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sunnebeam · 1 year

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in the darkest little paradise.

A 'DARKEST LITTLE PARADISE' DRABBLE.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

warnings: smut (minors do not interact), unprotected sex (bc it's fun to fantasize about in fictional situations but please use protection irl), small mentions of mafia shit (again), sex work

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: yet another smut drabble that's actually just a buildup for a whole ass wip! enjoy

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You're not much of a crybaby, not when life has a way of toughening you up.

But right now, with your legs high up in the sky as you lay on your back, your skin reveling in the soft velvet of the sheets, you blubber incoherently with uncontrollable tears streaming down your face.

The reason for your tears is wearing a smug look as he looks down at your pitiful, crying form.

"Why are you crying, princess?"

His thumb never leaves your clit just as his cock never leaves your warm, wet heat. But he doesn't move.

"Yoongi—"

"Yeah? What do you want?"

He's ruthless, rubbing circles on your sensitive nub but remaining otherwise motionless while he's balls deep inside you.

You hate crying. You hate pleading, as well. But Yoongi singlehandedly makes you do both.

After all, Min Yoongi owns the streets of Daegu. It should be a no-brainer that he owns your body, too.

He loves you like this, loves when your tough facade breaks just for him, loves when you whine and beg and plead to him, loves when you fall apart because of him.

"Yoongi," you whimper when he twitches inside you, "move."

If someone else tries ordering him around, they'd lose a limb.

But here you are, your pleas commanding him to fold to your every whim, your moans and lewd sounds spurring him to give you what you want.

And he does.

Yoongi starts off slow, knowing just how much you love the buildup despite your whining. He gathers a generous amount of spit in his mouth and lets it drop on your waiting cunt, groaning when he observes the mix of juices pooling between your spread legs where the two of you are joined.

"I've spoiled you too much," he teases, his hips starting to pick up a faster pace. "Bossing me around. Never saying please."

You're too fucked out to respond and it's not like he expects you to, anyway. Not when he starts jackhammering into you just the way you like it, and he begins to feel the fluttering of your walls.

"Yoongi," you sob, and as if to appease him, you chant, "please, please, please—"

And then you fall.

Yoongi loves it when you climax. You thrash around, hands gripping anything you can reach – the sheets, the bed posts, your hair, your tits. There's a beautiful vulnerability to the sight, a stark contrast to the tough, closed-off act you normally put on.

In truth, the both of you are closed-off people. But right here, with your cunt squeezing the life out of his dick, with your naked bodies connected in the most intimate of ways, he allows himself the same moment of vulnerability.

He falls. He reaches his peak and spills inside you, leaning down and groaning into your neck as you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace.

Anyone looking at the two of you right now would think you're two lovers basking in the afterglow.

In another world, maybe. But in this dark little paradise, you can only wish.

Because he's Min Yoongi, the ruthless mob boss, the topdog of Daegu. And you're just a no-named prostitute, a whore, a nobody.

You know better than to dwell on it. So you suck it up, put on a face for him, and try to make the rest of his visit worth his while and worth his money.

After all, he's paying for you.

"Hey," he calls out just as the two of you are getting dressed. "Are you available tomorrow?"

"Oh, it's my day off tomor—"

"Not to work," he clarifies. "I mean, to go out."

Your eyebrows furrow.

"Out?" you repeat. "Out where?"

"To dinner."

You blink. "You want to take me out to dinner? Why?"

"Don't people usually go out for dinner to celebrate their birthdays?"

"My... birthday...? Wait, what?"

Yoongi just smirks. He then kisses your cheek before walking out the room with a quick, "I'll pick you up at seven," thrown over his shoulder.

You're dumbfounded. You're flustered. And truthfully, you're a bit excited. But most of all, you're confused.

Because how did Yoongi know tomorrow's your birthday?

#bts x reader #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #bts smut #min yoongi smut #yoongi smut #suga smut #bts x you #min yoongi x you #yoongi x you #suga x you #bts fic #yoongi fic #suga fic #min yoongi fic #cat.writes

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luvring · 1 year

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idk if ur reqs are open but I would love to hear your thoughts on Vere 👁️👁️ hes literally dominated my entire headspace I can’t go ten minutes w/o thinking ab how I want to bite his forearm

GENERAL VERE HCS

gn!reader | back 2 knocking these guys out of the park. also i realized these are shorter than my hq bf hcs so. if anyone wants a pt.2 for anybody.. u know what to do

i think u Should bite his arm. For Fun. vere w bite-y partner who he bites back. 'gently' considering he has fangs though

congratulations on being one of 2 people he'd let touch and brush his tail. sometimes he swishes it against your face and then pretends he didn't. "i have no idea what you're talking about," he says before making direct eye contact and doing it again

he likes drawing. ok. have we considered him drawing you. you ask him about it and he says he won't show you. you tease him and ask "what? did you draw sparkles and hearts surrounding me?" and he plays along, "yes, i even checked what i'd look like with your last name and drew us kissing."

It's actually quite a nice sketch of you though. like of you smiling or asleep or something because you fell aslep near him. oh man...

vere knows all the ins and outs of the city which means he can give you a personalized tour that caters to all your interests!! you can ask him to take you to his favourite spots too of course but he feels very accomplished watching you grin in the store he purposely walked by

shocked if you get him a gift. acts nonchalant and is good enough at accepting things but internally, especially if it's something he's been eyeing for a while or has sentimental value,, he . He....

like yeah okay vere...act all cool...as if your eyes don't flicker over whenever you walk past it...as if you don't catch yourself smiling subconsciously...whatever

definitely tries cooking your favourite meal. doesn't go very well, especially if it's something he's never had, but he'll keep practicing until he makes something decent. don't ask how many attempts he did because he won't tell you unless he somehow started a fire and even Then the truth is debatable

if YOU know how to cook it Please for the love of god teach him, or write down the recipe for both your sakes. for the kitchen. plea

everyone tells him/the both of you to shut the hell up whenever you start flirting back and forth/competing to see how many innuendos you can feasibly say. the both of you team up only to bully everyone else for being single before continuing

asshole if you played uno. i'm not competitive nor do i give two shits if i lose at uno but even i would lose it watching vere push for whatever stacking rule he needs to get someone a +20. watch your cards or he'll manage to look over at them. do not trust a single deal he tries. watch his ears and tail i'm sure he has a tell

really good at helping build confidence . what ais said about him being honest but also not trusting anything he says yeah well this is when he'd be completely honest. easily reminds you how capable you are of something, knows what makes you confident, etc etc. and you just ? know you can trust him? it's the vibe. how he says it so plainly as if it's obvious

don't try to lie to him about things. like if you're upset about something it is So obvious to him no matter how hard you try and he'd really appreciate it if you would tell him why or ask to talk about it later when you're ready.

^ as someone who wants to piss her pants at the thought of being direct or whatever,, he'd also be very good at knowing when to push or not. if you respond better to a lighter/gentle reminder i'm sure he would do so :heart:

i have a feeling this guy would be incredibly incredibly incredibly into you asking to post him on any socmed. do you want his face in it. do you want it to be a little spicy. should he pose. actually he probably pouts a little if you want a faceless pose but bro why does it matter if there is not a cm of space between us. why is your hand around my neck rn /lh You know the poses

#touchstarved game #touchstarved vere #vere x reader #🧾nia.answers #<3 anon #he is so rime to me. aw man #nia + touchstarved

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ibis-gt · 10 months

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hey, a genuine plea from someone who used to love this space: please learn to treat artists & writers as human beings and not factories.

part of what drove me away was the absolutely constant push to be making new things. i’d post a piece of art or a comic or a fic and get tons of people asking for what was going to happen next, just more more more nonstop, and it was overwhelming and so discouraging. it didn’t matter how long the thing i’d just posted was, people just wanted more. when i went on my hiatus because i felt totally tapped out, i got asks & requests STILL asking me to make more things, telling what of my stuff they missed, keeping that pressure on, and it SUCKED. i couldn’t even rest on my break because of that and along with other huge problems in the community, it made me quit this place for good.

just, please learn some etiquette about how to engage with art and writing, please stop asking for more all the time. if you want something you need to either learn to make it yourself or put your money where your mouth is and pay for it. if artists or writers ask for requests then it’s okay to ask for things for free, but don’t assume that’s the case for every single creator out there. for the love of god don’t read someone’s fic and then say ‘what if you wrote this again, but with this different thing that i like more’, because you sound like an entitled child.

PLEASE remember we’re human beings with lives and other circumstances, we need to make money to live or we need to go to school or take care of ourselves and our families. we are more than the drawings or stories we create and if you treat us like factories, you’re just going to burn us out. we are not ‘content creators’. we are PEOPLE.

and hey! for any other creatives out there who feel this way, feel like your audience is draining you dry or a community isn’t treating you with the respect you deserve? there is nothing wrong with dropping that space and moving on to something else, something better. sometimes things can’t be fixed or reformed or shaped up. sometimes the rot is so deep that it’s not worth breaking your back trying to pull it out. If a space isn’t good for you, save your mental and physical health and leave. i’ve been in a much better place in almost every aspect of my life after getting out of this community. you don’t have to stick around if you don’t feel valued. anyone telling you otherwise is thinking more about themself than about you, so fuck ‘em.

#literally the you can leave skeleton meme you CAN leave and it is sometimes the best option!#lol i saw someone a while ago saying that you shouldn't leave a community just bc of bad behavior #that you should stick around and try to reform it. um. no!#that is a very privileged position to hold and especially rankles after a lot of people of color left bc of racist harrassment.#or like. a friend of mine who left bc her boundaries were repeatedly violated and ignored in favor of Popular Artist.#like. that's not something you fix by blocking people. that's something you Get Away from bc it's so deeply ingrained and normalized #like yeah in some situations you can shape the community you want to make by blocking assholes and cultivating a following of cool people #i did that and then i LEFT the broader community bc it SUCKS. and i am far happier with my little circle of friends.#you are not beholden to stick around and stew in a space that treats you badly. ever.

