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sturniololoves · 3 days

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‘AGORA HILLS’ — MATTHEW STURNIOLO

౨ৎ pairing. fwb! Matthew Sturniolo x influencer! Reader

౨ৎ summary. in which they’re with friends hanging at the triplets place, and reader can’t keep her hands off of Matt.

౨ৎ requested. no

౨ৎ warnings. DOM! MATT, bathroom sex, semi- rough sex, male!receiving oral, P in V, degrading, praising, choking, fingering, spit???, PURE FILTH, etc

౨ৎ word count. 2.2k

So, 9:30? I’ll see you there

"So, 9:30 tonight, meet up at your place?" you ask, sitting in front of your mirror, FaceTiming Matt. You and Matt have had something going on since you met a couple of months ago. You're both influencers and are both pretty popular at the moment.

“Mhm, I think we're just going to eat and watch movies,” he replies to your question, him just laying in bed.

You start to put on your eyeliner, getting ready to film a video before tonight so it'll be ready to post for tomorrow since you have plans tonight. “Whose all going to be there?” you question focusing on the mirror and liquid eyeliner in your hand.

“Just my brothers, I believe Jake, Johnnie, and Tara are going to pull up, Sam and Colby, and Larray is already here hanging out with Nick” he answers.

“Mmm okay alright see you there,” you say. You're all familiar with the group that's going to be there. You met them at the same time you met Matt.

People on the internet like to say that y'all are the carrier of YouTube right now.

No, you hang up, you hang up

“Can you hang up for me? I can't use my hands right now,” you ask still busy doing makeup.

“No, you hang up.” he laughs.

“Matt-” you say in a serious tone.

“Okay, okay I'll hang up.” he laughs before you hear the sound of the call ending.

Currently, you're lying on the couch right beside Matt, watching a movie at his house with your group of friends.

You got everything that you needed done earlier including: filming a video for your channel, editing the video, and cleaning up the house before you came to have fun (and hopefully get dick)

In reality, you aren't even paying attention to the movie. You're just watching the way Matt's facial features and actions change as the movie goes on.

His jaw clenched, rolling his neck around when it started to get stiff, tongue running across his teeth; all this making you want to pounce on him at that very moment.

You decide to take a risk and put your hand on his upper thigh close to his dick under the blanket. This made him look at you and widen his eyes to give you a warning look

You smirk at that, looking around you to make sure you won't be seen for what you're about to do.

Jake and Johnnie are stuffing their faces with the food on the table.

Nick and Larray whispering to each other, probably gossiping about something.

Sam and Colby watching the movie.

Tara is for once actually paying attention to the movie also.

And Chris is on his phone.

All distracted enough for you to make a more obscure move on Matt in hopes of getting what you want. Him.

Kissin’ and hope they caught us (ah)

You lean your head on him, your hand still close to his dick. You start to flutter light pecks onto his neck and behind his ear, nibbling on it as you do so.

He's confused but at the same time, he's turning his neck to give you more access.

“What are you doing?” he grumbles out in a whisper, a shake to his voice from the rush of pleasure.

“I want you,” you say, his neck against your lips muffling the sound of your voice.

That makes him turn his head towards you giving you a questioning look, “what do you mean??” he asks, he knows he just wants to hear you say it.

“I want you Matt, I need you to fuck me.” your lips are now off of his neck, but instead you're giving him a “fuck me” look; your hand is still close to his crotch which you can feel growing underneath your touch.

“Baby, we're in front of people,” he says looking you in your eyes.

“I don't care, Matt,” you pout feeling his dick now fully hard just from the filthy and desperate words leaving your mouth.

He thinks for a minute also just as desperate as you are. Leaning closer where his lips are brushing against your ear, “Meet me in the bathroom in 10?”

“Mhm,” you whine out from the success.

He starts to get up, “I'm going to the bathroom.” he says getting off the couch. Series of “okay” flooding the room.

About 10 minutes later you also get up, not saying anything to coarse suspicion.

You walk down the hallway heat coursing your body with just the want and thought of Matt fucking you in his bathroom with his brothers and friends in the next room.

You reach the bathroom, knocking on the door. Immediately in a flash, the door is opened and you're pulled in and pushed up against the door.

Matt standing over you, his hands beside your head. You can feel his breath on your neck making you whine with anticipation.

Making eye contact, “fuck me.”

He instantly attacks your lips with kisses, your lips making smacking sounds, tongues colliding making sounds you only thought could be found in porn. spit coating your faces.

your lips are beginning to swell and turn red and you both can feel that from the toughness of the kiss.

you run your hands through his hair trying to push his lips farther into yours. his hands and situated on your hips starting to grind you against the already painfully hard bulge. The bulge causes the fabric of your shorts to rub against your clit making you whine and moan into his mouth.

That's true that I like PDA, take you to a seedy place suck a little dick in the bathroom

Your hands make their way to his chest pushing it back, “I need you”.

He smirks, “get on your knees,” he demands with a motion of his finger to the floor.

You oblige, slowly making your way to the tile floor of the bathroom.

Once you're at eye level with his dick, you start to unbuckle his belt and swiftly remove his jeans and underwear.

your mouth starts to water at the sight of it wanting it in your mouth and immediately starts to stroke from the base to the tip up and down

hooded eyes staring into yours as you do so, his mouth agape at the feeling of you jerking him off.

“Can I please suck your dick? I need it in my mouth,” you ask looking up at him.

“Suck it good for me baby,” he says grabbing the back of your head and pushing it forward until your closed lips are touching the tip, giving a peck on it.

“Open your mouth,” he demands.

You do so, Matt immediately pushing your head down. You gag as your nose touches the base of his dick. Allowing him to fuck your mouth, head bobbing up and down moaning and gagging around his dick.

Your gagging causes vibrations to send down his dick making him throw his head back and whine out, “Take my dick like the dirty slut you are”.

Your eyes rolled back from the name, “mmm yeah you like that don’t you, you like being my dirty little slut.”

“Mhm,” you moan out around his dick saliva and precum coating your chin.

This causes him to tighten his grip on your head, bobbing your head up and down faster, you hollow your cheeks to keep it in

He tenses up and immediately shoots his load down your throat with a loud whine of your name, The others can probably hear you but at this point, you don't care. you try to keep as much in your mouth, but you aren't as successful as some roll down your chin and coat your still-covered breasts.

Matt pulls you off his dick, heavy pants throughout the bathroom, humidity coating the air.

“Swallow Baby, swallow like the slut you are.” You do so by showing him by sticking your tongue out, swiping up the fallen amount on your finger, and sucking on it still maintaining eye contact.

He pulls you up by your shoulders, kissing you and tasting the saltiness of his cum on your lips, moaning at the taste.

His upper half is still covered, and you start to tug at it, “Take it off,” he says.

You do so and he also starts to tug at yours giving him the demand to rip it off, only leaving you in your panties and bra.

He grabs your ass picking you up so you’re legs are wrapped around his waist, he turns you around towards the counter setting you on it.

Your back arches towards Matt from the feeling of the coldness of the counter against your barely covered ass and thighs.

Matt spreads your legs, revealing a portion of your panties.

“So fucking soaked.” Matt scoffs, you whining at the dirty talk. He tugs down your panties to your ankles causing you to wince at the rush of cool air in your clit.

“Don’t make a sound. Don't want the other to hear, do you?” gotta stretch you out first before you can take my dick like a good girl. He says sternly, you nodding your head and biting your lip.

he pushes in two fingers slowly, watching my face for any signs of discomfort, but all he sees is my mouth gape open in pleasure.

Gushy wet sounds are heard throughout the bathroom, “so fucking soaked, baby.”

He moves his fingers in your pussy quickly starting to make a heat build-up in your stomach.

“Matt, I'm gonna cum!” you cry out before releasing juices all over his fingers and your thighs with the fry or his name following.

“Ugh f-fuck” you moan out still shaking from your intense orgasm.

He pulls his fingers out bringing them up to his mouth moaning at the taste of you, “Taste so fucking good.”

When you finally come down from your orgasm you stand up on your feet hopping off the counter, your legs slightly feeling jelly from your previous orgasm.

“Need you inside me, Matt” you speak your hand caressing his abdomen.

He turns you around your back to his front, you facing the mirror while he's holding your hips, “you ready baby,” he asks his tip running through your juice-covered folds and teasing you by brushing up against your clit.

You nodded your head at him keeping eye contact through the mirror.

“Words, I need words” he speaks.

“Mhm, yes Matt, need you in me right fucking now!” you whisper out

With that, he thrust into you with no warning causing you to bend over the counter with the force.

You can feel him stretching out your walls, your pussy hugging his dick just right causing him to groan at the feeling.

He starts thrusting in slowly, but still having enough force to hear a clap throughout the bathroom at each slap of your hips.

He pulls you up again back to his front his arm making its way around your neck sorta in a headlock position.

Baby, let me lick on your tattoos

Your arms reach up to Matts pulling it off to where it is in front of your face.

You start to run your tongue and bite on his tattoos to keep from being loud.

“Mm yeah baby this is just what you wanted huh, teasing me like the fucking white you are in front of your friends,” he says his pace starting to speed up, causing your eyes to roll back and to answer him by moaning out against his tatted arm.

You look so fucked out, eyes hooded mouth salivating on his arm, head starting to ring from the immense pleasure he's giving her

You can hit it while they watch, boy

“Or maybe since you want to tease me you wouldn't mind me fucking you dumb in front of them!” this causing you to moan louder at the dirty talk.

Your pussy starting to tighten up, him feeling your orgasm start to inch closer, “Yes, Yes, holy fuck Matt you're gonna make me cum!” you heaved out.

“Be a good girl for me and hold it,” he says reaching down with his free hand and starting to rub your clit.

“Matt I can't, I'm so close, so so close Matt” you whines your body starting to shake.

“Let it go, i’m almost there, come with me baby,”

your eyes screw close, letting out a loud whine as you squeeze against Matt trigging his orgasm.

