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[the-kr8tor]

Hiiii 🤭

Hopping here to request a Reader x Ekko where they're just two love birds and R sneaks into his "office" because she just missed him :( and then one thing leads to another and they're kinda carried away by each other.. that until duty calls up and R watches Ekko switching from loving future husband to the Leader of the Firelights

Love you!!!

Hihihi thank you sm bleaky for the idea!!! Another fic straight from our dms 🤭 I hope you like it, pookie ❤️

Pairing: Ekko x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, reader is a childhood friend turned lover, Firelight! Reader, lovestruck! Ekko, no s2 spoiler, cw suggestive, FLUFF!

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The hoverboard whirrs softly from under you, with the moonlight peeking through the leaves of the beloved tree, bathing you in its dappled silver glow. The breeze carries ashen smoke amidst the scent of sweet dew filled flowers.

You lean forward slightly, guiding the board gently towards the open window of the tree house where a certain someone is burning the midnight oil on his workbench. You perch yourself over the window, careful not to make any noise as you slither your way inside. Hopefully staying as a surprise for Ekko.

He felt you before he heard your grunt and the unmistakable sound of your head bumping on the windowsill. Smiling tiredly, he twists in his chair to look at you fondly while you cradle your poor head from the recent bump.

“You know I gave you a key for a reason.” You can practically hear his amusement from his tone.

“Where's the fun in that?” You chuckle, palm patting at the blooming headache. “I thought I'd surprise you.”

Ekko roams his eyes over you as your smirk grows wider with every second he ogles you. “I think you forgot the surprise.” He points at your empty hands, tilting his head to the side in case you've got something hidden behind you.

“Ekko, I'm the surprise.” You wink at him, arms raised to your sides in a ‘here I am’ gesture. He shakes his head with a smile, watching you as you saunter towards him. “You should be asleep.” Your hand finds its place on his cheek, he looks up at you, eyes soft under the warm light of the desk lamp. He leans against your touch, lamenting at the way you gently scratch at his nape. “You can do this once you get some rest. Your board will still be here tomorrow.”

He swears he can fall asleep with your tender touch and voice lulling him to slumber. “I can't,” he sighs, reluctantly pulling away from you to return his attention towards his board that glows softly with green light. “we have something planned early tomorrow.”

Your heart softens for him and his determination. “Am I part of that something something?” Sitting down on his desk, far enough to give him space to work but close enough for you to poke his leg with your foot.

“Not this time,” he glances at you, finding you huffing in place as he screws in the blades tightly. “You still got that shoulder thing.”

“This shoulder thing is alright now.” He raises a brow at you, head shaking lightly. You sigh, surrendering. “Fine, it's acting up again, but it's technically better.” Ekko hums in reply, elbow deep inside the hoverboard. “Kind of. Can I at least help? I don't like feeling useless.”

His hand cups your knee, thumbs tracing swirls on your skin. You can feel how warm his hand is from under his glove. “Just sit there and look pretty for me, okay?” Smirking, he pats you once before returning his hand back to his work as you pout and huff at him. “And you're never useless. You're still healing, trouble. I don't want you getting hurt out there because of a busted shoulder.” A flash of you falling off your board with a sickening crunch fills his vision with dread. He turns towards you fully, tapping his wrench on the wooden table, and gentle eyes softening up at your features. “You'll have your time, I promise.”

You nod, watching as the green hue flickers over his concerned face. “Okay, but you owe me.” You cross your leg over the other while he smiles and turns towards his machine again.

“How many IOUs is that now?” He asks, glancing between you and the board.

You nudge him with your foot, “too many, Ekko.” You say his name with a sing-song lilt, effectively taking his attention. “What?” With a teasing smile, he stares at you wordlessly.

“You're distracting me.” His eyes follows the curve of your jaw up to your lips. Heart stuck in his throat, and eyes glued onto the soft skin. He lays his tools down. Abandoning it immediately.

“Oh,” your shoulders slump slightly. “I'll leave, just get some sleep, okay?” Hopping down, Ekko stops you with his hand on your thigh. “You need something?” You place your hand above his own as he squeezes you.

“Yeah, sit back down for me?” He says it seriously, as if he needs to talk to you about something important.

You straighten up, following his instructions. The desk creaks under your form, and as you wait for his very important words, he stands up from his seat, kicking it away before cradling your face gently in his gloved hands. The rough fabric sits on your cheek, but his touch is softer as he gazes at you with those eyes you've always loved ever since you two were still running around playing pretend.

“Now you're the one distracting me.” You whisper, index looping around his overalls to pull him towards you. Placing him in between your legs, as he leans forward with his head tilted slightly to find the perfect angle of your lips. “What were you saying, Ekko?” Teasing, he inhales deeply, lips merely an inch from your own.

“Let me…?” He says before you crash your lips against his own, answering his cut off question. Your eyes close as he smiles, mirroring your expression. You both kiss in sync, hearts beating in the same pace.

You hear him chuckle softly as your lips fall into a medley of rhythm with his desperate kisses. The kiss runs deep and long, teeth clashing, noses meeting, and hands caressing every angle of you as your own hands roam up his bare and lean arms, until you find penchant on the back of his head. Fingers weaved around his hair, not pulling away, no, pushing him further against you as the air grows hotter around you with every breath you take.

You're home in his arms. And all you can think about is him.

“Fuck,” he murmurs against your slightly agaped lips, leaning away for a moment to take in air and to remove his gloves to feel you fully.

You stare at him through half lidded eyes, cheeks searing hot and stomach throbbing with ache. “Yeah...” Your voice is shaky at best, legs wrapping around him whilst your chest heaves.