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emry-stars-art · 10 months

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please can u tell us more of ur thoughts on branding.

can u tell us ALL ur thoughts on branding.

can u tell us all your thoughts.

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST

Why yes I CAN tell you my thoughts! but this post will stay pretty much about the branding, even tho there will be other points you can notice below; unfortunately I have limited space and time on these posts. One thing at a time for my brainnn 🙏

Also. This is another “there’s too much going on here for me to cover it all” concept, so this is actually in two parts just to make sure it doesn’t get too ungodly long 😂 and one day there’s a bunch of stuff I want so badly to write about it! For now, I’ll put the link to the second post [here] as well as at the very end for your reading convenience

Find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕

(This was supposed to be for showing the brands; it turned into an explanation of some of the physical effects of things that happened in Evermore and the direct aftermath.)

Ahem. So Riko’s pretty determined to make it as difficult as possible for Abram to sneak away again, blend into other places. The best way to do that, obviously, is to brand him to his court as he had the rest.

Abram expects that. He’s completely prepared to have this done, it’s all but inevitable. He’d been dodging his number III for far too long now. Even Day has the II still on his own cheek - Abram can deal with it. Riko’s too proud not to let it heal nicely. He needs his court to look as neat and uniform as possible.

Still hurts like hell.

But after, when Abram wants nothing more than to be completely alone until he can see properly out of that eye, Riko orders him to strip down. Abram doesn’t - his time in Palmetto and with Prince Andrew took away Abram’s only survival technique. He’s known good people now, he knows how a person is supposed to be treated and he’s learned at least some degree of self-respect. Nathaniel relied on a day-to-day understanding that he could die in any terrible, inhuman way at another’s whim. Abram knows better. (It ruins him.)

Of course, Riko gets his demands met anyway. They have to hold Nathaniel down to get the second brand on him. This one isn’t for show, though perhaps that was a thought in Riko’s mind - branded cattle is hard to steal and easy to identify. Mostly it’s the beginning of pushing onto Abram that he isn’t more than property, he’s a work animal and he’s expected to act like it. And Riko doesn’t care that this one heals as neatly. Since it’s not going to be for the public eye, Riko can let it fester and infect as long as it stays recognizable. As long as Abram can look at it and remember what it is and what it’s there for.

When Abram is brought back, when Day is with him in that cart, it’s another thing he begs for the prince not to see. The muzzle and the brand. At first Day is confused; “The prince will want to see your face, Abram. You know he won’t care. It’s just like mine.”

But Abram shakes his head. Says no. No, the other one. Please don’t let him see.

Maybe Day doesn’t fully realize what that means until he forces that bath on Abram. Abram doesn’t try to hide it; he’s already told Day about it, and if there’s anyone that will take Evermore cruelty in stride it will be Day. (That doesn’t mean Day isn’t enraged to see it. Healed ugly, even still a little inflamed from rough fabrics and no care. He knew Riko was always mad with power; this was something else entirely.)

So Day heeds Abram’s pleas and doesn’t let Andrew see the brand. It’s always covered in bandages. When Andrew begins to help with Abram’s care, Day tells him he shouldn’t remove that bandage. It would cause Abram a lot of pain. Andrew tries to ask about it, but Day gives him the same answer as with the strange little punctures in Abram’s face: he will tell you if and when he wants to. And again, Andrew cannot argue.

By this point I think Andrew and Day have reached an agreement. Abram’s eyesight is getting clearer by the day, and Andrew understands how serious Day is about both his and Abram’s safety. But Day agreed that as long as Abram can confirm he recognizes Andrew, Andrew is allowed to help when Day is unavailable.

So when Andrew is sent for, told that Abram has reopened some wounds or torn some bandages and won’t let any of the medics touch him, Andrew goes.

Abram is calm enough by the time he arrives. He lets the prince check the wounds, nodding allowances between each article of clothing and bandage that Andrew removes. And by then they may as well shower too, while Andrew is there. He’d like to try and do what he can for Abram’s hair.

Even then Andrew doesn’t remove the bandage. It falls off on its own under the stream of water. Andrew feels the slight tensing of Abram’s stomach, the way he pauses. For a second, Andrew can only stare, struck dumb with anger. Then, slowly and very carefully, he pushes the bandage back over the brand. Hardly breathing.

“Abram. What is that.”

And Abram tenses more. He can see enough now to place a good guess as to where Andrew’s eyes would be, himself wide eyed and suddenly fearful. (For a moment, the prince’s apparent calm response made Abram think that he’d somehow already seen the brand, which wasn’t impossible considering the circumstances. But his tone now, the ice in his voice as he confronts Abram on it - it feels like all of Abram’s worst fears have materialized there in front of him. Of course Andrew would be disgusted. Princes deserve better than damaged goods. Andrew deserves better.)

“I’m sorry,” Abram says automatically, which is the last thing Andrew wants to hear. “I’ll - you don’t have to anymore, just get Day -”

“Abram,” Andrew says again sharply, which is not the right thing because Abram flinches and pushes Andrew’s hands from him. He’s up and away from the hole-riddled bucket that serves as the infirmary’s makeshift shower almost immediately and finds his things half by memory and half blurry sight. Andrew wouldn’t want someone like him around, even as a guard. Especially in this state, when he can’t perform his duties at all.

Abram finds his way to Day’s room. Even with Andrew’s voice after him as he leaves the bath and infirmary altogether. Thankfully, it isn’t long before Day has returned from a routine check of the outer walls - Abram cannot handle being seen by the prince again, he’s shaking and slipping further from reality by the minute. Day takes one look at Abram in the hall and brings him into his room, trying to calm Abram enough to tell him what’s happened. Eventually, he pieces it together when Abram apologizes for making Day’s work for naught. You kept it from him this long time and I ruined it. Don’t let him be angry with you, it was my fault, just let him do what he wants and -

But Day won’t hear it. He figures out what it’s about, he tries to reassure Abram that it was a misunderstanding. Day knows for a fact, like any sane person and then as a person that knows Andrew, that the prince is not angry with Abram for having a brand or anything it was supposed to represent. He had been angry like anyone was angry to see it. Like Day had been. Day had just been much better about hiding it.

Abram isn’t in a state for rational thought or explanations. The panic and crying exhausts him, but nothing Day offers can comfort him. He won’t take the bed or couch or even the chair, too far in his head about Andrew finally seeing him for an animal. He ends up curled on the carpet near the fireplace, asleep by the time Andrew manages to find him. (He’d gone looking out by the gate, along any path Abram might have taken to run. It was either good or very bad that he didn’t find him there.)

Day answers the door and Andrew opens his mouth at the same time he scans the room, then stops. He sees Abram and tries to come in, but Day stands firmly in his way.

“Is he all right?” Andrew asks before he can stop himself. He messed up, this is his fault. He needs to be sure he hasn’t caused any real harm.

“Physically, yes,” Day says tersely. “But he’s asleep, and I will not be waking him yet. Out, in the hall. I need to speak with you.”

[part2 here]

#BIG BROTHER KEVIN DAY #he gave Andrew the wildest most unexpected ‘if you hurt my brother I’ll destroy you’ talk in history #and I love that for everyone involved #(even tho it was mostly Kevin doing some culture translation re: brands)#(and what abram is and isn’t apparently comfortable with and scared of)#I just think usually Andrew would be INCREDIBLY unimpressed and bored with Kevin’s long talks #but when it comes to Abram at this exact moment #he has no choice but to listen to whatever Kevin says #it’s not like Andrew is the person abram first thinks of when he needs comfort about evermore (yet at least)#day still knows better than anyone else in palmetto #hm are my strong emotions about kevin and Neil sibling vibes coming through yet #nah I’d better do more with it #ANYWAY #fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #royal au #asks #anon #my writing #hmm might have to make the brand bigger in consequent drawings #cows beeg #Abram is small

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radiowallet · 11 months

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Eyes Open - Chapter 8

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Amy Oliver (ofc) Summary: It seems silly to wait a whole week. WC: 2.1K Warnings: 18+ MDNI Canon-typical violence, talk of police work, a blatant show of testosterone, blood, injuries, kissing, making-out, dry humping, a smidge of dirty talk hurt/comfort, slow burn, yearning, idiots friends to lovers, financial stressors, second chance romance, workplace romance (sort of), older love interest, single parents, DID I MENTION THE YEARNING?

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Marcus checks his reflection in the window of Amy’s apartment building one last time, happy to see the swelling around his eye is finally starting to go down. He slips his glasses back on, and checks again, relieved that the black plastic hides the worst of the damage. He must have been something terrible to look at earlier, super strength helping to dull the pain but doing little to hide the gruesome sight of his late-night scuffle. Still, he was pleased with the way the purple had already faded to something more grey, content that the bruise would mostly be gone by morning.

Amy had been justifiably upset when they left the dark confines of the evidence locker, the bright fluorescent light of the precinct giving her a much better view of the damage done. He had tried to wave it off again, making a half-hearted joke about ‘seeing the other guy’ but she refused to laugh, instead marching him straight back to the bathroom, stopping only long enough to grab the first-aid kit from her desk.

“You can tell me what happened now, or I can just read it in the report that hits my desk Monday morning,” she warned, her sharp tone an odd match to the gentle way she cleaned his wounds. It was clear she’d had practice, and he had to fight back the wave of jealousy that her hands had touched anyone else with the same soft touch.

“I miscalculated. I thought Miracle was on his way. Plus I didn’t know Baldwin was still working the case.”

“He sweet-talked Special Crimes. Bought himself a little bit of time.”