Your stomach tightens as you release all over his dick. Your pleasure coats his dick as he lets out a series of whines and curses as he fills you up.

It be ten-toes down on the dash, gettin’ fast food

Still inside of you trying to both catch your breath, he leans up making eye contact with you, “Soooo, you wanna go get food?”

You giggle, “you’re still inside of me dickhead.”

But best believe you still got your food.

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A/n: guys cut me some slack this is my first time writing smut i’m way better at making ideas

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chosolala · 2 days

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༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ jjk date headcannons

pt. 2!! just some cute ideas of where i think jjk characters would take you on a date :)

characters: gojo, geto, shoko, higuruma, kusakabe, toji, todo, kokichi, noritoshi

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satoru gojo

laser tag + go karting !!

maybe he’d take you on a double date with geto and his partner

your team destroys getos (gojo carries you guys)

gets you guys food from the bar (he pays ofc)

he keeps you laughing and smiling the entire time

suguru geto

escape room !!

he makes you feel a little stupid with how fast he catches onto everything right away

you do your best to help

he gets you guys burgers after :)

he takes you home after too and tells you how much fun he had with you (already planning your next date)

ieri shoko

stargazing !!

you guys sit on the roof and have really good convos

it wasn’t a planned date, it kinda just happened

she brings candy for you guys to share

you guys end up learning a lot about eachother through your talk and it kind of becomes a ritual you guys have, meeting on the roof and talking

hiromi higuruma

depends on his schedule, either a fancy restaurant that’s like super hard to get a table at

or if he works late or doesn’t have much time he’ll order food to his place for you guys and cuddle up on the couch with a movie on

he is very sweet and holds you very gently

you guys aren’t focused on the movie for very long

atsuya kusakabe

lego building or puzzle + order takeout !!

he’s probably too lazy or tired to go out so he’ll bring home some food and you guys crack open that lego plant you bought so long ago and never built

you guys just listen to music quietly in the background while you build and drink whatever beverage of your choice while eating junk food

toji fushiguro

also depends, if he just got paid from a mission he’d spoil you on a shopping spree

new clothes, new shoes, maybe a quick stop at victoria secret too

if he doesn’t have money then don’t expect anything from him

if you set up a date he’ll go along with it though

maybe a home cooked meal and candle lit dinner

aoi todo

he would probably do something really romantic, like set up an at home spa day for you or bring you out on a picnic

probably does something cheesy like sing you a song and play guitar for you

keeps you laughing the entire time

brings you chocolate and flowers

kokichi muta

aquarium or painting date !!

he picks you up and you guys take the train together to the aquarium

he gets you guys boba and you guys walk to the aquarium together

he takes so many pictures of you and secretly admires u

if you guys paint i feel like hed want to do that trend where you paint for 5 mins then switch canvases and add to each others pictures and then switch again (does that description make sense idk 😭)

brings you home and sends you all the pics he took and talks abt how pretty you are

noritoshi kamo

home cooked meal !!

he would cook your favorite meal and suprise you when you get home

he doesn’t strike me as the type of guy who would go out and be romantic in public

he would put on like jazz music and set the table vv nice for you guys

you guys have really good convo and he holds you hand on top of the table :]

maybe he’ll put on a cute romantic movie for you guys to watch on the couch after

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ihrthoney · 3 days

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christmas regrets

pairing: christmas showdown!chifuyu x f!reader

warnings: fluff, some angst, happy ending! (this is chifuyu centric)

word count: 1k

an: based on the episode where chifuyu is bummed because he can’t get a christmas date :p

It has been a few days since the fight with black dragons and Chifuyu’s leg was still kind of messed up. He can walk just fine if he ignores the pain.

Takemitchy was currently at his house, he said he wanted to make sure Chifuyu was okay. They filled each other in on what had happened. It turns out that after the fight, Takemitchy and Hina get back together. Although, Chifuyu didn’t even know they had broken up!

“Heh, yeah... I kind of broke up with her on Christmas Eve.” Takemichi embarrassingly admits.

The blonde gapes at him, “Why would you do something as stupid as that!”

“Her dad sat me down and asked me to! He asked if I would be able to keep her out of danger. It made me think about whether or not I could! I mean, I told you the future!”

“But that’s why you’re here! To change the future!” Chifuyu argues.

“I know! After the fight, I apologized to her and vowed to do my best to protect her no matter what!” Takeichi exclaimed.

The two continued to talk, going back and forth on their New Year plans when a sudden question appeared in Chifuyu’s mind,

“Speaking of plans, I have a question for you.”

Looking away from one of the blondes’ manga, “What is it?”

Shyly, Chifuyu asks, “Am I married in the future?”

It takes a minute of digging through memories before he remembers Chifuyu mentioning something about a wife.

“Actually, yeah you are.” Another memory floods his mind, though it isn’t of Chifuyu but Kazutora.

“Do you know how awful it is having to tell yet another person that I couldn’t save their loved one!” Kazutora yells. Anger coursed through his veins, tears brimming the edge of his eyes.

“Because of scum like you, yn is going to have to mourn for the rest of her life!”

Waving his hand in front of Takemichi’s face, “Hey, are you listening?”

The latter blinks, “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you know her name.” Excitement is written all over his face.

“Her name is YN.” At his response, Chifuyu’s smile dropped from his face. His reaction confused him, “What?”

“YN? As in, YN LN?” Chifuyu asked.

Shrugging, he replies, “That’s what Kazutora said. Why?”

Looking away, rubbing his neck in embarrassment, “I.. sort of rejected her.”

“WHAT! But all you do is complain about how much you wish you had a girlfriend?!” Chifuyu scoffs at that, the urge to slap Takemichi strong,

“It was before I met Baji, I was a different person. I told you already, I was full of anger and hate. She had confessed to me on the rooftop at school but I said no. I was uncaring and rude, she didn’t deserve someone like that.” After his confession, Chifuyu’s eyes widen.

“Oh shit!” Quickly, Chifuyu got out of bed, threw on a jacket and socks, and ran out the door.

Chasing after him, Takemichi asks what he’s doing, “I’ll be right back!” With that, the door closes in his face.

It was the last day of school before winter break, finals were over and Chifuyu was relieved. He stretched in his seat, focused on the plans to stop Hakkai when two girls walked in front of his desk.

Without a word, they drop a note on his desk and walk away giggling. He had half a mind to just ignore it but the shoujo reader in him was too curious.

So, he opened the letter to find the text,

“Meet me on the rooftop.

- yn”

He blinks once, twice, then jumps out of his seat to run towards the roof. Excitement rushes through his body, Chifuyu was so thankful for another chance with you!

Although, right before he can open the door, he feels his phone buzz. He wanted to ignore it, but when he sees that it's Takemitchy he pauses his movements.

The blonde can barely get a sentence out before he’s loudly interrupted, “I’m bus-”

“Come to my house! Quick!”

Chifuyu sighs, the current situation with the Christmas plan is important and the future is quite literally at stake.

Regretfully, Chifuyu turns around and sprints towards Takemitchy’s house, leaving you alone and upset.

If Chifuyu slams the door open and shut too harshly, Takemichi ignores it.

It’s snowing but Chifuyu feels hot after sprinting to your house. How he knew where you lived was a mystery, (Hina once briefly mentioned you live in the same building as her and he kindly asked if he could know the door number).

After catching his breath, the blonde tries to straighten his jacket and smooth down his hair. He stood outside your door, suddenly nervous when he noticed he didn’t bring anything as a peace offering.

He starts to slightly rock back and forth on his feet when the door suddenly opens,

“Matsuno?” You questioned, his heart skips at the sight of you in casual clothes.

Blinking, “Hey LN.”

“What are you doing here?” Shit. He was blanking, he didn’t prepare a speech or anything, all Chifuyu just wanted was to see you.

“I came here to see you.” The delinquent answers.

“Okay... Can I ask why?” Leaning on the doorframe, you wait for an explanation.

“I just wanted to see you,” You blushed at the honesty, “I also wanted to apologize for standing you up on the rooftop. I swear I meant to meet you but then I got caught up with other shit and then I just finally remembered today of your note. I’m also sorry for rejecting you a little while back, I was an ass and-”

Chifuyu was rambling and to help reassure him, you ruffle his hair a bit, “It’s okay, Matsuno.”

You were about to take your hand back when he gently held it in his own, “Please, let me make it up to you. Are you free tomorrow?”

Your brain froze at the contact, you couldn’t believe your crush was asking you out!

“Are you sure you’re free tomorrow?” You tease.

His face gets a little red, embarrassed at his previous actions, “From now on, I’ll always make time for you.”

It was such a serious statement that your cheeks matched the red hue on his.

“Then it’s a date, Matsuno.” Your hands were still intertwined,

“Please, call me Chifuyu.”

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hotmessmaxpress · 1 day

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in your onlyfans!au do you think vale and marc do some only fans content together? trying to make sure that that nobody can recognize vale of course. i was thinking some of these pov videos (like vale holding the camera while marc's giving him head only showing marc's face and his own dick).

Here, have Rosquez OnlyFans AU, part 10 🤍

I don't think they'd ever post anything, because Vale already fucked up once in terms of keeping his identity secret (lol clown). I also think that Marc sort of slows down the onlyfans content (and eventually stops) soon after he and Vale meet irl.

However they do film a lot. They take a lot of videos. If they wanted to sell their sex tapes, they'd make a fortune and they'd have enough to basically start their own streaming service.

When Marc moves in with Vale, he brings some of his filming equipment.

"Is this all of it?" Vale asks, looking incredulously and the massive pile of cameras, lights, and microphones. There are a few black zippered cases that he assumes must hold various sex toys.

Marc shakes his head.

"About half," he says, ignoring the stunned look on Vale's face. "I left some back home so I don't have to take it with me when I go back and forth."

