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baekhvuns · 2 years ago

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Nah I didn't meet the kid and I never will, cause I really dislike his mother, she's a bitch and messed with my friends 🔪 that's why I said she's a weirdoooo. I haven't spoken to her in ages, I just see her around. Also they live in fucking , I'm not going there.

I thought the final would be a total disaster, but thankfully shit picked up! Argentina deserved it though, can't deny it. Honestly grown up footballers acting like kids will never not be funny and embarrassing lmaoooo. I get Mbappe's frustration tbh, his teammates did nothing to help him, I would be pissed as well, but come on don't be a little bitch about it... okay but every time I think of PSG I can't believe they have Mbappe, Ramos, Messi, Neymar...and they're still pretty mid 😬 seeing Ramos with Messi and Neymar doesn't sit right with me ngl I feel betrayed 😭😭😭😭

Yeah Neymar is good when he's good, but his acting skills....☠ MAN GET UP! Since I'm a Madridista I saw it ALL from Neymar when he was in Barca and 🤡 I was just reminded of this situation, proof even Seonghwa isn't perfect thankfully I have Jongho

Do you remember them playing footie? Sanhwa sucked so bad <3 also The way I didn't know this happened?!

Ofc the final is in FUCKING LA, I bet Ateez will play during the match or some shit lmao. Bring a huge ass Ateez flag, Seonghwa's pc is a must too!

Yep MOTH is too long, unless you're really into to the political aspects, which I like to a certain extent, but the author is dragging it. The characters need to be more fleshed out, but I can't complain since Tasir is getting a lot of attention.

Yes, he is 🥰

Fuck Dior, Lego is more important! Ateez collabed with some Lego knock off though

My friend asked me three times if the track list I sent was a joke aisuiauusanjausaggaag the remixes are so random?! How tf do you even pronounce Halazia, it sounds like a Webtoon made fantasy land or... a disease. Anyways the Prologue tho aaaaaaah, Seonghwa?!?! T-posing like the Jesus himself Taemin! I told you he was giving crucifixion omg. Yeosang chained... Yunho inside the ⏳?!

Krystal and Minho were always fighting for their lives. 2nd gen was build different in general

Bestie, ETL in real life sounds like a nightmare (any type of romantic relationship tbh), considering I don't wanna be in a relationship how would I survive with someone I especially dislike 😭 I'd whoop their ass

This isn't Bob this is Wreck it Ralph lmaoooo what made him go that hard. 🤔 I haven't even seen that show and they're coming out with a new one, please STOP

Kai is scared of Seulgi as he should be! Are they fighting for the bear emoji or what ☠

TY not being a pathetic sweet little man? 😯 That's new!

Yup I told you, BBC is scared shitless, I hope the girls are happy and they don't treat them horribly because of it... But the passive aggressive statement 🔫 - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

😭😭😭😭 NAURR DFHBJDBFH IT'S ON SIGHT IF U SEE HER NOW THE CAPRICORN IN U WAKING UP LMFAOO

noo bc i expected the fight like netherlands v argentina's match, mbappe v de paul sdgfhkgsfds ur right! they did their team was exceptional this time, def better than last times,,, LMFAOO RIGHT I FIND IT SO HILARIOUS BC THE NINJA TURTLE id honestly do the same 😭😭😭😭 tbh if di maria played the entire game, france wouldn't even have a chance,, we were rIGHT THEY DID HAVE A TALK, bro hyped himself up only,,, bro's def in his villian arc at psg now jhbds,,, HEY HEY PSG HAD A GREAT SEASON this next on might be crazy bc messi's got no stress and that man's dangerous w/ neymar mixed in and ramos??? pheww LMFAOOOO NO BC WHEN I SAW RAMOS WAS LIKE BRO??? UR THERE?? U OUT OF ALL??? SAME CLUB?? so much fun to see them together lmfaooo new season gonna be great <3

tbh the best thing about this wc is the amount of memes, THE HUMOR PPL HAVE FHWKHDWK internet is undefeatable 😭😭

LMFAOOO his cameo in the money heist jOKES,, yeah he's great when he plays plays, going to psg probably wasn't the best choice but his last season was crazy too, copa america that last 20 mins vs argentina bro was majestic,, but its shitty to see the amt of times players tackle him roughly and get nothing but when he does the same its a straight red card,, like is he supposed to sit and smile??? 😭😭 OH UR A MADRIDISTA FHQKHEJ IM A BARCA (ATM PSG-ING) FAN SO MY SIGHT IS DIFFERENT FBNEHDKWHDJC THIS IS SO FUNNY I KNEW I STANNED THE RIGHT GUY MY MAAANNNN,, want old barca and old madrid back to see them play against each other annnnnd ur stance on this... haaland coming for mbappe dbdb

Do you remember them playing footie? Sanhwa sucked so bad <3 also The way I didn't know this happened?! //// Ofc the final is in FUCKING LA, I bet Ateez will play during the match or some shit lmao. Bring a huge ass Ateez flag, Seonghwa's pc is a must too!

need a football exclusive show but for kpop idols only, forget isac i need them to create their own team names (barceoul, madrisan for busan fbsdjbf) w jerseys and take it all seriously and have two idol groups against each other,, I THINK ITS EITHER LA OR MEXICO CITY! ateez going to charity matches WHEN WHEN,, PLS ME HOLDING A WHITE ATEEZ FLAG ON NATIONAL TV BJHSBLJSDF, i just see messi walk in and he sees the seonghwa pc, im gone

see the author just needs to balance it all out, one part political, one part latil, majority on the actual harem,,, the empress webstoon could've also been like that but it honestly got boring,, LMFAOOO AS LONG AS TASIR IS IN THE PICTURE FDSHHJF

Yes, he is 🥰 //// Fuck Dior, Lego is more important! Ateez collabed with some Lego knock off though

anon... how long is that webtoon, the plot and everything, im reading this bc its that long haired hwa from ur friends dream 😭😭 YEAH LEGO >>>> DIOR,, it looks like a harry potter ft ateez collab tbh

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭🤚🏼 we’re all on the same boat it seems 😭😭 blue bird is my hope atm <33 UR RIGHT IT SOUNDS LIKE A FANTASY LAND but that crucifixion thing sent chillsssss 😳😳 i was so amazed IT DID LOOK LIKE A TAEMIN LORE AHKFJQKDHWK HWA TAEMIN ERA INCOMING HELLO,,, so im confused, halateez gone?? brain fried tbh

Krystal and Minho were always fighting for their lives. 2nd gen was build different in general ///// Bestie, ETL in real life sounds like a nightmare (any type of romantic relationship tbh), considering I don't wanna be in a relationship how would I survive with someone I especially dislike 😭 I'd whoop their ass /// This isn't Bob this is Wreck it Ralph lmaoooo what made him go that hard. 🤔 I haven't even seen that show and they're coming out with a new one, please STOP

NO SERIOUSLY U JUST SEE THEM DOING THE MOST RANDOM THINGS TOO?? KRYSTAL ICE SKATING MINHO RAISING A KID??? 2nd gen was so unhinged <33 no ur right, it sounds like a u realistic trope, sure rivals to lovers sounds fine but etl would just turn into enemies to wrestling,, imagine having to deal with what y/n’s deal with in etl fics??? i could never, kudos to all the y/n’s tbh <33 WRECK IT RALPH AU JCBCKCKC PLEASE DID U SEE WHAT THEY DID TO BOB 😭😭

Kai is scared of Seulgi as he should be! Are they fighting for the bear emoji or what ☠

AS HE SHOULD !!!! DESERVED !!!! i think it’s a fan made bear emoji fight 😭😭😭

TY not being a pathetic sweet little man? 😯 That's new! //// Yup I told you, BBC is scared shitless, I hope the girls are happy and they don't treat them horribly because of it... But the passive aggressive statement 🔫 - DV 💖

a pathetic little man 😭😭 submissive and breedable 😭😭 PLS FBWKDBAM i hope the girls at least get something out of it,, smelling lawsuits for january,,, wait but those who bought the album….what about them 😭😭

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no he’s literally what idols should do

ANON. ANON.

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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inkykeiji · 4 years ago

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beautiful when the damage is done

part one | part two

characters: todoroki touya | dabi, todoroki natsuo

genre: smut laced with angst and a pinch of fluff

notes: part two of getting naughty with natsuo!! please please heed the warnings!! | title cred: sick thoughts by lewis blissett

warnings: 18+ minors dni, dubcon/noncon, sadism, punishment via overstimulation, pseudo-incest (stepcest), vaguely implied incest, emotional manipulation, a hint of degradation, toxic relationships, poly relationship, dom/sub dynamics, a LOT of crying (dacryphilia), slight size kink/size difference, rough sex

words: 4.6k

synopsis:

And you’re both reminded of how privileged you are, being the only two who ever get to witness this side of him, the only two who are fortunate enough to see the person he might’ve been if you stripped away years upon years of trauma and abuse, the person he truly is at the core of his soul, the person he was born as before he was forced to layer himself with thick, protective walls of aggression coated in indifference—and the person who he becomes as he sheds that armor, in the middle of the night when it’s just the three of you, the whole world having fallen away outside the bedroom door.

It’s musty, air thick with the haze of sweat and sex, saturated the smell of tears and cum, so potent you swear you can almost see it in the atmosphere of Touya’s room. Uncontrollable quivers course through your entire body, never-ending chills erupting across bare, damp skin that shines every time it catches in the dim beams coming from Touya’s desk lamp.

Your scalp is still sore from where Touya yanked you off of Natsuo—back in the living room, how many hours ago? It feels as though it’s been forever since then, memory murky and swimming as you try to think—one strong hand wrapped in your hair jerking you up with such force you nearly stumbled. The pain is dull, a throbbing ache that radiates fading waves of hurt along your skull.

It’s constant, though, brewing a headache that is equal parts agony and dehydration, and you wish to rub at the spot, to place your palm over it in a futile attempt to soothe the discomfort at least a little, but you can’t.

Because it feels as if your blood has been replaced with sand, dense and heavy as it clogs your veins, weighing your arms down and keeping them firmly locked around Natsuo’s neck, steadying you in his lap.

But the ache in your scalp is nothing compared to the burn between your legs.

You can feel it, your third orgasm, churning in the depths of your stomach as it builds, a blistering warmth furling into a tight, concentrated ball of fire. It’s almost sickening, now, the heat roiling inside of you as heavy as lead, wracking destruction on your body as tender muscles, already quaking from exhaustion, begin to tense once more, to coil and wind up the way a lithe tiger does right before it strikes.

“Nat-Natsuo, I can’t,” the words wobble as they spill from between clattering teeth, you head shaking sluggishly as fresh tears sting your eyes.

“Yes, you can,” he murmurs softly to you, gentler than he’s ever been before but refusing to slow his movements as he bounces you on his cock, concerned stone eyes searching your face while his fingers flex on your hips, readjusting their grip on the slippery skin.

“You better,” Touya spits from his place on his bed, peering down at the two of you with something akin to disgust, to derision, saturating his features. And it stings, blazing sapphire searing his glare into your skin much like how he had carved his name into you, years ago.

A wet sob hitches in time with Natsuo’s rough thrusts, has you choking on it, concentrated with thick saliva that sticks in your throat and forces your breaths to escape in wheezes, hands clasping tighter behind Natsuo’s neck.

Yet, despite the pain, there are still sparks of pleasure that accompany each catch of your puffy clit on Natsuo’s slick skin, flickers of lust interspersed with those excruciating spikes that shoot through your abdomen.

It hits suddenly, that third orgasm—you’re halfway through your punishment now, Touya reminds you—has your tightly shut eyelids springing open with a gasp, entire body freezing up in Natsuo’s strong grasp, a grunt falling from his chapped lips as he drives his hips to piston into your rigid body.

He follows only a few moments later with a deep groan that rumbles in his chest, body vibrating with the force of it as his thick cock throbs, filling your little cunt with spurt after spurt of cum that feels almost cool in comparison to your scalding insides.

Touya allows half hour breaks between each orgasm—a short refraction period for you and Natsuo to regain infinitesimal amounts of strength—and not a second more, he had spit after the second orgasm, cutting off your plea for just a few more moments of rest, because this is plenty of time, more than you need, really and you should be grateful he’s so generous.

By the time you’re due for your fourth orgasm, you can barely move, and Natsuo doesn’t have the arm strength to hold you up anymore, to force your hips to keep gyrating or to bounce you on his cock, his entire upper half spent.

“Lay her on the floor, then,” Touya instructs coldly, voice firm and void of any compassion, though it’s hard to miss the sadistic glint in his eyes, hard to ignore the way the corners of his lips quirk up in an ill-concealed smile.

The look Natsuo gives him is almost heartbreaking, a puppy looking up at its owner with its tail tucked between its legs, eyebrows knitted together so tightly they crease his forehead, a deep frown—no, pout—etched into his face as he gazes at his big brother, glazed stone eyes pleading.

“Nii-san, can’t we use—”

“No,” Touya cuts him off harshly, sapphire eyes flashing, and Natsuo flinches. “You’re fucking her on the Goddamn floor for all five—it’s part of your punishment,”

Natuso doesn’t argue, but his lips twitch, and his eyes blur, and his nose sniffles, and he gives his brother a curt little nod of understanding, head bowed in submission.

The hardwood is cold against your heated skin, and you exhale a hiss through gritted teeth as Natsuo positions you as gently as he can, one large palm cradling your head, the other positioned on your back, slight tremors running through his exhausted muscles as he reclines you.

A wrecked little whine pries its way past your lips as Natsuo pushes in again, face scrunching up as sharp, needle-like pinpricks shoot through your gut, your raw, sensitive cunt stinging as Natsuo’s cock reopens previous sutures, skin split further, wounds dug deeper.

