#I keep going oh wow I wish there was a way to get more information on this thing and this npc didn't tell me enough and- the spell.

[ineed-to-sleep]

I really need to remember to use speak with the dead more often in bg3 bc I keep running into reddit posts that go "oh I used speak with the dead on this important npc and got this extra bit of lore/backstory" and I just feel like smashing my computer into little pieces WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT

[natailiatulls07]

New wag in the paddock

Summary - Being the newest wag in the paddock can be quite daunting but with the right people around you, it's all okay

Warning - None <3

A/n - Slowly easing back into writing?? We'll see lol

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Walking into the paddock with beyond nerve racking, with photographers just inside of the entrance and fans just outside of the entrance - I had no where to hide or breathe.

Luckily walking alongside me with Rebecca Donaldson, Carlos' partner. Because of our partners friendship, we were close friends. She had become someone who'd help me and become like a sister to me in the paddock and even beyond.

This morning particularly she had come over to mine and Landos suite to help me get ready for my first paddock day just after him and Carlos had left. Helping with picking out a gorgeous dress, helping with my makeup and also my hair. Like my own fairy godmother in a way.

'Wow there's a lot of people here...' I whisper in her direction, my eyes took in the busyness of a Sunday morning race day paddock. Next to me, I feel her laugh - She's used to this.

With a soft nod and a slip of an arm round my back, Rebecca is quick to reply. 'Yep it's a race day in Miami, you'll get used to it...' I feel her gently pushing me along, prompiting me not to run back out and go back to the safety of the hotel.

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It wasn't long before she dropped me off at the McLaren hospitality. Wishing me good luck with a hug and a warm smile before I stand pathically watching her leave me to defend for myself - Almost like a child would whilst being dropped off for their first day of school. In a sense, it was exactly that; I had been dropped off and know expected to make friends until someone I knew would come and safe me.

I breathe in, turn on my heel and walk quietly into the McLaren hospitality. Inside it's modern and high tech, obviously very well thought out. There are multiple seating areas, some small groups accompanying a couple. I can smell fresh coffee as I walk over to a small sofa, sitting there anxiously.

Opening my phone, I can already see multiple notification from various social platforms. I hazard a guess that they are mostly all gossip sites tagging me in their posts.

But one notification stands out to me.

It's on instagram, informing me that I've been added to a groupchat. More specifically a groupchat for the f1 wags. My heart warms at their consideration and kindness, so this is what it feels like to be in a big friendship group of girls.

Soon a few messages start to load into the chat;

lilymhe - Heyyy Y/n! Welcome to the group, this is a safe space for you always xx

francisca.cgomes - Yeah all the girls are in this group so we all gossip, vent and help out in here! Girls support girls obv <3

carmenmmundt - Hi sweetheart!

kellypiquet - Literally if you need anything, send a quick message here and we'll help always x

alexandrasaintmleux - Babes I just saw the photos, you look STUNNING!!! <333

I don't even the big smile that forms on my lips, the feeling of acceptance heavy on my mind. Accidently I don't notice the person in front of me until I hear a soft cough. Looking up I recogise Lando trainer, Jon, stood waiting patiently with a small smile. I gasp at my oblivion. 'Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! You haven't been stood there long, gosh how oblivious can I get?' I nervously ramble.

I've only met him a hand full of times and to keep him waiting felt very rude of me. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head, prompting me to breathe out a sigh of relief.

'No don't worry, I came to get you cause you're boyfriend wants to see you before the race starts...' He explains, watching as I quickly gather my things - I don't want to keep him waiting any longer. 'Hey, no need to rush...' He chuckles, sensing my nerves. It'd be hard not to.

Notable I slow down, no longer rushing to collect myself. I let out a soft sigh, a smile screwing itself onto my lips. And once I have everything, I let Jon lead the way through to Landos garage.

As soon as we walk into the garage, my eyes are immediately drawn to Lando who is stood talking to a few engineers. With his classic smile on his face, something I really do adore is watching as he talks about his job - He really does love it, possible more than me.

I stand there for a few seconds, not wanting to intrude on his conversation. Around me the team work around the garage, clearly buzzing with pre race excitement, nerves and preparation - Something Jon went along with when we arrived.

Then suddenly, I feel eyes on me and I notice Lando walking towards me enthusiastically. As soon as I am in arms reach, I feel his arms slip comfortably around my waist. 'Hi...' I smile, slipping my own arms around his neck. 'How are you doing?'

Lando takes a few seconds, just staring lovingly at me before smirking. 'Good, better now that you're here. How did this morning go? You and Rebecca get here alright?' He questioned, very grateful that I had someone to join this morning.

I nod keenly, moving on to explain about my morning as my hand start to play with some of his mullet. 'Oh I was added to the wag groupchat, they're all really nice people. They said that I can talk to them about anything and ask for advice you know. I've only really met Rebecca so they don't they even know me but they still like accept me, I thought that was the sweet thing ever...' Unintentionally I go onto ramble about the other wags befriending me, only really stopping when I notice his gaze and gentle warm smile. 'Sorry I'm rambling...'

Looking around us, I can see some engineers watching curiously. A mix of his gaze on me, my realization and the engineers watching all make me blush deeply. 'No it's okay...'

His british cuts through my thoughts, reassuring me. 'I'm really happy that you got them beside you, they know what you're going through a lot more than I will ever so that's great!' One of his hands moves up to caress my cheek lovingly.

A comfortable silence falls on us for a few seconds, before I speak up once again. 'So are you ready for the race today? Is the car good?' I ask, despite not really understanding the sport I'm desperate to learn through Lando.

He turns, watching as the engineers do their final preperations and work and nodding confidently. 'Yeah all good! I've got my good luck charm with me and the car is set to do magic today!' Even the way he explains everything, there is a lot of excitement in his voice. I nod, careful to take in all the information he's telling me.

Our conversation continues for a few more minutes before he's notified that he has to make a move to get the car out onto the track. Quick Lando turns back towards me, smiling and pulling me into a tender kiss. 'I love you! Wish me luck!'

I return the same energy and excitement. 'Good luck Lan! You've got this! I love you too!'

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[cochineal-leviat]

Sweet Dreams, Stardust

Okay, so I have a lot of feelings about In Stars and Time. But let me say first, wow, this game irreversibly changed my brain network. For anyone who is considering buying this game, please do. I don't think I've had a story touch my heart and mind like this for a long time. And that goes without mentioning the stunning visuals and entertaining battle system. (Be careful, though, because this game handles heavy topics regarding mental health)

If you're still hung up on buying it but are curious, there is a free demo on Steam if you like to try.

Thank you, @insertdisc5, for this gem of a game. I will be turning it around in my head like a microwaveable gourmet meal for months to come.

Technically the illustration has no spoilers (unless you count Siffrin having a good nap as a spoiler). But I will be going into heavy spoiler territory under the keep reading since I need to get my thoughts on this game off my chest.

And a monochrome version because you know me, I can't help myself. Even in black and white art pieces, I will put in some colour.

And a very tiny Loop

Initially, I was going to do a piece with a theatre stage and the cast (Siffrin, Mirabelle, Isabeau, Odile, Bonnie and the head house maiden) taking a bow and finally leaving the spectacle to a life not controlled by a script and Wish Craft. But it was more fitting to put my feelings into creating a peaceful scene. Like, oof, I needed this very badly. I used sepia to make the painting warmer and added some more details like headcanons. The stars/colours might be remnants of Siffrin's transformation. Or maybe they were always there, but he never paid attention to it. Who knows.

I'm going to keep this brief. Otherwise, this post will take way too long.