They're still ironing out their schedule-- Marc refuses to fully move out of the house he shares with Alex, so he's splitting himself between Vale's and Alex's. He plans to stay with Alex when Vale is racing and traveling, and stay with Vale when he's home.

Vale reaches for one of the cameras with a raised eyebrow. Marc grins and takes the camera from Vale. He grabs a long black leather case containing a tripod and hands it to Vale. He also picks up a ring light and one of the microphones that matches the camera Vale selected.

He gestures for Vale to follow him, and he sets off toward the bedroom.

Vale follows obediently, and Marc focuses on the feeling of his heart picking up and his cock taking interest. Filming for onlyfans has never been a chore to him; he genuinely enjoys every time, but in the weeks between Vale ghosting him and then meeting him, it was just a little bit less fun. There was an element of loss every time he posted a video knowing it wouldn’t be seen by Vale.

Now, though, he’s focused on filming for an entirely different reason. He won’t even consider posting it, but there’s nothing preventing him from making Vale his own little collection to use while he’s travelling.

He sets the ring light up first, then sets the camera on the bed and takes the tripod from Vale. He’s pleased to see the front of Vale’s pants tight across his bulge, and he can’t help his satisfied grin as he turns to set up the tripod.

It doesn’t take him long to set things up in a way that he’s happy with; he’s done this so many times in much more difficult settings than a bed.

When he finishes, he turns to find Vale gripping his cock through his pants. The older man looks painfully horny, and Marc is proud of him for waiting so patiently.

He rewards him with a deep kiss, pressing himself against Vale’s front. Vale groans into the kiss, letting go of himself in favor of wrapping his hands around Marc’s waist.

Marc loses himself in the feeling of kissing Valentino for a moment. Vale is the perfect height to make Marc stretch up, and the taste of his mouth makes him want to drop to his knees.

“What are you doing with your camera, hm?” Vale asks, when he finally drags his mouth away from Marc’s.

“You’re going to fuck me,” Marc instructs happily, taking on the role of director. “On the bed. We’re going to record it and you can watch it before your next race.”

Vale groans against Marc’s neck.

“Okay?” Marc asks, before he turns the camera on. Vale nods, and Marc turns the camera on and hits record. He double checks that it’s recording, then guides Vale onto the bed. Vale lets him take charge, and Marc kisses Vale slowly before stripping them both of their shirts. He plants himself in Vale’s lap, rocking his hips sensually against Vale’s. Vale grips his hips tightly, and Marc can’t help but grin at how riled up the older man is.

“You like this, don’t you?” Marc purrs in his ear. “Knowing that we’re being watched.”

Vale’s eyes flicker to the camera, and Marc grabs his chin to turn his face back to his.

“Don’t look at it, look at me.”

He rocks his hips in Vale’s lap again, pressing a kiss to his neck, before he scoots back and strips himself of the rest of his clothes. He pumps his cock a few times just to see the way Vale’s neck convulses as he swallows thickly.

Then he tugs at Vale’s trousers, pulling them off to fully undress his partner. Vale lets his head fall back, and Marc takes the opportunity to lean down and suck and Vale’s balls.

Vale lets out a strangled noise, and Marc fights a smile as he wraps a hand around the older man’s cock and lavishes attention on his balls.

Marc isn’t prepped, and for a minute he admonishes himself for the amateur mistake of starting a recording with no prep and without the supplies close by. He reminds himself gently that this isn’t to publish, though, this is for Valentino.

He presses a kiss to the head of Valentino’s cock, but otherwise doesn’t put his mouth on it. He sees the hungry look in Vale’s eyes, and he can’t stop smiling. His grin is clearly infectious, because he sees a hint of a smile on Vale’s face.

Marc shuffles over to the nightstand, rifling around for the lube. He considers doing it himself, quick and dirty, but ultimately this is just for enjoyment. It doesn’t have to be perfect.

Vale makes the decision for him, sitting up to kiss him and slip the bottle of lube from his fingers. He manhandles Marc into the center of the bed, and rolls him onto his back with a pillow beneath his hips. It’s a small but sweet gesture just to give Marc a little extra comfort as Vale sets to work stretching his hole. Marc tugs Vale a little off to the side, hoping that the camera will catch the slide of Vale’s fingers inside him.

He moans as Vale’s long fingers finally press against his prostate, and Vale takes that for the encouragement it is. It doesn’t take long to stretch him, but Vale punishes his prostate a bit longer until Marc is squirming against the sheets.

“Vale, please,” Marc pleads. “I need you.”

Vale sucks a possessive mark on the column of his throat, then presses the head of his cock inside Marc.

Marc groans at the intrusion, fingers never quite comparing to the feeling of a thick cock moving inside. He rocks his hips up, and Vale presses in until he’s flush against Marc’s body.

“Please,” Marc begs again, and Vale sits up to begin pounding into Marc. It’s a blur from there; Marc forgets about the camera as his thoughts become consumed by Vale and the feeling of his cock moving inside him. All he feels is Vale, above, around, inside him.

He knows he’s making noise, and he can feel Vale huffing and grunting. Marc pulls Vale down for a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. He keeps his mouth open, pleading with his eyes for Vale to sense what he wants. Vale, ever on the same wavelength, grins before spitting forcefully into Marc’s mouth. Marc whines, tasting Vale on his tongue, and feels his balls tighten.

“Vale, I’m–”

Vale bites Marc’s lip then slips a hand between them to pump Marc’s neglected cock. It only takes a few jerks before Marc is arching off the bed, crying out as he cums. He cums up to his chin, vision whiting out for a moment. He’s vaguely aware of Vale grunting and his hips stuttering as he fills Marc with his own cum.

They linger like that for a few long moments, Vale still inside of him, before Vale collapses next to him. Marc is quickly disgusted by the feeling of cum coating his body, and he knows he’ll have to shower, but he focuses on breathing for a bit.

“I love you,” he says sweetly.

Vale leans up on an elbow to kiss him gently. “I love you too.”

Marc eventually gets up to turn the camera off before it fills his storage, and then they take some time to shower together, wasting entirely too much water. Marc idly hopes they’ll have to shower again later, because he knows round two will come when they rewatch what they just filmed.

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oleander-nin · 18 hours

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For the sentient bot au (rottmnt)

How would they react if their darling was able to crochet? Like every time they we’re watching the show, they’d be a little distracted with making a plushie or a piece of clothing. Would they be jealous that they aren’t paying attention, or if they bring them to their universe would they ask them to make something for them?

A/N, not important: This was super cool to write because I do a *lot* of needle work lol. I knit, crochet, sew, embroider, etc. I did headcannons for this, mostly because I didn't know how to write this as a proper fic and it's easier to get back into the groove. Apologies for my absence(and the fact this was requested back in September of 2023). Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me. - Ollie

CW: Stalking, being watched without your knowledge, sentient show characters, obsession, yandere themes, dark themes

Words: 849

Summary: You crochet, oblivious to the constant eyes on you.

Mikey:

He thinks what you do is absolutely charming. Whenever the screen flickers and they can gaze back, he loves to watch you work. He admires the deftness of your craft, even going so far as to see if he could pick it up too. He sees it as a great way to bond. Whether he succeeds or not in picking up the needle work as well doesn’t matter much to him. He’s just delighted you’re a fellow artist in your own right.

He loves to design patterns for blankets or create his own unique stuffies for you to bring to life. He wants to bring his own touch into your work, to try and intertwine the both of you as much as possible. What better way than to combine your hobbies?

Obsesses over what you make to see if he can figure out what you like. He’ll take note of the colors you use, of whether you kept what you’ve been working on or gave it to a friend, or even sold it. He’ll see if you make more stuffies or sweaters, whether you prefer blankets or hats. He’s internalized every choice you’ve made, from the yarn fiber you prefer to where you most often work on your hobby.

Donnie:

Watches you in interest. He finds your hobby interesting and calming. He loves seeing your fingers curl around the yarn and how your hook moves so smoothly. It’s almost soothing to him, so much so he’ll do anything to keep watch. Home security system? Donnie can find a way to weasel his access from just your streaming devices to every electronic in your vicinity. He wants to keep an eye on you, and see what else you create.

Keeps a lot of knitted and crochet works for you to try and match what you have in your home. He’ll collect sweaters, blankets, stuffies, pillows, and anything in between that happens to be made via needle craft. He wants to make the lair seem more at home to you, and what better way then to find every sensory pleasing work he can?

Glad you have a hobby so you’re distracted while they work on bringing you ‘home’. Having you so focused on your work, while at times hurtful, makes their plans to cross the interdimensional barrier a lot easier. The less you pay attention to them, the more they can plan. Of course, once you’re actually in his arms that’ll change. He’s not fond of being ignored.

Raph:

He’s ecstatic about it. He thinks it’s incredibly cute and uses it to solidify his image of you being some soft, fragile soul. He’ll internally coo and croon over you whenever they’re able to look back at you, eyeing your newest project with interest.

Raph has a lot of respect for your craft, especially since he’s tried to knit before. He hopes you’ll be able to teach him and let him work with you. He can hardly wait to snuggle next to you while you explain the steps to him.

He can’t help but hope for you to make him something when you’re finally able to come ‘home’. He wants to add your personal handiwork to his collection of stuffed animals. He’ll put it on his top shelf where no one can mess with it, only taking it down to cuddle on special occasions. It’ll be his pride and joy, something for him to treasure immensely.

Wanting to make it easier on you, he’ll start looking for patterns to give to you, some for when you’re finally with them and some for Donnie to nudge in your direction online. He’ll find yarn and hooks, creating a giant collection just for you. He wants to show you his love, show you that he can give you everything you need and more.

Leo:

Thinks it’s sweet. He can’t help but view it in a cutesy way, no matter what you make. He sees it as part of your charm, knowing you at least have a hobby to keep you busy when he’s away. He just can’t help but wish you wouldn’t do it when you’re supposed to be watching him.