The sound your skin makes as it scrapes against the hardwood from Natsuo’s clumsy bucks has all three of you cringing, a piercing squeal that only adds to the symphony of your sobs and Natsuo’s grunts, flesh inflamed and chaffed from being repeated rubbed against the surface.

It’s getting harder and harder for you to cum, even with the generous breaks Touya allows, sparks of pleasure faded to mere cinders now, each shallow drag of Natsuo’s cock causing both of your bodies to recoil, and it’s too much, too much.

“Please, nii-chan,” you beg in a tiny whimper, teary eyes flying to Touya’s face, partially shrouded in shadows as glowing sapphire gazes down at you in scrutiny. “S’enough now,”

“We’ve learned our lesson, p-promise,” Natsuo adds, nodding frenetically.

“P-Pinky promise, nii-chan, please, stop,”

Touya scoffs. “You wanted to cum, didn’t you?” he pauses, cobalt eyes darting between your faces, an eyebrow raising in question. “Well, now I’m allowing you to. Now you have my permission; the permission you knew you needed so bad, but refused to request,”

And it’s then that it dawns on each of you that he had heard the both of you, had heard the entire fucking conversation, while he was doing his work in the kitchen.

How could either of you thought that he wouldn’t? How could either of you been so fucking stupid? Nii-san knows everything—nii-san always knows everything.

“Please, please, we’re sorry, nii-san, we’re sorry,”

“We won’t ever do it again!”

The laugh that claws its way up Touya’s throat is soaked with ridicule, and he shakes his head, a gleeful little grin present on his lips, as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing, as if it’s so ludicrous it’s funny.

“Wait, wait, wait—let me get this straight…you two wanted it so bad, and now you have the balls to complain when nii-chan complies?”

His voice is painfully apathetic, almost nonchalant in a way, as if it makes no difference to him even though it so clearly does, or you and Natsuo wouldn’t be shivering messes of tangled limbs on the floor.

Excuses begin tumbling from two pairs of lips, words stuttered and choked on and sandwiched between pleads and apologies, jumbling together in a mess of garbled, wet, desperate sounds.

“Enough,” Touya growls, and both voices cut off in an instant. “I don’t want to fucking hear it anymore! Keep acting like ungrateful little brats and I’ll make this punishment longer, I swear to God,”

But you can’t halt the words bubbling up past your lips, regardless of Touya’s threat, regardless of the fact that you know he’s deadly serious. They’re compulsive, automatic, almost instinctual in nature as you seek out comfort, hunt for solace and fragments of relief in the hulking man blanketing you.

“I-I don’t wanna anymore, Natsuo,” you’re weeping into his chest, hot tears leaking from the corners of tightly shut eyes, streaming down the sides of your head and into your hair. “I don’t wanna,”

“I know, baby, I know,” Natsuo murmurs, though his bottom lip is beginning to tremble.

“Make him stop, Natsuo, make nii-chan stop,”

“I can’t,” his voice breaks on the word, facial features saturated in concern, in fear, wincing as if it physically pains him to deny you. “You know I would if I could,” he nearly whimpers, and his eyes search yours almost frantically, as if he’s begging you to understand. “But I can’t,”

But your head is shaking as you wail louder, fingers weakly curling against his skin, nails pressing into the flesh of his shoulders and clinging to him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Natsuo’s saying, the words cracking in his throat, voice hoarse. He pauses, clearing it twice, eyes closing briefly as he sighs out a slow, deep, stammering breath, gathering his strength. “One more after this, princess,” he begins as his hips start to speed up their rutting, procuring a yelp from you. “That’s it, jus’ one more after this one. C’mon, we can do it,”

“No, no, no,” you chant as pretty, gleaming tears roll down your face. And you can see it, the potent guilt swirling in his gunmetal eyes, from the way his pupils expand as they focus on the salt water sullying your cheeks, from the way his cock twitches despite it all. “I don’wanna, I don’wanna, stop, Natsuo, stop,”

His motions pause immediately, the moment the word falls from your lips, but he starts up just as quickly as Touya dictates from his spot on the mattress above.

“Stop, and I’ll add another two,” he promises, ruthless and unforgiving. Chills skitter along your glistening skin, erupting across your damp body at his tone. Both of you know he isn’t bluffing, that he’ll add as many orgasms as he wants to, and that he’ll continue to pull them from your fatigued and worn-out bodies one way or another, even if he has to do it completely by himself.

“Focus on me,” Natsuo instructs gently, though there’s a sense of urgency in his voice, a frenzied need to calm you down before Touya loses his patience completely. “I’ll take care of it, okay? Just focus on me, look at me,”

So you do, blinking the bleariness from your gaze as you direct all of your attention to him. And although there’s that ever-present guilt still swimming in his irises, in his unshed tears, there’s also love in his stare, so much love it’s nearly overflowing, overpowering the remorse and instilling a deep sense of comfort in your stammering chest.

Because at least you’re not alone in this; at least you have each other—each other to find comfort in, to cry and whine and beg with, to protect.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he’s whispering over your wails like a broken mantra, those tears that have been glazing his eyes, that have been collecting behind his lashline, finally beginning to fall.

His hips speed up, as fast as he possibly can as he gathers every last ounce of power and manages to wring another one out of you, another one out of himself, sore cunt clenching painfully around him, your fourth orgasm feeling as if it’s been punched out of you, despite the fact that Natsuo’s thrusts have been shallow.

And by the time your fifth orgasm rolls around, you’re nothing more than Jell-o in the shape of a human, though Natsuo’s not much better, barely able to move other than the uneven rutting of his hips, a crushing deadweight on top of you as his weary hips give pitiful little thrusts, pubic bone dragging across your hypersensitive clit, every tug against it ripping another ragged cry from your throat.

But you’re having trouble, both of you struggling to do anything other than feebly hump against each other, unable to secure enough strength to pump—to milk—that final orgasm out of yourselves, sniveling little protests punctuated by wrecked sobs leaking from your mouths.

Touya’s pissed—beyond pissed—sharp jaw clenching while seething insults burn his tongue and slice your skin, berating the both of you for being so fucking weak, so fucking pathetic, because he’s forced more orgasms out of the both of you before, so why is this so fucking difficult?

Touya’s too stubborn, and he refuses to end the punishment early irrespective of the fact that you’re both entirely drained, reminding you in a callous voice that you each must cum five times before it’s over while he aggressively roots through one of his desk drawers, snickering to himself when he finds what he’s looking for, hooking his index finger in it and pulling it out.

And the look on his face when he turns back to face you and Natsuo is positively petrifying, idly swinging the cockring around on his finger as his head tilts slightly, observing the both of you with that sharp smile you’ve come to know so well on his lips, eyes glittering with pure delight, features lit up with his own personal brand of sadistic excitement.

Natsuo starts to say something, voice forming around a word that sounds suspiciously similar to no, but he catches himself before it fully leaves his mouth, pressing quivering lips together tightly as he stares up at his brother with wet eyes.

Touya chuckles, raising an eyebrow with that trademark lopsided smirk, as if he’s challenging Natsuo to dispute him, to resist.

He doesn’t, of course, because he never would, but he does finally allow full shuddery sobs to escape his chest, Touya’s condescending shh’s and hush, now’s doing nothing to calm them as he slides the cockring on.

Natsuo nearly howls when Touya turns the tiny, pretty pink device on, his entire body jerking with that initial vibration.

“The faster you cum, the faster I’ll take it off,” Touya says calmly over the stifled little shrieks Natsuo’s continulously trying to swallow back down, nodding his understanding as he repositions himself between your thighs, holding his vibrating cock in one massive palm as he guides himself back into you.

And you want to tell him no!, don’t!, stop!, you want to shove him off, to kick and scream and beg and cry, but your heavy head sluggishly lolling from side to side seems to be all you can manage, words snagging in your throat, nothing more than incoherent babbling leaving your lips.

Because you can barely speak, barely think, barely breathe, vision fading in and out of focus as Natsuo rocks stuttering hips against yours, warm salt water rolling down the bridge of his nose, dripping onto your cheeks and mixing with yours. You’re both more each other, more one than two separate entities now, spit and cum and tears so interspersed you can’t tell which belongs to who anymore, limbs and fluids, thoughts and sounds, endlessly flowing into one another.

“Tell her to behave, Natsuo,” Touya barks, though there’s twisted amusement dancing in his eyes as he observes. “Tell her to finish the fucking punishment,”

And Natsuo, ever the perfectly trained pet, does as he says immediately.

“We can—We can do it,” Natsuo keens from above you, full body shudders wracking his hulking form, alabaster hair clinging to his forehead in uneven clumps, drenched in sweat as he forces words through his own bawling, hips grinding into yours. “We can do it, let’s be good for nii-san, yeah? L-Let’s make nii-san proud—c’mon, you wanna make him proud, don’t you?”

You do—of course you do. You never want anything else. But…But you’re not entirely sure you can, hiccupped sobs peppering your slurred words. Unconsciousness tugs at the edges of your hazy mind, whispers enticing promises of repose and relaxation as weighted eyelids begin to sag.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Natsuo cuts you off gently, shaky knuckles brushing against your cheek in a poor imitation of a caress. “I’ll do it, baby, I’ll do it,”

You don’t even remember cumming a fifth time, only a feeling of hot coals smoldering in the pit of your stomach, but you must have, because then Touya’s hooking his arms under Natsuo’s and dragging him off of you, propping him up against the side of the bed and kneeling as lithe fingers remove the toy from his cock.

And the sense of relief that seeps into your body and floods your veins is so intense it almost feels like a rush of adrenaline instead. You did it. You both did it. Finally, it is over.

Or so you and Natsuo thought.

—

Spikes of fear piece through his heart as Natsuo blearily watches Touya gather your limp body in his arms, hauling you up with a soft grunt.

And it’s astounding, the way you still curl into him, still seek that familiarity, that solace, in his chest, mumbled out honorific padded by hitched half-sobs as you cling to him. It’s astounding, because even after all he’s done to you, after everything he just put the two of you through, you will crawl back to him each and every time, over shards of glass on your hands and knees with his name on your lips—his name in devotion, in submission, in love—without a single question asked.

And Natsuo realizes that he would, too.

The thought inspires a bittersweet taste to settle on his tongue, like sticky toffee and black coffee, alien feelings swirling in his chest, clashes of consoling blooms of warmth and spiky shards of ice.

But Natsuo doesn’t have time to meditate on his newfound emotions, your faint pleas recapturing his attention.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Touya murmurs, large hands repositioning you.

And he really does sound sorry, even though Natsuo knows he isn’t.

“Wh-What are you…”

“It isn’t over yet,” Touya says simply, though the smile stretched taut across his face is severe, terrifying, azure eyes sparkling in merciless amusement at the horror that shows on Natsuo’s face when he realizes, eyes widening as they fill with thick tears again, bottom lip jutting out into an involuntary pout as panic surges through his veins.

His heart palpitates violently against his ribcage, tongue turned to cotton as worry signs itself in the creases of his forehead.

“Nii-san,” Natsuo begins cautiously, trying in vain to keep his voice steady. “I don’t think—I-I mean, is that really necessary?”

“Of course it is,” his big brother responds without looking at him, preoccupied with folding your lifeless limbs up, knees bent and pressed to your chest.

“Why?” the word slips out without Natsuo’s permission, grey eyes widening in shock as he swallows thickly, shaking his head a little as if to say I didn’t mean to!, though Touya doesn’t seem to mind.

“Because the overstimulation was her punishment,” Touya glances over at him, the amusement dancing in his eyes turned vicious as his smile stretches wider—so wide Natsuo’s surprised it doesn’t split his face clean in two—cruel and brutal. “This is yours,”

Natsuo isn’t quite sure he understands, brain doused in a thick fog and having difficulty grasping the concept, the knowledge of what his nii-san truly means turning to dense, ashy smoke any time he tries to grasp it, metaphorically slipping through his fingers.

But then you’re speaking again, and Natsuo’s head whips towards you, chest tightening at how completely wrecked you sound.

“No, please, no more,” the words gurgle in your throat, escaping as nothing more but jumbled, spit-soaked whines that have Touya chuckling as he shoves his cock into your aching little hole.

“You’re in no position to be making demands, princess,” he speaks through a patronizing pout, a mockery of your own expression, voice syrupy and supercilious. “If you weren’t such a needy little whore always desperate for a hard cock to grind on, this wouldn’t be happening,”

The words are spit in the same demeaning tone Touya had been using earlier, the same demeaning tone he always uses, and Natsuo’s powerless to stop the words flowing from his mouth.

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart,” he reassures you, though his voice cracks under the emotion, words wavering as his chin trembles.

“You’re right,” Touya muses, slight breathlessness the only indication that he’s railing the absolute life out of you. “It’s yours,”

And suddenly, Natsuo understands what nii-san had meant when he said this was his punishment.

Because he’s right.

It’s got to be the harshest punishment Touya’s ever bestowed on him.

Because it’s hard to watch the way your lax, abused body is forced to just take it, Touya’s thrusts so rough they jostle you up the mattress; even harder to hear as you bawl and beg and scream, and Natsuo’s nose twitches as the threat of new tears climbs up his throat, lodging in the column as he fights against them.

He feels sick, like some sort of depraved pervert, for the weak twitches his cock gives, for the faint embers that flicker in the pit of his stomach, igniting a dull blaze as he watches, almost entranced by the grotesque situation unfolding in front of him. He feels sicker, knowing that both of those would be stronger, much stronger, had Touya not forced him to fuck his entire soul into you.