It was almost bolstering to hear that Derek was just as desperate as Marcus to put a stop to all of this, even if their methods were so mismatched. Perhaps success wasn’t so far out of reach despite the loss they took today.

“And who made mincemeat out of your face?”

Marcus winced as Amy pressed a cotton ball of alcohol to the worst of his cuts, but she paid him little mind, still waiting for an answer to her question.

“The guy down in holding cell 4.”

She grew quiet after that, her movements slowing just enough to catch his attention. Marcus took care to grab her hands and hold them tight, waiting for her to say out loud what he already knew.

“Amy?”

“…he’ll make bail.”

He nodded, “I’m counting on it.”

It was wrong. Dangerous, even. Stupidly so. It seemed Amy agreed, echoing her plea from earlier, all but begging him to be careful. It had seemed like a good opportunity to kiss her again, and so he did, cupping her cheek to keep her close, as he stole the taste of stale coffee from her lips. When it became apparent neither of them wanted to pull away, laughter broke out between them again, the joyful sound helping to ease the tension that refused to part from this day. After that, Amy suggested he swing by after she got Harris down for bed.

“Seems silly to wait a whole week.”

Marcus couldn’t agree more.

Amy’s home feels just as cozy as it did the week prior, the lights dimmed low and the balcony door cracked open, letting a late spring breeze blow through. They settle together on the couch, curled into each other, the last of the wine Marcus brought Thursday split between them, the sound of the city keeping them company in place of the scratch of Amy’s records.

He's quick to take advantage of the newest state of their relationship, resting the curve of his palm along the bend in her knee, and thrilling at the shade of pink creeping up her cheeks. Not to be outdone, Amy leans over to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, giggling at the tickle of his mustache. He steals one of his own before pulling back, just enough for her to settle into his side, her head finding the space between his shoulder and neck.

“What did you and Harris get up to tonight?”

“Had pizza over at Christine’s then came back home for a few cuddles before bedtime,” she shrugs, a generous sip of wine chasing her answer. “I always say I don’t hate these Saturday shifts until I get home and realize how much time I’ve missed with her.”

“You’re doing great,” Marcus asserts, but without even looking he can see the roll of her eyes and the frown on her face. “You are,” he says again because she is and he means it.

He knows that guilt just as well as Amy does. That all-too-familiar foe that lingers at the back of his mind, a consistent and constant worry that one parent isn’t enough, could never be enough. He wishes there was a way to wipe it from her mind and put her heart at ease, but Marcus knows that the only solution is to remind her again and again.

And so he does.

“You are.”

He feels her nod, a soft brush of her fingers along his chin before settling back onto his thigh, enough of a cue for him to change the subject.

“How mad was Baldwin after I left today?”

“Oh, he quieted down not long after,” she hums, her smirk hidden behind her wine glass. “I think your mere presence is a trigger for him these days.”

Marcus can’t help but grin, something like victory blooming in his chest. He lets out a sharp laugh and squeezes Amy’s knee in reply. “Who’s gonna break the news that he’s about to see a whole lot more of me?”

He’s only half-joking, his lips finding the crown of Amy’s head, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo. It feels almost like a dream – one he had been so reluctant even to consider – and the long list of reasons why seemed so stupid with the weight of her resting against him.

“Maybe we just let him figure it out on his own,” Amy offers, the tips of her fingers drumming a pattern out on Marcus’s thigh. It’s slight, the small wave of nerves shifting out of her. It feels like she needs room – or maybe it’s time – to parse through her words, and Marcus is content to wait for her.

“I just…,” she starts, her breathing shaky along the rim of her glass. “I don’t want things to change.”

He presses another kiss into the crown of her head, this time holding his lips there for her to feel the intent behind them. “It won’t.”

She’s quiet in the wake of his reassurance, leaning deeper into his embrace, her fingers finally stilling where they rest on his leg.

“So you’ll still pop in to awkwardly flirt while I slip you police reports and suspect lists?”

This earns her an amused snort and another kiss, this one to her temple, his lips lingering on the small patch of skin. The feel of it sends a wave of pleasure to the base of his spine, something warm and heady pooling low in his gut. He hums, the sound rough and deep at the back of his throat, the hand on her knee curling tighter to ground him in this moment. He swallows around it, finding his own voice, but just barely.

“My flirting wasn’t that awkward.”

Amy tilts her head to brush her lips along the underside of his chin, her lips parting enough for him to feel her breathe out her gentle tease.

“Debatable.”

Things fall into place quickly after that. Wine glasses find their way to the coffee table, Amy turning up and around, all of her settling in his lap. Marcus takes care to hold her steady, wrapping his hands around the slip of her waist, eyes finding hers as she leans in for a kiss. She gives just as openly now as she did the first time they kissed, her lips smooth where they meet his own. He parts them easily, his tongue melting into hers, the taste of her better than he remembered.

Amy is warm and heavy on top of him, one hand curled into his hair, the other clinging to the back of his neck. Marcus almost feels helpless, gripping tighter to her waistline and pulling her closer and closer still, until he swears he can feel the beat of her heart against his own. The heat between them burns brighter, and with it, his hunger for her. He thrusts up, just once, dragging a moan from her between her lips. He swallows the sound, and trades her one of his own, letting the whole of it fill her up.

Their kisses only grow more frantic from there, a messy press of lips lost in the sound of breathless sighs and hushed pleas. They move together, hips grinding up and down, not nearly enough but still so much in the heat of the moment. Marcus breaks first, gasping for air as his lips pull away. He doesn’t go far, knocking his glasses off and burying his face in the curve of her neck, teeth and tongue finding the salty sting of her skin.

“M-Marcus…I…it’s been so… so l-long….” Her voice is a whisper, strangled and panting in his ear. It's like music, and he can’t help but bite down harder, officially marking her as his. Amy’s words break off, her hips canting down to meet his own.

“Shhh, I know. I know,” he promises, soothing the hair off her forehead, refusing to stop even as she presses her lips to his cheek, her mewls almost silent as tries and fails to beg for more.

It’s intoxicating, knowing he’s making her feel so good; so good he’s stealing the words from her lips, and replacing them with only the pleasure of his touch. He feels light-headed, dizzy, almost lost, his thrusts frenzied but not without purpose. With each drag of his hips, bright white bursts across his vision, his cock painfully hard beneath the weight of Amy. But he doesn’t care.

Fuck, how he doesn’t care.

All he cares about is how she whispers in his ear, her nails biting into his skin, pleading for him to keep going. As if he would dare to stop. He holds tight to her waist, wondering selfishly if she’ll bruise, pulling and pushing her into him as hard as he can. She winds her arms around his neck, muffling her cries in the turn of his neck. He can only guess at how close she is by the tremor in her muscles, legs and arms shaking where they’re wrapped around him. Already he’s thinking of the next time he has her like this, hungry to hear how loud she can be when given the freedom. How exquisite she’ll sound when she breaks around him, and he’ll take care to put her back together.

For now, he’s happy, feverishly so, everything falling by the wayside as she gasps out his name, her body locking tight as her orgasm crashes into her. He talks her through the height of it, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from her that he can.

“I’ve got you. I’m here,” Marcus repeats over and over, in awe at how she chases the wave of relief, seemingly desperate to hold on to how good it all feels. He grabs her chin, guiding her mouth to his with a skilled hand, swallowing the last of the quiet gasps she sets free, until finally, she falls against his chest, completely spent, sated.

Carefully, her body pliant and her breathing even, he tucks her beneath his chin, another kiss gifted to the crown of her head.

“What about…” she starts, her hips dipping forward to meet his erection, but he shakes his head and holds her steady.

“I just wanted to take care of you.”

She takes the admission in stride, her lips pressing to the hollow dip in his throat, her fingers finding a home where his hair curls at the nape of his neck. He thinks maybe he could fall asleep here, the twist of their bodies tangled on her couch, the city sounds floating in through the dark night, Amy’s warmth enough to keep any chill at bay.

But neither of them are want for a night on a couch, and it isn’t long before she’s sliding away from him, casting a quick glance down the hall, ensuring the door to Harris’s room is still closed tight. Satisfied with what she sees, Amy turns her attention back to Marcus, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dark. He can’t help himself, pulling her in for another kiss, the palm of his hand cradling her cheek, and holding her close even as their kiss breaks apart.

“I think I like this thing we’ve started,” Marcus whispers, the tips of his fingers finding the patch of skin beneath her shirt, the small of her back tacky with the lightest sheen of sweat.

And then, after a pause, Amy whispers, “Please, be careful.”

And Marcus knew. Without even asking, he knew.

Be careful with me. With us. Please.

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Part 7 >>> Part 9

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A/N: Would it be a story I wrote if I didn't include my favorite thing in the whole world? Surely not. What can I say? Your girl loves some dry humping.

Big huge thanks to @jazzelsaur who had to listen to me after I wrote this about how fucking hot I accidentally got myself. Who I would be if I couldn't whore around in her DM's?????

#marcus moreno #marcus moreno fic #marcus moreno x ofc #we can be heroes #we can be heroes fic #pedro pascal characters

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nekoannie-chan · 29 days

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It's not the same

Title: It’s not the same.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers & Brock Rumlow (Enemies).

Word count: 265 words.

Square: B3 “You can't justify murder by masking it with a cause.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve captured Brock, and wanted information about Bucky.

Major Tags: Mention of murder.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @steverogersbingo Steve Rogers Bingo round 3. SB3090.

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Steve was shocked; he couldn't believe that Brock had managed to escape from the hospital in his condition, let alone continue his life of crime.

He was determined to stop him, plus he hoped he knew Bucky's whereabouts; he might even be able to negotiate a plea bargain if he gave him information.

Steve had Brock in front of him; he wasn't even entirely sure what to say to him, but he was restraining himself from hitting him.