Leo wants you to pay more attention to him. As much as he adores your hobby, he despises how you only seem to do it when you’re watching them. You never give him your full attention, never have your eyes on the screen for the entire time he is. It makes him seethe inside. He’ll make sure to fix that habit once he has you in his arms though.

He always feels a bit bitter when you give something away in front of them, knowing he’d never be able to hold that piece himself. He wants nothing more than to hoard what you make. He can’t help but assume whoever you gifted something to is taking advantage of you. You shouldn’t give away your handiwork, especially when you could save it for him! He plans on finding everything you’ve made when they’re finally able to break the barrier between worlds to take you.

Tag list: @f1oricide @itsyagurlchip @lordfreg @acutiewithagun @rottmnttmnt2012 @lixnininotnay @lexiechr @ssak-i @rottmntsimp

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yuri-is-online · 17 hours

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OOOOOO REQUEST ARE OPEN(ish)??!?!?!??!!??!?!?!??!!!!

Is it just for the mafia AU or are they open in general? Does your no nsfw rule still apply? Does Azul still dress like my local neighborhood pimp or his he just. Business man? I know he keeps the cane which is very lavender pimp of him but still-

So the no nsfw rule no longer applies, the requests are open(ish) because people keep sending me things about yutu and i am bad at saying no ;-; I'm planning on leaving things this way until sometime next week as starting on the 16th I will be on a defacto haitus once classes start. I still intend to write but I'll be very very busy, so I would like to just focus on what I find interesting, which will likely be longfics as I find writing them to be soothing.

Azul has a lot more variety in his fashion in the Mafia AU. He's very focused on the optics of how he looks so he spends a lot of time picking out what he wears depending on what he's going to do. He saves the pimp fits for when he's touring his businesses and meeting with clients in need of his... services. When he's appearing in public as a "normal" member of the community he dresses more like a typical businessman. An extremely stylish businessman with expensive tastes and a fondness for oceanic accents, but a businessman nonetheless. The cane was a gift from his step-father once his career really started taking off, and he likes the air of authority it adds to him when he's in business meetings. It also helps him keep up an illusion of physical frailty, Azul is strong enough to crack someone's skull open with that cane but you would never guess that from the way he acts, and if the cane isn't enough he always has a gun tucked somewhere into his suit, even when he's visiting Yuu.

Speaking of that, while Azul typically leaves the information gathering to Jade and his handpicked crew, he does have a few aliases he uses to go places he wouldn't be able to otherwise. Sometimes it's his employees so he can see what their jobs are like for himself and think up ways to make them better, but most of the time it's so he can do normal things without attracting attention. Mundane things like play chess in the park, shop for groceries when he's in the mood to cook for himself, go to a record store he likes that's in Leona's part of town and wouldn't want to serve him otherwise....

And maybe spy on the person who scammed him out of a lucrative piece of real estate and fall a little bit in love with the simplicity of their life. Among other things.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #mafia ayuu

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the---hermit · 1 day

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05|06|2024

New day new struggles working on this history paper. I cannot stress enough how stressed I am about how bad the new research interface of my uni is, I feel like ever since they did the big update it's super complicated to get results that have to do with what you are looking for and that are accessible too. Moreover no one cares about this topic because I genuinely cannot find anything. I have found a couple of articles to help me with context but not much. By the end of the week I plan on finishing reading and highlighting what resources I have found and then I'll see what I can make of them, and get back to the professor. I am procrastinating emailing her back because I have no idea what to say tbh. My English lit review on the other hand is going pretty well, and reviewing in the afternoons seems to be a good plan. Since I am a bit more tired having to review out loud helps me with staying focused, and I also don't have to read historical sources all day, or else I'd lose my mind. This afternoon I struggled to stay focused anyway, but at least I got some stuff done, if I had to continue my history research I wouldn't have done anything probably. My brain is just very very tired again.

Today's productivity:

started my morning with an audiobook

more struggling looking for historical sources (I found a couple more but I am keeping those for the very end because they are once again not 100% relevant to what I have to do)

read and highlighted quite a few sources I downloaded at the beginning of the week (a couple were more or less useful a couple were a waste of time, but maybe I'll quote a couple of context details in the end, who knows. At the moment I only need to read two more and then I am done with my first round of secondary sources, but one of those might get deleated because I'm pretty sure is totally useless)

got to practice my French because of a couple of said historical sources, and wrote down the new words I learned today (surprisingly my understaning is better than I expected giving that I have not used my French in years, I should really get back to it more seriously)

continued my first outloud review of all my English lit materials (today I started working on the Shakespeare part, it will take a couple of days to finish it, especially bc today I didn't do as much as I had hoped)

wrote a little summary of a couple of sentences for all the scenes of The Merchant Of Venice in order to review it without having to reread it for the fourth time

#studyblr #studyinspo #uniblr #university #historyblr #journal #studying #productivity #journaling #knife gang #mine #the---hermit #the tired brain cronicles continue

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kodathings · 3 days

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𝐹𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒

Ning Yizhuo x gn!reader

No warnings

Gender: Cute, i promise this will be romantic

It's boring and tiring having to spend so much time sitting in a wooden chair with your hands busy writing essays and answers. The plan wasn't to spend all Sunday listening for exams and doing work you didn't even know existedIt's hard for anyone to get their mind so full so quickly. Was college slowly killing you like psychological torture — or is it just you being dramatic and unformed.

Your joint hurt enough but you refused to stop to get it over with as quickly as possible, there was still time to enjoy your Sunday since it was still afternoon "Come on, just a few more lines" you mutter, cheering to yourself since your roommate wasn't here.

You were almost there, just a few more words and you would be free if it weren't for the doorbell ringing quickly as if a child was outside. Your head hurts more with the continuous noise of the doorbell forcing your body to get up and go to the door. Before opening the door you looked through the peephole, you didn't want to be disturbed by annoying children, but you ended up burning your tongue when you saw Ningning there.

She's been your best friend since you started college, you luckily met her on the first day and weren't left alone like some new students so she was kind of a savior for you. She was one of the few people who actually helped new students who barely knew how to find a room. So you opened the door for her "What are you doing here?"

Your voice scared her or maybe it was how quickly you opened the door, you cursed yourself for sounding like a maniac as you looked at the girl "Hello to you too Y/n" You sigh and roll your eyes "Good afternoon Ning Yizhuo, what brings you here?" This got a laugh from the shorter one and a smile appeared on her face "You don't have to be like that either."

"So just say what you need, I was finishing some homework" Ningning's face twitches at the thought of keeping busy during the weekend "Doing homework? What are you? A nerd?" "Stop it, nerds aren't that bad. But no, I'm not a nerd, I just forgot that I have things to do" you defended yourself, or tried.

"Whatever, you can finish this later, right?" She looked at you, waiting for a positive answer. You held the back of your head, looked around, all to avoid the Chinese woman's gaze. "Right?" she repeated "I don't know..." you were embarrassed. It was obvious that Ning wanted to ask you out or something and it was also obvious that you really wanted to spend time with her, but...

Her arms were crossed while her eyes remained on your face as if you had done the worst thing in the world "Come out of your cocoon for a bit and let's go, we won't be long" Her fingers grabbed your arm and pulled you forward towards her, her puppy eyes and soft touch were involved in the cute manipulation she proposed "keep me company, Y/n, please" she shook you a little knowing you had no choice.

"Okay..."

"Damn, don't you think we've already spent too much time walking?" Your eyes were watching the excited girl as if she were a little child leaving home for the first memorable time "It hasn't even been 10 minutes." Maybe you were being too hot-headed or too anti-social.

You didn't know where you were, in fact you didn't know which park Ningning decided to take you to this time. It's a really beautiful place, the grass is green like in the movies, flowers are spread out perfectly, not to mention the birds and people walking their pets. It's a charming place like Ningning.

It's not as bad as you thought, but as you're hot-headed, you were always complaining about something and she didn't even care about you that much. Ning was focused on taking photos of everything as if it was her first time at the park, she really liked photos.

"Look what a cute cat!" There was a cat with white and slightly brown fur on the edge of a fountain that was not in use, only plants were growing around it. You walked slowly towards her and with your hands in your pockets, you watched her eyes shine as the feline accepted the caress she offered.

Silently, you took the camera away from Ning and stood back to take a photo of the two's cute interaction. "What are you doing?" "Calm down, stay still".

A little clicking noise was made when the photo came out and was recorded in the camera's memory. When you went to see the photo she took, you realized that it was full of photos of you on the camera: you looking at the flowers, you complaining in front of a small forest, you laughing at something you saw and it doesn't end.

You remained silent analyzing each photo and each opportunity she had to take photos of you, you were so foolish to not notice and complain the whole time. "Did you take pictures of me?" Her eyes went to the girl playing with the cat and a blush crept up both of her cheeks as she smiled and came to you "I couldn't help it, you looked good everywhere".

Your smile grew a little wider and you handed the camera to her before she saw how you looked "Stop it, let's keep moving." Your mind was going a million an hour, it was so silly to look like that with photos and a simple comment...but she was the one talking.

"Hey come back here! Didn't you say you were tired?" Your safe passage ahead was blocked by the smiling girl "I was just complaining, I didn't tell the truth" your head turned to the opposite side, pretending to look at the large lake to your right, all to avoid meeting the eyes of the person you are in love with.

"S/n, 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦"

The soft voice drowned out all surrounding sounds, drawing your attention only to her. You didn't fight it much, there was no way, she has total control over your mind and the things you do, it's because of her that you're here and not finishing a stupid physics homework.

Her eyes were hypnotic, something changed, maybe the lighting changed the way her eyes glowed when they looked into yours. Butterflies invaded your stomach and your mind was filled with only Ning Yizhuo and nothing else.

"Much better" Her smile made your heart race making you think you were having a heart attack with her beauty. She noticed the way you were quiet and how your eyes analyzed her face as if you were memorizing every detail. I can't deny that she found it intriguing and cute your arms crossed and the curious pout that formed on your lips. You've always caught her attention and she has a chance, but it wouldn't be now that I would use "Come, I want to see the lake closer".