And Touya—Well, Touya’s been hard from it all—high from it all—the whole time, and Natsuo can almost see the sheer power flowing through his veins, an aura that envelopes him, that radiates off of him in intoxicating waves, that licks at his skin like flames of blue fire. Natsuo bets—no, knows— it’s better than any drug Touya’s ever taken.

Protests marinate on his tongue, bitter and acidic, pleads of stop and enough scraping against the walls of his throat as he forcefully swallows them back down, emitting pathetic little whimpers in their place.

Because he knows if he starts, Touya will only make it worse for you, so he suffers in silence, readily agreeing with Touya every time he reminds Natsuo that this is all his fault and neither of you would be in pain if Natsuo could’ve just kept it in his fucking pants for a few minutes longer.

It hurts, because it’s true, nii-san’s words sending thick, piercing stakes spearing through Natsuo’s heart, through Natsuo’s very soul, straight to the core of his body. Acrid bile climbs up his throat as Touya’s moans mingle with your sobs, so exhausted that they’re barely more than little wheezes at this point. It’s abundantly clear that Touya doesn’t feel a shred of remorse, and that makes Natsuo feel even worse—if only he had said no, if only he had waited and asked, if only he had been stronger, you wouldn’t be suffering.

The tears collecting in the column of his throat sprout talons and claw their way up, past his steadily weaking resolve, prying their way through his lips in the form of jagged sobs.

It’s magnificent, really, the way Touya can render Natsuo a snotty, shivering mess with only a few choice words. And Natsuo—Natsuo only ever cries in front of his big brother, only ever cries for his big brother, full-on weeping that slashes through his sputtering chest, coughing around and choking on his own sobs of nii-san, I’m sorry!

But it ends eventually, finally, Touya tearing one last orgasm from you, gentle words contradicting his cruel, ruthless actions, murmurs of come on baby, just one more, one more for nii-chan. You can do this for nii-chan, can’t you? You can be a good little girl for me and cum one more time, right? lingering on his lips

And somehow, you find the strength to obey, to be his good baby, because you always do, entire body convulsing with a raspy shriek of the honorific, Touya praising you only moments later as his hips still and his cock pumps you full.

—

It’s cute, really, how fucked out the two of you are. Touya thinks you’re both so beautiful when you’re like this, with glassy eyes and tearstained cheeks, lashes clumped together with residual water and swollen faces stained with streaks of salt, all dazed and fucked and stupid for him, from him.

Natsuo’s doing better than you are, of course—Natsuo wasn’t subjected to being fucked again. But Natsuo still needs to rest, Touya softly tutting his tongue with a disapproving shake of his head as Natsuo attempts to aid him with your aftercare, movements clumsy as he stumbles to his feet, inept and awkward as he blunders towards you.

“No,” Touya’s large hands wrap around his younger brother’s shoulders, halting him, steadying him, forcing Natsuo to look at him. “You rest,” he instructs sternly, guiding Natsuo back to his previous spot and delicately depositing him onto the desk chair. “I’ll get to you in a minute, okay, Natsuo-kun?”

Natsuo hums out an affirmation, eyes closing briefly as Touya’s fingertips affectionately trace the curve of his cheek, palm patting it once.

It’s in moments such as these, nights after hours and hours of extreme punishment, that Touya automatically, perhaps unknowingly, slips into Big Brother mode, and you’re reminded of the age gap between them.

Because even though Natsuo’s bigger than Touya, taller than Touya, beefier than Touya, he looks so tiny under his older brother’s protective gaze.

You both must reek terribly, covered in drool and sweat and cum, must look like hot messes, strands of tangled hair saturated with salt and sticking to your cheeks, but your Touya-nii is still right there regardless, whispering the sweetest affirmations and the tenderest praises to the both of you as he wipes each of you down with a damp cloth infused with lavender, telling the both of you how good you did, how proud you made nii-san, how pretty both of you are.

Nimble fingers spend a decent amount of time rubbing soothing circles of moisturizing cream into each of you, your most sensitive skin rubbed raw, aching and puffy from such intense maltreatment, before Touya-nii dresses each of you in his softest, comfiest clothes, steady stream of pure, unadulterated love never stopping as it pours from his lips.

You’re all each other need, after all; because he loves you both more than he could ever put into words—and you each love him back just the same—and that will always be more than enough.

Touya reaches across your body, arm a pleasant, heavy weight as it rests on you, and runs slender fingers through Natsuo’s sweaty hair as you snuggle into your nii-chan’s chest, and Natsuo nearly mewls, nuzzling into his nii-san’s touch as Touya instructs the both of you to sleep, now, a film playing softly in the background as the three of you drift into unconsciousness together.

#todoroki touya x reader #dabi x reader #dabi smut #natsuo smut #todoroki natsuo x reader #AAAAAAAH jesus finally #this is A Lot lol #tw:incest #tw noncon

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no because being in an established relationship with bob and going to the hard deck as a couple for the first time after bob rambled to the group about how wonderful you were :(

and the group of course teasing you both whenever you showed signs of affection :( i want him so bad

oh my god oh my god oh my god that’s so fucking CUTE! this got me kicking my feet and giggling EEEEE

He would have his arm wrapped around your waist, his jacket on your shoulders. You’d walk over to everyone and he would introduce you and Hangman would just be like 😦 “Jesus Christ, I can’t believe our Baby on Board has his own baby.” Hangman has still doubted it up until this point.

Also, if you went separately, I could totally picture Hangman chatting you up, not know you were Bobs partner and I’d kill to see the look on his face when Bob comes along and kisses you aaaaaaah!

Bob would totally mention you to the group all the time. You’d only been going out a couple of months, but he would drop you into conversation all the time, Phoenix knowing the most. However, he never told you this, so when you finally come along to the Hard Deck, Phoenix pulls you aside and tells you, “you know he talks about you all the time? Never seen our Bob so happy. You’re the most wonderful thing in his universe.”

You look over to him on the opposite side of the bar and smile at him, hopelessly in love, and he gives you a cute lil wave back.

thank you so so much dear anon! 💌 this has made my heart MELT!!! a relationship with Bob makes me so :( 🥺 thinkin of this all night. please send more my dear! 💖

#bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #jake hangman seresin #💌you’ve got mail

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springmagpies · 4 years ago

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My Uncle Reacts to AoS Season 4

So, instead of getting chores done this morning, my uncle and I finished Season 4 of Agents of Shield. Here are his reactions! Enjoy! Fair warning, it is a long post because Steve had a lot of feelings.

4x01

Before the episode: I’m guessing Coulson was like “I got too close to the situation and could no longer be impartial.” And then he passed over the title of director to May or that general guy. Talbot! That’s his name.

He’s like ghost rider is all. Holy crap he is ghost rider! I didn’t realize he was marvel.

Why’d they have to break up the band?

I am concerned about the robots.

Well, ghost rider is badass.

4x02

“You’re an engineer Mack. And a small tank.” Bwhahahahahaha, that’s so true.

The director is Talbot. Ooooh, not Talbot. Someone new.

Oh, Daisy has a picture of Lincoln. I miss him.

May is not okay. May needs a nap.

I still can’t get over Mack offering that maybe they’re just ghosts. Fitzsimmons faces were amazing.

Mace is such a politician.

4x03

*Lincoln is mentioned* Owwwwwww

I love the Phil, Mack, and Fitz team up.

Wow, Fitz is badass this episode.

Okay, so Elena is amazing. That shot with the light was awesome!

4x04

Fitzsimmons moving in together, count me in.

I see where Daisy is coming from, but not awesome that she’s using her friends and then leaving.

Come on Daisy! Come home.

Heylo? Hahahahaha

Radcliffe, I don’t think telling the android it’s okay to lie sometimes is a good idea.

What’s that face she’s giving? Oh shit, is she feeling things? Is she feeling things for Fitz. That’s not good.

I don’t trust James. *moments later* Called it.

Yes, Mack, two fire dudes just fell into fireworks.

Jemma for sure knows she’s an android.

“I prefer a classical beauty myself.” Awww, Fitz.

4x05

Oh, Fitz, a high five will not fix her being mad at you. Trust me.

“I’m sure they have it under control.” *cuts to chaos* Okay, that’s the best transition of the whole show.

Robbie, please don’t go after that guy. Just keep going please. Dammit. Why can no one just follow instructions in Shield.

Way to go Jemma! But what happened with Mace?? What did he do?

May had a heart to heart with her and she’s still leaving? Is Daisy really going to leave after all of this? She can’t, right?

Robbies uncle is going to get sucked into that book. Yeah, look at his expression. That’s not good at all is it.

Well that senator sucks.

4x06

*Mace mad at Coulson* Daaaang

Fitz is so smart. He would be a millionaire if he was an inventor or something. But he just wants to help people.

Wait, shit, Eli is bad!

*Fitz, Coulson, and Robbie disappear* Oh no!!!! Wait, that’s how the episode ends! Noooo!!

4x07

Shit, where are they.

Oh, so that’s where they are. That’s not good.

“I have to phone Simmons to tell her... I’m in another dimension.” Bwhahahahaha oh no.

That’s not Mack. Holy shit!

“Oh Mack’s the ghost rider no big deal. But you can’t hear us.” Oh my god, these lines are amazing.

The dialogue this episode is fantastic.

No!!!!! Don’t give the darkhold to Radcliffe. He’s already so morally grey!!!

Fitz is going to hit Mace

Aww, Fitzsimmons

There’s some flirtation with Phil and Melinda going on.

Have we seen who’s in that photo Mack is looking at? Hope?

Oh hey Robbie, how was hell.

Ummm, is Aida building a brain? Is she corrupted. Yep. She’s corrupted. We’ve got a corrupted android. Great.

4x08

Coulson’s comedic timing is everything.

Oof, Robbie is not having a good time.

“Oh yeah, Fitz solved that” Of course he did. He’s Fitz.

*Badass Fitzsimmons duo scene* They truly are a dynamic duo aren’t they. That shot was awesome!

*Daisy looking at Robbie’s car* well, you’ve got a sweet car.

*Mackelena finally kiss* gasps. There it is!

*Aida kills Nathanson* Oh dears.

*Reveal that May is an LMD* Wait wait wait. Holy shit. Oh shit. Damn.

4x09

Aida’s so sweet to May. And she sweetly killed Nathanson like it was nothing. Not creepy at all.

Once again Mack’s lines are amazing.

Yeah, don’t attack the android guys. Not a good idea.

“Why would you want to hurt me Leopold.” Aaaah haaaa, umm. No.

“Well, Simmons has only been kidnapped twice on this planet.” Hahahahahahaha that’s hilarious.

Smart people are stupid. That’s amazing.

*Aida freezes may* AAAH, she doesn’t even know she’s a robot!

*Radcliffe reveal* O. M. G. He’s corrupted. He played them. Asshole. Dammit he read it for just a second! No!

This is a good part of the show! I’m really enjoying this.

4x10

What the heck’s in that brief case?

And Radcliffe is now super creepy.

Poor Fitz, he doesn’t know his friend totally betrayed him.

“I did this to protect you.” Awww, Fitz. I mean, let’s not make robots, but that’s still really sweet. He just wanted to protect Simmons and everyone.

*May wakes up* Jesus, god May. She’s a badass. Imagine waking up like that! God! That’s terrifying.

“I can’t help feeling like somethings off.” Yeah, May, you aren’t real.

Mace isn’t an inhuman! Oh damn.

*Fitz analyzing Aida’s head* Uh oh Fitz.

“Is it weird that I found that attractive?” Hahahahahahahaha. Fantastic.

*Coulson back in charge* hell yeah!

*May finds out she’s an LMD* Aaaaaaah! Well, that’s an existential crisis.

4x11

Does Radcliffe have more of them? Because he just happened to have May.

*May waking up over and over again* Feels like I’m watching The Good Place.

*Aida breaks a glass* That’s concerning that a robot would make a mistake like that.

*Hope reveal* Oh that’s awful! Poor Mack.

Whose the other LMD?

*Radcliffe LMD reveal* Ohhhh noooo. Poor Fitz.

4x12

Hey! I was wondering where the lanyard guys were!

“You’re going all Gollumy again” bwhahahahaha that’s amazing

“I’ve lost too much already, I’m not losing you.” Awww, Phil.

*Robo Radcliffe talks about Fitz’s past* Oh my gosh, that explains so much. Oh Fitz! Screw Fitz’s dad.

How many Koenigs are there?

Awww, baby Fitz!—Maggie

I bet that’s his real mom too!—Steve

Fitz and Simmons are cute!

*Philinda kiss* Noooo! She’s a robot!

“Sorry, you weren’t meant to last” Radcliffe you ass. You evil ass.

4x13

*Agnes reveal* Eeeek, creepy. That’s who she’s based on!

Wait, is she really Australian? Damn, she does a great American accent.

Mace really got the short end of the stick in a lot of this didn’t he.

*Shockley gets turned into an inhuman* Oooh shit.

Did they just put Shockley on the plane. The dude that blows up? Well, damn.

*Fitzsimmons realize Shockley is the bomb* Way to go dynamic duo. Now gooooo! Oh, they’re going. Simmons pushing Fitz is amazing.

Aaaaaah! Fitz! Fitz and Mace!

*Fitzsimmons hug* Awww. I know I’ve said it before but they’re cute.

Noooo! Mace! Shit they kidnapped Mace!

*Aida takes put on Agnes’s necklace* Ewwwww, creepy. Creepy creepy creepy! Aaah.

4x14

*The superior walking* He must have this ‘I’m so cool face’ on at all times.

Aww, is Radcliffe in there to be with Agnes. That’s so sad.

*Flashback with Phil and May* Aww, May is all playful. It’s before the sad times.

*Mace chained* that’s not great for your circulation.

They’re going to kill Mace. No, don’t kill Mace.

“Morales, you’re with me.” Uh oh, Morales. More redshirts with names making me nervous.

