#I cannot get him out of my head

[sharpvst]

" just friends. "

tw ; smut , smut and more smut.

situationship , rough sex.

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you were friends , until he had you bent over some random dorm room sink. you were friends until he fucked you. you were friends. just friends. nothing more — nothing less.

passing glances , agony fills your system each time he pretended to not know you. fallacious hope after every night he ravaged you. you'd be lying in his dorm room. he's sat on his windowsill , cigarette in mouth as he ignores you . . waiting for you to just leave.

you'd hesitate , eyes wandering around his crowded messy room — taking a moment to breathe. " round two or are you leaving ? " he'd ask coldly , not even turning around to face you. he already knew the answer , you always stayed.

he'd only talk to you in private , and even then the conversation barely lasted — the only thing it seemed that the two of you had in common was love for the art of fucking. it had been a common dance between you two , varying from time to time.

sometimes , he'd be sweet. you'd almost think he's making love to you , but he's just doing this to make you stay. other times , most times , he'd fuck you so hard to where you could barely move afterwards.

" yeah , you like my cock ? say it. " he'd spit on your face , large hands grasping at your throat just right. you gargled out something , but that wasn't good enough. " say it. " he would slap the soft flesh of your ass.

once , only once , he papered you. on your birthday of all things. it was the only time that you ever felt like he gave a fuck about you. he laid on near the edge of your bed , mouth covering your soft sensitive bud. his face already soaking wet and practically dripping onto the sheets as he edged you closer and closer to your release.

that was a good day , a long time ago however. you still think about it.

maybe you aren't friends , maybe this is more than that , maybe it isn't. you saw him take orher girls into a party bathroom or his dorm , it bothered you. and it bothered him because it wasn't you.

" such a fucking whore for me. " face squished into the mirror , farleigh's hands cupped your cheek - his thumb in your mouth. he was driving himself so deep into you . . all you could do was sit there and take it.

" need a cig ? "

he asked , eyes stare over at your semi - covered figure. this was the first time he'd ever said anything different. the first time he actually offered something. " sure. " you came over , joining him on his windowsill after a long night of intense fucking.

you expected something good , something worth coming over for. you lit the cigarette , taking a long drag before he spoke.

" we should stop. " cold , your heart stung. " why ? " he should have at least some integrity . . he should tell you. but instead , he stayed silent.

you walked away that night , tears streaming down your face pathetically.

so much for friends.

[bleach-your-panties]

You'll know when Chifuyu has had a hard day at work.

He won't say a word; he'll just come home and shuffle tiredly inside you two's darkened bedroom.

You're a terrible insomniac, already having awakened three times involuntarily since you laid down for the night.

You feel the bed dip behind you and almost panic until you feel those telltale blonde bangs falling across your bare shoulder.

"'Fuyu..."

He doesn't say a word, but you feel his cold hands through your thin pajama pants as he works them up your hips.

He nuzzles his face into your neck and exhales noisily - panting, needy.

Soon those hands are fondling your breasts and sliding down your stomach.

He hooks one long leg around yours and ruts his long, aching cock against your back.

His actions are somehow both lazy and urgent; he's swirling his hips, rubbing his dick over your ass, slotting it in between your clothed cheeks.

"'Fuyu!"

He's moving faster now, but still quiet. Hasn't said a word since he came in.

Only labored breaths and calculated movements while he dry humps you from the back.

He secretly wishes that you were still asleep so he could fuck into your pliant body with no resistance, not that you'd resist him anyway. You love him.

Adore him. Come apart on his cock so prettily every time.

You feel your clit throbbing in your underwear, your panties are soaking now as Chifuyu continues his actions.

"Fuck, 'Fuyu! Please!"

And finally his cord snaps. He's gripping you by the back of the neck and shoving your face into the pillow.

You hear the zipper on his jeans come down.

"So patient for me, baby. I'm going to fill you up now; is that okay with you, pretty girl?"

[usmsgutterson]

curse you you mediocre height man and your stupid gorgeous baby blues. stupid sarcasm and hillbilly accent and the way that you mill about in the background. stupid stupid idiot handsome ranger sniper marshal dude. how dare you infiltrate my idiot brain.

[kikithecoconut]

Um I want to preface this post by saying that I AM NOT A FRAUDRICK USHER DEFENDER but I am about to maybe drop the biggest hot take of my life(???)