The air was calmer now. The children who were previously running here and there were leaving with their parents and the dogs that were playing were lying on the grass or sitting like you and NingNing. It's a comfortable moment between you because the silence was more than enough for you to be calm.

Ning silently took photos of the ducks that were in the lake and also the couple of dogs that were lying together on the grass or even an old couple walking by the lake. All of this caught her attention.

"Do you think you'll be like them one day?" she murmured softly next to you making you stop looking at the ducks and instead look at where she was looking "like how?" "Like them" she discreetly points to the two old men laughing and walking slowly in their time. Her question was difficult, getting old you definitely will, but having someone by your side will be difficult "I don't know. Do you think so?" "I don't know either, but I would like to"

Everyone would like.

The day was starting to go away, the sun was slowly falling and the hour passed with you still sitting together. Her hand found hers without you even noticing along with the way she looked at you, with passion. "Would you like to be like this with someone?" you ask, too curious and silly to notice Ning.

She laughed at you, laughed at how you didn't even notice the love she felt "Yes." Ningning is not afraid to show her feelings to someone, she has always been completely open with everything she says and you know. "Who?"

Her eyes meet yours and drop to your lips a few times silently indicating what she wanted to do and what she was afraid to do. You blinked, not understanding what was happening before your eyes and she obviously saw how stupid you were being, nothing was out of the ordinary.

"You're so stupid, Y/n" you were confused but everything ended up becoming clear too quickly. Her lips crashed against yours showing all the way to satisfaction, you realized that kissing was much more than saying what you really feel and that was exactly what she wanted. She just wanted a kiss, just a kiss and the opportunity.

The girl's lips were like velvet and had an incredible strawberry taste because of the lip gloss or were they the strawberries you bought her on the way to the park. You didn't mind that since Ning Yizhuo's lips were in a passionate and mostly sweet dance. She refused to move away even though she needed some air in her lungs.

You patted her arm, forcing them to move away for some air. From her eyes it could be seen that she has no regrets, she wanted to do this much more than you. She brought you here for this, she couldn't bear to come to this park to take photos anymore so the photos were all yours, she was focusing on you all day and you just wanted to receive it now.

"Do you understand now?" Her lips held a smile waiting for your answer. It took you so long to realize that love surrounded both of your minds. "Yes, I think so.."

"Do you think so?" She tilted her head and saw confusion in you "Yes...I'm sure about that..." Your voice dropped as you spoke, making her laugh sweetly "Are you sure?"

"Another kiss would be enough to make me think a little more"

#ningning x reader #ningning #ning yizhuo x reader #ning yizhuo #aespa x reader #aespa #aespa fanfic #ningning fanfic #ning yizhuo fanfic

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lailawinchesterr · 6 hours

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nightmare [dean winchester]

pairing; dean w x fem! reader summary; you go on a hunt with the brothers but when it goes to shit, dean can’t help being overprotective. tags; angst, stitching yourself, alcoholic dean, some you and sam in there cause he's the cutest baby, your dad died.

“fuck! sam, quick, get the girls.” dean runs into the impala forcing the engine to roar to life and flashes his lights at the highest setting for the vampires, burning their eyes as the other four get into it and he drives off.

it's quite for the first five minutes, except for the heavy breathing. the two girls that the trio rescued are sleeping peacefully, though you think it's anything but peaceful. their faces aren't relaxed, instead covered in blood and frowning, but their breaths have slowed, at least.

five minutes. that's all it takes before the tension is broken with a, “let me drive, dean.” the older winchester lets out an exaggerated airy laugh for all of two seconds before putting on a straight face and telling him no. “you're hurt, you can hardly keep your eyes open, let me drive, either of us.”

sam is right, dean is hurt way more than both of you combined, he fought off most of the vampires on his own while you took the girls and ran, but he was mostly hurt because he hadn't expected it.

your plan was to get the girls and dip then come back in the morning to wipe them out in their sleep, but you had woken one of them up with the loudest noise you've ever made when one of the girls stabbed you in the stomach with some glass she’d found on the floor.

again, taken by surprise. obviously the girls thought you were one of the vampires.

“shut up. it's only a ten minute drive to the nearest hospital.”

“we're going to a hospital?” you don't usually hunt with sam and dean, opting to stay in the motels and do some research, maybe figure out a better plan, but you've never seen them go to the hospital for their injuries, they'd always come home to you bleeding out on the floor.

“for you and the girls, yes.”

“what about you and sam?”

“it's fine.” that shut you up, his strict tone, and stare in the rear view mirror made you slide down in your seat.

ten minutes later you’ve reached 'northwest tawara horspital' and sam is helping the girls out of the impala. dean, while a wanted fugitive, does the same with you.

but you refuse. “i won't go inside if you two aren't.”

“what?” he moves a little too quickly and holds his side as he winces. god, that can't be comfortable.

“i won't go inside, we're just wasting time,” sam comes back and stands in the drivers side to talk to you, door open. “see? sam's back, let's get home quickly so we can fix you both up, and me.”

“no, you're going in.” sam was the one to insist this time but you just shake your head and stay planted into your seat. through the corner of your eye you can see both men discussing what to do then they get back in the car with a sigh.

on the drive home it’s mostly silent until you feel your eyes flutter closed. just a few seconds of sleep— but dean’s loud shout of your name wakes you up, “don't close your eyes, we need to fix you up first.” you nod and straighten up, “and what you did back there? fuckin’ reckless, don't pull that shit again. when we tell you to do something, you do it. or you don't come on hunts with us.”

“what the hell? i was the one who decided i didn't want to come with hunts on you guys, you can't take away my choice.”

“like hell i can't!” he isn't looking at you through the mirror, instead focusing on the road because you're on a busy one, but you can still feel his eyes burning into yours. it makes you shrink down in your seat. you hate how much his words affect you, and how visible it is too.

sam has has never yelled at you really, but even if he had it wouldn't have done much damage, he's too soft for that. dean though... he scares you sometimes, not that he'd hurt you or kick you out, just that he'd be disappointed in you, maybe give you the silent treatment. you don't want that, but you also hate being barked orders at.

“you can't, dean.” sam says to his brother, slapping his shoulder once to ground him back, and it seems to have worked. because you’re not a bad hunter— if anything, you have their back most of the time, you aren’t clumsy or unreliable and what happened had been a mistake that any other hunter would have made. this isn’t about hunting. this is about dean being too controlling.

you thought it was over now that you're at the motel but when he parks baby, he looks back at you, “i can, and i fucking will. you can't act like a child and expect us to let you come on the hunts. you listen to whatever the fuck we tell you to do.” your lips part in surprise, thinking of how to respond, but he doesn't even give you the chance and gets out, slamming the door behind him.

you don't look at sam as you close baby's door and start walking to the motel. sam catches up and tells you to wait and because you don't have it in you to be yelled at anymore, you turn back and face him.

he says your name, low and soft, “that wasn't an order,”

shut up before i cry “hey,” he hugs you, your head on his chest and you just let it all out. god, you feel so stupid. you can't believe you were so unprepared and you caused them all this damage. if you had just been in defense mode you would've never screamed, you've been through worst and kept quite. and though you know it’s a little irrational, you can’t help but blame yourself for not being quiet.

“hey, he's just worried about you, he means well, you know that.” you let go slightly and he kisses your forehead, telling you to go into their room and that he'll be in yours to get cleaned up.

walking into the room of the man who just basically called you a two year old is nerve-wrecking. you don't want to be screamed at and god knows you don't want to be treated like a child again. every time you think you’re getting through to dean, or that you’re becoming closer, something happens and he reminds you you’re still young, naive, and only with them because your dad had told them to.

your father is— was a hunter, he used to hunt with john sometimes, and when he heard about the apocalypse that's soon to be here and all the angels that seem to stride onto earth, he wanted to tie up loose ends, so he asked the winchesters to keep you with them until further notice.

then he never came back. but all of this is something you’ve dealt with ages ago. years even. but this? dean pushing you away all the time? acting like you’re some burden? that, you can’t get over.

“hey,” you hear his voice and turn around, not even having seen him walking towards the bathroom. “how you holding up?”

it’s a stupid attempt to make amends, but it works. the second he says anything, it works. it always does.

“fine.” you mumble and notice he’s finishing supplies to stitch himself up. ouch. you know the boys prefer to do it themselves than help the other out but you’ve always found they need a gentler hand.

you walk towards him and hold his hand in place to stop his movements, taking the needle from him. he doesn't complain, just drowns the bottle of whiskey. with one hand, the other holding his shirt up.

when it’s done you hold my hand out for the bottle and he scoffs, as if wasting his alcohol hurts him more than the wound that just got stitched up. he hands it over reluctantly.

you pull down his shirt and decide it’s better if you take a swig too. “does it hurt?” the questions rolls off easily, no matter how angry you are at him.

“i'll survive.” he shrugs like it's nothing. like the gash over most of his stomach is nothing.

“not what i asked.” dean half-heartedly glares at you but your expectant expression makes him think there isn’t a way out. and there isn’t.

“it's fine, my arm’s just sore.” you sit next to him on the bed, pushing his sleeve up and he hisses, muttering something under his breath and snatching the bottle from your hand to drown it.

“dean...” it’s surreal. it knocks all the air out of your lungs. you’ve never seen the mark, the one an angel of the lord imprinted on dean’s shoulder, though sam talked about it a couple of times. you clear your throat before he notices the staring and point to the wound, “i think you need to stitch that one too, hand me another needle.”

he does and you get to work. it’s mostly noiseless but it feels like there's something heavy in the air, a confession. though it’s impossible to tell who’s supposed to make it.

“i'm sorry.” you try to hide the surprise on your face by looking down but he doesn't let you, hooking his fingers under your chin and he makes you look up at him. “i was so worried about you.” he lets go, taking a breath in, “the way i felt when you screamed? damn it, i've never felt so scared before and i've been to hell,” he lets out a dry laugh and you smile a little. god he's so perfect.