“You’ve enhanced yourself with alien technology.” Actually Fitz built his hand.

“Cool origin story, bro.” Okay, that’s incredible.

“Concern only slightly lessened.” Davis is just like ‘thanks dude.’ Fantastic.

Mack doesn’t need super powers to be a badass.

*LMD reveal* Holy shit. Holy shiiiit. They switched out all four of them??? All four??? Holy shiiiit. Fitzsimmons are all alone. Aaaahaaa.

“Even filth has a purpose.” Ewwww, and she’s leaning over him like that. So creeeeppyyy. Eewwww.

“He’s a shrink.” Oh awwww. It’s Andrew. She falls in love with him.

Well I guess Phil and Melinda’s robots can be together. Kind of weird but okay.

Oh my god, this is stressing me out!!!

‘Even filth has a purpose.” Gaaah, ewww. I’m still thinking about it.

So is Radcliffe even in control anymore? Or is he too preoccupied with the framework to care. Like, is Aida just doing whatever the heck she wants now because that’s unsettling.

4x15

Where are all of them? Oh they’re in the framework. Uh oh.

Ewwww, Aida is evil! He’s (Ivanov) alive and she’s cutting into him.

Aaah, they’ve got them surrounded. It’s so creepy.

This is some body snatchers shit.

*fitzsimmons LMD scene* *Steve biting his nails with wide eyes* oh my god that was awful.

*Steve rewinds to rewatch the LMD scene* they’re so good. And it hurt so much to see Fitz go so cold. Owwww. Because it was him and how he would act and then it just shuts off. Ugh, they’re so good.

*Jemma stabbing Fitz scene* Oh he’s thought about getting married. Oh my god, that’s so awful. So disturbing. That hurts. They’re so talented.

*Daisy LMDs* Ohhhh that’s so disturbing. This is all so disturbing. Oh my gosh.

*Daisy and Jemma scene* Awwww, they found the only other person to trust. That’s so sweet. Gosh, that was also a brilliantly acted scene.

They’re all such good actors. All of them.

God, this is all so disturbing.

*Aida kills Radcliffe* oh shit. Aaaaah. That’s so creepy.

“Because you and Fitz belong together.” Thats the truth.

“Their poor base” -Maggie

“And they just retiled the bathrooms.” -Steve

Ooh, quake jump, that’s so cool.

*Slow motion quake* That’s sooo badasssss!

*Davis flying the Zephyr* Aah, Davis. Careful. He just started training.

*LMD May blows up the base.* oooh ho. Damn.

“Lincoln?” Oh noooo. That’s awful.

*Ward reveal* Whaaaaat?

*Coulson reveal* Whaaaaaat?

*Mack reveal* oh nooo, he’s got his daughter.

*Fitz reveal* Whaaaaaat? But, damn.

*Jemma reveal* Whaaaaaaaaat? She’s in a grave? Who’s in the car with Fitz?

*May reveal* is she an avenger? *Hydra logo appears* Waaaaait. Whaaaaaaaaat?

What the hell is going on. What the hell? What is this place. Are they all evil? Some of them evil? Mack isn’t evil right?

*Ivanov’s head* Ewwww creepy.

Whaaaat the helllll. As Fitz would say *does Fitz impression* what the hell?

Dammit why do I have to put the kids to bed!! I want to watch the next episode!! Gosh dang it.

That’s disturbing count: around 15

4x16

“Skye?” Skye??? Skye!!!

*Logo* ooooh, agents of hydra

“You’re on another planet this morning.” Yeah, she is. No shit Ward.

*Daisy looks up Lincoln* Awwww. Owwwww.

*Jemma jumps from the grave.* Lucky she was in a shallow grave.

They’re having a bad week.

Vijay isn’t real. He’s at the bottom of the ocean.

*Ward punches Vijay* wait, did he want him to stop talking? Hmmm.

*Coulson class scene* Aaaahhaa that’s not awful at all.

*May Bahrain reveal* oh shit, it changed that much! Shit.

“We’ve got him doctor” Radcliffe? *Fitz reveal* Ooooh nooo! Noooo! Shit, noooo! Jemma died and he went all dark. Nooooo.

“It’s a magical place.” Oh damn!

“My father used to say...” Shit, does Fitz have his dad’s influence?????

*Ward double agent reveal* Ooooooh! Shiiit. That’s so interesting!!

“This isn’t the framework this is hell” Jemma’s so pissed.

“Drones, Dwarves. Whatever.” Awww, Jemma’s heart just broke right there.

Are they stuck in the framework! Well shit!

*Fitz and Aida kiss* Ewwww. I mean it makes sense in this world because of course she’s using Fitz but ewww.

She replaced Jemma with herself. That’s not creepy at all.

“Daisy?” Aaaah! He remembers!

This place is messed up! Interesting, but messed up!

4x17

“I make my own soap now.” Bwhahahahahaha. That’s amazing.

Aww, Mack has his daughter. And she’s adorable. Oh no!

Ophelia? Oooh, she’s got her own name.

“I’d cross the universe for you.” Ewwww! Noooo. He literally crossed the universe for Jemma.

*Fitz and Aida make out* *Maggie screams and Steve shivers* But why is Fitz so hot in the framework though—Maggie *Steve nods*

“The soap made me do it.” Bwhahahahaha

*Mace reveal* Aaaaah! Mace! He’s all gruff now and an inhuman! He got everything that he ever wanted.

“And we’ll make our society great again.” Ewwwwwwwhewe!

This is so interesting! I’m really liking it!

*Mack and hope get taken by Hydra* that’s so awful! That is so disturbing!

Coulson is so nerdy, I love it.

“You’re Daisy Johnson. We’re agents of shield.” Mack remembers.

*Revealed that Mack doesn’t remember* No! Shit.

*Fitz kills Agnes* *sharp intake of breath, Steve stays silent for a very long time.*

*Mack joins Shield* Good job Mack.

“How do you feel?”-Maggie.

Steve quietly: “sick.”

4x18

I love how Mace is all scruffy and his suits all scratched.

Aaah, evil Fitz makes me sad.

*Jemma seeing Mack and Hope* Yeah, it’s an oh shit moment.

“Tell your old man all about it.” *Steve gasps* Oh no.

“I don’t know the kind of man I’d be without you father.” “That’s why I’m here.” Yep, to brainwash him.

TRIP!

*Brainwash room* Oh no! It’s the other kid too! No!

MACE! Noooo! Why would Aida do that. She’s so evil.

That’s so messed up.

*May used Terrigen on Daisy* Yes. Good job May. And hopefully it’ll heal her in the process.

4x19

Ha, Bakshi has a tv show.

Aww, mace is dead. He was a good man.

*Daisy quakes Aida out a window* *Steve laughs* That took her by surprise didn’t it.

“It’s like sipping poison...” Mmm, Fox News.

“You’re the new head of hydra” Yikes.

*Ward throws remote* Umm, you guys have limited remotes!

*Steve pauses show* I don’t like any of this. It’s interesting but I hurt inside. It hurts that Fitz is evil. Mace is dead. Agnes is dead. Radcliffe is in prison. May was evil. I’m sad.

Aww, Coulson all of a sudden became that paternal leader.

Wait, so she totally used Fitz in like every way. What a jerk.

Trips the best.

Sorry Ward. She wants to feel bad for you but she can’t.

So much Scottishness this season. I love it.

*Radcliffe yells at Alistar* yep, because you’re a worthless asshole ya jerk. Oof, he just throat punched Radcliffe.

Aww, Coulson is coming into his own.

“When this is over-“ Do I get Skye! “Do I get my Skye back?” Called it!

I liked that scene with Grant. It was the redemption that the other Ward didn’t deserve but this one did. It was nice. Also really well acted.

“Hydra giving alternative facts.” Ooooh, they’re calling them out. They are so not fans of Trump and it’s amazing.

*Coulson on the news* This is Shield’s please vote! Please vote.

That was amazing.

4x20

Yeah, I hate all of this.

This all hurts.

*Fitz talks to Radcliffe* Come on Radcliffe, please don’t betray us. Please.

*Jemma kills Alistair* Well, that’s not going to help us.

“I’m sure everything is fine.” It is not. Simmons killed Fitz’s dad.

I hate this. It’s fascinating and I hate it. She’s just made him mad. God, no.

*Trip saying goodbye* Awww, this hurts. He’s goneeee in our world. Whyyyyy.

Is Aida trying to build her spine *body being built on the other side* Ohhh. Damn.

*Coulson gets shot* SHIT

*Coulson wakes up* You’re going to have to fight a killer robot, Phil.

*May wakes up* Awww she did it! She followed him!!

*Radcliffe redeems himself* Yes! Radcliffe! Yes! Thank you!

*Fitz falls through* Thank God!

Thank you Radcliffe.

*Mack not coming with* Maggie, I really don’t like this.

Oh gosh, Fitz is so freaked out. They’re all so freaked out. Aaah, Aida!

*Aida and Fitz teleport* Well that was unexpected.

I feel really ill. Like, this hurts a lot. I hurt a lot.

It’s like The Red Wedding but drawn out over 4 episodes and I hurt.

4x21

Before the episode: I came into the framework so optimistic and it crushed me. Like I thought May was an avenger and then it was like hahaha pain.

Oh yeah! And then she teleported with Fitz. JERK!

Fitz really got screwed by the framework didn’t he.

*Coulson kills Robo Ivanov with a shield* WOAHHH!!! That was amazing! ...and disturbing.

*Coulson recounts what happened with Robbie Reyes* BWHAHAHAHAHA. It sounds so ridiculous when you recount it but it’s so amazing watching it.

Will she stop teleporting Fitz! He already feels sick!

Yeaaaah, giving Fitz his abuser back and replacing the woman he loves with yourself is not what would make him happy Aida!

“If he wanted to kill us he could just flood the place. Why is he stalling.” TO FLOOD THE PLACE, PHIL!

“I drank the bottle of Haig” “you piece of—“ *Steve can’t stop laughing*

*Mack almost drowning* Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. OH SHIT.

*Fitz and Aida rescuing mack* THANK GOD.

*Jemma shoots Aida* well, yeah.

*Jemma shoots Fitz* Love ya Fitz, sorry man.

“What do we do with Fitz?” Talk to him!!

“I’m just like Ward.” Oh ho, that hurts.

“There’s only room in my heart for her.” YES! Oh shit, Aida’s not happy.

OH SHIT!

NO DAVIS! DAVIS!

*Toddler starts crying IRL over a toy* Now imagine if we gave her powers.That’s what’s happening with Aida.

*Fitzsimmons pod scene* oww

*Yoyo plugs herself into the framwork* This is a mess.

*Aida throws bottle in anger* His vodka!

*Aida and Ivanov scene* Aaah! Inhuman robot sex. Oh. Nope. Murder.

*Robbie comes back* Welcome back buddy! SHIELD shit has hit the fan.

4x22

“How do we kill Aida?” Hell chains? I’m thinking hell chains.

*Robbie waiting for Shield* Hello, back from another dimension? No way, us too!

Well Radcliffe is screwed if the framework is falling apart.

“I’ll talk to him. He’ll remember me.” No he won’t Elena. Wish he would though.

*Robo!Daisy shoots Talbot* *Steve sits with his mouth open* NO!! I mean, he could be annoying but he was a good man! And he’s been around since season 1!

“There’s a pulse.” How? Yay! But how?

“Once you say you can’t stop me. Well—“ it’s like when you say you feel safe on Survivor and then get voted off the island.

*Daisy & Robbie team up* Boom bitches!! That was super cool!

Mack’s not going to leave until Hope de-materializes. And that sucks ass.

“Robot May was much more supportive.” HA! That’s amazing.

EVERYTHING’S A MESS AND EVERYONE IS HURT AND DIE AND PAIN AND OWW AND THINGS.

Maggie: “What?”

Steve: “You heard me.”

*Aida kills LMD!Jemma* WHAT! What the hell? I feel so sick. Oh thank god she’s an LMD! But I feel ill.

Eeeewwwww the kiss Aida gave Fitz on the cheek is so disturbing.

*Jemma shoots Aida* YES! AWESOME!

*Coulson ghost rider reveal* HOLY SHIT THAT’S AMAZING! I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER!

*Aida dies* Well that was awesome and terrible and poor everyone.

They really do a great job of making you feel sick don’t they.

*Mack and Hope scene*

Maggie: “you okay?”

Steve: *wipes away tear* no.

Wait, is there more to Coulson’s deal with the Ghost Rider?

“Gave me a glimpse of the life I could have here.” Oooh! Mack and Elena! She did almost die for him. They’re in love.

*Robbie having to leave* He and Daisy couldn’t like kiss before he left? No? Fine.

*Daisy speech to Fitz* someone hug him, please!

*Diner scene* Whaaaat?

We’re in space next season!!?? Whooo!!

They’re all so messed up after all of this. I feel messed up after all of this.

#steve reacts to aos #personal nonsense #agents of shield #season 4

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asktheheirofslytherin · 4 years ago

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Ah! Almost! Actually, no, I count it a win for you because when I asked I said spider and not arachnid. Jumping spiders are overcaffeinated. They are very chatty and switch the topic of the conversation so quickly that it's difficult to keep up with them. And jump around so fast that they basically teleport. Basically little fluffy headaches. But they're adorable and can take down preys that are huge compared to their body size. I have a lot of them in my house.

But the most difficult arachnid I ever talked to were the daddy longlegs, or harvestmen. For reference, "the infernal fluffballs". They are very cute, but Jesus Christ it is like babysitting a thousand of panicking 5 years old with the attention span of a goldfish all at once.