Just as you say it, he meets with your lips once again, taking your breath away as you give it willingly. This time it's softer and gentler as he kisses you tenderly. Your head hits the wall with how much he's kissing you, so with his palm sliding behind your head, he cushions you from the blow as he continues to kiss you fervently as if he hasn't gotten a taste of you in years.

“Ekko.” You sigh out as he kisses the curve of your lips, tracing its shape with his own. “Ekko.” Your tone grows breathlessly as he slowly makes his way towards your throat. “Ekko—” His lips were just about meeting with your warm skin when a knock interrupts you both. “Shit.”

“Damn it.” He murmurs, chest heaving, pupils blown out as he gives you one quick kiss against the side of your neck. Definitely not the final one.

You pat his cheek with a lopsided smile, thumb brushing along his kiss bitten lips, wiping away the sheen you've left. Ekko pecks your thumb before moving away from you. He fixes your rumpled shirt, just as you notice that you've smudged the white hourglass paint on his face. Whoops.

“Ekko, you've got…” you gesture towards his nose, trying to tamp down your laughter.

His blown out eyes widens, lungs still trying to intake oxygen from the strenuous activity. His nose scrunches up when he sees you having the same smudged paint on your face. Smile tamped down by biting his lip.

He looks behind you, where a small mirror is hanging just beside your head. He sees himself looking disheveled, hair sticking all over the place, face paint smudged into an odd shape.

Chuckling, the knocking grows louder. “I've got you, don't worry. I won't let your reputation get tarnished.” You take a handkerchief from your pocket, effectively wiping away the smudged mess on his face as much as you can.

“Did you get it?” He's still breathless when he asked.

“And…there. I've got them all.” You get a thankful peck on your cheek for a job well done.

But before he could move away from you, he takes the handkerchief in his hand to wipe at your (his) own smudged face paint. He tucks the fabric away in his pocket, maybe you'll come looking for it one day, effectively giving you an excuse to come visit him sooner rather than later.

Ekko now moves away, clearing his throat but the evidence of your shared previous activity is still evident on how much he inhales and how his hands are so clammy that he can water the tree with the sweat on his palms.

“C–come in.” He curses under his breath at how his voice cracked at the start. The door squeaks open, revealing his right hand man, Scar, waiting at the doorway.

His golden eyes glance at you, Ekko hides your equally disheveled form with his body, blocking your obviously kissed lips and your rumpled clothes. Scar raises a knowing brow, eyes speaking a thousand words.

“Hi, Y/N.” He says gruffly, lips subtly curled into a smirk. You wave shyly above Ekko, afraid that you'd let out incoherent words while you're still reeling from his warmth. “I can come back later.”

Ekko’s seriously considering it. “Is it important?”

“Everything's important with you Ekko.” Scar's eyes turn towards you with the word ‘important.’

Ekko sighs, slightly disappointed. “Right, what happened?”

His whole demeanor changes into what most people would think when they hear about the notorious leader of the firelights. His posture straightens up, and the air around him oozes authority. The man in front of you isn't just Ekko, your love and confidant, he's Ekko, the feared leader of the firelights, and the boy saviour. But you can still see his previous sweetness from how his eyes still smile when he remembers your soft lips upon his own. He's still your Ekko through and through.

“It's the chem barons, they blew out an entire building.” Scar briefs him, and you read the room as their conversation grows more serious.

If you listen to any more, you'd want to join in so you decide to leave before you could give your two cents like always. Ekko was right, your shoulder wouldn't help much with a full blown fight. So you're just gonna stay away, for now at least, until you're fully healed to be of help. For his sanity and your wellbeing.

You take a deep breath, still heaving from his kisses, hopping down from the table even with your wobbly legs. Ekko looks at you in the middle of the conversation, hand reaching out in case you fall down. Scar watches with amusement at the scene in front of him.

“I'm good,” you say quietly only for Ekko to hear. “We'll continue this later, okay?” You say louder this time for both of them to hear. With a wink, and a hand grazing his back, you leave him standing there, aghast at what you've blatantly said.

His own mind betrays him at how *later could go. Ekko has to hold onto the chair next to him to stabilize himself lest he melts in front of Scar, who's absolutely trying to reel his laughter in that he's about to pop a vein on his forehead from how hard he's trying.

As you close the door behind you, you hear his booming laughter and Ekko's unmistakable groaning behind the door.

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[quirkle2]

scenes that make me wanna eat drywall dust

[olderthannetfic]

What's a good place online to get decent-quality yarn at a reasonable price?

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Knitpicks.

Assuming you want wool and that kind of thing, your idea of reasonable is box store prices, and you're in the US. They regularly have amazing sales too, on top of the already-low prices.

The snobbier you are, the more you'll need to look for other people's destashes. I was just at a reuse place today and they happened to just have gotten in some nicer-than-usual yarn with the labels still on.

The ideal is to find someone's grandma who is drowning in her stash or, better yet, someone with a dead grandma and no interest in knitting who needs to dump a bunch of yarn fast. But, of course, it depends if you're the kind of knitter who finds that inspiring or if you just want the correct yarn to use on a project you've already picked out.

I got some Wool of the Andes worsted early in my current phase of knitting, and it's quite nice, especially for the price. I'm currently trying out some of the sport weight because I have a specific Christmas sweater that needs it. I'm finding it scratchier and less nice, but I haven't blocked it yet, so we'll see. The whole Wool of the Andes line is beloved by thrifty knitters.

If you're willing to do some work and you like an adventure, unraveling a thrift store sweater is by far the most cost effective way to get a big lot of yarn. You can check the tag for fiber content. Some of these yarns will be rather thin, so you might hold them double or even triple for hand knitting.