“I thought you'd learned after all that happened, Rumlow," Steve finally said after several minutes of silence.

“The one who hasn't understood or learned anything here is you, Rogers," Brock sneered.

“What am I supposed to understand? You worked for an organization that was dedicated to killing people."

“You worked for it, too," Brock said.

“Everything you've done all these years; you have no regrets?"

“I did what I had to do."

“You can't justify murder by masking it with a cause," Steve commented, trying not to raise his voice. He was about to lose his temper.

“You did the same thing in the war, and no one reproached you; how are we any different if we both have blood on our hands?“ Brock questioned, knowing he had struck a chord.

“It's not the same thing..."

“You can't justify it, Rogers; besides, your friend has also committed murder; how do you justify everything he's done all this time?"

Before Steve could answer, there was an explosion. By the time Steve looked back at Brock, he was gone. Steve cursed when he noticed that Brock had escaped.

#steve rogers bingo round 3 #steve rogers & brock rumlow

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josephseedismyfather · 2 months

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5 songs, 3 outfits

Many thanks to @carlosoliveiraa, @g0dspeeed, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @inafieldofdaisies, @the-silver-chronicles, @noodlecupcakes and @la-grosse-patate, for tagging me in this!🥰 It was really fun! Sorry for the delay, I know it's a reallllly old tag!

Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

Harley Jane ❤️

Anyone - Demi Lovato I feel stupid when I pray Why the fuck am I praying anyway? If nobody's listening

Gasoline - Halsey I think there's a flaw in my code These voices won't leave me alone Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold

I Like It Rough - Lady Gaga Is it 'cause you don't mean it, or because I don't feel it unless it's rough?

FU In My Head - Cloudy June Take me closer, take my clothes off, oh I fantasize If I'm honest, it's more fun when you can't read my mind

Sappy - Nirvana And if you fool yourself You will make him happy

Evangeline Rose 💛

From The Dining Table - Harry Styles I see it's written, it's all over his face Comfortable silence is so overrated Why won't you ever say what you want to say? Even my phone misses your call, by the way

Hymm For The Weekend - Coldplay When I was down, when I was hurt You came to lift me up When I was a river, dried up You came to rain a flood

Hands Clean - Alanis Morissette Ooh, this could be messy but But you don't seem to mind and Ooh, don't go telling everybody And overlook this supposed crime We'll fast forward to a few years later And no one knows except the both of us And I have honored your request for silence And you've washed your hands clean of this

Prodigal - One Republic I'm on the road to who knows where? Look ahead, not behind, I keep saying There's no place to go where you're not there On your rope, I hold tight, but it's fraying

Selling Faith - Matchbox Twenty And I know I ain't been righteous But there ain't nowhere to turn I'm falling, but I don't know how far down I don't need to understand it I just need a guiding light

Austin Randal 💙

Here I Go Again - Whitesnake Though I keep searching for an answer I never seem to find what I'm looking for

I Go To Extremes - Billy Joel Sometimes I lie awake, night after night Coming apart at the seams Eager to please, ready to fight

Sin - Nine Inch Nails It comes down to this, your kiss, your fist, and your strain It gets under my skin, within, take in the extent of my sin

Painkiller - Judas Priest Mankind's on its knees A savior comes from out the skies In answer to their pleas

Wasted Time - Skid Row Paranoid delusions, they haunt you Where's my friend I used to know? He's all alone, he's buried deep within A carcass searching for a soul Can you feel me inside your heart as it's bleeding? Why can't you believe you can be loved?

Even though it's old, gonna send it out. Apologies for doubles and no pressure as always! @wrathfulrook, @trench-rot, @ladyoriza, @cassietrn, @redreart, @hotmessteaparty, @v0idbuggy, @insanityofvaas, @malefiquinn, @strangefable, @chazz-anova, @aristomal, @ocdemon-747, @omen-speaker and anybody else who wants to play. Tag me! 😘

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#oc: harley jane #oc: evangeline rose #oc: deputy austin randal #tagged 🖤#character aesthetics #wip playlist #far cry 5 oc #far cry 5 wip

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martinys-world · 11 months

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the girl (7)

chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)

I made a post before this on. talking about the discord server that i have made. Since no one seen it or cared enough. I going to talk about it here. I was thinking my character was over powered in this chapter. so I made a post and was saying how I posted chapter 7 there and wanted some feedback. I posted on July 15th. a good 5 days before this one. So I left the chapter the way it is.

So if you want to join the discord comment: the robot you like. I will send you the link for the story

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I went back to my bag and began to dig. After I found my Nokia 1011 phone, a car door open sound filled the car.

“Good hold this.”

I handed him my phone and continued digging. When I felt the plastic case. I yank it out. so, I can grab the leopard glass and a security bandage with the four diamonds likes symbol. The same diamond as my pencil case. I was beginning to put on the glasses

“Sliver what you are doing.”

“don’t worry about it.”

“Why you are complaining, she looks good.”

“I will tell you this since it won’t go against Kris promise. when you see the things, I seen. You learn how to make your paths easier. I can't tell you anymore than that.”

I saw a yellow beam when, we were beginning to drive. it must have been that energy surge. Arcee was talking about. Grabbing my phone from Noah.

“Noah please hold this,” I traded Noah the phone for the badge after I toss my bag in the back.

“I must make a phone call. Mirage, please take control so I can concentrate.”

I quickly dial a number that I know by heart. The ringers didn’t even go to the second ring when he picked up.

“YOU BETTER EXPLAIN WHATS GOING ON!!!”

I pulled the phone away from my ear when he began to screaming. mirage was laughing for some reason and begin to say drama and sing song like voice.

“k plea- “

“NO EXCUSES. WE ARE RECIVCEING A MASSIVE ENERGY NEAR YOUR LOCATION. I KNOW FOR FACT THAT YOU HAVE A HAND IN THIS. SO, YOU BETTER START TALKING.”

I heard another one of mirages smart ass remarks. It was the ‘uh oh someone is in trouble.’

“K I don’t know what’s going myself.” I lied.

“I know your lying.”

“Dam it!” I said in frustration. “I will explain the best I can later. We got at least 15 minutes until I arrive and cause mayhem.”

“Not until I get at least something.” k can be very stubborn when it comes to someone he cares about. There only one sentence I know that can make just go along with whatever I say.

“I am trying to help a family get home.”

“Wait like human home or us home.”

“Us. this is there only way right now.”

“Wait until I get there.”

“There is no time. I need you on that computer that’s 2 ft to your left.” I heard him growl, but he I hear a chair roll.

“Fine. I want a story when its safe.”

“I promise. I need you. get to Ac and Sc files and find anyone that would still be there.”

Are ten minutes from arriving the campus

“You mean the ones still on campus?”

“You got it. get T. and V. to help. I need you to make them leave.”

“All right got all 900 people. Starting to send messages. Hey t and v get to your computers and start typing. Boss says so.”

I heard some shuffling in the back.

“Good, have them say there loved one is in hospital or Their place is on fire. if you need to get someone to pull the fire alarm. Get someone to pull the fire alarm. Anything to get them to leave. Hell, if need used the symbol on anyone who there I don’t care just get them gone.”

“Okay. the messages are starting to send, is there anything else?”

“Is Jason v. Armstrong. working at all tonight?”

“You are right, he should be at the security booth.”

“Call him and get him to let-

I looked at the badge Noah was holding

“Sarah J. Kelly though.”

I leaned back in the driver seat. acting like I was driving once again.

“Okay I will call him after. it won’t be any problem.”

We were down to 5 minutes

“Do you want me to see Cam to hack the security cameras.”

“Good call. Give it an hour before they come back up.”

I hear more shuffling in the back.

“T. said that he can't get a hold of Elena Wallace. She will be in the college. The same place that energy spike is at.”

“Alright If I see, I will do what I can. Keep trying to reach her.”

“k I hear talking in the background. speak to me.”

“Got it I will call after.”

“You better women or so help me, I will drag you back by the skin of my teeth if I must. You will have stuck her until we are old grey.”

“I know you will. Friends forever.”

“We never surrender.”

I hang up and tosses the phone next to my bag.

“You, young lady is amazing.” Said mirage.

“Sliver what was that?”

“My way in making sure no one gets hurt friends.”

No other questions were asked. We began to pull up to the security booth and as soon as I showed him the badge. He didn’t look twice. He opened the gate and began to pack up around his desk. we just roll in like we own the place. Once he stopped in a random parking spot. I jump out began walking to the doors.

“Sliver wait.” He was a good few steps behind me. I pushed the door open and began going up.”

“Sliver, wait I want to talk.” Noah grabs my hand. pulling me to a stop. “Please at least explain how you did all that.”

“I can't tell you that. if I do, you will be drag into something that is far too dangerous even for me. I promised your brother I will keep you safe and keeping my mouth shut is a must, then so be it.”

“Then why help them.”

“I will tell you what, I told Optimus. I know what it’s like trying to get home.”

I began to run up the stair. Just trying to outrun him so he doesn’t go farther down the rabbit hole Like Alice did with the white rabbit. I am trying to my promise. I will not drag you into the life I have. once I saw the door. I busted it open without a second thought.

When I was in the same daydream land again.

I was in a middle of a forest. the same forest that Apeling was in. the same surface of grass and tree like statues around me.

“how did I get here?”

Really how did I go from opening a door inside a building on earth to a planet I only saw once. I heard movement to my right. when looking at the sound there was a dull orange blob coming at me. the closer it came the more it began to take shape. It was a Cheetah, but not the ones on earth. This one was larger than the ones on earth. They had more of an orange coat, then its classic yellow. Also, Its eyes where a very bright green. Aren’t cheetahs supposed to have yellow eyes?

what really caught my attention was where he was heading. Right for me. I went into fetal position. I don’t know why I did that, but I did. I was never flattening like a pancake. I felt a chill in my spine. The feeling I had with Apeling. I became a full human when I saw the cat was becoming a wobbly blob again.