Story time: I was asked to help with an infestation of harvestmen. No probs, I thought. Spooders are very accomodating, especially if you tell them that they are in danger there where they are. So I got into that place with a huge bucket and asked them (they were all fluffed together) if I could move them, because they were in human territory. Took a while to make them understand, but they agreed. I asked if I could just pick them all up and put them into the bucket and they said yes. Easy peasy, I thought. Except that the MOMENT I touched them they EXPLODED in any direction, SCREAMING in panic. Thousands and thousands of spiders running everywhere, on me and on the aurors with me.

Imagine hearing thousands of voices screaming "AAAAAAAH OMG AAAAAAAAHH RUN FOR YOUR LIVES".

And I was just. Guys. Chill down. It's ME.

Ok, I thought that maybe touching them startles them. So I calmed them down and asked them if they could go inside the bucket on their own, please. They said yes. And didn't move. I asked again, and to give an example put a couple of them inside. FINALLY they started going inside the bucket, exept that they didn't also stay inside. They got in, and got out on the other side.

After almost an hour of this shit the aurors were like "Are you sure you speak to those things...?".

And I was like "Yes, I can, I SWEAR it's not my fault!".

That was a looooong afternoon.

That was...quite the tale. Amusing, though. I laughed. It has been a stressful day, so thank you for this.

Our of curiosity; what are the easiest spiders to speak with? What is the most interesting conversation you have held with a spider?

#voldemort #spiders #i loved that story so much #and im no big spider fan #i tolerate them #because i know they're nice #but #something about them #i keep my distance #Anonymous

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janiedean · 5 years ago

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tagged by @bluetheon ty!!!

rules: pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. don’t cheat. tag 10 (or however many) people.

1. deadwood

2. the wire

3. lost

4. sex ed

5. breaking bad

who is your favorite character in 2?

OMAR OMAR OMAR AND DID I SAY OMAR but mcnulty and stringer were a soldi 2 and 3

who is your least favorite character in 1?

cy tolliver and not just because he was an ass but because he was there to not have character development and who cares. team al for liifeeeeeeee

what is your favorite episode of 4?

HMMMMMMM THE SEASON 2 FINALE FOR OBVIOUS REASONS MY FRIEND

what is your favorite season of 5?

oh god it’s hard because they were all a banger but I think the last one counting 5a and 5b as one season T_T

who is your favorite couple in 3?

... jack/boone, to NO ONE’S SURPRISE most likely but talking about canon couples then desmond/penny

who is your favorite couple in 2?

the wire wasn’t really a show for shipping tbh but I kinda crackshipped mcnulty/omar ad stringer/mcnulty for the hatesex lmao

what is your favorite episode of 1?

AAAAAAAH OH GOD DEADWOOD IT’S SO HARD OUT OF THE REGULAR EPS DEFINITELY A CONSTANT THROB THOUGH NO OTHER SONS OR DAUGHTERS IS ALSO A BANGER AND THE S2 FINALE ALSO WAS AMAZINGBALLS but like... the movie counts as one? because... maybe... then it could be the movie for how good it was but if we’re only counting the regular series then a constant throb 100%

what is your favorite episode of 5?

oh god it’s been years and honestly I binged not counting the last season but if I had to pick I would probably be absolutely basic and go with ozymandias or fly, but also full measure

what is your favorite season of 2?

the wire? oh god. hahaha. tie between S4 and S1 like S4 is OBJECTIVELY the best of the show but S1 has stringer T__T that said of all of the wire is top tier uu

how long have you watched 1?

since I caught up with it in like 2010 and I lived in WHEN DO WE GET THE ENDING limbo ever since

how did you become interested in 3?

a fandom friend was VERY MUCH into it and said she think I’d like it when I was like... just out of high school, I tried it out, SHE WAS 100% RIGHT BECAUSE IT WAS MY SHIT

who is your favorite actor in 4?

eeeeee not counting gillian anderson because EASY ANSWER, honest i think they’re all great and I wasn’t into it FOR THE ACTORS but like sticking to acting I think emma mckay/ncuti gatwa/connor swindells but tbf I also like asa butterfield a lot (he starred in one of my comfort movies okay T_T) - sorry I cheated lmao

which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

DEADWOOD DEADWOOD ALWAYS DEADWOOD FOREVER DEADWOOD

which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3

... lost has more episodes than deadwood, so... basic maths xD

if you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

from sex ed? jesus christ I don’t wanna be a teenager again ever and not a parent either but I guess jean if it means I get to bang hot swedish carpenter

would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

lost and sex ed...?

I’m imagining jean stranded on the island giving everyone sex therapy including the smoke monster and now I physically need it to happen

pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple?

deadwood? everyone was shippable with everyone but I’mma go with my crack al/merrick for the cinnamon roll bathed in the blood of the beef potential

overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5?

... lost was my first fandom and I loved it but breaking bad hands down lmao

which has better theme music, 2 or 4?

THAT’S HARD bc sex ed has an excellent sdt BUT the wire had that banger tom waits opening, STEVE EARLE, introduced me to the pogues and was generally out of this world good when it comes to stuff that caters to my tastes and for the stuff that wasn’t it was still objectively very well-picked therefore the wire

aaaand hm tagging @lordhellebore @ghostlovesc0re @feanoriel @myrxellabaratheon @ivory--and--gold and whoever else wants to :)

#anyway: WATCH DEADWOOD

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how-to-survive-a-factory-tour · 5 years ago

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How To Survive A Factory Tour - Chapter 15

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory FanFiction

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By the time the elevator stops, I feel like I’m going to puke. I hardly paid attention to what Wonka was telling us about all the rooms we passed, too busy counting myself through breathing exercises. Travelling that fast without safety harnesses has to be illegal.

I stumble out the glass death trap, taking a deep breath. I jump a little as a hand is put on my shoulder, but relax as the person speaks.

“You okay?” Roman asks. I nod.

“Y-yeah, just a little shaken from the ride…” I stand up straight, fiddling with my hood strings. I finally get a good look at our surroundings when we do so. “Uh… where are we?”

There aren’t any windows, the only light sources being fire-lit torches on the walls. And speaking of the walls, they’re made of rocky uneven chocolate. In front of us, on the ground, are tracks leading off deep into the caverns.

“I said earlier, we’re in the Rock Candy Mines!” Wonka responds. “Here, hundreds of Oompa Loompas are mining through this chocolate in order to excavate clumps of rock candy, which are driven out in mine carts, and taken to other rooms in the factory. Say, how about we hitch a ride in the mine carts? They’ll help us get deeper in the mines much quicker than if we walk.”

He goes over to the rails and pulls a lever beside them. About two minutes of standing in awkward silence later, a chain of mine carts zooms into view. They stop as they reach the end of the track.

“Hop on in, everyone!” Wonka climbs into the back cart. Ethan hops in the one in front of him, then me, and Roman takes the one at the front. Once we’re all securely in, Wonka leans over and pulls the lever again. There’s a pause… before we shoot off.

I cling to the edges of the kart, praying I don’t fly out of it. This is just as bad as the lift, Jesus!

Roman lets out a whoop in front of me. What the hell, dude?! WHAT SINGLE PART ABOUT BEING HURLED IN A DEATH TRAP WITH NO SEATBELTS DESERVES A ‘WHOOP’?!

I’m gonna throw up, I am 100% going to throw up. I’ll try not to do so all over Roman, but given he’s right in front of me, and I’m too terrified of losing my head if I lean over the side, he’s right in the firing zone. So… good luck, Roman. It’s not my fault, it’s Wonka’s for almost definitely violating OSHA requirements.

Then finally, after god knows how long, the carts slow and pull to a stop. Roman, Ethan and Wonka hop out, while I more so crawl, knuckles white.

“When we leave here, can we walk? Please?” I ask.

Wonka shrugs, picking up one of the flaming torches from the wall to carry with him. “Sure, if you want to spend an hour walking.”

Roman shakes his head. “No way. We have walked enough.”

You know, there are some times when I really hate him and want to punch him in his perfect fucking face. This is one of those times. I’d take walking over those mine carts any day.

Wonka starts leading us even deeper into the caves, and begins explaining the process of how the rock candy is mined. I kinda stop listening after a bit. This is the most boring part of the tour so far, to be honest. It’s just a bunch of Oompa Loompas mining candy with pickaxes. Nothing particularly special or extraordinary like the rest of the factory.

My mind starts to wander. I wonder what Thomas’ doing right now…? Probably either editing his video at Remy’s place or at home. Remy’s either at home or at Starbucks. Mom’s probably still at work.

Aaaand now my mind’s wandering to Patton and Logan again. Right now, Patton could have been ripped to shreds by the whales, or drowned in lemonade… Logan could have exploded in a mess of juice, or ripened so that he’s stuck as a giant ball…

If he does get stuck, I wonder what will happen to him? Will he be kept in the factory? Or will he go home and just sit around there for the rest of his life, having to rely on his friends and family to take care of him? Either way, sounds horrible…

Ugh, I need to stop this! I need to stop thinking of the worst case scenarios for those two. Come on, Virgil, distract yourself, there’s gotta be something you can distract yourself wi-

… Where the hell is Roman?

Here I am, walking along with Wonka and Ethan, but Roman is nowhere to be found. Oh god, did something happen to him? Are Ethan and I gonna be left alone as the last tour members?! No way in hell! Roman is not fucking dying on me t-

“Psst! Virgil!”

I pause, turning around. Roman is still here and alive - thank god - and standing just around a corner down another route in the cave. He gestures for me to follow him down it, a wide grin on his face. I look back at Wonka and Ethan. They’re just wandering on down, not even noticing Roman and I lagging behind. Well, we probably shouldn’t stay behind and get lost. I don’t particularly want to end up like Patton and Loga-

Aaaand I have no choice in the matter as Roman is dragging me along with him anyway. Great.

“Dude, do you really think leaving Mr Wonka is a good idea?” I hiss at him, trying to pull my arm from his grip, but there’s no budging. Why does he have to be so strong?

“Sorry, Virge, but you have to see this! It’s awesome!” Roman squeals, practically breaking into a run. I do the same, not wanting him to rip off my arm by going too fast.

We continue through the tunnel for a minute or so longer, before Roman slows to a stop. We’ve reached the end of this cavern, and are stood in the mouth of a large cave.

And in this cave, fast asleep, is a fucking dragon .

It sounds insane, I know, but there it is, right in front of me. It seems to be made of a mix of boiled and rock candy, and is a reddish-pink colour, with a black stomach and horns. Instead of snoring, it lets out occasional small growls, showing off its long sharp teeth.

Welp, this is the most terrifying thing I’ve seen all day.

I turn to Roman, whispering, “Let’s get the fuck out of-”

“I’M GONNA FIGHT IT!”

“What?!” Wait, no, Virgil, don’t yell, no matter how stupid Roman is, you don’t want to wake the dragon.

“I’m gonna fight it! Just like the Philip in Sleeping Beauty…”

“Are you insane?” I hiss.

“Oh, come on, Virgil, I do fencing, I am skilled with a weapon. Speaking of…” He walks up to a pile of something in the corner and- HOLY SHIT IT’S A SKELETON. It is literally a pile of bones with a sword through the chest!

Roman pulls the sword out. “Here! I have a weapon! I’ll be fine.”

I look between him, the sword, the skeleton, and then back to him. “You are going to get yourself killed.”

Roman just chuckles, flashing me an a-million-dollar smile. “Just watch me.”

And with that, he sprints toward the dragon, sword raised.

“ROMAN!”

My cry doesn’t wake the dragon, but Roman piercing the sword into its eye certainly does. It jolts awake with a howl, before thrashing around until the sword is flung from his eye, heading right at Roman, who… catches it with ease?

...Whoa.

Roman goes running at the dragon again, letting out a battle cry. Thanks to the dragon being blind in one eye now, Roman is able to land quite a few initial hits while it’s finding its feet. It’s honestly incredible.

Extremely anxiety inducing, sure, but incredible.

The dragon soon spies Roman out of its one working eye, pupil narrowing on its target. It raises its tail in the air, letting out a roar, before slamming it down. Luckily, Roman dives out of the way just in time, slickly going into a forward roll and jumping to his feet, before leaping back into action.

I know fully well I should be running off to find Wonka and beg him to save Roman from the biggest mistake of his life. But… Roman actually seems to be handling this pretty well. Like, I could actually see him as a Disney Prince. He just needs the outfit, then he’ll be fully the part of a dashing, handsome prince…

… Did… I just call him handsome? And dashing?

...What?

“Virgil! Watch this!”

OKAY, Virgil, ignore the weird thoughts and focus back on the situation- ROMAN, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ON THE DRAGON’S BACK?!

He’s just stood there, gripping one of the dragon’s spikes to stay in place as it thrashes around, trying to throw him off. He’s just grinning smugly, raising his sword in victory, despite the fact that the dragon’s still alive is directly contradicting the idea he’s won. So, instead of being a celebration of success, it just comes across as a really fucking stupid move.

Suddenly, the dragon stops thrashing. It growls, opening its mouth, a bubbling sound coming from the back of its throat.

And that’s when I remember the biggest defining feature of dragons: fire breathing.

Oh dear god.

The dragon raises its head, mouth opening even wider. A jet fires out into the air…

Only its not fire. Whatever this dragon is breathing is a golden brown liquid, as it falls back down, splattering on the ground. A bit lands in front of me, and I bend down, tentatively poking it. It’s not burning or painful, and whatever it is, It’s starting to harden already. Kinda reminds me of caramel…

Oh wow. This dragon breathes caramel. That’s actually pretty cool. And thankfully less deadly.

“What on earth is going on?!”

Wonka’s come in, Ethan beside him. And apparently the one second I’m turned away from Roman to see them arrive is the only second needed for something to go wrong.

“What the- AAAAAAAH!”