For me personally, it usually makes more sense to chase super deep discounts on ultra premium stuff and then see what I can figure out with the yardage I end up with. It's really going to depend on you and your priorities. If you're longing for cashmere, it makes way more sense to try the thrift store approach. If you have a very specific Christmas colorwork pattern, Knitpicks or the like is probably a better bet. I got a big lot from fabulousyarn.com once when I needed that exact yarn. They seem fine. I don't know a lot about these big online stores, but there are a few of them, and they tend to have good deals.

You also have to consider whether you're going to be able to get continental US shipping (probably free from a US store) or not.

Anyone have thoughts on this?

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Dominant Ghost, Submissive König, Submissive Reader, Sexual situations, Oral sex, Fingering, Car sex, Hand jobs, Blow jobs, TW: BDSM elements, TW: Dominant/Submissive(s), TW: Threesomes/Throuple, TW: Exhibitionism, TW: Voyeurism, TW: Groping, TW: Orgasm Denial

I had a TON of fun writing this scene. The idea of a car ride where you have to sit in Ghost's lap has been on my mind for a hot minute lol. I need this in my life immediatelyyyy

Reader POV:

You hurriedly rushed across the hall to your room, and König disappeared in pursuit of his. There were only about forty-five minutes or so left for you to get ready, and you didn't want to waste a single minute. You wanted to look absolutely perfect tonight! So that would mean hair, makeup, and the whole nine yards.

Upon your return, you found a full outfit set out for you just as Ghost had said. There was a short black club dress, a pair of matching heels, and a little clutch. And they were all brand new! Though he'd carefully removed any tags that would give away just how much he'd spent on you, the remaining ones were evidence enough. All of them were luxury brands. And upon closer inspection, they were exactly the right sizes. Beside them was a small bottle of perfume and a set of gold earrings.

The dress had an angular look to it. There was a triangular cut-out that connected the bodice to the right sleeve. But the left side tapered to a thinner strap that would lie over your shoulder. The fabric was embroidered with gold detailing. Nothing excessive or gaudy, though. It was minimal and tasteful, trailing diagonally across the stomach before parting high on the waist and framing a daring side slit.

At first glance, you never would have suspected Ghost was loaded. The man wore the same old clothes every day without fail! But regardless of where the money had come from, it felt really good to be spoiled silly. And knowing he spent a ton on you made you curious what he'd picked out for König.

Fueled by adrenaline and anticipation, you threw yourself into getting ready. A majority of your time went towards your hair, as always. You still needed to moisturize, detangle, and blow it out. But once you had finished, you still had just enough time to whip up a classy makeup look that complimented your new outfit. Then, all that was left was the task of getting dressed. You did so as quickly as you could while still being careful. You'd be mortified if you tore or damaged a single thing!

Once the dress was in place, you yanked open your duffel bag and started digging for any thong that wouldn’t show too much on the dress’ open side. But mid-search, you recalled Ghost's previous warning. Wear what's on the bed. Nothing more, nothing less. A flurry of butterflies erupted in your stomach when it finally hit you. He hadn't set those things out because he specifically didn't want you to wear them. He wanted you completely naked and accessible under the dress. And though the thought was a bit scary, it made you feel a naughty thrill, too. With a knowing smirk, you shoved the duffel bag away and followed his instructions to the letter.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at your door.

"You about ready in there?" Price called out.

You hopped around trying to get your last shoe on before rushing to the door. "Coming!"

When you entered the hallway, the whole team was there waiting for you and dressed their very best.

The first person you saw was König. He was still wearing his hood, but that was pretty much the only recognizable thing about him. Fortunately for him, the hood kept his new collar fully concealed. He was wearing a fitted white button-down that hugged his body in all the right places. Just seeing the buttons strain ever so slightly whenever he moved his arms made you salivate and hope they'd give way. A black, leather belt was slung low on his hips and accented with a small, golden buckle that contrasted nicely with his black slacks. And beneath them, he wore a pair of shiny black dress shoes accented with gold toe boxes.

"Bloody hell, König," Soap whistled, looking him up and down. "You got a rich daddy back in Austria you forgot to tell us about? I hope you’re buying tonight."

“No,” König laughed, nervously rubbing the back of his neck and briefly meeting your eyes. “It was a gift.”

“Everyone’s gonna be staring,” Soap teased, admiring your dress.

"Both of em look good enough to eat," Ghost chuckled from somewhere to your right. "Let 'em stare, I ain't complaining."

When you turned towards his voice, Ghost stepped into the group from behind Price. And he looked just as delicious himself. He was basically wearing the same outfit as König, just without the hints of gold. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up on his arms, revealing a host of tattoos trailing around his muscular arms. And, as was the norm, he still wore his usual mask. But such formal attire paired with the foreboding skull just made him look that much more appealing. It screamed dangerous bad boy and you loved it.

He was practically devouring you with his eyes, enjoying the way your outfit hugged your body like a glove. You surreptitiously turned a bit to give him a sneaky view of every angle. König didn’t escape his ravenous attention either. It was a moment others would miss if they blinked. But you saw Ghost’s eyes flit down to the seat of König’s pants. They weren’t exactly fitted, but the fabric still clung to the contours of his ass in the most sinful way.

“I think everyone cleaned up quite well,” Price chuckled.

And he was right. Price had opted for a more formal look. You could tell he’d taken the time to pamper his beard and mustache as they now bore a healthy sheen. The arms of his blazer bulged around his biceps, and he’d left the first few buttons of his shirt undone. He was bound to get plenty of attention tonight for those details alone. The only thing that gave him away as military were his shoes. They were polished to a glossy perfection!