I felt a breeze pass me; a grey rhino was following the cat.its seems like no one is noticing me.i might not be able to get hurt in this dream like land. Wait, am I a ghost. My thoughts where interrupt when the sound of rustling trees filled my ears. I look up and saw Apeling, but it wasn’t really Apeling. The ape looked a lot smaller and more childish. Then a bird was following closely behind the primate. The birdie looked like a raven but completely metal and with a beautiful tint of blue.

A “I can do this.” Sound was coming from where the other animals where coming form

Was coming behind me. a very dark navy-blue blob was coming closer and closer. She had an outline of a wolf. The navy coat had a dot of yellow dots, mad her fur look like a night sky, with little stars at night. there was a fire is in her eyes. Nothing was going to stop her. the more she said the line the faster she was becoming. the walking night sky was passing each animal one by one. the more living beings she passed the more confident she gotten. Before anyone knows it, she was in second place. The dog and cat were neck to neck. Both determine to not let the other pass.

“Come on Midnight. You can't pass me. so, stop while you can.

“I not giving up that easily.” The finished line was feet in front their face was nearby.

While the cheetah kept trying to decrease the dog confidence. Mr. Kitty Cat didn’t notice the little pebble in the path. didn’t notice a little pebble. With him focusing on the wolf. His paw stumble on It. the stumble gave the wolf a better chance to jump ahead. Giving midnight the win. She was holding the stick in her mouth. Once she dropped it.

“Who the fastest now?”

“I let you win.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” While the canine was rubbing the win in the cheetah face. The others came through. Rhino was 3rd. bird was 4th and the ape was 5th.

“See sis, I told you can do it.” said the rhino.

“You were right Rhinox. I had to just believe in myself.”

“I let her win.” Said the cheetah.

“Keep telling yourself that.” said the bird.

“As much as this was fun, me and Star have to go.” said the ape.

While both party wave goodbye to each other. I stayed with the other 3.

“I did let her win; I just didn’t want to see her cry.”

“I appreciate your concern for my sister, but everyone say you stumble.”

“I didn’t stumble.” said the frustrated cheetah. When no one was going to believe his lies. he spit out ‘I going to hang with rattrap.’ Then began to run again.

When the last two left saw the orange furball was far enough. The bird saw her opportunity.

“Rhinox, can I ask you are personal question?”

“Go ahead Air-razor.”

“How do you feel about their feelings for your sister?”

“it’s complicated. As a big brother, they both don’t deserve her. she can do so much better than those two. But as their friend I have seen them grow over the years. They aren’t full mature, but they are better then Tigerhawk and Inferno. I learned I can't choose who she likes but if she is happy. That all that matters.”

After he finished his sentence. Everything was twisted. It twisted into a new scene. I was back with Midnight and the little ape.”

“So, what do you think Apeling wants to tell us.” midnight asked

“Something about a key.”

“Why would we need to know?”

“I don’t know. we might want to know everything we can right now before we become leaders.”

“You mean you will be.”

“We both have the chance.”

“No, you are Optimus Primal. You are the best person to lead. You lead all the group actives.”

“you are right about that, but you are the one that has all the ideas. I do apprentice the confidence boost, but don’t put yourself down.”

“I’m ju- “

Before they could continue their conversation. They walk into a cave. Where the real Apeling was standing. He was staring over the land. Kind of like Simba and Mufasa in lion king. When Mufasa says ‘everything that touches the light is your’ scene.

“Hello young ones.”

“Hello.” The little ones say.

“Today lesson is going to be special one.”

“Is it about the key?” ask Optimus.

“You are right. the key also comes with a legend. That precedes the dawn of our civilization. there is a vile god so large and so powerful, he has to consumed entire planets for fuel. That god is name Unicron.”

“isn’t that myth. We don’t need to worry about this god.” Said the Primal.

“It Could be a myth, but we aren’t for sure. It could be real for all we know.” said the wolf.

“Star is right. if he is real, he will be after this.” Apeling gotten up and walked inside the cave. Around a pedestal with a floating diamond thing. “If Unicron gets his hands on transwarp key. there is no way to stop him. “

“What is a trans-swap key?”

“Transwarp key. have been among our kind for generations. it allows us to go from universe to another.”

“So, if Unicron gets a hold of the key. he could open a portal. To eat other worlds?” Ask Optimus.

“Yes. There will be nothing in his way.”

“But isn’t there a way.”

“What do you mean.”

“In the records before the great war. They were saying something about a sister.”

“You mean brother and yes. Him and his twin brother (Primus) would fight for centuries. Unicron himself wanted to consume the universe. Getting rid of the good. So, there is nothing left but a void of torment. Primus had other ideas; he saw that there was good in freedom. He fought his brother time and time again. trying to keep the balance to the two sides. The legend says that Primus defeated Unicron each time. he was toss in a void to never be seen again. Said Apeling.

“Shouldn’t Primus have this instead of us.”

“That is a mystery that could not be solve.”

“Why is that?” Primal finally spoke up.

“We lost contact with Cybertron eons ago. with time information gets lost. Data pads get lost or destroy. without proof, all we know is that Primus and Unicron are myth.”

“That’s why they are myths? Ask Midnight .

“Yes. That is why if there even is a chance that Unicron is real. We need to guard the key from him and whoever is under his command.” Said Apeling.

“We promise to protect the key with our lives.” Said Both or the younger Maximal.

That when the vision started to change back to the museum room. rubbing my eyes trying to get eye site back. I was facing the window that lead outside for some reason. I heard chatter in the back. a girl voice said something about stealing museum property. I couldn’t fully make out the conversation. Once my vision was clear and I can see everthign like before. I saw three bots. The other 2 where unknown but when my eyes landed on the centered being. was Scrouge. Same one form Apeling vision. Nothing about seeing him said safe. I saw his hand turn into a canon, that’s when I knew we were in trouble. Seeing that it was powering up and aiming at us I turn.

“Elena and Noah get down.”

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considerad · 2 months

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alright jesus christ, I'm making another "if shit goes down" post:

If something kicks off in *ran, which I cannot stress enough IS CURRENTLY AT PEACE (the rest of my family is taking their afternoon siesta as I write this and I've got my shower stuff set out for later; things are quiet af except for the birds and the occasional bad driver revving an engine), they will cut off the internet inside *ran before they do anything else. They want to control the narrative and make sure we don't get out our pleas for help/information on what'll be happening here.

I've already seen a post on here where people are cheering for "*ran" because they helped H*zbollah hit an *sraeli target... guys, that's not *ran. That's the I R G C, an extremist terrorist organisation that controls *ran's resources (incidentally, just like H*zbollah controls L*banon!). The *ranian people are being held hostage as a nation by the *RGC. We aren't them and they most certainly are not *ranians. Don't get it twisted. The *RGC is trying to kick off a direct war after a long while of fighting their proxy wars through Palestine and S*ria... and I don't know why the fuck it's happening now.

I'm in the middle of a programming course and I'm scrambling to do my homework for the next two weeks before the internet goes. I'm going to pack survival backpacks for my family tonight; water, money, id, antiseptic cream... and you know what's driving me up the fucking wall about all this? It's that all this is happening after vacuuming the whole fucking house for *ranian New Years, tidying all the fronds on the rugs with a comb until they all ran parallel, scrubbing hard water stains off the taps and the house plant leaves until they gleamed, making up a whole new blossom-print duvet-pillowcase set for the beds, buying pretty Soviet-print antique enamelware and ceramic water jugs for extra-cool water this summer...

I don't want to flee my own fucking house, so painstakingly cleaned and pretty and so recently full of guests for the New Year, to go where? Turkey? Armenia? And what the fuck for? Because the donkey testicles who've taken charge here don't care if we live or die?

Post from: Sat 13 April 2024

Note: I censor *ran and other nouns that are in the news rn because I'm at risk of being found here through keyword searches, account tracing, etc. They might still find me this way, but I don't want to make it that easy. If you see anyone openly heehawing about the *RGC or H*zbollah in my replies/reblogs, they've found this post despite my efforts.

If you interact with the post, however, PLEASE use the uncensored nouns in your tags/replies.

#yes free palestine #don't forget *ranians either please #we're still fighting the same fight against our oppressors that you heard about and supported us for in 2022 #and the European govts just told their citizens to leave *ran ASAP and at all costs #which we can extrapolate without being overdramatic to mean that there's a war coming.#thought #........fuck I'm not even sure why tf I'm posting this. I'm so fucking angry. This shit all the time...#free *ran #please talk about us too we're powerless and about to be embroiled in a war that has nothing to do with us #who the fuck even knows why

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mikibwrites · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday!

Hi all! Since I've made a promise to myself to eventually finish and post this, I'm going to also promise myself to share my progress every Wednesday :) For your enjoyment, a bit from TrueBlood Tarlos (which doesn't have a title LOL are we surprised)

TK let him approach, but didn’t acknowledge him at all. Carlos waited in silence, in case TK wanted to berate him for his insensitive comment, but no yelling was forthcoming, it seemed.

Carlos took a breath. “TK, listen —“

“Is that what I am to you? A fetish? You wanna put a fanger notch in your bedpost so you can brag to your friends?” His voice was quiet, controlled, dangerously soft; still, Carlos could detect the thread of hurt that weaved itself underneath TK's smooth tenor.

“What? No!” Carlos was stunned. That wasn’t what this was at all, not by a mile.

“I’m not a theme park attraction,” he said viciously, still not looking at Carlos.

“I never said you were! Look, I’m sorry. I made a joke in poor taste, and I’m very sorry. I won’t say anything like that again, I promise.” He moved in front of the other man, but didn’t reach out to touch him at all. “TK, please look at me?”