Also house of usher spoilers ❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

He is a deplorable man . But I think that it’s unfair to label him as ‘just a psycho’ when the motives behind his actions all made perfect sense regarding his obvious breakdown .

At the start of the show, he’s clearly mistrusted. He’s the eldest Usher child, “Frederick is the closest he could get without naming him Roderick Jr.” He is the suckup of the century and other than his horrendously awkward demeanour and lack of common sense he seems. Okay.

A bit angry sometimes (calling Perry ‘Gucci Caligula’) but otherwise he’s alright

He is clearly in love with his wife and his daughter. He called Lenore ‘peanut’ and ‘jellybean’ and he is so soft with her, and with Morrie he’s a little clueless but he’s trying his best I think.

His relationship with Morrie and Lenore are really special to him, he could not stand to see it broken he doesn’t want to end up like Roderick and Annabelle because then there’s a chance Lenore would end up like him - broken home but surrounded by money.

Then Morrie goes to the orgy and she lies to Freddie about where she’s going. She goes with the intention of sleeping with Perry and she removes her wedding ring so people wouldn’t know she was married.

Obviously I don’t think she deserved to be melted but this starts Freddie’s descent into sheer madness.

So now his wife is melted and one of his brothers are dead. Roderick is upping the pressure and the guilt tripping, the usual. And Freddie gets the brunt of it as the oldest.

Then Camille dies.

And Freddie is given this burner phone and he is trying to find every possible reason why this phone couldn’t be Morrie’s because why would she lie to him.

He concludes (with help from Lenore) that it can’t be hers because the wallpaper is a factory preset.

Then he goes to Leo and he gets the cocaine, and from this point until his death I don’t believe for a second that Frederick Usher ever comes down from the high. He tells Leo it’s to help with stress and this just shows that even if he isn’t outwardly distraught about Perry and Camille it’s still getting to him.

He’s Lenore’s only functioning parent. 2 siblings are dead. Roderick isn’t helping.

Then Leo dies.

Then the paralysing starts.

Then Vic, then Tammy.

Frederick is now the only remaining Usher kid. He is constantly on drugs, and Leo told him not to take so much because it wouldn’t end well. All of his siblings are dead. Morrie lied to him about the orgy. She was going to cheat on him, “Morrie cracked it, I don’t want to break it.” He is Lenore’s sole guardian. He’s angry. Roderick is pressuring him. He’s the swing vote on the board. He’s the last one left.

Everything builds and builds and then he breaks. Complete breakdown. And when he finally takes it all out on someone it’s Morrie, because she won’t fight back she won’t stop him and she’s an easy target.

His actions are not excusable by any means but his motives are understandable. He was right to feel angry he was not right to be violent, or sufficiently brutal as he would’ve put it.

Verna even told him:

“He did you wrong, Freddie. You only ever wanted to be loved by him. you only ever wanted his approval. And it’s still no fucking excuse.”

[yeyayeya]

My honest reaction:

[kragehund-est]

i can't really complain though because that guy im literally unable to behave normally about is back. so im going to be focusing all my energy on supressing my urge to become a radiohead creep incel. because i'm NOT a radiohead creep incel. i'm normal.

[apprenticestanheight]

smoking weed (or just smokes, honestly) with adam stanheight aaaaaaaaa

[call-me-little-sunshine84]

Just…..damnnnnnnn 🥵

[gyusgal]

when u start to notice the influx of jake on this blog just... mind ur business im working through somethings

[frosted-buns]

why did I spend so much time on this I fucking hate the white pharaoh get this asshole out of here I fucking hate this take this get him out of my head fuckkk

[starry-bi-sky]

i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

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They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

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Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

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Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

[shinotail]

"You're fine."

feeling really really normal about chapter 11 of Four Eyes by @openphrase123 also bonus color doodle thing under the cut

[celestriix]

date without his coat tho...