Alejandro had chosen a muted color palette. He had opted for a slim-fit black V-neck and a pair of gray jeans. The only one who had gone full-on casual was Soap. He’d gelled his signature mohawk, but otherwise had just grabbed a white short sleeved shirt and a pair of khaki joggers. Comfortable and casual, as always.

"We ready to go?" Ghost said, fiddling with his sleeve and tilting his head towards Price.

"Yep," Price smiled wide, heading for the door. "Let's roll out!"

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The ride to the club was its own party of sorts. Everyone else hurried off to their respective vehicles. But the six of you chose to ride with Soap. By some miracle, everyone had somehow piled into Soap’s car. And though Price was usually a stickler for rules, he was willing to make tonight an exception. So he had no qualms with there being more passengers than there were available seats. Soap happily took the wheel, kicking off the jovial mood with some car karaoke while Price relaxed in the passenger seat. In the back, you were packed in like a sardine with Ghost, Alejandro, and König.

“Scoot over, hermano!” Alejandro had teased, giving König a light shove. “I need some room to breathe!”

König had been about to protest that he couldn’t, but Ghost was quick to create some by tugging you onto his lap. As the car began to move, you shifted a bit and tried to tug your dress down before resting your full weight on his thighs. But before you could, his hands clamped down on your waist as he tugged you flush against his body.

“Sit still,” he hummed. “You ain’t got a seatbelt and I don’t want you flying through the windshield just because Soap can’t drive.”

"You're one to talk!" Soap balked, pausing mid-lyric to clap back. “Would anyone like Ghost to drive instead?”

The car immediately erupted in resounding protests that quickly devolved into friendly laughter. Ghost rolled his eyes and laughed along with them, shaking his head.

As the car bumped along the roads across town, Alejandro chatted with König about that day's target practice. And sitting there on Ghost’s lap, you felt like you owed it to him to attempt the same. You really hated small talk and habitually avoided it at all costs. But you still tried to think of something to say that would keep him occupied for the short trip. Before you had settled on anything, Ghost demonstrated an ability to occupy himself just fine. His hands slowly began to wander from your waist to your hips, moving furtively in the shadows so as not to raise attention. You were thankful the car was as dark as it was and your companions were well distracted. Because you knew a heated blush was quickly spreading across your face.

His fingertips kneaded the supple skin, rubbing slow circles like an expert masseuse. There was no way to stop the small shiver you felt when his fingers trailed across the wide slit of your dress, toying with the fabric before slowly slipping beneath it. You bit your lip hard, surprised you didn’t draw blood as you stifled a gasp. And you did it again when his bare knuckles slid across your exposed sex. Just then, the car bounced over a particularly deep pothole. The unexpected impact caused his hand to graze your clit as you jostled in his lap. Ghost grunted when you did, the added pressure betraying a firm protrusion pressing against your ass.

“Sorry about that!” Soap yelled, swerving to dodge another section of deformed gravel. “We got time for one more song! Alejandro, any requests?”

Alejandro leaned forward to talk with Soap, rattling off a long list of Latin ballads. So far, Soap didn’t have any of them in his collection. But he kept trying anyway, confident something would land eventually. While he was otherwise occupied, König turned and quickly realized what was going on beside him. And when he did, he eagerly added his own participation to the mix. He kept his eyes forward in case his conversation with Alejandro continued. But his hand slowly joined Ghost’s beneath your dress. At first, it just sat there on your waist. But Ghost quickly signaled his permission by nudging your knees further apart and tugging his hand between your legs. Ghost’s fingers lazily circled your clit, his other hand clutching your hip to keep you in place. As he did, you could feel König’s fingers carefully prod your entrance.

Your lip quivered as you fought every sound of pleasure that tempted to fly free. And from a glance at König’s lap, you weren’t the only one struggling to conceal excitement. The fly of his slacks bulged outwards, straining over an obvious erection. He squirmed in his seat, inconspicuously crossing his legs in an attempt to conceal it. But he didn’t stop. His fingers slowly thrusted in and out of you as the car sped through the dark streets.

A little while later, the car slowed as it pulled into the club parking lot. Both men withdrew as silently as they had advanced, leaving you a flushed and breathless mess in the back seat. You knew tonight was going to be fun. But you had no idea it was going to be this fun.

“Alright, boys,” Price bellowed, hopping out of the car and opening the back door. “And lady, of course. Let’s go have some fun!”

The rest of the men were quick to follow. A bustling crowd of excited personnel filled the small area and both Soap and Alejandro joined them. Everyone was eager to follow the sounds of music trailing out of the nightclub. But as Price held the door open for you, Ghost waved him along.

“We’ll be right behind you.” he chuckled. “Just get us a table.”

Price gave him a nod, no doubt pleased to see you suddenly enjoying each other’s company of your own choosing. And with that, he took off and led the excited group into the establishment.

As soon as you were alone, König pulled the door shut as Ghost hoisted your dress up higher. The fabric bunched around your midsection as he pulled your legs apart, putting you on full display.

"You see this, König?" He murmured, gazing down at your glistening folds. "See what a good girl she is for me?"

"Yes, sir," König gasped, eyes locked between your legs as Ghost spread your lips open with his fingers.

You moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder as he continued toying with you, flicking his fingertips against your clit before resorting to firm strokes. The bundle of nerves swollen, throbbing, and increasingly sensitive. And Ghost knew this all too well.

He kept you well occupied with his hand as his eyes shifted to König's lap.

"Let's see how well you followed instructions, too."

König whimpered, his whole body going rigid as Ghost parted his thighs. He gave the zipper of his fly a firm tug and moaned in pleasure when König's erection fell into his waiting hand. Ghost wrapped his fingers around his length, slowly dragging his grip up and down.