It took several moments, but Carlos waited him out. Eventually, green eyes, still beautiful even with how hard and closed off they were, moved to lock with his own.

“I’m sorry,” he said emphatically. “I meant it as a tease, but it was obviously not okay. I will never, ever say anything like it again. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I want to…to know you. I want to make you smile. I want to spend more time with you, if you’ll let me. So please, can you forgive me?” He made himself stop talking, and put the ball in the other man’s court. If TK chose to walk away now, there was nothing he could do. Carlos had somehow offended him deeply and he hoped they could come back from it, but he wouldn’t force the issue.

TK just stared at him, same hard eyes and stiff stance. It felt like he was being forcibly hollowed out from the inside, all his faults and failures assessed and judged, but he held his ground.

After an indeterminate amount of time, TK seemed to come to some kind of decision in his own mind because his eyes changed to liquid again before he moved so swiftly he was nothing but a blur to Carlos. Suddenly, he found himself pressed to the wall, their positions reversed, and cold fingers pressed lightly to his throat, keeping him in place. Not squeezing or pressing, just there. A chilly thumb brushed over the pulse point just underneath his jaw.

“Are you sure you want this? To put your guard down with someone like me?” The question didn’t sound like it probably was meant — a threat or intimidation. It sounded like a desperate plea to be understood. Carlos wanted to crack open that case and figure it out, probably despite his better judgement, so he nodded. “Yes,” he breathed.

No-pressure tagging (sorry if you've already done it and I haven't seen yet!) @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @largepeachicedtea @rosedavid @detective-giggles @alrightbuckaroo @rmd-writes @basilsunrise @welcometololaland and anyone else who wants to do it!

#tarlos fic #911ls fic #tarlos #911 lone star #wip wednesday #my fics #trueblood tarlos

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marblemoovt · 2 years

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Nightmares - Mondo Owada/Reader

Masterlist

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: None, just good ol’ fluff and angst (happy ending)

Summary:

Let's face it, surviving a psychopathic teddy bear will give anyone nightmares. Luckily Mondo and you have each other when the nightmares are extra rough.

--------- "Get the fuck away from me you goddamn bear!"

Note:

I am currently posting a few of my old works from Wattpad onto ao3, and now tumblr! Keep in mind that most of these are probably a couple of years old. And while they might make me cringe, as old writing tends to do, I don't think I'll ever rewrite any of them due to sheer laziness. I hope you enjoy reading these tho!

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"Get the fuck away from me you goddamn bear!"

You groggily wake up from your slumber, eyes cracking open with great difficulty. In the darkness, you can make out the faint silhouettes of the furniture in your bedroom, but what caught your attention was Mondo's turning figure. Concerned, you sit up and observe that he's mumbling in his sleep again, shouting nonsense at random times. You bring a hand up to his forehead and notice that it's covered in sweat. Coming to the conclusion that he must be having a nightmare, you attempt to wake him. You shake his shoulder but receive no response.

"Mondo, dear. Wake up. You're having a nightmare again," you say in a hushed tone, repeating the line a little louder when he continues mumbling. Despite your efforts, Mondo remains asleep. Looking at the clock, the LED digits display 3:00 AM in bright green.

"N-no! Y/n! You fuckin' bastard. Don't touch them!" Mondo shouts again, this time a trickle of tears flow from his eyes. A twinge of pain stabs through your heart and you start to grow restless. You grab his hand and squeeze it three times, a little thing the two of you created to signal 'I love you'. This made it convenient for moments where one of you is unable to properly express their feelings or just times where a small reassurance is needed.

"I'm right here, Mondo. Nothing's happened to me. I'm safe." You try to get through to him. "So please wake up. You're having a nightmare, none of it's real." Your throat feels heavy and your chest is being smothered by a cold ache. You were desperately trying not to cry in case Mondo could hear you, not wanting to add further distress to his current state.

Then, as if Mondo finally heard your pleas, your hand was squeezed three times. He bolts upright and scans the room frantically, sighing in relief when his purple irises land on you. "Thank god you're ok. I thought... I thought you died," he whispers shakily. He takes a moment to catch his breath before continuing, "I thought that stupid fuckin' bear dragged you away to be executed and I couldn't do jack shit to stop it."

You rub your thumb across the back of his hand and brush away the tangled locks that clung to his forehead. "It was only a nightmare. Monokuma can't hurt us anymore. We didn't succumb to despair and we managed to escape with everyone else."

Mondo, still visibly shaken from his nightmare, pulls you into an embrace. "Well shit," -he buries his face into the crook of your neck- "it sure as hell felt real. I wanted to tear that stupid bear in half when I saw him hurt you."

You run your fingers through his dishevelled hair, cooing words of comfort into his ear. His body relaxes and becomes slack against yours. "Let's head back to bed, we can cuddle and I'll hold you until you fall asleep again."

"Like hell, you will. How can I call myself a man if ya gotta hold me at night," he replies, quickly shutting down your offer. His words cause you to frown and you feel a little hurt.

"Mondo, you don't have to be the one holding me just because it makes you a man." You squeeze his hand another three times and smile weakly. "You know, it takes a real man to be able to admit when things are tough and to ask for help when needed. You're always doing your best to be strong for me, so why can't I be strong for you?" you ask. "Why won't you let me comfort you? Must I spend the rest of my life feeling like I'm weak and need to be protected?" You finally voiced your concerns, divulging the issues that have been bugging you since you started dating Mondo.

He twiddles his thumbs and a blush slowly creeps onto his cheeks. "I don't want you to look down on me," he mumbles meekly. "I'm afraid that if I show a moment of weakness that-"

"That what?" you interrupt. "That I'll think less of you? That I won't love you anymore for being weak?" Mondo's silence is an affirmation of your assumptions. You shake your head in disbelief and put your hands on his shoulders. "So you think I would do all of that just because you acted as any other human being would? Look, I know you grew up thinking that you had to be strong" -you force him to meet your gaze- "and you were receiving pressure from the gang because your brother was the leader, but you have to realize sooner or later that strength isn't everything."

"Y'think I don't fuckin' know that? Hell, Y/n. You don't know how it feels livin' in someone else's shadow." He runs a hand through his hair, his face contorting in a mix of emotions. You bring a hand up to his face and he leans into your touch, closing his eyes. "My big bro is the strongest person I know. I got a lot to live up to, and I thought that after I promised him to look after the gang I could finally show just how strong I am. That plush piece of shit was the first time I felt so weak," he spits out bitterly.

You push Mondo down onto his back and roll off him onto your side of the bed. Covering yourselves with the blanket, you spoon him from behind. "Just this once, let me be strong for you. Let me show you how relieving it feels to share your burden with someone else."

"....." He doesn't say a word but grabs your hand and squeezes it three times. You smile and snuggle into him, squeezing his hand back. Admittedly, it felt awkward at first for you to wrap your arms around Mondo's muscular body. At one point you even felt like a little gorilla clinging onto its mother, which nearly made you wheeze.

"Feeling better?" you ask, resting your chin on his shoulder. He nods, lost in thought. He sighs and turns over to face you, a sorrowful expression greets you. You kiss him sweetly, burrowing yourself into his chest. "What's got you thinking?"

"Just thinkin' about that school and how much I miss Daiya and Chihiro."

"Why do you miss them? You can always see them again in the morning." You awkwardly smile, caught off guard by his strange behaviour.

"What're you sayin'? I can't see them. I killed them," he states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. A chill runs down your spine.

"But that doesn't make sense. We escaped the school with everyone and Daiya is happily living in retirement," you contradict, sure of yourself that this time you made sure that everyone made it out alive.

"I held their corpses in my arms for fuck's sake. Didn't I tell ya that I made that promise with Daiya as he was dyin'? He died cause I was weak and he had ta protect me."

"No, that's wrong!"

"And I killed Chihiro because I couldn't be strong like him, I let my jealousy become my weakness and I caved his skull in."

You begin to panic. This wasn't supposed to happen, things were supposed to go differently this time. Suddenly, the alarm clock starts to ring, playing a familiar tune.

*Ding dong, bing bong*

"Good morning, everyone! It is now 7 a.m. and nighttime is officially over! Time to rise and shine! Get ready to greet another beee-yutiful day!"

You jolt awake, dread flowing through your veins. You were no longer in your bedroom and Mondo was no longer beside you. The familiar, bland-looking room fills your vision and the camera in the corner whirrs as it observes you. It had felt so real. You could almost feel his hand squeeze yours again. You remember now though, remember how you failed to stop him this time. Covering your body was Mondo's overcoat, a memento Makoto let you have. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as your lips begin to tremble. Burying your face into the overcoat, you can still smell his scent.

The nostalgia overwhelms you and the tears finally spill down your face. In the midst of your sorrow, a familiar bear pops out from nowhere. You clench your teeth and glare at him. "You sick-minded bastard." If looks could kill, Monokuma would be bearing a large hole through his head. "What do you want?"

"Puhuhu, I just thought that you would appreciate this gift I got for you!" The split smile on his face made his words appear both innocent and menacing. He takes out a box wrapped neatly with black and white wrapping paper. Noticing your hesitation, he shoves the present into your arms. "Go on, open it. Why don't you see what your wonderful headmaster got for you?"

You tear the paper and open the box. "No!" You gingerly take out the container and spiral into utter despair.

"I know when people decide to be cremated, their ashes are often kept by their loved ones. I know it's not exactly the same, but if it makes you feel better, he was absolutely scrumptious! XD" In the box was all that's left of Mondo, an empty tub of butter. You clench your fists so hard that your nails cut into your skin, the blood trickling down your hand. "I love it! That look of despair on your face suits you! It almost makes me want to see how much more I can twist that delightful expression of yours!"