[novantinuum]

m, my wittle guY, ,,,,

[schnuffel-danny]

[mourn-and-watch]

no but essek's abnormal behaviours in the last arc and especially in episode 140 are my roman empire. which is ironic because aeor is something of a roman empire itself. but in all seriousness, it was the episode that made me realise i love essek and his development so much and it kinda summarised it even before caleb's epilogue.

and i mean the "it's not fair" scene specifically. it's like, an epitome of his whole character progression from a person who put An Objectively Important Goal above all else without hesitation to someone who can't help but care for people around even more than his goal, no matter how big and relevant it is.

the mighty nein - and he alongside them - pretty much saved the world and freed an ancient city from thousand-year-long suffering. they defeated nine extremely powerful menacing entities who managed to stay out of everyone's sight for years and were so close to achieving their goal and dooming exandria in the process. they did the impossible and became heroes and somehow, they survived, even though they had bidden farewells a couple of hours ago because they had already understood what they had been facing. and nevertheless. they made it.

and none of them was celebrating.

mighty nein are basically essek's only friends. he knew them to be very unusual people, to put it lightly, loud and stubborn and completely inescapable once they consider you to be one of their own. and they showed him so much kindness and put so much faith in him, they were here playing the most atrocious music ever and digging clay in his backyard for a spell they invented just to help one of theirs and asking him if he could bring them pastries the day after they found out he was lying to them and had started a war. they were chaotic and weird and sometimes unbearable but most importantly they were carrying so much hope with them all this time - a hope they could end the war, a hope they could stop the angel of irons cult, a hope they could get better, a hope he could get better, and now, finally, that they could save their lost friend.

and that hope shattered, just like that, the moments after they'd already made the impossible. they saved so many souls - and then could not get back just that one.

for essek "my intentions were never good they were important" thelyss it just. shouldn't have mattered. they won. it could have been worse. people die and when they die they rarely come back. they should've been happy everyone else barely made it alive.

but for some reason, mighty nein being so defeated after they saved the world exposed him to that overwhelming feeling of injustice and unfairness. and i mean, there were many things essek considered to be unfair, but when i watched his first appearance and his interactions with mighty nein later on til their reunion in aeor arc, i wouldn't dare to guess that one of the things on that list would be something that personal. and personal not even to him.

the thing is, essek didn't even know who that guy was. why mighty nein cared about him so much. he had an idea, i guess, that he was their friend once, or someone in that body was. it was also a person who wanted to unleash a terrifying horrific aberration onto the material plane. it was a person very dedicated to killing essek and his friends - and they still didn't take any pleasure in fighting him. essek didn't feel strongly about lucien or molly, because he never knew them.

i don't think he mourned his death and failed resurrection. he mourned mighty nein's hope, the one they put in him when they had no reason to, the one they offered yasha in the cathedral and the one they kept after the spell for veth failed and the one they carried til the very end because they wanted it to reach molly. they had saved people with this hope. they had saved nations. they had saved the world. but they ended up feeling like it hadn't even been worth anything.

how desperate would it feel, witnessing people who for some reason always saw good in you when they absolutely shouldn't, who made literal miracles out of nothing, who ended wars and fought gods and tricked the hags and freed cities from horrors beyond anyone's comprehension purely because they thought it was the right thing to do and also loved their friends this much, silently crying over a dead body they couldn't bring back to life? how desperate would it feel to realise that with all your knowledge about time you dedicated your life to and threw away any principles for, you can't undo this? no one can. some things are left to fate alone and this time it wasn't kind to them. no matter how much good they did, they still got slapped in the face.

and it was, i think, such a genuine moment of empathy. like, essek is the character who prefers to put up a facade and act distant and self-composed but this time he just. walked away unable to watch this. the could only say to fjord that it wasn't fair. even when he was caught off guard in nicodranas he was able to explain himself and his motives to an extent even though he was a nervous wreck whose extra important plan went to hell the second the only people he cared about appeared. this time he had nothing to elaborate on. it just wasn't fair. it wasn't fair his friends didn't get what they wanted the most. it wasn't fair he couldn't do anything to make it right.

it is such a sad and beautiful and even cathartic scene because it is about person who started a war that destroyed so many lives - and then met this ragtag group of weirdos who saw a lonely stand-offish guy and said "hey, let's be friends!" and didn't even wait for him to answer. he saw them being serious and calculated and he saw them being ridiculous and extremely stupid, he saw their mistrust to outsiders and their loyalty to each other, he made spells with them and paid a visit to their hot tub, he ate their stale pastries and drank their hot chocolate mixed with whiskey, he was welcomed amongst them and in their wonderful home, both in xhorhas before they even found out what he had done and in the tower when they already knew - and then, he saw them mourning their loss, defeated and helpless, and he, a person who believed there were things more important than whole nations, let alone just one life, couldn't help but share the pain they felt. a pure display of compassion from someone who detached himself from it, who didn't believe he could grow into a better person capable of it again, but became one nonetheless without even realising it