He let out a choked sound of pleasure. König didn’t know where to look - over at Ghost stroking your sex or at the hand beginning to jerk him off. His own hand rested against Ghost’s forearm, but he didn’t push him away. It lay there trembling as he resisted the urge to increase the pace.

"What a good boy," Ghost growled, not giving you a moment's rest either.

König gasped again, pressing his hips into Ghost's hand. "I wore-fuck! I wore exactly what you told me to.”

“Wise choice. See what rewards you can earn when you obey?”

Ragged pants filled the car as König succumbed to the intense pleasure. His half-lidded eyes met yours, bonding over the shared experience. But you were the first to break eye contact. You groaned into your release, tensing and squeezing your eyes shut when Ghost gave your clit a brutal pinch. And just the sight of your response made König moan right along with you.

“Bitte,” he whimpered pitifully, a liberal amount of pre-cum beginning to trickle down his length. “Please. I'll ruin my pants."

"You won't if you have some self-control," Ghost hissed, tightening his hold. He reacted instantly, using the warm liquid to coat his cock and allow his fist to glide smoothly over his member.

Ghost guided you off his lap with one hand, shifting to position himself between you and König. After fumbling with the crotch of his pants, he sighed with relief as his own erection sprang free. He then gripped the back of your neck, pulling your face towards his groin and issuing a single command.

"Suck."

As he watched the lieutenant’s cock slowly disappear into your mouth, König moaned loudly. And he continued to do so as Ghost gradually increased his pace.

"You like that?" Ghost taunted, one hand fisted in your hair and the other driving König wild with pleasure. "You like seeing your girl sucking me off while I play with you?"

"Mein Gott, yes! Yes, sir."

"Good. Take notes. One day, that might be you with my cock shoved down your throat."

König cursed under his breath, a needy slave to Ghost’s ministrations. He arched against the seat, chest heaving as sinful images of him on his knees and pleasuring Ghost flickered through his mind.

Ghost let out a low moan, mesmerized by the delicious suction your lips maintained on his body.

"That's it," he gasped. "Show em how it's done. How that pretty mouth milks me dry. Fuck!"

With a hissed groan, Ghost buried your face in his lap and came to a shuddering orgasm. You hummed out a moan as he erupted, obediently swallowing everything he gave you and not allowing a single drop to escape your mouth. He relaxed his hold with a breathy sigh, twitching occasionally as you cleaned him off. When you finished, he released his grip on König to neatly put himself away.

"Finish him off," Ghost panted, nodding towards König as he caught his breath.

You crawled over and eagerly took König's member into your mouth, pressing down until your nose nestled against his pubic hair.

"Oh fuck," he hissed through gritted teeth, feeling his cock push deep into your throat. "Scheiße. Maus!"

You didn't hold back and immediately began bobbing your head up and down. You'd occasionally pause to swirl your tongue around his sensitive head. But you never stopped for long. His fingers tangled in your hair, whimpering each time he hit the back of your throat.

"Please," he whimpered, his breath hitching. "Please may I come?"

“Hmm,” Ghost smirked, cleaning his hands on a handkerchief. "I don't know. Aren't focus and patience supposed to be a sniper’s greatest strengths? Looks like you need more training. Go ahead and speed up, Princess. I want to hear him beg for it."

König let out a strangled whine and gripped the edge of the seat, throwing his head back as he tried to fight his impending release. "Ich kann nicht! Bitte, I can't take much more!"

Ghost settled back in his seat, fully entertained by the man’s desperate struggle for control. He let the moment linger agonizingly long, unwilling to relent until he saw him on the razor’s edge of breaking. And when König let out a soft sob, he knew he’d reached that point.

"I think,” he drawled, sitting back to watch his beautiful undoing. “I think you’ve earned it. I'll let you finish."

Quickly throwing a hand over his mouth, König climaxed with a muffled cry. His hips raised off the seat as he shuddered, quickly filling your mouth with his warmth. Every heated grunt brought forth a fresh wave of liquid on your tongue, and you hurriedly swallowed to make room for more. Once he was spent, he collapsed back onto the cushion with a blissful sigh. He squirmed, overly sensitive as you licked him clean before tucking his cock back into his trousers.

König sat limply on the seat, dazed and exhausted. You ran the back of your hand over your lips, making sure your face was clean as you panted for breath. Ghost just chuckled and calmly climbed out of the car, lighting a cigarette before beckoning both of you to follow.

"Alright, don't go getting sleepy on me now. We still have a party to get to."

[cicaklah]

get ready for my thoughts on yaoi UBI

So I’ve kvetched about UBI in the tags for long enough someone finally asked me what I was going on about so here we go! 

I will start with some caveats: 

I am British, and so I can only speak about the British specifics.

I have for the past twelve years worked as a professional health economist, and health economics is based on social welfare theory (specifically growing out of Arrow’s work in the 1960s and Sen’s work in the 80s/90s). I literally could talk forever about this, but I won’t. If you want to know more, read the pretty good wikipedia article on welfare economics.

But fundamental to welfare economics is two things: if we make a great big change, do the benefits outweigh the costs? And does the change make a fundamental change for good? (aka cost-benefit analysis and pareto efficiency).

The other thing you need to know about me is that I don’t like activists very much, because they never have to show their working, and my entire professional life is showing my working, and critiquing other people’s working. We all have ideas mate, show me the plan! I love a plan! and this isn't coming from anything but personal experience; I have been to talks by UBI activists before, including ones by economists, but I have never had the case made to me that UBI would be either cost-beneficial OR approach pareto efficient. In fact, it usually reminds me of arguments that are based on some other imaginary world, and then I get so annoyed I want to scream. 