You tremble with grief, but it quickly becomes fury. "I'm sick of playing your games." You lunge at the oblivious bear, pinning him to the ground. "Go to hell!" You bash his head with the container, only succeeding in tearing the fabric.

Spikes appear from the ground and impale you from various angles. You violently sputter out blood, the metallic tang filling your senses. However, you still manage to glare defiantly at him. "What a shame. You could have been such an interesting toy, but rules are rules, and you broke them. Don't worry, I'll figure out a way to use your death to throw all the others into disarray! Puhuhuhu! I'm getting excited just thinking about it!"

You can't make out anything after that as you fall unconscious from severe blood loss. Maybe you'll get the next one right.

In the dark abyss, you can faintly feel your hand being squeezed. The sensation is fleeting, almost like a phantom's touch. You try to move but remain rigid, only managing to twitch your fingers slightly.

"Babe! Babe, wake up!" You can feel it again. Someone is squeezing your hand, specifically squeezing it three times. Slowly regaining control over your body, you grasp their hand, opening your eyes. Purple eyes reflect the soft glow of the lamp next to the bed. "You were havin' one of your sleep paralysis nightmares. That shit looks terrifyin'. I don't know how you put up with it."

"Mondo?" You look around, unsure whether you were still dreaming. Your shoulders shake as your chest is wracked with sobs. "I thought that I messed everything up and that you died and got turned into butter." Mondo shushes you and draws you into his arms, patting your back to comfort you.

"Butter? I swear you have the strangest dreams. You know me. I'd pummel the poor sap who tries to churn me into butter," he reassures you, kissing your forehead lovingly. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses each finger, starting from the fingertips to the palm of your hand. "I did as you said. I squeezed your hand three times until ya woke up."

You smiled and wiped away your tears. Having gone through so many runs, you've forgotten which one it was that you created the gesture with Mondo. "I love you, Mondo." You squeeze his hand. He gives you one of his rare smiles, an expression so soft that it easily cuts through your worries.

"I love you too, my Diamond," he replies, completely shielding you in his arms. "C'mon, you need some more sleep. Wouldn't want those pretty eyes of yours to look like a raccoon's." You chuckle and lower your guard, allowing your shoulders to sag and your body to sink into the bed. Surrounded by the faint scent of motor oil and Mondo's muscular arms, you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

There was no need for a next time. You already did get everything right. All that's left now is to enjoy this timeline with Mondo and the rest of your friends.

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End Note:

In case you didn't catch it, it is implied that the reader has lived through multiple timelines and is aware of it. The nightmares are of the timelines where the reader has 'failed'.

Reblogs are appreciated!

#danganronpa #mondo x reader #mondo owada x reader #mondo owada #danganronpa x reader #fluff and angst #angst with a happy ending #spoilers for the first game #hurt/comfort #established relationship #Monokuma is a dick #But when is he not?#Only in Monokuma x reader stories #But even then he's usually a dick #gender neutral reader

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0809wrld · 2 years

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21:30

☆ 18+ no minors

☆ sub wooyoung x dom female reader, wooyoung called puppy, reader called Miss and Ma’am, inspired by wooyoung liking hongjoong treating him badly :p, foot job/cockstepping, some degradation

Haven’t been able to stop thinking about how Wooyoung likes when Hongjoong treats him meanly!!! Specifically how Hongjoong sternly asked him to get his meal ready.

So I’m just thinking about cute puppy maid Wooyoung in the maid outfit with a puppy ear headband 🥺 being ordered around by you and basically begging to be told what to do.

You’re watching TV, seemingly unbothered by Wooyoung tidying the already clean living room up, but you can’t stop ogling at him. The dress looks really pretty on him, exposing so much of his tan skin. The puppy ears match his hair perfectly, they make his already fluffy hair look even fluffier. It gives you the urge to call him over so you can run your fingers through it and pet him like an actual puppy. But Wooyoung doesn’t want that right now, the soft act would bring him out of his current headspace.

You mostly let him roam around the apartment, doing small things to keep himself busy. You call him every now and then to bring you a drink or a snack, or to give you a massage, small things.

“Puppy,” you always call him with a neutral tone, Wooyoung loves it because he can never guess what you’re going to say. He walks into the living area then kneels in front of you, hands neatly placed on his thighs.

“Yes, Miss?” His eyes are glazed over when he looks up at you. You give into the urge from earlier, your hand reaches out to ruffle his hair, and you give him some quick scritches. But you make sure to scratch just a tad harder than usual, the tinge of pain makes his eyes flutter shut. When you’re done, you grab a bit of his hair to tug his head up and get his eyes back on you.

“Make me feel good.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Wooyoung eating you out, fingering you, sucking on your clit, letting you ride his face, etc etc

And every time your grip in his hair gets tighter his hips buck and he moans, making you want to tighten your grip more just to feel the vibrations down there. And that’s what you do when you feel close to cumming.

When you do, Wooyoung cleans you up like it’ll be his last meal. You eventually have to pull him off from how sensitive you feel.

And just because Wooyoung likes you to be mean, you don’t like to be so mean that you don’t let him cum too. But you do like to make him cum in ways anyone else would find not ideal.

“You wanna cum too, puppy?”

“Please, Miss? Did I make you feel good?”

“So good, puppy. I think you deserve a treat.”

He nods frantically, tongue poking out. You think it’s amazing how his mannerisms actually become similar to a puppy’s.

“Lean back.”

When he’s leaning back, palms planted for support, you kick the hem of his dress up.

You can decide if he’s wearing panties or not <3 but you give his dick an experimental kick. When he moans and chases your foot for the pressure, that’s when you continue.

“How pathetic Wooyoung, you’ll take anything if it means you’ll cum,” he shuts his eyes and nods in agreement with you, “at least you know how pathetic you are, puppy.”

Wooyoung is panting and bucking his hips while your foot glides over him. At some point, you stopped moving it, Wooyoung now doing all the work and chasing his own pleasure while using your foot. You know he’s close, his panting’s stopped and all you hear from him are whines and pleas.

You tell him to stop, of course met with confusion and sadness all over his face. But you go back to grinding your foot into his cock, telling him to stay still. And he cums like that, body twitching from his release and the struggle of staying still.

a/n (august 18, 2022): this was my comeback post lol i wasnt feeling very motivated to write anything for months especially because of my job but i think im back babyyyy

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader #jj:wooyoung #100

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whumpshaped · 2 years

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and just one more bc its my dear friend's favourite... tomorrow i'll post anon's two drabbles :)

tw consensual kinky stuff, nonhuman whumper, mind control, breath play, dehumanisation

“You don’t do anything without my permission, bloodbag. You especially don’t go around offering others my blood.” Am’s grip around their neck tightened just a bit, just as a warning. El’s heart skipped a beat at the words. Their body wasn’t their own. Their blood wasn’t their own. It all belonged to him.

“I’m s-sorry-”

Am lifted them off the floor, and they immediately grabbed onto his wrist to try and keep themself from choking. “I wasn’t done yet. Or do you think what you have to say is more important?”

El would’ve shaken their head if they could. No, of course it wasn’t, nothing was more important than what their master had to say. “N-No,” they choked out, and Am dropped them altogether, letting them crumple to the floor like a ragdoll. They gasped for air, clutching their throat like they were afraid it had been torn out, but they quickly composed themself and got on their knees properly. They couldn’t stop a small whimper from escaping their throat as they looked up at Ambrose, a tiny sound of both fear and adoration. He was so incredibly intimidating when he wanted to be.

“Look at you, all star-struck,” he scoffed, causing El’s face to heat up. “You’re so fucking pathetic. I could be slapping you around and you’d thank me. Though, as a human, and such a weak one at that… I assume it’s hard to forget your place.”

Every single word set a flurry of butterflies loose in their stomach, and they couldn’t hold back another little whimper. They covered their mouth right after, too ashamed to look up at Am anymore. He just knew how to make them squirm without even touching them.

They gasped in surprise when Am placed a boot on their chest, shoving them against the wall roughly enough to make it hurt. “And yet, sometimes you still do. Sometimes you forget who you belong to. To whom does your blood belong to?”

“Y-You, Master. It belongs to you.”

“Are you supposed to offer my property to anyone else? Without even asking for permission?”

“No, n-no, I’m sorry-”

“You exist to serve me. You don’t even breathe without my permission.”

And they didn’t. The next moment, their breath was suddenly stolen, their lungs frozen in the state they were when Am’s persuasion hit them. It wasn’t more than a few seconds, and yet when they were released, they felt like they’d been on the verge of suffocation. They drew a deep breath, shaking from the experience. How could they have ever forgotten their place?

“Do you understand me?” Am asked, his voice sending a shiver down El’s spine.

“Yes, Master.” Please do it again. “Please forgive me.” Not yet, please, not just yet.

Ambrose’s blood red eyes surveyed them for a few moments before he smirked, no doubt picking up on their silent pleas. “No, I don’t think you understand just yet.” He stepped away from them, putting them under once more as he walked back to the bed. “I think you need a prominent reminder, one that will stick with you. Come over here, bloodbag.”

El crawled towards the bed, stopping to kneel at Am’s feet. They were never allowed on the furniture - pets didn’t deserve such luxuries. They laid their head in his lap when instructed, their breathing even and relaxed.

“Stop.”

Their breath caught in their throat, their body screaming for the flow to continue. They couldn’t go against the command, though. They didn’t have permission to breathe, and so they didn’t.

“Breathe in,” he ordered softly, grinning when El did as they were told. “That’s it, now breathe out.”

It was so simple, such a simple yet vital act of control. They needed air to survive, they needed it more than anything, and Ambrose could take it away with a single word whenever he wanted.

“In.” Their chest expanded pleasantly, the oxygen they’d always taken for granted now feeling like a reward. “Hold it. That’s it, hold it for me.” They couldn’t breathe on their own. They couldn’t go at their own pace. They were completely helpless. “And out. Good pet.”