“i don't wanna hurt you, sweetheart, never, so when i ask you to listen to me it isn't because i'm treating you like a child, i just wanna keep you safe.” there are more words on the tip of his tongue but he shuts up and it doesn’t nothing to help the growing smile on your face. it's more than you thought you’d ever get out of him.

you pour a more of the alcohol on his stitches and pull the sleeve down. “okay, you officially need a shower now, you're all booze and cologne. i need to clean this place up.”

“it's fine, sammy and i will do it.”

“not happening. go get cleaned up, i'll finish here.” you knew that what you’re doing is painfully obvious, but you hope he lets it go, just this once.

of course he doesn't, instead pulling your shirt up to reveal the various cuts that don’t need stitches, just some treatment, and the stab wound you fixed in the car when they were both too busy sulking in the tension. you’ve gotten a lot better at handling pain since you’ve started with the winchesters.

“when did you do that?”

“doesn't matter, it's done. get in the shower dean, let me clean up and go to sleep.”

“damn it, just answer me when i ask something. when did you do this?”

“car.” you’re scared, tired and you don't want to fight. but he just apologized, for god’s sake, can’t he give it a rest.

you wait for his harsh blow. words that will knock you off my feet, anything really, but he just sighs, letting the shirt go and stands up. you do the same and he embraces you in a hug that you’re quick to reciprocate. so quick you’d already had your arms around his neck before he got his around your waist.

the whiskey burns your nose but it's nothing compared to how your body burns with you so close. “dean?”

“you're so strong, you know?” he takes a beat, a breath, “but that doesn't mean shit to me, i still wanna keep you safe all the time because god knows i don't deserve you but i'm too selfish to let you go.”

you pull away just to see his face. you need to know he means what he's saying. that you’re talking about the both of you in the way you’re thinking. the desperation to convey how he feels to you, it gives you all the confidence in the world to stand a little taller and finally kiss him.

you kiss dean winchester because for the first time in ages, someone cares, someone wants you safe. someone learned from their mistake and did better, someone is fucking perfect and it's dean.

one of his hands is rough on your waist, the other on you cheek. his tongue, his cologne, it all makes you melt into him.

then ten seconds later, way too deep into the kiss he pulls away slowly, shakes his head and groans, “why'd you do that.”

you step away him in panic. you were ready for rejection, sure. a small ‘i don't see you like that’, not this.

“i'm sorry, i didn't mean to—”

“no, no, hey,” he steps closer “i just... i don't wanna do this if it's gonna hurt you. i don't know how good i will be if we go down that road and you deserve something good.”

“you are dean,” he licks his bottom lip and it catches you attention, forcing you to bite on yours, “you're good. you're perfect.”

one thing i will not allow in my household is the winchester brothers being insecure that they're not enough (pov it’s all they do). anyways sooo this is for the jensen-a-thon for @artyandink so excited to have my first entry and there’s another one i’ve been working on for a week (hopefully i’m almost done with it). hope you enjoyed this!

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fictionfixations · 22 hours

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honestly so happy that its easier to grind in hsr then genshin cause im actually able to properly build my characters instead of whatever mess i had in that game (i got the right artifacts but trying to get materials for anything was a bit of a pain to me)

also that the resin (i dont know what its called in this game im using genshin terms) can like. overflow into this other thing??? is. so helpful. (i stopped playing at one point so i just came back to both being full. and then when i realized what it actually did it was a godsend because it made it so much easier to fully commit to grinding. i know in genshin you can make the resin this little thing? condensed?? but thats a thing you have to do yourself i think)

all im missing is leveling up the lightcones and traces

and im only missing the traces because i already used up weekly bosses. THATS IT.

robin and ratio have the same boss material so all i have to do then is get the other resources which isnt actually that hard (ill only have an issue if i cant material synthesis or exchange or whatever since i need to do it for the robin stuff that you get from enemies that can ambush you, i dont know what you refer to them as, but cause i havent unlocked penacony yet lol)

and the only lightcones that might give me issue is because highlighted is penacony material stuff

(yes i put final victor on ratio LMFAO)

so YEAHH i feel like im doing pretty good in that department. also ive caught up to penaconys story i just havent started in-game because i wanted to see where it all leads up to and then go back to see all the foreshadowing and get a better understanding of what happened since it also confused me, so im waiting for a time i can just sit there for countless hours and focus. i even switched to eng vas so i dont end up misreading something

(anyway i only got to trying to max out my characters as much as i can until i can level them higher because before i got stuck on so many quests that required a fight 😭, yanqing, argenti, i hate battling you oh my god)

actually on that topic everyones relics arent fully maxed out.

ive only been leveling this cause 5 star dan heng is my main damage dealer

and the healer because im fucked without them (its natasha, but im open to changing it if i find a better healer or shield 🙏)

on that topic:

i returned to honkai star rail because aventurine. i focused on the story because aventurine. (got spoiled his story, realized 'what the fuck hes cool i like him' and watched someone go through the story) i came back in time for his banner but you know what? i had like zero wishing stuff because id stopped playing so i missed out unfortunately

i have friends who have aventurine as like one of the support characteres thingy tho? like the the where you can get support from other peoples characters

so thats been fun. but also auto is kind of bad with aventurine. or maybe because it thinks 'oh theres already a shield, so i wont e' which is pain. on the other hand actually playing instead of having it on auto is fun with aventurine. i like planning around it and thinking of who to have use their skills while keeping in mind when i should have him refresh his shield. i cant explain to you how it hurts seeing hp missing with a shield around it because i cant do anything about it (im the type of person who likes to keep my characters hp full ngl)

probably not the best decision to want shield over a healer but. i can make it work. maybe. i just want aventurine ok. (except for phantylia who as far as im aware is the only one who can just TAKE hp like that? without even affecting shields???)

#thoughts #aventurine #honkai star rail #hsr #star rail

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starlightfayee · 9 hours

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"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? But that's alright because I like the way it hurts."

Soulmates au | Childhood friends au | Police-Detective! Sung Jinwoo × ??? Female reader

Wherein, all people have access to a system— which tells a few hints about their fated love or the so-called soulmates. There were no hunters, or any dungeon monsters. People live normally, except the system part.

But, different from the other world where he's the only one who has access to a different kind of system, this world seems to be different, because this time. HE'S the only one who was not able to access the system. In exchange, he continues to have a dream where he keeps meeting this faceless girl.

Sung Jinwoo was confused— why is he the only one that cannot access this so-called "system of love" that tells people hints of their soulmates?

It was weird. Yet, he doesn't mind. Love is something that he never really paid a lot of mind. But of course, there are times where he will still think of finding love. But when he did try dating, the hints of those people never matched his personality, what he likes, or dislikes.

At the same time, he thought that maybe... Maybe his childhood friend, (name), was his soulmate. But she keeps refusing to tell the hints for his soulmate.

Does she hate him? Or maybe she doesn't see him as someone to marry. Maybe she sees Jinwoo as his brother. But her eyes don't tell the same.

And since (name) refused to talk about the soulmate system, he never brought up the topic that is connected or related to it.

And slowly, Sung Jinwoo thought that maybe, Love isn't for him. Maybe the reason he doesn't have access to it is because he doesn't have a soulmate.

While he's now focusing on his work as a police-detective, while he's busying himself to loads of work, the world is planning something else for him.

Because every time he sleeps, he continues to have a dream of a faceless girl. And when he woke up, he completely forgot what happened to that dream of his, he can remember the two of them talking, her appearance except her face since he's always behind her and she never turns around to face him.

It was weird. Sung Jinwoo would completely shrug off those dreams, but it's been happening in the whole week that it bothers him.

And every single time, he can't remember her voice, what they talk about, what happened, he can't remember anything except that he knows she exists in his dreams. That she will always be the subject of his dreams.

Because of that, Sung Jinwoo prepared a whole notebook for the faceless girl in his dreams, he writes what he can remember about her appearance... If he's lucky, he can remember the place the two of them are in, so he also writes that out.

••~••

(name) noticed that Sung Jinwoo was always busy. And when he's free, he continues to daydream about something.

He's always there physically but his mind is somewhere else.

They began to be distant to each other when Sung Jinwoo brought the soulmate topic and (name) dropped it off completely.

(name) is sure, very much sure that Jinwoo is her soulmate. Her lovely, handsome, soulmate.

But it's just that, they're completely walking on two different paths that soon will crush into each other, and romance is not the reason.

So (name) will have to forget about her romantic feelings for Sung Jinwoo, because they were never meant to be.

••~••

Sung Jinwoo keeps having his dreams, but the last time he did... was two days ago. And that dream was different from the others.

Because he remembered it when he woke up. And that dream was anything but good.

He realized, he was never talking in his dreams. It was always the girl ranting out, or talking to herself and Sung Jinwoo was just there to listen.

In that dream, they were on a rooftop, the sky was now very lively. It seems like there will be a storm. The sky was dark. And as usual, the girl continued to turn away from him.

She was on the very corner of the rooftop as she talked. The girl seems to be looking at the sky, because her head was tilted upwards.

What's even weirder, is that Sung Jinwoo was holding a gun. And beside the girl... is a different type of gun, too.

What the? Are they killers or something? Or maybe they're enemies...

Sung Jinwoo did try to talk in that dream, but he couldn't. He knows the girl is talking, but he can't understand. As if the world is blurring her words together so Jinwoo can never understand it.

It stayed like that for a long time... Before Sung Jinwoo heard...

"I'm sorry." Those words were the first ever word he heard from that faceless girl.

And soon, she picked up the gun beside her. And then, Sung Jinwoo's right hand—that is holding his gun— slowly went up. Ready to shoot the girl in front of her.

When the girl finally picked up her gun, and also raised her hands... And they shot each other right after the girl turned around.