I adore Siff's character. It's perfect for a game and narrative such as this. I saw a post not long ago on Tumblr going into depth about how their role as the rogue and not the hero works so well, so I won't linger on it for long. But how they would rather listen and fade into the background perfectly aligns with the player's experience of being the silent observer. (And the nodding off that changes into zoning out. It took me way too long to realise that small but essential narrative change) Oh, and the portrait change! It flew over my head until I was staring at the game menu. I was so confident Siffrin had a mischievous grin and not a frown. I always feel slightly surprised when the party asks for Siff's opinion or mentions that they have been too quiet. I felt Siffrin's excitement like my own when he got excited at finding clues to end the nightmare they were in. So I knew it would end up falling on their face because they were too excited. I just had this bad gut feeling the whole time during Act 4.

And oh boy, speaking off acts. I thought it would have been the standard 3. Boy, I was wrong. Whenever I felt I was nearing the end, I was thrown back at the start with more mysteries than answers. It made exploring the game intriguing since there is almost no information about it online (at the time of writing this post). There is the Discord, but I didn't know about it until I finished it.

This game has a lot of secrets, and I had a lot of fun uncovering them. The looping mechanic works so well in discovering little details and further leads. (even though my stubborn arse kept trying to do everything in the least amount of loops as possible. I thought the ending would be different if I exceeded a 100. My final number is 59. I am still not sure if I should be mad about it not being a rounded number like 60 or that I went over the 50 threshold)

However, it is a good thing that only some mysteries were solved. Like, what's up with colours in this world? Everyone sees in black and white, and the idea of shades and colours is only spoken of in scientific studies. They do exist and are not a part of the disaster that happened to Siffrin and their land. But there is definitely something mysterious about it. I adore how the dialogue reflects this, as the characters do not speak of shades or colours. Isabeau expresses surprise to see a streak of red colouring the sky in Act 6. It makes you think about how colour is perceived and how you describe it. (The lore inside this game is immaculate. I eat this shit up)

We never find out the name of the country north of Vanguard or what it was like. We can only infer that the beaches had black sand, with shells that shine like stars, high-reaching mountains, forests and plains. Which is vague and yet intriguing enough to make you wonder. It connected me to Siff and King because I also wanted to know. I was desperate to know. I needed to know. But in the end, we never will know because that is not the story's point. Siffrin even says in the game, that King should let go because he is hurting everyone and everything, including himself, in his desperation to preserve Vanguard. This is all the more ironic when Siff accidentally does the same with his family and the loops. I might gush more about what the country might be like and their technology in another post. This game makes me want to theorise. This is the first time I've wanted to write and post theories. ISAT fucked me up good.

Which, by the way, was genius. Siffrin and King are mirrors of each other. Siff does not have King's disastrous ambition, but their love/obsession will be the downfall of both of them. They have more than being each other's countrymen in common, and I imagine Siff despises that.

I love the fact King's question to Siffrin before the showdown was/could never be answered. Usually, in a game such as this, you must figure out how to solve everything, especially for the big bad. But that was never the goal. King is a delusional monster who will not stop before achieving his dream. He will raze everything to the ground and hurt many people because he must succeed. It is what he desires. Nay, the universe wills it. What a witless excuse that can easily be made into someone's truth. Especially to somebody who is driven mad with grief.

How King's character's done is so excellent. Because, at first, I wasn't scared of him at all. He was just the big bad, and I felt nothing much but the glory of victory when Siffrin outsmarted him by looping and making sure Mirabelle learned the shield spell that would protect the party from freezing in time. But each time you fight him, you get more frustrated until Siff figures that talking to him might be fruitful. It does, but unfortunately, you and Siffrin leave yourself emotionally and mentally vulnerable. King stops being a one-dimensional villain and changes into an actual person. Someone you can sympathise with and possibly mend peace with without fighting. You and Siffrin opened his heart for a kindred spirit and got hurt.

King stopped being a monster and became human. And while monsters are wretched, humans have intent behind their cruelty. I felt so betrayed, so angry, but most of all - terrified. I felt it when Siffrin spiralled when fighting King again after their actions caused such a catastrophic turn of events for Bonnie. Every time after that, the fight with King felt tense and nerve-wracking in a dreadful way. Because even victory could not soothe the dread I felt. (The track 'It's finally over" will forever haunt me. I already feel anxious whenever it cycles to that when I listen to the playlist)

He was not, however, the final villain, even though everything that happened was King's fault. You were always your greatest enemy (or Siffrin in this case, since you are supposed to be Siffrin). I never could have guessed that the whole reason why Siffrin could not escape the loops was because Siff accidentally wished to never let go of their friends. This reminds me of Modaka Magica, where (spoilers for the OG anime) Homura goes back in time so much that the universe ties itself around Modoka, making her a waiting egg whose wish and magic will be massive when she becomes a magical girl. The one thing Homura was trying to prevent.

(Siffrin and Homura are identical in that sense. Shy characters who are loyal to a fault but are rendered into something cold, bitter and cutting by their traumatic experiences. Only Siff has people who care about them and would do anything to save him, too, whereas Homura never lets go, making the world a worse place to live in. Yes, I did go into doomed Yuri. That anime lived in my mind rent-free in my mind for years)

The Head House-maiden not being the villain was also a great touch. I am used to the apparent antagonist turning out not to be the big bad and the trusted, friendly character ending up being the evil one. Twist villains no longer work when everyone expects them to be villains.

That was my biggest theory as I played. The second biggest being that Loop is someone who enjoys Siffrin's suffering. I am so glad that was also not the case. They are apathetic but not cruel. Never intentionally, anyway. They were like the player, urging Siffrin to go deeper into the mystery to solve it. Ultimately, I chose and made cold and cruel decisions simply because I wanted to see what would happen. So yeah, I warmed up to this cosmic star thing as the game went on and even started trusting them. Act 5 really is a punch in the gut. I am so sorry, Loop. Thank you for coming through in the end.

Oh man, this is so long, and I haven't even gone into the main cast. I will leave that for another post. They are such great characters, as are the people of Dormant and the House. (Don't think I don't see the wordplay in this game. Very clever)

Going into this game completely blind was the best experience I could have had. I felt anxious, happy and scared so severely that my neurons were rearranged. I don't know if there are more endings (aside from the obvious action of attacking Odile in the True(?) ending of the game), but I am taking a break from it to make art and write for this game before I dive back into despair-o-land.

Anywho, thank you for coming this far and reading my ramblings. Have a fantastic day or evening further! o(*'▽`*)ブ

[ornii]

Hai hello hai

Ok so remember how you said enid goes into heat cuz shes a werewolf and all... so enid and reader hook up alot, and wedsnday find out and gets jealous

Male reader x wenclair

ThxThx. btw Love your writing so much

“Our” Boyfriend

Wenclair X Male Reader.

Summary: Who Knew Wednesday Addams was a Commie?

Wednesday Addams obviously isn’t a commie it’s a joke I don’t want to be canceled right when I start using tumblr over an obvious Joke

When it came to Enid and Wednesday, you couldn’t find more polar opposites who seem to get along just fine. While you never particularly adored Wednesday you were on good terms, however Enid was a different situation. With Enids primal libido and drive, hooking up was a constant that happens at least twice a day. There’s a decently sized list of how often and where.

Sometimes when walking to your biology class, you can spot Enid heading into a small janitors closet. Confused you peer in and she turns and grabs you by your tie, yanking you in for skipping class and a “Quickie.” Which was more than an hour, it’s a surprise nobody heard the walls banging.

Other times she gets even more reckless, along the balcony walkway over the quad, all seems well until she “Leans” over the the railing, purposely wearing a much shorter skirt than usual, almost teasing you to take her, obviously who wouldn’t and your palms gladly grip her waist and plunging in.