I turn back around to see Roman falling to the floor, the sword slipping from his grip. As he lands on his stomach with an ‘oof’, the weapon clatters away from him.

Wonka pulls out a walkie-talkie, muttering into it. “Oompa Loompas to the Dragon’s Lair. Bring tranquiliser guns.”

Roman recovers and starts dragging himself over to the sword. However, as he does, the bubbling sound comes from the dragon’s throat as it starts to prepare another caramel blast. Roman reaches for the sword as the dragon opens its mouth, aiming at him.

“ROMAN, LOOK OUT!”

Right as I cry, the dragon fires, and caramel covers the fallen prince.

Oh god. Oh Jesus Christ.

There are footsteps as Oompa Loompas run into the room, all with guns. They aim them at the dragon and fire. In seconds, it’s fast asleep.

I tentatively walk over and kneel beside Roman’s caramel covered form. I poke it. It’s dried, he’s stuck in the solid casing.

“Roman….? Can you hear me?”

There’s a pause, before a muffled scream comes from inside the caramel casing.

Well… at least he’s still alive?

Wonka turns to one of the Oompa Loompas. “Break Mr Prince off the floor and take him to the Caramel Carving Room, please. Make sure you break him out before he runs out of oxygen in there.”

He could run out of oxygen?!

Oh fuck, oh god…

A group of Oompa Loompas run over and push me back from Roman. One has a hand cart, presumably what they’ll use to take Roman from the room. As they start to break him off the floor, music starts to pick up, until all the Oompa Loompas burst into song.

“Roman Prince, the arrogant pest He’s always proclaiming that he’s the best We hope he likes the smell of caramel As it will infect his final breath

Roman Prince, ego way up far His maddening mantra was “I’m the star!” But now say goodbye to the title role As he takes his final curtain call

Yes, now he’ll join the other two From the tour ejected Will he survive the tragedy? Or will corpses be collected?

One drowned whale food All eaten up One stuck as fruit Or has blown up Now Roman’s joined the two of them And he may surely meet his end

Roman Prince, the pompous bitch Will soon develop a nasty itch We’ll soon hear the twit screaming from in the food As his oxygen store runs out for good!”

And with that, the Oompa Loompas wheel Roman the caramel statue from the cave. They really saved the worst song for him…

“Hm. That’s odd. They usually don’t use such foul language,” Wonka says. “Anyway, shall we move along?” And with that, he skips from the cave.

I just kinda shuffle behind him and Ethan. I can’t take this. I cannot take this, not anymore. All three of my brand new friends could be dead. I feel like I’m going to be sick. And heading back to the door to the room on the mine carts doesn’t help. By the time we’re back in the corridors, I’m trembling from head to toe.

“Right! Where shall we go to next…?” Wonka wonders aloud. “I think the Television Room is just down the hall, as is the Coconut Ice Rink. What would you two prefer?”

Okay, Virgil, tell him your sick of this. Tell him you don’t want to spend any longer in this death-trap, you just want to see your friends be saved and make sure they’re okay, and then go, leave, get out of this torture chamber-

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

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Roman is no longer available for asks

Taglist:@clone-number-1, @pumpkinminette, @i-have-n0-idea-what-im-d0ing, @jessicakennedy957, @why-should-i-tell-youu2, @dont-lose-urhead

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0utpost-alpha · 6 years ago

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Red vs Blue S17:E12 - Theogeny Thoughts

FIRST MEMBER SPOILERS BELOW

So we’re starting off with Grif on the obstacle course from Hell.

Grif wanting his initials on the scoreboard to be ASS is beautiful.

Big brother Grif to the rescue!

Oh shit, are they pulling a Bruce Banner/Hulk with Doc and O’Malley

Wash loading a bullet for each of his fallen friends 😭

BAMF DOC!

Jesus fuck Kai what did you do

Oh no Kai baby

The fuck Grif what’s your damage!?

Oh YAY real Grif to the rescue!

HE WASN’T DRAFTED! GRIF WASN’T DRAFTED! HE FUCKING ENLISTED TO RUN AWAY FROM A SHITTY HOME LIFE! WE FINALLY HAVE THE REAL FACTS GUYS!

What an amazing Grif Sibling moment

Sarge: “Smoke em if you got em, Sarge” hey how, no need for that Genkins language

Finally on to Simmon’s Labyrinth

Aaaaaaaaand they turn his into a giant joke. Figures. *sigh* Well, we got some good Donut and Grif centric shit these last few seasons so I can’t complain. Maybe Simmons will get his next season.

Tucker had a panic attack 😭

Grif smacking Kai for fucking with Tucker gives me life

And we get completely cockblocked on Caboose’s Labyrinth. Not gonna lie, I’m little disappointed on how this seasons has glossed over Cabooses character during certain scenes. But, I also understand that they’re taking the time to focus on characters that haven’t had a chance to shine in the spotlight, so I can’t be too upset. I still feel like they could have had something more than “I was hungry”, as a labyrinth for him.

Grif and Sarge both agreeing they want nothing to do with Carolina’s Labyrinth 😱

Awww yeah KICK YOUR ASS CAROLINA!

AAAAAAAH! THE MOI!!!

Not gonna lie, I almost expected past Carolina to pull Epsilon out at the last second and throw our Carolina completely off guard.

And the power of friendship wins

Oh hey Labyrinth AI

Genkins- AH LABYRINTH HAS THE CLUB!

FUCK HIM UP!

THEY ALL HAVE CLUBS! I love it!

Oh. Well shit.

Genkins: “HOW ARE YOU LIKE THIS!? HOW DO YOU DO IT!?” Sheer dumb luck, bro. You should know. You’ve lived out the whole series.

Oh hey, Lopez is alive. Called it.

Lord what a psychopathic laugh.

I’m actually kinda gonna miss Genkins.

“Only one paradox left to go.” Fuck.

Excuse me?! I did not ask for this beautiful sad music during this moment!

Caboose: “As long as it’s not Tuesday between 1 and 12” What kinda plans you got then, buddy?

Im actually surprised Grif still wants pizza after all that.

Wait, so no Donut next season? :(

Poor Lopez, as if he hasn’t seen enough shit already.

Sarge: “You know it’s a real shame I don’t speak Spanish?” GRIF DOES!

A bit lackluster for a Season finale, the most exciting moment being Carolina vs Carolina but as far as wrapping up stories go, I think Jason and Miles did a fantastic job concluding Joe’s. This season finally got Donut the recognition he deserved and also fillled in a few of the series plot holes.

I don’t know if Jason will be working on the next season or not, but if he is, I look forward to seeing what kind of story he has cooked up for the Reds and Blues.

#red vs blue #rvb17x12 #theogeny #rvb #rvb spoilers #rvb s17 spoilers #red vs blue spoilers #first member spoilers #first member #17x12 #singularity #red vs blue: singularity

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ruiojousama · 6 years ago

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Rockstar! Cor x Loqi AU

This has long been in our prompts. Collaborating with @moonraccoon-exe for this is one of the best things ever!

It took me quite a while to post this, but I hope you guys enjoy this extremely long (but fuilfilling) read and the illustrations!

Headcanons:

First things first: Rockstar!Corqi. Aye.

Not so surprisingly, our Loqi is a self-proclaimed NUMBAH ONE FAN; but he is in hiding ‘cause of his family standing. Can’t really have his parents catch him being a rock/metalhead now, can he?

Loqi is, as usual, the son of a high-society family. His entire life revolves around high-society stuff (parties, school, friends, etc.). Hence why it would be ludicrous and scandalous if he was to come out as enjoying of such things like rock and metal bands (people in tight leather pants, piercings, tattoos, and crazy haircuts, sweating and screaming and singing and jumping on a stage with a bunch of noisy screeching smelly mentally ill teens that apparently hit each other as a hobby? EW, SOOOOO UNREFINED AND SAVAGE!).

Guess Loqi enjoys that sort of music both just because he connects with it, and because usually rock & metal tend to be aggressive. So it’s sorta perfect for him to vent his own aggressiveness through it.

Besides, he could NEVER talk about it to anyone; not only is that music unaccepted and seen as unrefined and savage among his family and social circles, it just so happens that his favorite artist is a Lucian. Loqi could NEVER IN LIFE talk about such a HORRIBLE thing!

((Niflheim and Lucis aren’t at war, but there’s still that tension/arrogance from the high-class Nifs to look down on the Lucians))But despite the secrecy, he has like, 20 posters of him and his band. Photo albums and newspaper clippings.

Loqi has a secret /panic/ room where he hides everything. Sometimes sleeps in it, hugging a custom dakimakura (A/N: I’m laughing cos I remember Matt Mercer and his dakimakura in Critical Role [Coon here: LMAO OMG RUI XD]).

Posters, photo albums, newspaper clippings, magazine covers, his Cor dakimakura (...I mean we can’t blame him), heck, Loqi probably has the goddamn action figurines. Or nitotans and custom plushies.

Let’s talk about Cor. Rockstar Cor.

Cor in even more/more stylish black clothes. Cor….WITH EYELINER.

Cor sings. You wouldn’t believe it from him because he may come off as too serious, but Cor has ONE DAMN GOOD VOICE, especially for the rock/metal genre.

Cor’s actually a good performer; as in, he doesn’t just have the voice, he does great on the stage too. Public never grows bored.

Can we imagine a smirking singing Cor that’s sweaty from the 1.40 hours of concert and the spotlights, thank you.

Cor is sexy. And he KNOWS THAT.

Being a musician since like age 20, Cor has gone the ages being praised and adored by the public both as a musician and due to his looks. 25 years into the praise, you can tell someone’s raising some ego (A/N: You know, like Hyde or godsdamn Gackt).

Now the juicy part of this; the story.

Cor and his band are going to tour and they opened some dates in different Niflheim cities.

Let me say that again in Loqi language.

COR AND HIS BAND ARE COMING HERE OHMFYGODAJW DNJDSJFN CORANDHISBANDARECOMINGINEEDTOGO OH GODS HELP ME IAMSOFUCKEDTHISISTHEBESTDAYOFMY/L I F E/

Loqi has luck he has that safe room, he has somewhere to scream without freaking his parents out.Loqi bought the tickets as soon as they were available.Loqi is seated on his chair, like both hands and feet on it like a damn gargoyle, intensely staring at the computer screen’s clock, so he can SMASH THAT REFRESH BUTTON as soon as midnight hits so he can be the very FIRST to get a ticket for the concert.HE. HAS. TO. GO.

He KNOWS it’s going to be so hard because of his situation. His parents are strict and picky, they won’t let him out so easily, even less if he doesn’t have a good explanation, he’s keeping all this thing a secret, he just can’t say he goes to a concert, and besides, going out of the house is only the beginning; once out, he has to make it away of home without being seen by ANYONE (the only time when having security cameras AND guards AND dogs become a problem), and once away of home, he could be seen by ANYONE in the streets; his schoolmates are often out on friday and weekend nights clubbing, the concert is going to be in one of the clubbing areas, he could run into ANYONE, heck he could run into anyone that knows him DURING THE CONCERT ITSELF, and THEN he has to make it back home with the same secrecy. It’s giganormous quantities of problems.

….but HE HAS TO GO OR HIS NAME IS NOT GODDAMN LOQI FUCKING TUMMELT.

It’s a once in a lifetime chance, he can’t miss seeing his favorite artist/band live! Who knows when, or IF they will ever come back to Nif again!

Going to the concert actually proves much easier than expected.

His parents don’t check his room at night, and he locks it anyway; he goes out through a window, and maybe convinces a guard to help him out (“I’m not going to do anything bad, I’m just...going to...go see...see someone” because Loqi would VERY much rather his family think he’s dating someone than knowing he went to a rock concert [the guard was all winks and smiles like “Aaaaaaah, THAT stage of youth. I used to do this for your father too you know” “EEEW, too much info! >:(“])

Loqi darling goes around in his most “peasant” clothing, which includes a hoodie, and wears a mouth mask to hide at least half his face.

And finally, without much trouble, Loqi arrives in the concert.

He was early so he could be as close to the front as possible.You should have seen him when the lights went off and the band came out; he went HYSTERICAL

Composed, high-class, serious and ice-cold Loqi, suddenly losing his shit, bouncing on his feet, and shrieking out, waving his concert lighters they hand out at the entrance.aSdsdlfjalksdsad jesus christ I’m loving this so much ahahahah (A/N: SAME COONIE SAME)

You should have seen his face when he saw Cor. *Eyes all gleamy and mouth a bit open like he was a believer seeing his god right in front of him. Full of absolute ADORATION and fan-to-idol love....Loqi may or MAY NOT have gotten a bit teary eyed DON’T JUDGE HIM.((Pls understand him, Loqi’s not very comfy at home due to all the restrictions and he’s been fan of this band for YEARS and he has literally NO ONE to talk to about them or the music, and it’s music that speaks straight to and about his most intimate feelings.))

And now he’s right in front of them. Of course he would get a bit emotional after years of bottling frustration up <33

Loqi DOES have a little problem, though.

He is. Too. SHORT.

He’s very close to the front, he was actually on the very first row, but most people, especially male, are much taller than him, so he was forced out and sent a few rows back. Even the people that don’t mean to take advantage of his size can be troubles, as they’re bumping into him, pushing, even crushing the poor thing.

And don’t get me wrong, Loqi has (a bit too aggressively) pushed people too, and he’s in amazing physical conditions. It’s just the height, dammit.

You know, the band are known for being super friendly with the fans, both on and off stage. On stage, they’re known for ALWAYS bringing multiple people on stage at different moments of the concert.

Oh, so this is surely the “I’m going to bring someone on stage and, oh surprise, I just made eye contact with the story’s other protagonist, who I happen to find angelically BEAUTIFUL, so I’ll bring this person on stage and we just fell in love and I’ll kiss them” story, right?