In the early 2010s when I was first starting working as an economist, I was asked to build a model to see whether switching a disability benefit from government administered to individual administration would be cost-effective. Essentially, if you were newly in a wheelchair and you needed a ramp building up to your house, would it be better for the government to organise a contractor, or for you to be given a cash transfer and organise it yourself? The answer was that it wasn’t, but anyone who has ever had to hire a builder could have told you that, and the government didn’t have to pay my firm £30,000 to make that decision. But that is what UBI essentially is; a cash transfer where you get cash and the government gets to enjoy less responsibility.

There are 37.5 million people of working age in England. (Nearly) every single working person gets what's called a tax free allowance, where the government doesn’t claim income tax on the first £12,570. (Once you make over £120k, your allowance starts to decrease, and you lose it entirely at I think £150k)

Let’s assume that instead of just not claiming tax on this amount, the government switched to making that £12,570 your UBI. That is £471,375,000,000 just for England - just under half a trillion pounds. In cash, or nearest as in our modern economy. And not one off - Every year. 

Okay, let's say that the country does have a spare half a trillion a year (in cash) lying around. What is the benefit to switching from tax free allowance to UBI? Well, let's assume that no one stops working, so there would be the tax receipts from the 20% income tax on the £12,570, and that’s just a shade under £100 million. Not bad.

But if you’ve seen a UBI post, you will know that people like the idea because they will be able to work less. Which probably means that UBI will need to be paid for in some other way. Perhaps by cutting existing benefits. The universal credit cost is around £100 billion. So we’re still £300 billion short, and honestly, you wouldn’t cut all of universal credit anyway, probably only the unemployment benefits, but I’m not digging into the maths on that tonight. 

But, look, I am sympathetic. I am a welfarist. I genuinely believe that the economy is not just money, that welfare is happiness, it is utility, it is all the stuff that makes life worth living, and it is the responsibility of the government to maximise the welfare/happiness/utility/quality of life of the country through efficient use of taxation and other sources of money. So people give the government money and it spends it on goods and services and then people get utility, and then they spend their own money to get more utility, and ultimately we can gain intangible things that are incredibly valuable. 

But the problem is that cash is cash, cold and hard and very real. I don’t know how unlimited spare time translates into half a trillion real pound coins. I wouldn’t know how to build a model that complex and uncertain, especially as this all assumes that you can live on 12k a year, and that whatever replaces progressive taxation is equally progressive. I haven’t even touched on how having a convoluted welfare state insures it somewhat against being entirely destroyed after a change in political opinions, aka what I call the daily mail test. You think the narrative about people on welfare is bad now? But also, how would you deal with people who didn’t manage their UBI money well? What happens if there is a personal crisis?

The more I look at it, the more the existing system is actually remarkably good value for money. Individualism is expensive. Collective decision making and spending is just cheaper. 

Ultimately I don’t see the additional benefit of UBI, requiring a pie in the sky change, when it is far, far, far more cost effective to strengthen the existing regime across the board; taxation law, social safety net, childcare, working laws, education and health - all systems that are already in place, and have a thousand times higher likelihood to be pareto optimal and cost effective than trying to find half a trillion pounds of cash round the back of the sofa, while torching 150 years of progress so middle class people can write their book without having to have a job. If I was conspiracy minded I would say that UBI feels like a psy-op, trying to shut down old fashioned progress in favour of ripping it all out and starting again.

Ultimately, that is my real annoyance. It is far, far, far cheaper for the government to provide you with your new ramp for your house, and that is done through politics, but not fun moonshot politics, the hard shit that isn’t sexy.

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hi, i wanted to ask something about the FYWH au! is it okay to make our own designs for this au or to simply draw fanart? i would love to draw my ninja designs in this au or just to draw lloyd, i love the fact that you kept his hoodie!!! (also, do the ninja have set ages here or is it just like in the show where we know what age they are around ?)

Hi! You are absolutely welcome to draw your own ninja designs and make fanart!!! This goes for ANY of my aus. You could write a whole fic using my specific ideas as long as you give credit I'm fine with that. Do whatever you want forever ❤️ please tag me in any fanart or anything you might make tho!! I want to see 👀

I have specific ages in mind but things like that are kinda loosey goosey. Subject to change for plot reasons

Zane- 23

Kai- 23

Jay - 22

Cole -20

Nya- 20

And Lloyd is freshly 13

[jaypelt]

Normally I'm the sorta person that puts things in the tags, but it's difficult to deliver the thoughts I want without it just running on too long. I'm personally not in the position to make sweeping judgements of how *audiences* prefer shows, as I've kinda tapped out of that whole thing and pay less attention to takes on media. Although expecting instant trauma and emotion sounds ridiculous. - In the Fullmetal Alchemist manga they don't even show the big Human Transmutation Moment until like... 23 chapters in. It's just dripfed up to that point. - You don't understand all of the specifics as to why Mr. Harrier Du Bois drunk himself into amnesia until you piece it all together from experience throughout the whole game. Culminating in Dolores Dei on the last day. - Kurapika's ice cold demeanor is as disturbing as it is because you've seen how much kinder he can be, and how far he's fallen since earlier in the story. It's not simply the things that happen to him either, but the actions he DECIDES to take. All of these examples present characters who clearly wear some kind of Big Shit on their sleeves, yet it isn't all given to you immediately. And with proper leadup to their emotional moments. Granted, they come from media outside of strictly western TV shows, but I think the lack of patience from both writers and the audience can represent themselves in any media. The goal is to make you *feel bad*, or feel at least feel *something*. And the idea is that this makes a story or character more compelling. How do you hook an audience? You hit em where it hurts. And sometimes it feels as if there's a certain gut punch feeling they're looking for. But there needs to be something of substance to actually CARE about. You need to build up your characters, your world, your story, before you start making people feel something. Especially in the case of characters, you need to establish who they actually ARE and what they care about. It doesn't always have to be the trauma. And trauma can take many, many forms. Negligence, despondence, listlessness, etc. The way they respond to it is often informed by the kind of person they are, even if that part of them may irrevocably change afterwards. Some may not even realize they've experienced it to begin with and are unaware of how it has shaped them. Characters are the beating heart of any story. Any good one is more than just all the trauma you can load them up with. Your plot can be mid as fuck, yet people cherish it anyway because the characters are good. Which, by god, can take form in more ways placing them in cold drop dramatic moments or delving into their backstory from the get-go. And every story needs a little time to breathe. Space out the big moments, build up to them when appropriate. Too much is emotionally exhausting at best, and feels insulting or manipulative at worst.