Enid would even go so far to bring you in her dorm as Wednesday slept near by, you had to be as quiet as possible but that wasn’t particularly easy. The way Enid rocked her hips into yours, her panted breath, wolf like whining when you hit just the right spot. You had to let her bite your arms sometimes just to keep her from howling in pleasure. The soft bed creaks were just enough for Wednesday to awaken, she didn’t move an inch though and just, listened. That one mistake lead you to the situation you’re in now.

One afternoon, Enid was preparing for a night out. Wednesday was preoccupied on her typewriter.

“You’re leaving?” Wednesday asks.

“Yeah, Yoko throwing a small Party. It’d gonna be like totes cute!” Enid says putting on lipstick. And Wednesday stops and turns to her.

“That’s odd, Yoko informed me of no such party.” Wednesday said and Enid stops, slowly growing fearful.

“O-oh, well yeah i-its a bit private.”

“Is it? Or are you going to meet (Y/n)?” Wednesday says which Enid slowly turns to her, trying to be cutely oblivious.

“What? No, it’s not like that we’re just friends—“

“Friends who fornicate Like hounds in heat, and in the same room next to me.” Wednesday says and stands up, and Enid slowly begins to realize she knew. Enid is slowly backed to a corner.

“We-We wouldn’t do that!”

“Hm, would you? Shall I read an excerpt from your diary?” Wednesday asks and Enids eyes go wide. “June 14th, (Y/n) didn’t want to go to the dorm but I couldn’t wait, so we did it in my bed next to Wednesday, I really didn’t want to wake her but it felt so good that I almost made a—“

“Okay! Okay! You made your point.” Enid says sadly. “I’m going to meet him and well, he knows a few open empty dorm rooms.” Enid said.

“Interesting.” Wednesday says, “a word of advice Enid, if you’re you’re going to break the rules, don’t Leave a trail of evidence.” She says.

“Noted, so, what do you want?” Enid asks.

“Him.” She responds, much to Enids confusion.

“Excuse me?” She says, “You aren’t his girlfriend, meaning he can be in any relationship he wishes, and I wish to partake in it, or would you rather me inform Thornhill?” She says, and Enid pouts.

Later that night (Y/n) Lays on his bed, with Enid around his left arm.

“So, Wednesday basically blackmailed you into sharing me as your hook up buddy?” You ask, Enid nods sadly, “I’ll admit it’s weird sharing you, but I’m kinda okay with it.” Enid says, you turn right, to Wednesday who was also lying with you.

“Wow Wednesday, didnt know you were a commie, “Our Boyfriend.” Heh.” You say smiling and Wednesday rests her head upon yours and speaks.

“Da, chert voz'mi”

[marymary-diva17]

Family

Tsu’tey x avatar reader

It had been a while since you and tsutey had become mates, and their lives are wonderful living day by day together. Soon the couple had wished for something to add to their family, and that was a child of their own. They wish to have kids of their own and grown their family of two, they were hoping the right time will come.

Y/n “ so what the new norm what do the test say” you had come by the laboratory to run some test on your body, even due you were navi your body was still avatar and had human dna still. norm “ well I have some good news you are perfect health” norm had placed some the pad that was holding the information of the test.

y/n “ thank you norm”

norm “ what the matter you look sad”

y/n “ norm i and tsutey have been think about having a kids and starting a family, I wanted to know what are my chances of this going well”

norm “ oh y/n well your have 50/50 chance of getting pregnant and having a safe pregnancy as well, we all know we were worried about the eyes of eywa happening for you …. You were unwell after a couple days remember”

y/n “ yes i remember either my brother, my husband, and neytiri would let me do anything on my own for a while”

norm “ I think it will be best if you wait a while longer until we know it will be safe no on wants to lose you here or at hometree, I’m sorry y/n”

y/n “ it okay norm I understand you are being a caring friend” you were about to leave the lab when someone had coming dashing into the room, it was small child it was spider.

women “ spider no running in here” you soon saw the small child and were able to caught him, the little boy smile towards you. norm “ hey there little buddy I’m questing you came to see me or y/n”

spider “ y/n” you soon smiled and hugged the little boy lightly making him laugh. norm “ he really like you it always seem like wow you come over you, are the first person he wants to see”

y/n “ well he is our spider the first child ever born here mind if I take care of him for a while, I’m not need back at home yet”

norm “ sure it will give us time to work without making sure spider boy here is climbing on something”

y/n “ thank you” you had taken spider outside he was able to breathe pandora air for reason that was unknown to everyone, spider had been accepted by Jake and neytiri along with the clone. Even after they learn about his bio parents.

y/n “ those are flying lizards or fan lizards spider when you scare them they spin away” spider was pointing at anything he could see and trying to get you to tell him about it.

y/n “ you have so much energy don’t you” you had put the boy down so he can run watching him as the have time of his life.

????? “ there you are my yawne” you soon looked back and saw Tsu’tey standing there, he had a smile on his face as he saw you and spider together.

Tsu’tey “ no I see what been keeping you busy also day” spider soon noticed tsu'tey and ran towards hime a bright smile on his face. Tsu'te kneels down and picks up spider.

tsu'tey " hello spider how you are doing today young one"

spider " hug" tsu'tey soon laughed as he hugged the boy making spider laugh.

tsu'tey " so what did norm tell you is good news" you looked at tsu'tey and right away he could tell the news was good and bad.

y/n " well he said there is 50/50 chance ofme getting pregnant and the pregnancy going well, he said we should wait until we know more... that same goes for all the avatars we if we have these bodies, we might not be able to have families of our own"

tsu'tey " what of your brother him and neytiri had neteyam and soon kiri that was born from grace avatar"

y/n " I don't know my love that seem to be that rare chance .... I'm sorry I might not be able to give you the family you want"

tsu'tey " don't cry my love it will be okay there are many other ways we can have a family" you soon felt someone place a hand on your crying check it was spider, you soon smiled as you had taken the boy from tsu'tey.

y/n " oh my little spider you make me so happy" spider soon gave you a smile as you held him in your arms, tsu'tey soon handed the baby boy a wooden ikran making spider laugh.

y/n" I know this might sound crazy but I think we might have a new addition to our family already" Tsu'tey knew you were talking about spider right away and smiled he agree to the idea.

tsu'tey " yes it seems like the great mother already had something planned for us, now come we most speak with the humans and mail about our decisions and our new son” you son smiled walking after tsutey holding spider in his arms, it seems like the boy know he was going to get a new mama and dada today. When you asked if spider can become your son everyone was happy, as they knew you are a perfect mother for him and spider will have someone looking out for him.

later that night

Tsu’tey “ sleep well my son”

y/n “ today has been good for everyone neytiri has told me she with child again, it seems like our clan has been blessed this year”

Tsu’tey “ yes it has the days of sorrows are over for now, as we are being given miracles and happiness” even due you might never able to have kids of your own, you are happy with the family you have now with your husband and son. Soon there will come more miracles in your life as the year went by for you and your loved ones, as life will never be the same after today.

[the-himawari]

A3! Outing Event Translation - You're my first and last love. (1/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: And this goes here… alright. Sakyo-san, I’ve finished sorting the fan letters.

Sakyo: I’ve finished with my share too. My bad. They’ve piled up this much.

Izumi: It’s not your fault. Everyone’s been out and about and hasn’t been able to find the time these days. It’s already late today, so let’s hand them out to everyone tomorrow.

Sakyo: It’d be easier to call everyone here and have them take ‘em.

Izumi: Ahaha. Well, that way does sound quicker. But there might be some personal information in the letters.

Sakyo: *Sigh*…

???: *Stares*…

Izumi: (—!) (I-I sense someone’s presence.)

???: M-Masumi-kun, you shouldn’t interrupt them.

???: Don’t get in my way, Sakuya.