WRONG.

Loqi DOES come “on stage” of sorts….after ALMOST DYING.

There was a moment of the concert, you know, everyone is so hyped and ecstatic and they’re having fun, so it just happens the crowd starts calling for a Death Wall (you know, crowd parts in two, and then both parts RUN TO EACH OTHER so they can crash and the HARDCORE SLAM BEGINS). There is a REASON it’s called the DEATH wall lmao

So dear Loqi and some other fans, mostly the younger ones, among Death Wall and slam, they end up a bit scared, injured, or like in Loqi’s case and more dangerously, falling down.Cor and his band may get a bit too much into the fun sometimes, but they’re good people and they care about their fans’ wellbeing above the fun or the fame or the music itself.

So of course Cor STOPS THE ENTIRE CONCERT.

BECAUSE SURE HE'S RIGHT NEXT TO HIS IDOL BUT IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE, LIKE, LIKE...LIKE T H I S

And he’s like “WOAH OKAY CHILL PEOPLE, CHILL, WAIT A MINUTE, SOME PEOPLE FELL AND IF YOU DON’T TAKE IT EASY YOU’LL END UP HURTING THEM, OKAY, BE CAREFUL” and while most people stop, there’s some idiots (because there’s ALWAYS some stupid idiots) that don’t, so Cor has security go check on the people that fell and/or are injured.

And THAT’S the story of how Loqi got to be on stage with his favorite band!For like 30 seconds. Unconscious. In the arms of some buffy security guy. That crossed the stage only to get this boy to backstage. Lmao. Loqi-ly, dear angry blond pup wasn’t injured, just knocked out. He wakes up backstage...AND HE JUST /FREAKS OUT/SO MUCH--

Loqi wakes up after the concert is over and the band has already come backstage to chill.So all that Loqi knows is that some stupid idiot elbowed him in the face, he was knocked out, and he’s waking up in this strange wide room he’s never seen before in his life and how did he get there anD COR FUCKING LEONIS IS SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-YOU CAN’T BLAME HIM FOR FREAKING OUT.

So Loqi’s natural reaction is to gasp and then yelp shortly, and shoot up on his feet and points at Cor and he screams “YOU’RE COR LEONIS!!!” because pointing out the obvious is apparently the natural reaction to seeing something obvious.

So Cor finds it amusing and laughs and makes some comment about how “why yes I think I am” and about how he’s “always pleased to meet a fan.”And ooooh BOI, Loqi’s having NONE OF THAT.

Loqi for SOME REASON thinks it’s embarrassing and humiliating that someone else knows that he’s Cor’s fan, and it makes no sense because the one that knows is COR HIMSELF, but Loqi’s still this stubborn, difficult little shit and for SOME REASON he gets all worked up and isn’t happy to meet him, he’s just plain upset and tries to pretend this isn’t like the DREAM OF HIS LIFE.AND THEN HE TRIES SO HARD TO CONTAIN HIS FEELS HE BLURTS OUT RUDE THINGS TO COR

“Damn you look older up close—“

"Geez, chill, relax, you're safe now"

"SAFE? I WAS SAFE ON MY OWN, I WAS NOT- I DIDN'T EVEN- I'M NOT EVEN YOUR FAN"

"what"

"YOU HEARD ME, I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO BE HERE."

"then why were you here in the first-"

"WHAT DO YOU cARE OHMYGOD STOP HARASSING ME”

Maybe Cor also teases him and the little Loqi realizes how douchebag this idol of his is BUT HE CAN’T DO NO SHIT HE STILL LOVES HIM

And Cor's like--whoa first time he encounters a fan who kinda hates him? (does that even make sense wtf).Like, he’s met haters and fans, but this is a fan that hates him and holy moogles is that even possible? How do you love someone by hating them how does it work Cor doesn’t understand.

And he’s sorta puzzled you know. Because Loqi’s wearing a wristband of the band, he was at the concert very close to the front, and he recognized Cor immediately. So he IS a fan. But he behaves so unlike any other fan Cor has ever met in the past 25 years of career; he’s met people that scream and cry out of excitement, some that clap and smile, many that ask for photos, some that are very timid and don’t even talk at all, he’s met some that have even cried….but he’s NEVER ever before encountered a fan like this.

Loqi is calling him names, pointing out rude things or making up some comments just to be rude, he’s freaking out at the slightest comment or movement from Cor, BUT he also burns red in the face, BUT he’s also walking in circles yelling “WHERE IS THE GODDAMN DOOR I WANNA LEAVE NOW THANKS”. Loqi is the rarest and a very unique one-in-among-literally-everybody-else fan…...And hoh OH BOI LOQI, GOOD LUCK, THE IMMORTAL JUST GOT VERY, VERY CURIOUS

And then after that concert the universe just fucks them up and the two had to meet in accident. A lot.

“Oh, it’s the midget from the concert—”

“SHUT UP YOU TALL DARK AND HANDSO---HANDS OFF MY POODLE--(cos yeah maybe loqi is walking his dog)

For some reason, Loqi attracts danger because for some reason we all creators apparently like to injure him a lot lmao

And for his luck, Cor joins to save the day! /o/

Like, I don’t know, some assault. And precious tsundere sunshine is shoved into an alleyway with the poodle (not the poodle!) while he was trying to get Cor off him, so that’s the two in troubles.Luckily, both manage to get rid of troubles, but Loqi takes a bad hit to the head that plain knocks him out.

And when he wakes up, Cor STUPID Leonis is sitting RIGHT THERE BESIDES HIM.IN HIS ROOM.

"Well. Good morning, Sleeping Beauty"

"..what"

"Took you quite a while. Don't worry, you didn't need stitches."

"...is this my room?"

"Well, yeah."

"How did you know where I- THAT IS HARASSMENT AND I COULD- SUE YOU YOU PERVERTED- OLD MAN, HOW DID YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVE!?"

"Well, you were knocked out, and I checked your wallet for some info, your parents' number or something"

"YOU CALLED MY PA-"

"And I saw your address in your ID so. Sorry for...invading your privacy, it's just your house was closer than the hospital and it wasn't a bad hit so---"

"DO MY PARENTS KNOW YOU'RE HERE OHMYGOD"

"Well yeah someone had to open the door. Nice posters, by the way."

Because by the time Loqi notices, apparently while he was knocked out Cor found his panic room where he has ALL his Cor merchandise. All the Cor posters. The action figures. The CDs. E v e r y t h i n g.*insert Loqi screaming internally*

And Cor being the nice guy he offers to sign those unsigned posters of him

"...is that my face on that pillo-"

"nO!!!"

"well THAT'S definitely me on that pillow, where did you get that? You sleep with it?"

"NO I BEAT CRICKETS AND BEDBUGS WITH IT---OF COURSE IT'S A PILLOW WHAT ELSE AM I GONNA USE IT FOR--!"

"...so you want me to sign-? :)"

"yeh :'("

Loqi half-gives up. Cor found his panic room, there’s no way he can lie anymore to this stupid handsome jerk. So Loqi just sits on his bed hugged to a pillow, face buried in it, while Cor comes in and out of the panic room bringing the most interesting merchandise he finds. Laughing. Asking over and over if he “signs this”, “this one too?”, “maybe this one, this one is cute.”

Lmao, Loqi’s parents, though.Because Cor has to leave at some point, he has to walk out the main door, and for that he has to come out of Loqi’s room, so it’s just unavoidable, the Tummelts meeting Cor.

“You have a nice house, thanks for receiving me.”

“Yeah...uh...thanks for taking our son home…”

“Fine, fine, keep going, Leonis.”

“So, you is this man your friend, Loqi?”

“N-NO! OF COURSE NOT, NO!”

“...so do you know him?”

“NO! I MEAN- yeah, but, not like know-know him, he’s- no! Let’s just leave, dammit.”

“...would you like to stay for dinner?”

“HE WOULDN’T.”

“I’d love to! :D”

It’s not that Loqi’s parents like him. It’s that they’re trying to figure who this man is and if they should call the police.He looks like a Lucian. What is their pureblood, noble, high society, beautiful Nif son doing hanging with...this...black leather-dressed, eyeliner “hobo” of a Lucian.((Hey, hey, Tummelt mama and papa, those clothes are rockstar, ROCKSTAR, not “hobo” >:( ))How does the romance start, though, huh. HUH. IDEAS. LET’S MAKE AN IDEA RAIN.

But in the end, even Cor charms both Loqi’s parents with his wit.

And Loqi, regardless of all the embarrassment, is blushing, happy and giddy.

THANK YOU FOR READING!

#corqi #cor leonis #loqi tummelt #cor x loqi #loqi #cor #ffxv #coonie's awesome writing #leonis #tummelt #corxloqi

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quentinsquill · 6 years ago

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Fic: “Cleanup Time” (The Magicians)

Cleanup Time

Author: Lexalicious70

Fandom: The Magicians

Pairing: Quentin/Eliot

Warnings: Tickling kink, footplay if you squint the right way

Word Count: 1,660

Rating: M for sexual situations

Summary: Quentin’s offer to help Eliot clean up the morning after a party at the cottage leads to Eliot’s discovery of one of Quentin’s hidden kinks.

A/N: I don’t own The Magicians. I just wanted to write some Queliot. Comments and kudos are magic! Enjoy.

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15828975

Cleanup Time

By Lexalicious70

“Jesus fuck, look at this place!”

Eliot looked up from gathering empty wine bottles, which seemed to litter almost every corner of the Physical Kids Cottage, as Quentin came to the bottom of the stairs. He was still in his pajama bottoms and a thin white cotton tee, his feet bare.

“It was quite a party if I recall. Do I recall? Hmmh. Well, from what I remember.” Eliot dumped another armload of bottles into a green garbage bag.

“It was packed when I went upstairs around midnight. El . . . why don’t you just use magic to clean up?” Quentin asked, and Eliot sighed.

“Because cleaning spells are involved and draining and bad for your skin. So either the cottage looks good or I do, and I think we both know which decision I made.”

“Well here, let me help.” Quentin picked up a glass ashtray crammed with cigarette butts and more than a few burned-out joint roaches. Eliot nodded to his friend and lover.

“Thanks, honeylove . . . there’s some furniture polish and a duster down in that cabinet.” He handed Quentin a smaller trash bag. “Just toss the butts in there and we’ll put them in the dumpster out back.”

“Sure.” Quentin went about emptying the ashtrays, marveling at their number. Eliot floated the trash bags full of bottles out the back door, where they clinked and chimed on their way to the recycling bin. Quentin crouched down and opened a cabinet door. Just as Eliot had said, there was a can of orange-scented furniture polish, a squirt bottle filled with distilled water, and—

“What the hell is this?” Quentin laughed as he pulled the ornate feather duster from the cabinet. It flared wide at the end and was dyed in an array of rainbow colors. Eliot glanced over his shoulder.

“That would be my furniture duster.”

“God.” Quentin twirled it briefly. “It’s like you recycled a lifetime supply of Rip Taylor confetti!”

“Rip Taylor is a legend, thank you.” Eliot took the duster from Quentin’s hand. “And aren’t we sassy this morning!” He punctuated his comment by using the end of the duster to poke Quentin in the chest, and Quentin materialized the squirt bottle into his right hand, raising it in defense as he grinned. Eliot’s amber eyes narrowed.

“You wouldn’t d—”

A several spritzes of the water hit Eliot in the face, cutting off his words. Quentin took a step backward and then fled, laughing, around the couch with Eliot in pursuit. Eliot ran Quentin into a corner and pulled the bottle from his hand and Quentin retaliated, poking at Eliot with the feather duster. Eliot grabbed one end and wrestled it away and turned it on the younger magician, whose entire body language changed the moment the feathers touched his neck. He pulled his arms close to his chest and pressed himself into the wall, laughing and shaking his head.

“Okay, okay, I give, El, stop!” He almost squeaked, and Eliot grinned.

“What’s this? Is Quentin Coldwater ticklish?” He playfully pinned Quentin against the wall and shook the feathers against Quentin’s neck, above the line of his tee. Quentin’s cheeks flushed pink and he squirmed.

“Ye—I mean, no!” Quentin laughed, pushing against Eliot, who took the opportunity to grab both his wrists.

“Quentin, you’ve been very very naughty this morning, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you!” He wrestled Quentin over to the couch, where he pushed him down onto his back and force-pinned his hands behind his head. Quentin’s bare toes wiggled and he squirmed, but there was no fear or panic in his dark eyes—they’d played these kinds of games in the past and he knew that he had nothing to fear. Of course, he’d hidden his ticklish nature up until now, and the gleam in Eliot’s eyes told him he was about to pay for it. A murmured spell whisked his tee shirt away, leaving his pecs and underarms exposed. Eliot regarded them thoughtfully and Quentin shook his head.

“Come on El, let me up, I’ll say I’m soorraaaa!” Quentin’s plea turned into a cry of surprise and a spurt of helpless giggles as Eliot attacked his chest with the feather duster. Quentin tried to twist away, laughing and gasping even as little electric tingles of pleasure raced down through his groin each time the feathers brushed across his nipples. He tried to conceal his reaction by pressing his inner thighs together, but his cock started to give interested little twitches that he knew Eliot would notice. “Eliot, come on!”

“Oooh, an invitation!” Eliot crowed before straddling Quentin until their groins touched, tailored linen against the soft flannel of Quentin’s pajama pants. Quentin bit his lower lip as Eliot brushed against him a few times and then spun the duster with his long, clever fingers, eyeing Quentin’s taut underarms. Quentin shook his head, his flat belly heaving as he tried to suck in his breath for the onslaught he knew was coming.