#spk #citrus scale #ambrose #pumpkin baby

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high-dragon-bait · 2 years

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Alright, I'm gonna get heavy for a second

I made a post about how I can sometimes struggle with seeing Fenris portrayed as significantly shorter and/or physically smaller than Hawke because while I do think the height difference is cute, it can sometimes come across as infantilizing towards Fenris and infantilization of him makes me deeply uncomfortable.

And almost immediately I was hit with an accusatory tone question of why feminization of male characters (not infantilization) makes me uncomfortable

I have deleted that post before I made this one because I do not want anyone going to find it, seeing that comment, and harassing the person who made it. That person had no way of knowing the context I'm going to provide below, and I am certain it came from their own pain and they do not deserve to be harassed over something as small as a single comment

But, it did set me off a bit which is why I'm now making this post. I cleared this up on the other post, but since I'm making another, longer one, I'm going to restate it here

Fenris is canonically a sexual assault victim, and so am I

Portraying Fenris as submissive, inexperienced, afraid, nervous, and yes, physically small, in romantic or sexual contexts reminds me of how I felt during my assault. Scared, helpless, unable to run or say no, and small.

But portraying Fenris as confident, enthusiastic, enjoying himself, and yes, strong, gives me hope. It makes me feel like I could have that too. That I could be in a sexual situation, enjoy myself, and feel safe, if I ever choose to (I'm also ace so that adds a whole other layer of nuance to this but we're not gonna talk about that today)

I want to make it clear: Fenris is fictional, what happened to me cannot happen to him because he is not real. I understand that. But y'know… fiction is safe. Fiction is a good place to work through stuff, a fictional character didn't suffer like I did and that almost makes it better because nothing can hurt me if I don't want it to.

Obviously, there is nuance. Fenris can be inexperienced, but confident. Nervous, but not afraid. Physically small, and not treated as a child. I am not blind to that. In fact, I like that, I like exploring that nuance myself. It's when that nuance is absent that bothers me.

Note: I am not going to discuss my opinions on how Fenris sexual trauma is handled in fandom nor in the games. Not right now. I have opinions, but it is straight up just too painful and I do not want to talk about it. Please don't ask me to

But with all of that said, it also isn't anyone else's problem. No one else is me. Why should they stop making the content they enjoy, because I, random internet person #114214125, don't like it?

I have extremely specific set offs for my trauma for this situation, an example of which being the "chin grab." When one character grabs another character's chin to direct them into a kiss. I cannot handle that, that was done to me when I attempted to pull away from the boy I was with and he grabbed my chin and forced me to kiss him. Still, that is not anyone else's problem

But, it can be upsetting if I were to make a post on my own blog and say "I don't like seeing chin grab kisses in fanart, it's a bit too dubious consent for me" and someone were to comment a weirdly accusatory question on, I don't know, why premarital kissing makes me uncomfortable, it catches me off guard. It pulls up all those issues I have and makes me consider them when I am totally unprepared. Which is not a fun way to spend my afternoon, it is not.

So all of that, is an in-heartened plea, to use your block button. Honest to god. That's it, that's all I'm asking.

You don't know why someone has the opinion they do. I don't either. That's why when I do see people who heavily post this kind of thing, I block them, because maybe they have the same experience as me and cope in a different way. Maybe they don't. It's not important, who are they hurting? They're enjoying something, in a way I don't, they have that right just as I have the right not to see it.

You have that same right, if I post something you don't agree with, that upsets you, about Fenris, or any other character, you can just block me. It's fine. It's not personal

And maybe that person is a bigot, in that case, blocking them is really all you can do. Reporting as well. But you won't win a fight with them in the comments, and assuming everyone is bigoted is going to cause both you and them more pain than is necessary in a fandom space especially.

I make this post because... what else am I supposed to do? Really? Ask people to "Tag infantilzation of Fenris" what does that mean? What does that look like? That ignores all the nuance. The definition is radically different for each person you ask.

"Just leave the fandom!" I did. For years. I just came back to active involvement. I don't want to leave the fandom, I might if it becomes too mentally taxing, but I don't want to. I love this fandom, I love these people, I love these characters, I want to exist in a space where I can love them alongside other people. "Just leave" shouldn't have to be a go to solution

So I stay, and I block people, and every now and then, I vent on my blog when stuff slips through the cracks. It makes me feel better.

"Don't ever post opinions" is an option too but it's not a super... fair one. This is my blog, for opinions! Maybe I'll tag things less, maybe I'll try and judge what might be more inflammatory than I first thought, but I shouldn't just have to "stop posting opinions" and I shouldn't have to just "not read the comments" when the whole point is to talk to people.

I am getting true help for this as well, I'm only posting this because I believe that talking more openly about what happened is cathartic, and it is. A small comment upset me, so I'm gonna talk about it a bit. I'm working with a therapist and perhaps one day, I won't have these set-offs anymore, that's what I hope, but I do for now.

I'd like to vent when I can, in this space I've made for me before anyone else. All I ask is that you think about the person behind the screen, the person you don't know, who's life you can't know, and if they say something you don't like, block and leave them be.

#Dragon Age #Fenris #Personal #I guess #okay to rb #i might delete this #but I wanted to say it so. for now i'm posting

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7nessasaryevils · 2 years

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BL Tag Game

Thank you @i-got-the-feels and @sereinartemishan for tagging me! As long as it takes me to get to these, I do love being tagged in asks and games like these!

I'm going to talk about all the characters in the shows, not just the couples, so be warned :D

All-Time Favorite BL Character and Why? Pat Jindapat- do i need to explain? the utter beauty of this boy realizing his own feelings and then being so good to go as far as to apologize to the girl he's confessed to because he recognizes he used her as a way to make himself feel better? chef's kiss! pat is one of the greenest flags in my BL list and i will go to my grave, singing his praises and crying over him

Tankhun Theerapanyakul - he whacked Vegas in the head with a tray and immediately became my utter fave. and then to learn that he's actually the smartest and speak perceptive truths..ugh my love! but watching him worry for pete and grow from someone who refused to leave his house and then willingly run out to search for porsche and porchay...i will snap the neck of anyone who tries to hurt him

Pran Sirichedewat - oh god....god god pran... love of my life pran. pran is me without the guitar ability and the Pat. watching him in ep 4 cry in silence and then force a smile onto his face like its ridiculous to be in love with someone who could never love him back...that hit me so hard and i recognized a kindred spirit

One Character You Want to Punt Into the Stratosphere Have two! Kim/ Kamol from Unforgotten Night...i'm not even sorry.

Best Music Moment BBS beach goodbye (Our Song) - true i'm using the OST but listening to this song invokes such feelings in me? i am always sad and happy because i remember the week after ep 11 and how i was numb and then after ep 12, to learn that it's been a ruse...i just...i fucking love it

Rooftop Kiss - i'm dead if i do not add this here...will not explain. do not need to

Porsche's breakdown ep 12 - this scene with its plot makes me cry but the music just brings such beauty to it. a gentleness that we wouldn't expect to see in a mafioso. but gentleness is kinn's way with porsche and this gentleness and trust is enough to break porsche and i just...fucking gorgeous

Honorary Mention to Not Me's kiss in Ep 8 (also on the rooftop!!! absolutely gorgeous!)

A Popular Het Text You'd Like To See As A BL OHSHC and KinnPorsche- @bestiesincrime got me on this brainrot and i both love them and hate them but yeah Kinn as Kyoya (oh god kinn with glasses help!), Porsche as Haruhi (i never did like tamaki and haruhi sorry and please porsche already hates damn rich people), Tankhun as Tamaki (tell me anyone else who could pull off Tamaki i dare you), Arm and Pol as the Twins (they're not twins but lord their chaos energy) Kim as Mori (silently glaring his way through life) and Pete as Honey (cute and cuddly....but will snap your neck too). please also acknowledge that the minor family is also the ladies from Lobelia Academy. sigh...

for all my desis...truly i can't think of any good bollywood movies id want to turn into a BL because most of the good b-wood movies i've watched aren't about couples. but i do think a BL version of Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara would be lovely!

BL Scene that Makes Me Laugh Tankhun tray-whapping Vegas in the head is the reason I breathe.

Also every sex scene from Unforgotten Night....you want me to take this seriously? when I had KP? HAH!

Biggest Disappointments Dear Doctor... Was such a disappointment because it had such a lovely plot (grim reaper and doctor fall in love) but the execution was utter shit. you have a doctor who seems to think that no one can die and is unbearably selfish towards someone he claims to love.

Not Me...post ep 10 and the crucifixion of Gram: i just...ugh...im sorry the show was lovely and beautiful and i loved the plot but after ep 10 i just...watching it felt like yanking my teeth out

2 Random Characters That Would Make Hilarious Exes Jang Jae-Young (semantic error) and Pat (BBS) oh please these two would meet in a bar and just cry and then drunkenly do karaoke and then go back to their loves of their lives because they would never break up with their babies

Who Would Be The Funniest People to Watch A BL with and Which One? @smasmashie @myooniverse @siredsong oh god i'd watch kinnporsche with you guys and it would be the fucking funniest thing :D

Best Wardrobe Moment? Character or Otherwise PETE'S ALL BLACK OUTFIT THAT I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT

Tankhun's entire wardrobe (which i could never pull off) especially that cape!

All of Kinn's suits and outfits....help its beautiful

Pran's sweaters! so soft and fluffy and ugh i want them!

Jimmy’s outfit in the first episode of Vice Versa; man walked in with half his tits out and suspenders and I fell in love

Tagging everyone involved with this also my wife @ablazenqueen @soulfalleninbuttland @topcatnikki @thebroccolination @arisprite @mygeekcorner @thecookiemonster77 @faillen

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