Izumi: Let me guess. Is it Sakuya-kun and Masumi-kun over there?

Sakuya: Ah! Y-Yes!

Masumi: …

Izumi: Yep, I knew it. What are you guys doing at this hour? Did something happen?

Sakuya: Well, you see…

Masumi: That’s my line. What were you two talking about?

Sakyo: Work.

Masumi: I’m not asking you.

Sakyo: What’d you say?

Sakuya: M-Masumi-kun…

Izumi: We were sorting the fan letters. We were going to hand them out to all of you tomorrow. But here, I’ll give you two yours first.

Sakuya: Wow…! There’s so many!

Masumi: …There’s a lot.

Izumi: That’s just how much everyone’s been keeping their eyes on you two. That being said, I'm sorry we got them to you so late.

Sakuya: Not at all. In fact, I have to help you too. Sorry about that.

Izumi: Oh, no, no. This is part of my job, so don’t worry about it.

Sakuya: Thank you very much! Although, we also received a lot of letters and presents last month. That was a lot of work for you, wasn’t it?

Izumi: Not at all. It was Valentine’s last month, so there was just a bit more than usual. When I thought about how loved all of you guys are, it took a lot of time, but it was fun.

Masumi: My love for you won’t lose to anyone either.

Izumi: Umm… sure. Thanks, Masumi-kun.

Sakuya: …You know, all we do is receive. I wish there was something more we could give back to our fans rather than simply receiving… Like the event we did around last Christmas, for example. It would be nice if we could do something like that.

Sakyo: I know how you feel… but it’d be pretty hard to get all the members together right now.

Izumi: He’s not wrong… For performances and large events, everyone’s companies and schools are quite accommodating to a certain extent—. However, for events that aren't that large in scale, it's pretty hard to coordinate everyone's schedules…

Sakuya: Yeah, you have a point…

Izumi: I get how you feel though, Sakuya-kun. I’ll put some thought into whether there’s anything we can do.

Sakuya: …Thank you!

Masumi: …

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[jxmis]

Birthday Girl

Pairings: Kim Chaewon x Reader

Summary: You go all out for your leader's birthday. When Chaewon finds out it was all your plan, she can't help but feel confuse and astonish. You two aren't as close with each other like how she is with the other members. Would your act of service finally get Chaewon to notice you?

Warning(s): none

A/N: Sorry, I'm terrible at summarizing. I wrote this all today. This is my first KPOP Idol related story!! I wanted to get a story out on Chaewon's birthday. Thanks for reading!

You and Chaewon were never close. You'd both consider yourselves friends and groupmates. However, your relationship with each other aren't like her relationship with the others. It's not like she has anything against you or you with her. You both just never had a chance to connect with each other. Chaewon is a busy person and when she isn't Eunchae or Yunjin usually has all her attention. Let alone, Chaewon is known to be hard to get close to.

Nevertheless, you're closets with Yunjin. Not only are you both '01 liners, but you're the only person in the group who speaks English proficiently. Along with that, you both share a common interest in songwriting.

Your closeness with Yunjin led her to finding out your special interest in your leader. She noticed how you stare at her, it's a different type of gaze than how you'd look at the others. How you're a lot more shy when around her. She can make a whole list to prove how whipped you are for Chaewon! In which you caved and admitted to. Oh how you wished you never confessed to the raven-haired girl. The constant teasing is making you go crazy, afraid your leader will discover your secret.

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Today is August 1, 2023, the day you've been longing for to come. Unfortunately, Chaewon is unable to spend her birthday with her family due to a busy schedule. With the tour preparations and all. You knew she had meetings to attend and some personal shoots today. So, she'll be occupied for most of the day. You felt bad that Chaewon has to spend her birthday working.

So, with the help of the other members, you have it all planned out. In hope this would make your hardworking leader's day better. You, Sakura, and Yunjin were in charge of the food. While you gave the maknaes the task of decorating the dorm.

You mainly focus on making the cake. You trust Yunjin and Sakura enough cooking the food. "Wow! The cake looks good Y/N!" Sakura says. You give her a quick smile, then proceed to make sure the cake is perfect. Yunjin can't help but chuckle at your behavior. Yet finds it sweet how you're doing all this for Chaewon.

You finished the cake awhile ago and everyone was admiring your work. You had to keep an eye on Eunchae afraid she'll eat it before the birthday girl gets home. You all finish up everything up and lastly got into decent yet comfortable clothing. You're proud of the work the maknaes did, they did a great job decorating the place. "I just got a text! She'll be here in a bit!" Yunjin yells out.

You all get into positions. Anticipation building up in the room as all eyes were on the door. A few minutes passes by and finally you all see the door nob moving. "Surprise!" Everyone shouts and series of "Happy Birthday!" echoes in the room.

Chaewon stands there in shock yet a huge smile then forms on her face. "Thank you, thank you! Wow, all this for me?" She says with such joy as she looks around the room.

"Unnie, you're getting old!" Eunchae shouts as she rushes to her pulling her into a tight embrace. Everyone shakes their head yet laughs at their maknae as they too make their way hugging their leader. You however, made your way to the kitchen preparing the cake.

"I can't believe you guys did this for me," Chaewon says still in disbelief.

"All thanks to Y/N. It was their idea!" Yunjin voices out, refraining herself from smirking. Chaewon raises her eyebrows not expecting to hear that information.

"Where is-" Yet before Sakura can finish her sentence, you make your way out of the kitchen holding the cake as you start to sing happy birthday. The others following along as well. Chaewon looks at the cake in admiration, tears starting to form in her eyes.

Chaewon can't help but just stand there speechless. All she manages to get out is "I- It's beautiful."

"Y/N made the cake too!" Yunjin says putting her arm around your shoulder smilling at you "innocently". You shrug her arm off of you. Again, Chaewon can't help but be surprised yet confuse.

"Well... make a wish and blow out the candles!! I've been waiting all day to eat the cake!!!" Eunchae yells out making everyone chuckle at the impatient maknae.

The night went on well, you're proud of yourself and your members for pulling it off. From the looks of it, Chaewon seems to be really happy as well. You're glad, she deserves to enjoy her day. However, You can't help but notice how Chaewon glances at you once in awhile. Maybe that's just your mind playing games with you. The exhaustion is probably catching up on you.

As everyone is in there own conversation with each other, Chaewon whispers to Yunjin. Wanting to ask her a question that's been itching her mind for awhile now, "Y/N really planned all this for me?"

Yunjin really took all her will power to stop herself from rolling her eyes at her leader's obliviousness. "Yes, unnie."

"But... why?"

"Y'know it's really starting to annoy me how naïve you are sometimes." Chaewon is taken aback by her member's response. "Just ask Y/N herself. Y'know... finally have a full on conversation with her." With that, Yunjin leaves Chaewon deep in thought, and joins Sakura's and Kazuha's conversation.

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As you were cleaning up, one by one, the members call it a night greeting and hugging their leader once again. You thought it was just you now, but that wasn't the case. You hear someone clear their throat making you turn around. Your eyes widen seeing Chaewon standing there looking at you. And it seems that she's... nervous?

"Hey... uhh need some help?" She says breaking the awkward silence.

In which you respond with, "It's alright." You look at the time seeing it's an hour before midnight. "It's still your birthday, not going to let the birthday girl clean up. You've had a long day, go rest unnie." You turn back around continuing to clean the dishes. Yet of course, knowing Chaewon, she's one stubborn lady. She starts to put away the left over food.

"Unnie..." you say disapprovingly. Yet before you can continue, Chaewon speaks out.

"Y'know... there is still one person who has yet to greet me today." As you carefully turn around after putting the last plate away, Chaewon is already facing you with a slightly teasing smile.