Man is it just me or are a lot of TV shows nowadays are written to have big emotional episodes in scenes with very little build up.

[eddiestightywhities]

FUCK IT FRIDAY

here, have a teensy bit of my buddie coda for s08e08 wannabies that i've just spent about an hour and a half on instead of sleeping like i really, really should be whoops xp

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The HILDY machine Buck got for Eddie makes a great cup, and Buck always makes sure there's a bag of organic Stumptown Founders Blend for the Diaz kitchen cupboard come grocery day.

Right now though, the smell of fancy coffee brewing is knocking Buck sick to his stomach. Or maybe it's just the idea solidifying in his gut like drying cement that he's losing everything.

Christopher went away. Tommy went away. Now Eddie is leaving him, too.

Or no, that's not—Eddie wants to leave L.A., not Buck specifically. Eddie couldn't actually leave Buck because he isn't—Eddie isn't Buck's.

Apart from all the ways that he really is.

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(tags, play or nay, are under the cut!)

@inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius @angela-feelstoomuch @woodchoc-magnum @kitteneddiediaz @buddiebeginz @watchyourbuck @treasurehuntbuck @daffi-990 @colonoscopys @shitouttabuck @lamardeuse @idealuk @veronae-buddie @isaacthedruid @team-118 @playinginthunderstorms @kyoteugly @hotshotsxyz @wildehacked

[catdadacd]

sentence sunday

i have been tagged by so many of you over the last few weeks (today, @firstprincehornyramblings specifically<3) but i've been so focussed on reading, writing fell by the wayside. but apparently im back because I was struck with a most adorable idea so we're gonna try and see this through

meet childrens book author henry and single dad alex

So, along came Jack. Jack had been 5 years old then; a surprisingly gangly tangle of limbs, skin tan from the Texas sun, a mop of curly, mousy brown hair on his head, cow-like eyes, an upturned nose and a smile full of not-all-straight baby teeth. Alex brought him a book on their first visit. Jack had clung to his leg when he tried to leave. That had been it. A year later and Jack calls Alex papa - "because daddy still hurts but Alex is my daddy now, and that's okay" - he see's a child trauma therapist every 2 weeks and he tells Alex he loves him every night before bed, and Alex? Alex has never been more content. He's never been happier. He's never been as stressed as he is right now. --- Deer Henry, my heart is on my sleeve to. it hurts all the time my papa says it will nevr stop but il be better. thank you for youre book prince archie is just like me but my knight is my papa. I think we wud be friends. from jack Slow, fat tears crawl down Henry's face, following the tracks left by the ones before. He's read the message over and over again in the last half an hour and each time a new wave of tears somehow force their way out of him. It's the innocence of it, tugging at him in a way that only a child could make possible. It breaks his heart. My Heart On My Sleeve is a book Henry wishes no child would ever have to relate to.

tags??? ig : @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @taste-thewaste @eusuntgratie and anyone else who might wanna

[hahskeleton]

Florist guy!? :0

DDEHUDHDEIHXSWXIJNEIDNDEUCHBEDIHNXXWSNIX

FANART for @villetela bc I liked their idea of a FLORIST SUN :DDD

[snowbound-sideblog]

e6... i don't like how they solved it ("gynomorph/andromorph" for trans body types) but i don't dislike it either, it makes total sense to tag based on body type. i have prototyped something that might help alleviate the problem, but given the way it works it would need to be spun up as a new service, or require MASSIVE amounts of re-tagging, and also I have no idea how well it scales... it also would require a bit more knowledge of how the tech works to tag. shorthand would exist for searching for less knowledgeable users.

basically, subjects within an image also get tagged, and you can group tags. my example used shapes, so you could search for [blue heart] [red triangle] and not see a blue triangle, without the need for a specific compound tag for any of those three things. that's the whole idea; compound tags don't get applied consistently outside a few common ones, so compound tags just become shorthand for their components on a single subject. the only problem is actually tagging correctly, which is now a lot less work but slightly more complicated.

so, to bring it back around, on the image side, you're just tagging "this image has two subjects. one has boobs and a penis, the other has a vagina and no boobs" and viewers can search whatever they like that aliases to either of those things and get what they want. it kind of sidesteps the issue of "what do we call this? anything will make SOMEONE upset" by not having one true canon name. it isn't the best solution, but it's a solution that happened to emerge from trying to solve a larger problem with compound tags, which i would consider things like cis/trans body types to be. i mostly just wanted to ramble about this tag system again.

i have no idea how well it would work in practice, but it was fun to build a prototype and play with SQL for the first time.

Like nearly 20 years ago I made a presentation for a class about image organization systems, categories vs tagging, different kinds of tagging systems, that kind of thing.