But before Sung Jinwoo could see her face, the dream ended and he ended up waking up while panting hard.

••~••

A few days had passed, yet Sung Jinwoo can never forget his dream, his last dream about her.

But he can't afford to think about her since a new murder case was opened. It happened at night on a roof. Cctv's seems to be hacked so they were not able to see the scene where the killer and the victim were going up on the roof.

The killer seems to like a play, and it seems like the killer knows exactly who will cover the case, because there was a note just beside the victim's body.

And the words written there were something that made Sung Jinwoo break down.

"a hint: I'm someone that you're really close to, Sung Jinwoo! " And beside it was a drawn heart.

He never knew he knew someone that could be his enemy. And even kill someone so... aggressively.

The killer might be a boy, since the killer must have a lot of strength to do such a messy killing, but there's also a chance that the killer is a girl... Because not only is the killer's handwriting is feminine, but the only one he's 'very' close with is... (Name).

The thought of (name) being the killer is hurting him, but he's a police officer, sooner or later, he'd have to investigate her, and the other people who are close to him.

But of course, Sung Jinwoo continued to refuse the fact that someone close to him is a criminal.

He's clinging on a hope where this killer was just playing mind tricks with him, and is someone he actually doesn't know.

••~••

He sighed, as he kept looking at the note, and (Name)'s handwriting... The handwriting is very similar compared to his other friends and family members handwriting....

Even if he keeps looking at it for hours, it doesn't change the fact that (Name)... might be really the killer.

And of course, he refuses to believe that. Maybe the killer is trying to copy (name)'s handwriting... Maybe.

Due to that, he's determined to find more hints, he grabbed his gun and went to the roof once again.

On the way there, he can't help but feel a sense of deja vu.

Now thinking about it, doesn't the roof look so familiar? As if he had been there...

All thoughts stopped when he's now in front of the rooftop's door.

Upon entering, he noticed a feminine figure on the corner of the roof, a gun beside them.

"you're here. I was hoping you'd take more longer.." familiar voice.

'(name)?' he thought, he doesn't know but he froze, he can't talk and do anything else. Just stare at her figure.

"you know... I really like you. You're everything girls are dreaming about. You're the standard." She continues to talk, while Sung Jinwoo can't help but... Just stare at her.

"wanna know something?" She asks, not turning around. Instead, she looked at the sky. The sky was dark, and it looked like a storm would come.

Sung Jinwoo's eyes widened.

'wait! Isn't this my..'

"we're soulmates." They speak/thought at the same time, and Sung Jinwoo's heart ached.

'...dream?' Sung Jinwoo felt all his hope leaving his body, why can't you just kill him? What's your motive? Why are you telling him this?

"and the reason you... Oh sorry, I mean we.. don't have access to the system is because, we're not fated to love each other.." suddenly, (name) picked up her gun, and Sung Jinwoo's gripped on his tightened.

And just like in his dream, they raised their gun together, and (Name) finally turned around.

"we're fated to kill each other." Her words were clear, and this type, he caught a glimpse of her reddish eyes.

And in a blink of an eye, both guns were triggered.

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If you guys noticed, I'm more into plots than simply romance. But I also have fast paced stories, sorryy. Hehe^~^

Hi! So I got 6 story ideas (including this one), and had a crisis of what to write first.

Another sad ending, but don't worry, I have a yandere! Sung Jinwoo story idea on my draft sooo^~^

Anyways hope you guys are all fine!

I'm not sure if I would write another fanfic for Jinwoo or do an edit of him, or maybe do neither and I'll just scroll on my tiktok... Who knows?

Once again, thank you to those who finished reading this fanfic until the very last words once again! Love y'all!!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

#Spotify #sung jin woo x reader #sung jinwoo #author #jinwoo sung x reader #jinwoo sung x you #manhwa #only i level up #solo leveling #solo leveling jinwoo #solo leveling x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #sung jinwoo x reader #sung jin woo #shadow monarch #jinwoo sung

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aoioozora · 23 hours

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Merrick feels like the type of guy who is big and scary but is actually quite a softie. If he had to comfort someone, he'd definitely do so mostly through acts of service and giving little tidbits of advice and wisdom to keep things in perspective

Let me explain,

He knows you're a hardy woman, he's never seen you cry and it seemed like nothing could ever make you cry given how naturally volatile women's mood swings could get sometimes. But you seemed just fine, handled every loss, failure, and tragedy with alarming-- almost abnormal-- stoicism. You'd not even wince at your period cramps either. You'd bottle up and keep a level head on your shoulders because that's what a good soldier would do: not get run with their feelings.

But that didn't mean your pot of brewing emotions never overflowed.

Merrick stumbles upon you hidden in an obscure corner on the base nearby some dumpsters, sobbing to yourself silently, leaned against the wall and all curled up in a ball.

"Wh-What are you doing here?" he blurts, nearly dropping the cigarette that is between his fingers. He couldn't imagine such a respectable young woman sitting on the ground in this dingy place.

You flinch; his surprise only increases because he's never seen you flinch, not even at the threat of being struck by an enemy. When you raise your head and you're all glossy-eyed, snot-nosed, and sobbing, his surprise continues to increase. He hasn't seen you look so vulnerable either.

"You're crying," he states, eyes wide. This was like seeing a cow jump over the moon to him.

"I'm not crying," you insist, swiping away the tears and your snot with a handkerchief, trying to keep your voice from cracking.

Merrick ain't stupid or blind, but he doesn't argue with you. He stands there awkwardly for a moment, taking in the rare sight and shifting on his feet as he exhales out the smoke, thinking of what to do. He takes a tentative step towards you.

"This place is too smelly to cry, don't you think?" he begins, flicking his chin towards the dumpsters not too far from both of you, filling the air with the stench of rotting food.

You sniff, not answering him.

"Get up," he commands, offering a hand, "I know a better place."

You look up at him, and when he sees how the tears have stained your flushed cheeks, he almost feels a twinge of pity for you. He feels a surge of protectiveness for his fellow teammate, near ready to beat up and confront anyone or anything that made you sink to this pitiable state. You take his hand and he pulls you up to your feet. Seeing that your eyes are averted and your head bowed-- an obvious sign of not wanting to be seen looking so disheveled in public-- he takes off his baseball hat and puts it on your head.

"C'mon, follow me."

You dust yourself and adjust the hat on your head, pulling it low over your face as you jog to catch up with his stride. He eventually leads you to his car and motions you to get in.

"Where are we going?" you ask.

"You'll see," he says as he gets in the seat with a grunt. "Seatbelt," he orders as soon as he straps his on and starts the car.

You obey. He drives for a while in utter silence, blowing his cigarette smoke out of the open window. Your sniffles accentuate the hum of the engine, but he's focused on the road. He soon stops at a drive-thru and orders two burgers, a 10 piece chicken nuggets, two drinks, and two cheesecake slices.

"Here, hold these for me," he pushes the takeout to you after paying for it and resumes driving.

What on earth is he even planning anyway? You can't stop yourself from wondering as you watch the evening sunlight filtering through the trees. When you look properly, you see that he is taking you up a hill.

"Are we going for a picnic?" you ask.

He doesn't answer.

You sit back, sighing. If he's going to be vague, then so be it.

After a few minutes of silence, he says, "Close your eyes."

Having built enough trust in him from working by his side, you immediately do so. The next few seconds pass and the car slows down to a halt. Even through your closed eyelids, faint light filtered through, and you could tell that you were in a bright spot.

"Open your eyes and look out the window."

You obey. Right before you was the stunning landscape of the sunset-bathed valley with its beams of golden light filtering through the puffy white clouds. The valley and distant hills is lush with verdure, the birds flit about and chirp as they play, and the sky is painted a soft gradient of orange, pink, and purple. The sight looks like a painting and it takes your breath away as you stare at every last detail.

The corner of Merrick's lip quirks upwards slightly, pleased by your reaction. He turns the car around so that the trunk is facing the gorgeous scenery.

"Come, get the takeout," he instructs, getting out of the car and extinguishing the cigarette on the soil. Shaking it off once, he pockets it to throw away later. You follow him out and watch him sit on the trunk, which you also do.

"So we are having a picnic," you say, smiling a bit as you kept the takeout in between you and him.

"Yeah, so eat up." he digs his large hand into the paper bag and fishes out the burger and already starts to eat it.

Both of you eat in silence for a few moments until Merrick asks, "So, tell me why you were crying. I've never seen you cry about anything."

You shrug. "Just... stuff," you say, voice trailing off at the end as you nibble the burger.

"Bad enough to make you want to hide in a dumpster?" He takes a long sip of his drink.

"Yeah."

"You don't wanna talk about it?"

Your lips twist slightly. Being caught crying was embarrassing enough, and being asked to open up was even worse. "Honestly, no." you admit, despite feeling a tug in your heart telling you to vent to him.

He gives you one long look and then turns back to the scenery. "It won't do you any good to keep it to yourself, you know."

You are silent, feeling the tug grow stronger. Of course you know it, but it is just second nature to you to bottle it up. He knows it too. He's just like you.

"We're all a team," he continues, "Remember that nobody fights alone, and neither do you."

You nod silently, taking another nibble of your burger.

He looks at you again, a flicker of worry in his eyes. "Today was the first time I saw you cry and... I don't think I like it," he admits, suddenly feeling a little awkward for opening himself up, but he stifles that awkwardness just for your sake, "I don't like seeing you cry."

Those words were enough to break you down again. A sob escapes your lips, and Merrick feels an even stronger twinge. He pulls away your half-eaten burger, wraps it up in the paper, and keeps it aside, also pushing away the takeout bag behind him.

He sits closer to you. "Talk to me," he says gently, as a father would to his child.

At those words, you pour out your heart to him and he listens to you as you sob and weep. He rubs your back gently to encourage and support you. You talked of a problem that seemed so large, overwhelming, and insurmountable, and he shared his thoughts with you. At a pause in the discussion, he directs you to look at the landscape.