You look at her with a sheepish smile scratching the back of your neck, "Oh.. uhm.. sorry it's just everyone was trying to grab your attention. And I already know trying to compete for it would lead me nowhere. So I didn't get a chance to greet you." Chaewon can't help but frown. She never realized until now how ignorant she's been towards you. She moves slightly closer to you, making you nervous.

"Well, you've got my attention now." That sent chills down your spine, your only hope is that she didn't notice your reaction. But that small yet quick smirk she made before it disappeared says otherwise.

You clear your throat, "Happy Birthday, unnie." She smiles at you.

"Thank you," you nod. As you begin to turn around and walk away, Chaewon speaks again, "Thank you for doing all this. Thank you for making today memorable. But can I ask why?" Her last sentence makes you look at her with a confuse look. Though you see the genuine curiosity on her face. Wow, she's really in disbelief that all this was my plan? You thought to yourself.

You shrug, "Why not? I mean, I know we aren't close like you are with the others. So I get why you're surprised that all this was because of me. Nonetheless, I still consider you as my friend not just my leader or group member. Besides, I... love admire and respect you, you're one of the most hardworking people I know. You deserve to have some fun and relax on your special day. Especially since I know you probably wanted to spend it with your family but couldn't. I thought this could make up for it." You stand there feeling uneasy as you see the look on Chaewon's face. Her just standing there looking at you silently doesn't help either. Seeing how her eyes show the range of emotions she is currently experiencing. Did you say too much?

Chaewon snaps herself back into reality as she sees you slowly and awkwardly back away. Without thinking, her hand reaches for yours making you freeze. Now it's your turn to be in-shock. "Let's fix that then," Chaewon says softly. You look at her confuse wordlessly asking her to elaborate, "Let's get to know each other. I'd like to get to know you more." Chaewon clarifies, looking at you with a nervous smile yet her eyes hopeful.

It seems as if there is more meaning to her words than what she's implying. Fortunately, knowing Chaewon, you're aware it takes time for her to let people in. Baby steps and you're more than fine with it. You're willing to wait. You smile at the older woman, "I'd love that."

[yuttikkele]

please tell me more about gen z lotf au 🙏🙏

OFCCC!! i wrote a lot more about this than i thought i could, and i feel like i could keep going but i do wish to go to sleep! ty for the ask! (there was also an anon ask with this question, idk if it was you, but i'm just gonna answer this one lol)

the choir boys all know each other irl (obvi they still have choir together). everyone lives roughly in the same vicinity, but no one knows that.

they all met online during the pandemic. possibly through video games, twitter, or tiktok

how did this ragtag group of people all become friends? idk fortnite probably

i don't know much about fortnite, but it seems like it would start some friendships and/or rivalries. maybe minecraft or roblox too.

how they met and became friends is hazy, like how the beta kids became friends in homestuck. point is: they're all friends. pretty much.

some boys are closer friends than others, but they're all mutuals. they're all in like the same community. what community? that is a good question i should probably think of an answer

piggy uses the nickname people bullied him with as his online name. he gets cyberbullied and has ended up on many a cringe account, but it doesn't really bother him anymore. he likes to spread information, but he was a little self-righteous about it before he quit twitter. now he argues with people on instagram. piggy's also a redditor.

ralph usually just watches other people's content, but sometimes he'll post something and it'll get pretty popular because he's ralph and being well-liked is an innate part of his character. ralph does prefer to go out and do stuff than being online all the time.

simon is chronically online. being shy, he gravitated towards the internet. he's definitely a fandom girlie and has a tumblr (hi tumblr). he spreads positivity on the internet all the time. he's one of the good ones fr. i do hc simon as a Christian, so he does spread the Word a lot as an lgbtq affirming Christian dude

jack doesn't spend too much time on the internet. he also isn't allowed a lot of these medias by his parents, so that may have something to do with it. he does get upset when his posts don't get as many likes as ralph's

roger ragebaits and leaves hate comments all the time, but he has moments where he's nice. maurice memer obviously. sam and eric are the voros twins. i don't have too many thoughts about these guys just yet

they voice chat and sometimes video call

meeting each other irl for the first time led to the utter disgust at ralph's blindness in the fashion department

ok onto them reading lord of the flies cause i think this is such a funny concept

they all miraculously start reading lord of the flies as a class assignment at the same time

they all tell each other this and they're all like "loooool that's crazy we're all reading the same book at the same time"

i saw someone on my last post ab this say exactly what im about to say. it is truly the only way to go with this.

everyone's all "oh haha ralph's got the name of the first character AND he's blonde!" "piggy has the same name as peter's online name! haha how sill-" "WHY IS MY FULL LEGAL NAME IN THIS BOOK???"

the last person is jack btw if you couldn't tell

the exact names and character descriptions matching up a little too well with the boys startles them, but they still joke about it A LOT.

i mean, think about it, if you were forced to read this book in class and you find out you and your friends are basically the main characters, you would NOT stop cracking jokes about it.

"'ugly without silliness.' wow jack, william golding really DID put you in his story!"

they do start to get a little more freaked out when, yk, stuff starts going down in the book and they have to analyze it.

piggy's eventually like "OK we, or at least i, have got to figure this out." and he goes and does some research.

aaaaand that is all i can tell you for now :))

i do headcanon a lot of the boys as queer, but my hcs of them as gen z-ers do differ a little from my hcs of them as gen silencers.

piggy is a strict ally, his aunt is an ally, allies all around, until he realizes he is not so straight as he seems and is not really just an ally. bisexual

ralph knows nothing about the sexuality and gender biz he just does what feels right. he's pretty much demisexual/romantic tho.

simon is a gay dude. he is gnc and on the trans spectrum somewhere

jack is the only one using queer slurs, everyone gets onto him for it. he's gay, but he doesn't know it/won't accept it (because everyone in his life is HOMOPHOBIC!!!). when he does finally accept it, he is still using those slurs as slurs he is not reclaiming them.

[stellawolfearts]

Tang (oh wow, someone who isnt nezha or macaque its a miracle :o), 😇, 👻, 🌟, 🖕 and 😶

OH I LOVE TANG! I dont talk about him much but i adore my headcanons for him. He's so squishable. like a stress toy.

😇 A headcanon about their religion/lack thereof

hmmm, im unsure about this one. cause in a world where gods litterally go into the mortal realm, Sun Wukong is a popular celebrity and magic stuff happens all the time in places where everyone can see. its a little hard for me to imagine anyone in LMK having a religion that deviates from the gods that we know already exist in this world.

I think tang tho, would have a specific god he worshipped. and while it is definitly a more popular one I think it's a good fit. I think Tang would have a Statue of Quanyin and has prayed to her, worshiped her, all that stuff. Just seem's fitting to me.

I can also see him being the one that convinced Pigsy to put a statue of her in his noodle shop.

👻 A headcanon about what scares them

Tang definitly isn't the bravest of the bunch, he gets overwhelmed by all the crazy magic stuff pretty easily. Especially when LMK stars.

I feel like Tang just has alot of anxiety in general. Sometimes its obvious, sometimes it's not.

In general I like to think he's got a handle on his anxiety until something happens and then he starts spiraling and then will obsess over what happened for the rest of the day. Mess up a lecture? (i hc him as a scholar/teacher) he's faceplanted into the table in Pigsy's shop. Completly mortified for the rest of the day. the only thing that gets him pulling his head back up is a bowl of noodles. and then Pigsy can convince him it wasn't that bad, the students likely didnt even notice and if they did they probably dont even care.