I distinctly recall saying on the slide about danboofoo*/e621/rule34.site tagging systems, where it's a near free-for-all where users tag whatever they want and you hope for mods to maybe clean it up, that the main problem is that "people are dumb as shit".

I would like to revise that PowerPoint, given my nearly two decades of life experience and unfortunate interactions with image boards**:

People are also transphobic as shit.

* I mean danbooru. I recognize that it's been forever since I've had to type my trademark misspelling of that site, so people. Probably won't recognize it, but I am not budging on this name.

** yes it's dumb that both 4chan style image boards and danbooru style image boards call themselves "image boards". At least Wikipedia doesn't seem to anymore?

[genlossranbooautism]

You use "arospec people can still date and feel romantic attraction " as an excuse to ship cannon aro characters , I use it as justification to headcannon characters who canonically feel romantic attraction as arospec , we are not the same

[sykloni]

Dannymay 2023

15. Full Hazmat AU & 23. Rogue Gallery

[tubbytarchia]

My friend convinced me of the potential of this very specific trio (especially in a roadtrip context) so I'm spreading the propaganda

Again, oddly specific trio but listen. Look at this graph @liauditore made. This is all you need to know (TLDR these guys make for fun duos between one another, but putting all three of them together would neutralize any cons that would arise otherwise)

We call them sappies because idk it sounds cute and funny. Very vaguely based on the idea of tree sap (not just from how that can be related to "treebark" but also the idea of sap being a thing that helps a tree survive and making for good glue and medicine in some cases. Idk they're sappy. You get it)

The croc meme is based on this. I think Martyn would be too stupid to grasp the concept of gender so I replaced his speech bubble with watcher lore

[4thegadiesandlentlemen]

BANGER POST AGAIN !!!

I both hate and love the ambiguity. Because I'm tryna think back to Bjorn (who lived an incredibly short life omg) but the difference is he was brain dead and couldn't fight back. The retired characters aren't. So he must've found a way to keep them steady??

And omg??? How he'd feel WHEN he dies??? I didn't even think of that. But that is honestly such a good point.

Now everything past this point I'm just assuming things again

Wayne loves life and I believe it's because of the free will he gets. Death would mean the end to all that possibility and fun shit to do. He seems like the kinda person to make his own meaning to life than find one (to me, at least). I don't think he'd think about his mortality too much cause he just lives in the moment. He doesn't think about the future or past, he just goes through time as it is. Wanna add on more to this but my brain's overheating.

First death was blunt. No torture, no build up, no nothing. He was led out and just bled??? He also said help me even though he was in THAT state.

I'm spewing shit here but maybe he was begging cam to save him. (And I think he might've asked Robin to help? I forgot so I won't talk about it until I reset☹️) I believe Wayne knows Cameron is Wayne is a pussy when it comes to confrontation so when Cam dies from an allergic reaction he caused, I doubt Wayne called for help with the possibility of Cam snitching. Then Cameron just comes back lol and they're back to pranks. Clearly he wants to live. He has a little hope that Cam would bring him back. And he does?? In short, the death was just that so Wayne had faith he'd be resurrected.

Second death, he does an oopsie and talks to justin. Then we see him help captive looking half dead and talking about how there's more people. Hear me out, what if Justin saw the retired cast get made into clones? I mean not literally. I don't think the captives would be kept in the same room as the one Justin would be experimenting in. He might've either seen how they struggled or possibly heard something (which also feels unlikely yk Justin might get soundproof walls or like uhh tranquilized them? (Sedated? Chloroform? Put them under anesthesia?What's the word?) idk I have too many thoughts on this).

The way Wayne looks is awful I can't even lie. No one can tell me he wasn't stressed out of his mind. But he's just been kept there? He either died by a bullet or by becoming Justin. But those deaths wouldn't just be quick. They had build up. And he might've lost hope and it didn't matter which way he got out of the situation, he just wanted to get out. So when he dies, he'd feel relief. But I'm still clinging onto the idea he doesn't want to lose his life so I'd think he'd so conflicted.

Then he's just brought back by the guy who saved him the first time. The same guy who killed him. Just brought back to suffer. Bitchy husk as a man I hope you don't come back. ( If he does I'm actually gonna be so pissed even though I love him mwah. Let him rest! )

I hate that I'm so invested in this.

AAAAAAAAA JUSTIN CASE UPDATE??? WHAT THE FUCK WHY DID HE JUST POST RHE SPOILERS TO THE NEXT INSTALLEMENT OF THE STROY RIGHT THERE INSREA DOF BEING LIKE YEAH IM DOING IT IM KILLING CAM RN FUCK ME (ron intended)

anywayssssss

nathaniel is dead, not very skibidi sigma of him at all but i’m not too surprised, cam’s been trying to get rid of ol’ nathan for a WHILE (besides, look at his last name. it was inevitable)

cam added a mary sue self insert oc that’s basically a god into the cgcu who’s summoned by racism and sexual jokes. damn.

i get the ending and it’s alright, but also seems anticlimactic. like cam shows up and tells justin “dude you’re a fictional made up character on the internet you’re already immortal 💀” and justin’s like “oh fr then ig i’ll stop” which isn’t that satisfying at all. i don’t like that ending the discord’s ending (ask me for an invite link if ur interested in the server, we’re all very cool) is much better since yk. it has actual character development.

personally? i don’t like this ending much and i am unsatisfied. it might be better if he actually posts it but i still don’t like it much. if only…….i finished the goddamn animation……..ughhh

also……….max? whipping it out? right there? cam you better film this part or else /hj

[spear-gsun]

Happy 20 years to the Imperishable Night