“El don’t, donnnnnnohmygodaaaaaaah!” Quentin cried before bursting into hysterical giggles as the feathers attacked. They flitted along his underarms, above the elbow, then nestled deep into the pits, where Eliot let the opposite end of the handle poke and tease. Quentin felt his face grow hot as his breath grew short. He tried to beg for mercy, but more giggles bubbled up from his throat as Eliot tickled one arm, then the other, before moving down to his side. Quentin went pliant beneath Eliot’s long, slender frame, no longer able to resist. He lay there, squirming, red, and chuffing out breathless laughter. Eliot finally pulled the duster back and grinned down at Quentin.

“My poor helpless little Q,” He cooed. Quentin let out a shuddering breath, expecting a reprieve, but then his eyes widened as he heard two dull clunks—the sound of Eliot’s loafers hitting the floor.

“El, what—” Quentin began as Eliot’s red-and-black fine argyle socks fluttered down to the floor as well. Eliot leaned over, kissed Quentin’s nipples each in turn, then pulled Quentin’s pajama bottoms down to reveal an erection that was already flushed and dripping. Eliot smiled and reversed his position so his back was to Quentin, his knees bent. Quentin opened his mouth to speak and ended up gulping down what felt like most of the cottage’s air in a shocked intake of breath as Eliot swallowed his erection, dug his bare toes into Quentin’s sensitive sides, and attacked his feet with the feather duster. His whole body bucked hard but Eliot hung on like a determined cowboy, using his leg muscles to stay balanced as his toes wiggled against Quentin’s sides. Quentin’s mouth dropped open as the sensory information flooded his brain and nerves, registering a mix of pleasure and tensing muscles and the contrast of overload and wanting more. Eliot’s talented tongue was doing devastating things to the head of his cock and Quentin’s hips bucked even as he tried to draw his feet away from the duster. His own toes jerked at the stimulation and he found that Eliot had force-pinned his ankles to prevent him from kicking. His head rolled back and forth along the couch’s fabric, sweat forming along his temples and underarms, his body winding into something so tight and tense he could barely recognize it as his own flesh.

El— Quentin tried to say but nothing came out but noises that were tangled in a potent mix of pleasure and sensory information that didn’t know what it wanted to report. Eliot’s shoulders moved as his head bobbed up and down and Quentin moaned as the tension and Eliot’s weight made him feel deliciously submissive and the press of Eliot’s toes and his hot tongue running along the underside of his cock and fuck, fuck, FUCK—

A warbling, choked cry bubbled up from Quentin’s throat and he froze, the cords in his neck standing out in tortured relief as his climax overtook both conscious thought and physical action. He came hard, shooting down Eliot’s throat in pulses that felt white-hot in their intensity. A sound like the explosive mass flight of a flock of huge birds filled his ears, grew louder, then faded. As the last of the contractions wracked Quentin’s body, he realized that the duster was no longer working at his feet but Eliot’s left arm was moving frantically. Hot spurts of his lover’s seed hit his upper thigh a moment later as he reached his own orgasm, and Quentin let himself drift, secure in Eliot’s presence, the feel and scent of him. When he finally stilled, Quentin felt his hands and ankles go free and he lifted his right hand to stroke Eliot’s back. The taller man turned to face Quentin, his wilting cock hanging free. He grinned.

“Well. Looks like we have more to clean up now.”

“I hope we didn’t kill the couch,” Quentin chuckled, his nerves finally settling, and Eliot ran a hand through his hair.

“I think Margo might know a spell for that. And I’m pretty confident that’s not the first time this couch has been abused.” His amber eyes seemed to almost glow with the aftermath of his pleasure as he zipped up his slacks. “Also? You, Quentin Coldwater, are not nearly as vanilla as you want people to think.” His grin softened. “I love that.”

Quentin blushed a little as he pulled up his pajama bottoms. “You caught me off guard,” he claimed as he reached for the feather duster, but Eliot held it out of his reach.

“Ah ah! This little implement is graduating from its home in the cleaning cabinet to its new home in my closet. For use in the future.”

“Next time I’ll see you coming!” Quentin grinned, and Eliot patted his cheek.

“Only if I face the other way, Q.”

END

#The Magicians #queliot #fic #I was blue so I wrote smut

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cyclogenesis · 6 years ago

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LIFE update

I’ve been ill for the last month or so with some wretched unnameable thing - little to no appetite, nausea after eating, exhaustion, a creepy lump on my throat, weight loss, blah blah. Luckily this coincided with my workplace F I N A L L Y providing health insurance (after 2.5 years and growing to 30+ employees), so I made a doctor’s appt for the random doctor the health insurance company made me choose, finally had the appointment today, very nervous, and they did basically NOTHING!! AAAAAAH!

It was supposed to be a physical and checking on my issues - no physical. It was more like meet and greet and I spent more time with the nurse giving her my medical history. The doctor finally came in, told me I looked like a Russian doll (???), asked me the same questions the nurse had, then felt up my neck and said, “Maybe it’s a problem with your thyroid, or a cyst, maybe your body likes making cysts,” because I told her about the ovarian cyst I had when I was EIGHT, which seems different than a painless weird lump in my throat but okay. She told me to get blood work and then they’d do the physical, BUT -

but I have to go somewhere else to have my blood drawn (some walk-in clinic?), and THEN they’ll do the physical next time they see me, but the first appt they could make me wasn’t until October 11th, so I guess in the meantime I’ll just CONTINUE TO BE OVER HERE WITH A LUMP IN MY THROAT, FADING INTO A PILE OF BONES, FAILING TO THRIVE, FEELING LOUSY? JESUS !

Did I mention that when I talked about my sometimes crippling anxiety the nurse was like “that’s normal. I just don’t watch the news” OKAY!!! THANKS!!!!

AAAAAAAH THE AMERICAN MEDICAL INDUSTRY IS GARBAGE EVEN WHEN YOU HAVE ACCESS TO HEALTH INSURANCE

I’m exhausted!!! UGH! anyway 😫

#scenes from a life #health nonsense

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imnotinclinedtomaturity · 6 years ago

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aaaaaaah kat, i read the new chapter last night and then promptly fell asleep, but it was sooooo good!!! i mean i’m frustrated that they won’t just make out already and make babies through the power of m-preg, (i’m actually screaming, jesus it’s been a long time since i’ve done that), but i also know that when it finally happens it’s gonna be so sweet. thank you for making me scream over fictional characters again 💖🙏🏻

Thank you boo ❤️ I promise it won’t be like this for forever lol

#ly asks #reviews #ly 19

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nikkilbook · 3 years ago

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2019 Tags

youtubers jacksepticeye other people’s writing every time i start this i think “there’s something Chase says to JJ that is just the best thing” “but I cannot for the life of me remember one darn heckin bit of it” but now i HAVE IT JAMIE YOU COMPLETE PANTALOON its delightful like something out of a Pratchett book 10/10 will pantaloon again oh also last part was mirror count: 8 also guuuuuys stop being mean to my boy that includes you jackie stop bein mean gonna tie all y’all up and throw you in a room with a motivational speaker a therapist and lots of soft kitties til yall can say it with me TRAUMA 👏🏻 VICTIMS 👏🏻NOT 👏🏻BREAD 👏🏻LOAVES also i love that you write out MEOW and that the kitties SAY it its like youve got this elegant kitter cat you walk up to it then suddenly markiplier’s mouth appears over its face MEOW also i looked up astrifer on a whim basically means ‘full of starlight’ i like that heck im almost out of tags and i have thoughts about jackie and fear IMMA GO SEND BEE AN ASK GO CHECK HER BLOG IF YOU WANNA HEAR MY THOUGHTS ON THIS

Aaaaaaah I’m having so many thought-shaped things about Jackie and fear but they’re all kind of stuck in the !!!?!??!???!!???&!!?&&?!,!!!? stage and cannot articulate and AAAAaaAaaaaAAAAAA

ITS JUST—THE WHOLE THING ALMOST FEELS BIBLICAL? LIKE THE IDEA OF THE SCAPEGOAT, THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB, THE JESUS, AND THEN MY BRAIN WAS THINKING “AH, NEW TESTAMENT=LOVE,” AND THEN MY BRAIN WAS LIKE “JACKIE’S LOVE IS DOING” BUT ALSO LIKE THE WHOLE ECHOING THING, HE TAKES THEIR LOVE AND REFLECTS IT BACK SAME AS HE TAKES THEIR PAIN, AND THEN THERE WAS A FINAL THOUGHT THAT I CANNOT REMEMBER WHAT WAS

I WISH I COULD REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS I WAS PLANNING TO WRITE BACK ON THE FIRST POST I RAN OUT OF TAGS ON, THE ONE WITH JAMESON’S DREAMS. I WAS GONNA SAY SOMETHING ABOUT JACKIE, AND HOW HE WAS DIFFERENT IN THE DREAM, CUZ THERE’S WHAT JACKIE BELIEVES HE IS, WHAT ANTI SAYS HE IS, AND THEN WHAT HE REALLY IS, AND THAT’S WHAT SHOWED UP IN THE DREAM. THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT HOW HE LOVES AND I CAN’T REMEMBERRRR

HAVE YOU EVER READ THE POEM “THE DREAM OF THE ROOD”? IT’S AN ANGLO-SAXON RETELLING OF THE CRUCIFIXION, WITH CHRIST AS LIKE A WARRIOR KING, AND INSTEAD OF DEATH BEING A SOMBER DEFEAT IT’S THIS HONORABLE VICTORY, THIS MOMENT OF TRIUMPH, AND THEN THERE’S A SEQUEL CALLED “THE HARROWING OF HELL” WHERE CHRIST GOES AND CLEARS ALL THE SOULS OUT OF HELL IN THIS GLORIOUS TRIUMPH, AND I JUST CAN’T GET THAT OUT OF MY HEAD, WHERE I THINK JACKIE’S GOT A LITTLE TOO MUCH RENAISSANCE IN HIM, A LITTLE TOO MEEK AND DEFEATED AND BROKEN, AND HE NEEDS A LITTLE MORE ANGLO SAXON, A LITTLE MORE AGENT TO ACT INSTEAD OF ACTED UPON

AND I CANT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD LIKE, HOW DOES *JACKIE* SAY I LOVE YOU? NOT WHEN HE ECHOES BACK, BUT IF YOU STRIPPED IT OF EVERYTHING, GOT RID OF ALL THE PAIN AND THE ASSUMPTIONS AND THE NONSENSE, WHAT’S JACKIE’S LANGUAGE? I JUST WANNA KNOW WHO JACKIE WOULD BE IF HE LET HIMSELF BE HIMSELF INSTEAD OF THE PERSON HE THINKS HE HAS TO BE OR THAT HE THINKS HE’S CONDEMNED TO BE. AND I WANT HUG HIM AND I CANNOT DO THAT AND I NEED SOMEONE TO HUG HIM AND TELL HIM HE’S OKAY. TELL HIM WHAT DREAM HIM TOLD JAMIE. MY BOY IS SAD AND I NEED HIM TO NOT.

I think I remember part of what my thought was for how Jackie loves!

I think Jackie, when he is truly being the boy in the red hood, tells the truth. His love is truth. “Life gets better.” “I’m tired of being your enemy.” He calls you “little brother” and you know it’s true. He’s the antithesis of Anti, who lies even when what he says is factually correct. And when Jackie loses himself, he lies. Specifically he starts repeating the lies that he’s told himself. “The kid doesn’t want me.” Telling himself that to be scared of Anti is cowardice, is shameful.

Which might be why he never says the literal words “I love you.” Beyond the fact that he Does Things, it’s like “what’s the point in saying those particular words when I can just say ‘we’re brothers.’ Brothers just love each other, that’s the truth, why do I need to say the other words.” But he Does Things and echoes their I love yous because he knows that’s how they hear it.

Which is also kind of sad, because I can imagine a brand new Chase, who says “I love you” explicitly, maybe feeling like Jackie doesn’t like him or want him there because he doesn’t say I love you, and so he starts avoiding him cause he doesn’t want to be a bother, and then Jackie getting confused because he doesn’t understand what happened, and then everyone gets kinda sad for a bit until a third party is like HECK CAN WE GET A TRANSLATOR IN HERE and everything works out but after that Jackie makes a point of trying to mirror back what his brothers say and deliberately spend time and do things for them so they know for sure that he loves them.

And now I’m trying to figure out how that same deliberate care would map onto Jamie, like, what is the one thing that Jackie could do or say that is so opposite of Anti, so genuine to what Jamie has always longed for, that there would be no room to disbelieve it? Like, whether you’re ready to give up Anti or not, there’s literally no way you can’t look at this and KNOW Jackie loves you

A Shadow Overcast

Part 19 of My Brother’s Keeper (Part 1 l Previous l Next)

This chapter is dedicated to a dear fren. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. hap birth my dear <333

ALSO @starlightxnightmare I have been waiting for MONTHS to tell you this but you noticed this discrepancy like FIVE CHAPTERS AGO OR SOMETHING LOL i saw your tags and i was like DAMN I’M TRANSPARENT. you asked the exact question that Chase asks in this chapter. love you you genius. enjoy.

My taglist is a separate post. You can ask to be added or removed. I am trying to make sure if it is up to date so seriously please tell me if you want to be taken off! and actually if you wouldn’t mind I would love to hear that you still want to be on the list if you are right now. I don’t know that everyone is still reading anymore and I don’t want to be bugging you!

Anyway. Chapter.

Marvin’s house is full of nightmares, and the magician himself is not there to enchant his brothers to safer sleep. Together, the four of them are shadowed and haunted, fighting and falling, losing grips to cling to with every day that passes.

Keep reading

#youtubers #jacksepticeye #other people’s writing #12 days of christmas #12 days of nikki

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