Then a worse fear i think he would have is being alone and being useless. Ending up not worth anything to anyone and being alone because of it. Yeah Tang deals with it in that one samadhi ring episode but fear's and worrys dont go away emmediatly. He might have grown to handle it better but it's not gone. Especially with everyone around him growing stronger by the day. there's a little voice in his head that's telling him he wont ever catch up to them all, that he will be left behind in thier wake.

which, of course isn't true. He tries his best not to give that fear any attention and after the samadhi ring episode he and Macaqe have it mostly works. but it's still there.

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes

Peace and quiet for one week, without something Mk and Mei did that gave him a heart attack. It's alot worse now that they both got powers.

but on a more serious note I can see him dreaming of becoming a renowned scholar. Like, he's known at work for knowing WAY more then the average teacher should (he works at a university) so i can see him wanting to write a book with all his reaserch.

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger

Tang would get heated in an argument about the subject he specializes in. History of the Gods.

If someone tries to tell him he's wrong he will stare at them, adjust his glasses, and then tell them exactly why their wrong. If they keep fighting thats when Tang gets heated. He will pull out sources upon sources and tear down every single arguement that person has with ease.

Most of his angry outbursts comes from being anxious and overwhelmed.

Otherwise he's a nerd arguing over historical accuracies.

😶 A random headcanon!

I dont have alot of headcanons for Tang but im sure i can come up with something.

I think he would have a tumblr account. He would answer questions about the information of the gods the mortal realm has, I would think he's pretty fluent in english so even accounts from the west could read them. he'd post mainly in chinese but under the 'read more' application would be the english translation of what was said in the post.

not only that but he would have a main and a side account.

Main is reblogging stuff and being in fandom (you cannot convince me he wouldnt be in fandoms. he has older millennial vibes. so like. late 30's early 40's. so he would be a veteran in fandom spaces atp XD) I think he would like Heavens official blessing. He would probably enjoy Madoka magica and analyze its themes and details.

there would probably be more but i think in general he would enjoy stories with fantasy/magic settings and love it even more when those stories have deeper themes he can dissect.

hes definitly a fanfic writer in hiding. posts once every blue moon in a new fandom and drives said fandom mad

Side account is for sharing information on the gods that he has.

no one knows theres one person behind these two blogs and the ao3 account. theres no connection to each account and neither is there any connection to the real him.

man, Tang is so fun to write about

[harleychick91]

SuperCorptober Day 22: Art

Friends To Lovers

“You seem rather perky today,” Lena grinned. “What is it?” Taking her normal seat on the couch, the businesswoman studied me. “Something good happen at work?”

Sitting, I unpacked our lunch. “Sort of. It does deal with work but not totally.” Pulling out my phone, I brought up a picture and gave my phone to Lena. “Have you heard of this new artist, Sarah Bennett? Some of her paintings are in the newest collection at the art gallery in town.”

“The one that opened last month?” A dark brow rose.

“Yes. I’ve saved a few pictures if you want to swipe through them. Beyond the woman’s name, there’s virtually zero information about her. Miss Grant wants me to find out who she is for an exclusive.”

Handing me my phone back, Lena nodded. “How do you plan to do that?”

Grinning, I shrugged. “I was hoping you knew something about her since you know people in the art world. Or maybe a lead on the type of art she does? My guess is that she orders all of the art supplies online and has them delivered so she can keep her identity secret.”

“Maybe she wants to stay hidden?” Lena offered. “Like Supergirl.”

“Possibly. If that is the case, I’d write the article without revealing too much.”

“You do have that talent,” the brunette smiled. “You always respect the person you’re interviewing and never write something they truly want to keep private.” Lena chuckled. “I’d know.”

“I do my best.” Looking back at the pictures, I chewed the inside of my cheek. “She captures her subjects in a way that’s incredible. Each detail is done with such care. With the amount of paintings in the gallery, she must have a studio somewhere in town.”

“It sounds like you have a crush on Sarah Bennett,” Lena teased. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Heat crept up my neck. “Oh, I don’t… It’s just…her art is…”

“Kara,” Lena placed a hand on my arm, “I’m joking. I’m glad you enjoy her art. If I find anything out, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate it,” I smiled. “Now, let’s eat!”

“Yes,” the CEO laughed. “I don’t want you to get in trouble for being late again.”

Xxx

A few days passed and I still had no leads on Sarah Bennett. Sighing, I stared at the blinking cursor on my empty word document. “Kara Danvers?”

Looking up, I raised my hand. “Over here.”

“I have a delivery.” Placing an 8x10 package on my desk, the man smiled. “Sign here.” Doing as asked, he tipped his hat. “Thank you. Have a good day.”

“You too.” Carefully, I unwrapped the brown paper. A soft gasp escaped my throat when I saw myself staring back. Oh, gosh. This is gorgeous! Unfolding a note, my cheeks flushed.

To my greatest admirer. This is how I see you. -Sarah B

Placing the note down, I picked up the painting. I look beautiful in this. Whoever this woman is, she sees me in a way I don’t see myself. I have to find her.

Walking past my desk, Winn stopped. “Wow. That’s incredible. Who’s it from?”

“Sarah Bennett.” I slid the note under my arm. “I guess she found out I’m a fan of her work.”

“Does Miss Grant know yet?” The man grinned. “She’s going to freak.”

“No. It just arrived.”

“Have fun dodging her,” he murmured.

Taking my lunch break, I kept thinking about the painting. I wish I knew more about her. If I knew something, anything, maybe I could find her. Grasping at straws, I found myself in front of the art gallery. Maybe the owner knows something.

Entering the gallery, I went to the new artist section. My jaw slacked seeing a new painting. It was two women, one blonde and one brunette, sitting at a small table at a local coffee shop. That looks like me and Lena.

“Kara, you’re back.” John, the owner, came to stand beside me. “It just arrived this morning. She named it: Friends To Lovers.”

My stomach dropped. How does she know?

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[seth-burroughs]

mdarc chapter 1 rewatch part 3, and yes, i am aware of the massive pile of asks i have on all my blogs however as always i shall keep running. no don't stop sending them i absolutely appreciate the attention its just i need to mentally prepare two weeks in advance and cry in order to give a sufficient response. you should give it a try and converse with yours truly again some more if the thought of torturing and killing me slowly sounds fun and exciting to you👍

oh look its the child extortion scene

you would think halara, who's got all that trauma from having their family get scammed and destroyed by a friend* they trusted as a child, would be just a tiny bit less comfortable with swindling kids out of their money rn but like you know that's just my thoughts......

they're Reclaiming it <3

*listen. like i know i can't be the only one that thinks that way, but so far so many people ive seen that played this game just went through this gab and thought "oh wow a middle schooler just scammed them that is so crazy lmao", and like. i was under the impression that halara was the one in middle school the entire time, and their "best friend" was just some adult con artist that gained Halara's trust (or just flat out groomed them, honestly) so they could scam their parents. like, you do know this interpretation makes infinitely more sense than... very nefarious 12 year old manipulator investment scamming adults or whatever

has nobody already made a halara "fuck them kids" joke or do i gotta pull out that art program again

this child is like fucking what, five?? literally crying what is your PROBLEM halara...... halara i don't even think he understands half of whatever you're saying to him right now.....................

they didn't even give it back to kei they just tossed it over to yuma???????? lmao?????????

still. they're so fucking cool. i'm giving them the highest honor i can bestow (narcissistic personality disorder and massive autism)

AH WAIT I FORGOT WE ACTUALLY INVESTIGATE SHIT IN THIS GAME OOOOoooooh. ooooooooooh.

i forgot to read the report by the way

*points at jiei colan* SYMMETRY TOOL LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

oh holy shit wait canon age??? jiei is 48??? ok now that is information i am going to blast into my mind permanently and not like. anything slightly more important

casual fatphobia jumpscare

pink blood scene *nods solemnly*

holy shit i know exactly who the culprit is you wont believe it. im so fucking smart. im a genius im a fucking god fondle my nuts while you blow me

i can already feel seth approaching rapidly because my eyes are getting teary and my chest is doing really funny stuff right now. the sense went off

once he arrives i will keep a list of "memorable and beautiful things seth has done in all his 4 scenes" as well as "memorable and beautiful things desuhiko has done in the entire game or perhaps his life" and then compare once we finish. wish me luck

chapter 1 >>>>>>>>>> every other fucking chapter. i am going to kill a man on this hill

THERE HE COMES .