"You see those mountains over there?" he asks, motioning to the shadowed peaks against the gentle saffron tinted sky.

"Yeah," you croak.

"When you're right in front of them, they're massive. But when you're sitting here miles away, they seem so small," he paused, "Any problem that you have now that seems so big will eventually appear small and tiny as you go farther away, as more time passes.

"What hurts like a bitch now will just be like a mosquito bite in future," he continues, rubbing your back. "And even if it does hurt like a bitch later on," he pauses, shaking his head slightly, "just go to fuckin' therapy."

It gets a snort out of you, and he blinks in surprise at your reaction. He meant it to be serious and didn't expect you'd laugh, but that didn't mean he didn't like to see it. He moves his arm to wrap around your shoulder, which he gives a soft, gentle shake.

"That's more like it," he smiles, and it involuntarily makes you smile too. "You'll be alright. You're not alone, okay? You got me, and I'll always be there if you need me," he assures you.

You nod, wiping the last of your tears on your sleeve as you sniffled. He continues to hold you by his side until you calm down. Both of you watch the colours of the sky turn from saffron to pink to purple and finally to deep blue, and see the stars start to twinkle softly over the glittering cities of the valley. You never felt more comforted and at peace.

"Thank you," you tell Merrick, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Anytime," he answers softly, ruffling your hair, making you smile contentedly. "Oh, also," he leans in to whisper, "Don't tell anyone I've given you special treatment."

You giggle, "Only if you don't tell anyone you saw me cry."

"Deal," he chuckles, shaking his head.

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‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،، 𝓜ine ; Korra

resume: were Korra finds herself wondering about you.

content warning: comfort ; Korra x fem!reader ; Mako and Bolin being wingmen ; no use of y/n

wc: 1.1k

a/n: HI HELLO 👋🏼 i reappear here with a short tiny spontaneous korra fic to thank you for 100 followers and also to thank all the love you give to my writes you have no idea how it melts my heart knowing you all like what i write <33 i had my doubts since english is not my first language, but you all really make me want to keep writing !!! this os goes also for the ones asking me for more korra content and for the ones that have requested and i haven't posted your request, know that i am working on them. HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I'LL REOPEN REQUEST SINCE I'M BACK <33

“ I can't help it, I'm just selfish, there's no way that I could share you.

Mako was almost sure he could hear the way Korra's teeth were grinding. Her blue eyes were fixated in one specific point and her jaw clenching, he followed her gaze and his own eyes met your silhouette laughing with some other girl who was a little bit touchy with your arm

Korra and you didn’t have a romantic relationship... yet, she always says, it's only a matter of finding the right time and place to tell you and it definitely wasn't in a party celebrating the probending championship.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You'll hurt your teeth if you keep doing that.” the firebender called for the avatar, cutting her thoughts on how she could fight the girl for you. “You should maybe do something about it and stop killing people in your mind when they're with her.”

Korra looked back at him, he knew about the girl's crush on you, just as Bolin and Asami did. Everyone in the group were well aware of how she ogled you at every chance she had to look your way.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don't think here is the correct place, you know.” her eyes went back at the two of you, you now looked very interested in whatever the hell the girl was saying and that made her heart dropped.

That should be her making you laugh, that should be her having you look fondly and interested in anything she said. The avatar crushed her cup of water in her hand, Mako watched with his brows raised.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm just saying, you should start working before someone else make a move on her.” he finished taking a sip of his drink.

And for you... Just one person was aware of how you would ogled her when she was distracted.

Bolin gave you the idea on making Korra jealous so she could action, you tried to be the one to take the first step before and were met with a one-sided flirt or an interpretation of a friend outing instead of a date, so you gave up.

You didn’t know if your flirting was just bad and sad or Korra was ignoring it since she didn’t feel the same way about you, but it was the earthbender accidentally being a wingman saying how Korra didn’t stop talking about you and how pretty she found you on one of your dinners with him that made you decided that maybe you would wait for her to make a move when she felt comfortable enough... But it felt eternal.

You knew the plan your friend gave you was working when in a quick glance of the place while the girl was talking about some weird bending move she claimed to create your eyes bumped into Korra's for a second and the way her blue eyes looked cold and electric sent chills down your spine, so you continued with the plan.

Your hand looked to caress the firebender's arm with what would be interpreted as a second intention which made the girl move closer to you and Korra stood up from her seat scaring Mako who looked at her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Uhh, Korra, I need you to think with a cold head what you'll do.” the guy at her side said and she moved her hand to shush him.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I got this, fuck time and place.” she said before making her way to you.

You were way too focused on not looking away to not give another impression that when the avatar took you by the arm and pulled you away you stumbled a little bit with your own feet.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What the fuck!? Who–” your exclamation stopped mid sentence when your eyes met the blue ones and your legs almost failed you. “Korra...” the calling of her name left your mouth as if you were out of breath.

And you kinda were; the avatar had this serious grimace painted on her face and her aura felt intimidating. You heard the girl you were talking with protest to the avatar on how she was speaking to you, her eyes shot at her and Korra straightened her posture.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, well, she's going with me now.” she said tilting her head to the side. “Any problem with that?”

The firebender looked for help on your side but you were way too concentrated on Korra to notice anything else. She shrugged and went back to the bar.

Her eyes got back at you and you could actually see how they softened at your sight, non-verbally Korra requested to be out the place with you and you agreed.

The walk out was quiet, once the talks and music sounded distance you two took seats in the concrete stairs outside the place. Your eyes never left Korra, it was clear at how mesmerized and stunned you were at the scene, you imagined everything but that.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm sorry if I was too harsh on you, I just...” her words mixed in the wind, she stopped to think of how to follow. “I was, uhm, I was jealous.”

Your heart skipped a beat, it worked.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's just... I couldn't bear to see you with anyone else that isn't me.” she continued, her gaze was avoiding yours until that sentence. That electric blue that made your legs shake met your curious eyes. “I've liked you for quite some time now... And I know this isn't the time or place to say it–.”

Your lips didn’t let her finish whatever she wanted to say as they were pressing hers, at first it was a shy tiny kiss which had Korra stunned at the action. When you pulled away, a flirty smile was growing in your face.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You like me, you think of me, you couldn't see me with another girl, you were sooo jealous.” you teased her speaking over her lips. That gave Korra the courage to take you by the waist and place you on her lap, your eyes opened with surprise.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What if I am? You're mine now, I don’t have to share you with anyone else.” she attacked back, feels of tingles at the brush of her lips on yours. “You're mine, aren't you? Can I call you mine?”

It definitely felt almost like a dream, one which you didn’t to wake up anymore. A big smile began to grow in your own mouth. “Of course, I'm yours all yours.”

You had so much to thank Bolin the next day.

#the legend of korra #the legend of korra x reader #korra x reader #avatar korra #korra x you #korra fluff #korra x fem!reader

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xycuro-illuminati · 3 days

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Fix(Save) TF2

(What's going on and what you can do)

For the past 5 years as of this point, Team Fortress 2 has been facing a bot crisis. There are groups of people who are hosting aimbot cheaters to join servers and swarm the player base by making the game unplayable (i.e., sniping players from impossible areas, using wallhacks to track others, spamming both in mic and chat loud music or vulgar, hate speech, votekicking innocent players for no reason, overall making a horrible experience to play on.) This has been happening in every server in casual mode.

While many community members have created community servers to combat the bots with their own anti-cheat, not everyone knows about them, nor are they always available for everyone to join.

And you might be thinking: well if community members can implement their own anti cheat, why doesn't Valve just do that then?

That's the thing! They haven't, and their negligence continues to this day as all they've done to update the game is fix minor bugs and add more micro-transactions despite fixing the MAJOR ISSUE AT HAND.

These bots aren't just aimbots, they go around spouting hatespeech as said earlier and the hosters will do everything they can to keep it that way. It's noted that these hosters have tried scamming the player base by stating if you fork over some cash, they'll stop the bot scripts. Along with some hosters going as far as DDOSing servers and DOXXING figure heads that go against them.

TheWhat Show's video on these bots perfectly explains the problem in full detail with great explanations and examples. He also has MegaScatterBomb as a guest, telling his story of how he was doxxed by these bot hosters and so much more, just because he was developing an anti-cheat to combat them.

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Prominent tf2bers from Uncle Dane, FiskonaStick, Big Joey, Jontohil, Weezytf2, and so many others have made their statements on this topic, all agreeing that Valve needs to do something.

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(Uncle Dane's video not only informs more about the situation but the clips he has just shows how frequent these bots are when hopping onto casual mode). Many FPS games have been inspired by tf2, this isn't us trying to stroke our egos, this is just the plain truth of it. So even if you're a fan of ow2 or valorant or any other game, this SHOULD matter to you and it SHOULD piss you off. CsGo, another Valve fps game, is starting to get the same bot problem as tf2, so who knows how long it'll take for this to spread even further. Remember that Valve owns Steam, and that these bots are on that platform, and they're allowing these bots to stay on their platform. If these bot hosters have gone as far as to leaking personal info of known tf2 figures, then what's stopping them from doing the same to random, innocent players of the game? So what are we doing? The tf2 community is spreading word about this bot crisis on multiple platforms. There is a website that you can find here that details what's going on and a petition going on right now. We plan on printing out every signature and mailing it to Valve themselves, to show that we love this game and refuse to let it be taken over by a bunch of bad actors that want nothing but to ruin the fun for everyone. We have nothing to lose, and we're only focusing on the major problem at hand, it being the bot crisis.

I ask all my followers and mutuals to please sign the petition and spread the word, even if you don't play tf2. This games means so much to be and as much as it pains me to watch it get flooded by these bots, it pains me even more to see Valve sit on their asses and do nothing about it.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #fixtf2 #savetf2 #tfw talking #vid #no one send hate to anyone working at valve btw #we want this to be peaceful and we want our voices to be heard #if WoW players can do this and succeed then so can we

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