleplayers, thank you for having done such a wonderful job giving life to all these characters I hope you know how deeply they are loved by us the viewers. Mentions spéciales : Lumi, merci pour Pomme, merci pour avoir représenté notre pays, notre langue et notre culture pendant tout ce temps, on aurait pas pu rêver d’une meilleure ambassadrice 🍎♥️. Léa merci pour tout ton travail, tes illustrations, tes personnages, et aussi toutes tes refs purement fr ahah. Merci et bravo d’avoir osé parler surtout, on est avec toi 🐰💓.

Thanks to all the builders, devs, artists, translators, sound designers, everyone who has been a star in the qsmp constellation and has worked to make it such a great time for us viewers.