I'm twitching like hell right now. my muscles yearn for the burroughs

UUAAAAAIIIIIGIHUGFFYDFUUUUUGHGHHHHGAAAAAAAAAAGHUSYDGHSDUUUUUHHHHHHHHGGHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! H H

HE HIS STUPID FUCKIDGFG WALK

take that rain cape off you fucking coward this is kanai ward. noticed his lil fox symbol on his back and got reminded of wackpedion's religious seth post but im not gonna look for it now. but yeah he's 100% metal fox church guy i told you this chapter got layerssss to it. this is cinema. video games lore have peaked at rain code chapter 1. scott cawthon has been really silent ever since rain code chapter 1 dropped

his face. its heeehhhhere. i am going tocommit vehicular manslaughter. and ask him why is his skin fucking gray

holy motherfucker I TOTALLY forgot how his japanese voice sounds. he sounds. slightly more normal actually. less pathetic if that was possible. its like he still has hope. help me he sounds so young

i like how. he just calmly extremely quietly tells them to stand up while standing like 20 feet away from them and knowing his voice usually doesn't reach above 30db. like he just stands there mumbling to them to plss get up now knowing they probably can't hear him. he jsut. gives it a try. maybe this time

maybe he's trying to awaken his telepathic abilities.

omg god a charlie radiohead wackpedion oc cameo???? i can't believe that wiki let spike chunsoft put charlie in their game in order to help increase sales it is so cool how they support smaller creators like that once again

that cunty stance. who stands like that.

its not fucking on. how did you notice its not fucking on. or did he just did but tried regardless. dead silence.

truly, a flattering introduction

and he. wasn't even that fucking mad he just gave him a very dissapointed look to go and fix that. which makes me think it has happened before. and numerous times

finally, seth has succeeded. you know whats crazy about that scene?? the peacekeepers were knocked out a solid while ago thats gonna be at least 15, if not just 20 entire minutes. realistically if youre uncounscious for that much time (and im pretty sure halara whacked them on the head) then you're gonna be concussed as fuck perhaps even have serious brain injuries (and im pretty sure halara whacked them on the head HARD) like youre not gonna be ok after this. his voice literally healed them. he commanded them to rise and so they did. combined with the blatant christian themes of rain code (makoto is satan. martina's motorcycle is the ark) the answer is obvious seth is jesus where was i going with this again

seth is so fucking chill its unbelievable. its the fourth time something has happened to him this moment, megaphone guy fucked up the fucking volume and he just. takes a few steps back motions with his arms and doesn't even say anything. if that were yomi he'd just bring out the whip. if that were martina she'd verbally abuse them so fucking hard they would not be able to look her in the eye ever again in their lives. if that were guillaume she'd start screeching at dominic to decapitate that man

i am going to look away whenever they mention Bodies Rotting Quickly In Kanai Ward from now on. i shall not. it is not worth it.

megaphone guy cringe moment

i would say something about the entire "public execution" moment but i think i already said enough before. so.

goodbye seth you absolutely fucking SLAYED it

[vincess-princess]

in darkness shall you be reborn

Chapter 15

Word count: 2789 Warnings: some blood A/N: rejoice, for i am almost done with college (for this semester) and have much more time and energy, hence this chapter. consider it a christmas present <3

By the time the potato fortress was demolished, the bandage on Vince’s shoulder had grown soggy and heavy, and underneath dumb pain accompanied every Vince’s movement, occasionally sharpening into spikes. When Mick turned away to fiddle with the pot on the stove, Vince unbuttoned his shirt and peeled off the three-day-old bandage.

The wound didn’t look promising, with the skin between the stitches red and inflamed, and the thread dark and wet with blood. If it had been healing, the process surely was disrupted. This really begged for a doctor, but he had just refused to do that to Mick’s face, so going to a surgeon would mean admitting defeat, and Vince had enough of it today. Besides, while death of infection wasn’t among the ways to kill himself that he considered, but for lack of alternatives…

A hand grasped his forearm, startling him. The bandage fell onto the ground with an audible plop. Not paying that any mind, Mick silently dragged him to the door and then along the corridor to the sick bay. Vince didn’t resist. It made sense with Nikki. Not with Mick.

Izzy the surgeon wasn’t alone. A familiar redhead was sitting on the bunk in the sick bay and sipping beer from a mug. There was a talk in hushed voices going on, but it was, naturally, stopped as Mick barged in without a knock and unceremoniously shoved Vince inside.

“Take care of this idiot before I do,” he only said and, not sparing Vince another look, slammed the door shut.

“Wow.” Axl raised an eyebrow. “Never seen the old man so pissed. What did you do, hump his guitar?”

“I wish,” Vince jerked his shoulder, annoyed, but then the pain in it flared up, making him wince. Izzy the surgeon frowned, and Vince belatedly remembered he wasn’t supposed to disclose his and Axl’s connection to anyone on the ship. Well, that one reply didn’t mean anything, right?

“You got him so angry and didn’t even use the chance to hump his guitar?” Axl continued, making Izzy snort. That was the first time Vince heard him make a sound since he dryly informed him about that same shoulder wound during his first visit to sick bay.

“You seem unhealthily fixated on it, should I tell Mick to lock it up at night?” Vince replied half-mindedly, eyeing the surgeon nervously. Stopping in the middle of a conversation now would seem stranger than continuing it. Izzy, however, observed the battle of wits with no sign of surprise. No sign of anything, really. It was hard to see his eyes at all underneath the long, greasy hair and in the dim light of the sick bay.

“Oh, so he doesn’t lock her up?” Axl grinned. “Pray tell, where does he keep her?”

“Whatever you’re thinking of, I wouldn’t recommend it. You try to cross the galley’s threshold at night, you’re getting an early breakfast. Of lead.”

“Really? Does he also shoot at you when you go out for a piss?”

Vince nodded. He might have exaggerated Mick’s reaction a bit, to keep any night eaters’ hopes low. Just a bit, though, because anyone breaking down the closed door at night was guaranteed a couple extra holes.

“Oh you poor thing, can’t even go take a leak?” Axl didn’t sound too pitiful, more amused, and that felt good.

“Oh, I can. You don’t want to know where, though.”

“Ew-w-w!” Even Izzy couldn’t hold back a cry of disgust. Vince took it as his little personal victory. He had already learned that the reaction to this type of humor was deceptive. If the pirates didn’t love the joke, they wouldn’t say anything at all, and that silence could kill faster than staying in the same room with a dozen pirates who had beans for dinner. “Yeah, I’ll think twice before eating anything from the galley now.”

“Think as much as you want, you’ll eat it anyway. May I?” Without waiting for an answer, Vince reached out for Axl’s unfinished mug of beer and finished it off in two gulps. Watching Axl’s jaw loosen in indignation was quite entertaining. And reassuring, because whatever Nikki had said, those two treated him rather decently so far, even when he obviously overstepped the boundaries.

“You recovered rather quickly,” another voice said from behind Vince’s back. Izzy. “Surprising.”

“Really?” Vince abruptly turned on his heels towards Izzy. His face gave no indication of whether the last comment was meant positively or negatively, but Vince had a feeling that if it was the latter, the surgeon wouldn’t initiate the talk at all. “Why?”

“Well,” one corner of Izzy’s mouth curved ever so slightly, “last time you were here, you were trembling like a leaf and couldn’t string two words together. I didn’t expect you’d last the night.”

Not a muscle had moved in the surgeon’s face, but he tilted his head to the left slightly… it might have been the dim light of the sick bay and the shadows of Izzy’s hair falling on his face, but the nothingness of his face had an ironic undertone now.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, you were rather… distraught. You lost everything you had, including your vir… dignity. You don’t look the hardy type to me, and that would be the easiest way out.”

“Well, it wasn’t,” Vince said in a strangled voice. “If I die, I die of this infection that Mick dragged me here for. Stop talking nonsense and deal with it instead.”

“Hey, drop that tone,” Axl demanded, his voice suddenly stern. “Order your servants around with it- oh right, you don’t have any. Nobody owes you anything anymore.”

“Ax, relax,” Izzy said lazily, rising from his chair. “Old habits slip through in everyone sometimes. You, for example, still can’t take a shit when there’s someone else on the poop deck, and captain still expects us to know what minuet is. Shirt off.” That last one was addressed to Vince, who hastily pulled his shirt over his head. Izzy grabbed a candle and leaned forward, examining the wound, the candle so close Vince could feel the heat with his skin. He sure hoped Izzy’s hand wouldn’t slip.

“Let’s see… Haven’t I fixed it before? Yeah, those are my stitches… holy shit. It takes an effort to fuck up my work this badly. What you been doing with them?”

“Not me,” Vince said gloomily.

“Ah.” No emotion on the pale face once again. It contrasted especially starkly with Axl’s grimace on the background. “Well, tell the captain that if he keeps that up, he might lose his favorite whipping boy in a couple of months at best. This one looks fixable, but if they add up it’s gonna get real bad.”

“If I tell him that, it will take much less than a couple months.” Vince much preferred when they discussed his night pissing accommodations.

“C’mon, it’s not in his interest. It’s not like you can find pretty captives on every ship you raid. It was three years between you and Axl. Pretty boys don’t usually go seafaring – for obvious reasons.”

“But Axl said-“ Vince turned to the redhead, then caught himself. Izzy seemed aware, but to what extent?

“Yeah, he got luckier than you. Doesn’t mean that wasn’t one of the reasons,” Izzy interrupted him. Ah, so he was fully aware. Interesting that Axl didn’t consider it worthwhile to tell him about their little club. “Ax, get off the bunk. I’m gonna have to stitch him anew. Here, lie down.”

He pressed on Vince’s shoulder, pushing him to lie onto his back, then opened a cabinet and extracted a bottle of water out of it and a surgeon’s kit.

“Hold this.” He handed Vince the water. As Vince discovered three seconds later, it was actually vodka. A shitty painkiller, but better than nothing.

“Hey!” Izzy caught Vince red-handed sipping out of the bottle. “You parasite! That’s for medical purposes. Give that to me.”

“I’m self-medicating!” Vince protested, reluctantly handing back the bottle. The only upside of vodka was that it didn’t take much of it to get piss drunk, though, so he wasn’t too upset about the loss.

“For external use!”

“Why? If you want to clean the wound with it, why not just use water? And I could find a better use for this heavenly beverage.”

“Are you telling me how to do my job? Maybe you’ll patch yourself up too then and save everyone the trouble?” Izzy gave Vince a blank stare that impressed him more than any frown Axl could master. “No? Then don’t act all smart here. Stretch out the arm.”

He got down onto his knees next to the bunk and leaned close to the wound, carefully stretching the skin a little to get a better look at it. Then he cut the thread with small scissors and abruptly pulled it out.

“Ouch!”

“Don’t be such a pussy,” Izzy rolled his eyes. “At least, not more than you already are.”

Vince wouldn’t have swallowed the insult so meekly if the surgeon wasn’t just about the only person capable of fixing his wound. Without the thread the torn edges of the wound widened, exposing black, clotted blood inside. Vince winced.

“Could be worse,” Izzy waved him off. “It just started to inflame. I don’t see any pus there so far.” Then he pulled out a patch of fabric and the aforementioned vodka bottle and, before Vince managed to realise what was happening, poured vodka all over it.

A second passed, and then Vince threw his head back with a howl as the liquid burned exposed flesh and the skin around it. Izzy promptly pressed the fabric to the wound, pushing Vince back onto the bunk, and held him down as he cursed and hissed. Then he began cleaning out the dried blood with the cloth, and Vince discovered he knew even more curse words than he thought. Thankfully, he did the job quickly enough for Vince to only cycle through his collection of curses three times.

“This should be a torture technique!” he protested once he was again capable of coherent speech. “Wouldn’t water do the job just as well?”

“No.” Izzy threw the bloody cloth on the floor. “Over my years of practice I discovered that the wounds cleaned with vodka or other highly alcoholic beverages have much lower chance of inflaming. And you need that chance. I can’t really chop off a shoulder in case there’s a gangrene.”

Vince, realizing this was a real possibility, went quiet. Izzy, meanwhile, grabbed a needle, threaded it and then dipped it into the flame of the candle. For a second Vince believed the thread would catch fire, but Izzy knew what he was doing. After a couple minutes of this he removed it, tried to touch it with his fingers, cursed under his breath and blew onto the blunt tip. When it presumably cooled enough, he grabbed the needle and lowered himself onto a stool next to the bed.

“Now hold still. You fidget too much, I’ll have to ask Axl to pin you down.”

“You don’t want that,” Axl, who until now had been observing the scene with an interest one would express to a circus performance, confirmed from the back.

“Aren’t you going to wait until the needle cools down?” Vince asked warily.

“No. It will hurt anyway.” With that, Izzy began to stitch.

The stab wound was small and only took him a few minutes to stitch up, but to Vince they were hours. He gripped the edge of the bed so tightly his fingers went numb, and bit his lips so hard he drew blood. But, for the first time on the Shout, the pain was inflicted without a purpose to hurt, and so he kept silent, save for an occasional pained gasp.

“All done.” Izzy rose from his stool and wiped his bloody fingers and the needle with a towel. “And you didn’t have to be all tough and manly about it. Crying actually helps relieve the pain.”

“Yeah, so you get more excuses to call me a pussy?” Vince huffed, sitting up on the bunk and putting his feet onto the floor. His bloodied knees poked out of his pants, drawing a disproportionate amount of attention.

“Whoa, man,” Axl whistled in amazement, “you seen his knees? To fucking shreds! The blowjob must have been insane.”

Izzy raised his eyebrows. “Huh. The captain sure doesn’t fuck around. You might want to get these cleaned and bandaged, though.”

“I might, if you two stop talking bollocks,” Vince said through gritted teeth.

“That’s only in your interest,” Izzy shrugged, wetting a cloth with vodka and handing it to him. “These can get infected too.”

“I- ouch!- know.” Vince dabbed the cloth onto one knee, then another. He didn’t even have to take off his pants for that, which was convenient.

“Any other injuries I should know about?”

“None that I recall,” Vince said curtly.

“Man, if that’s just his knees, imagine what the captain is doing to his ass,” Axl said from behind Izzy’s back. “Maybe he’s just too shy to ask you about it.”

“If you don’t shut up, I will do something much worse to your ass,” Vince promised.

“Oh-oh, so scary.” Axl threw his hands up in pretended surrender, but had to cut the act short to dodge from the candle holder Vince hurled at him. He promptly picked it up to throw it back, but Izzy was quicker.

“Stop that right now!” He snatched the candle holder from Axl’s hand. “I won’t tolerate a mess in my workplace!” For the first time Vince heard an actual emotion in his voice – anger. “Rose, get the hell out!”

“Hey! He started that!” Axl protested.

“I don’t care. He needs my services, and you’re here just to gawk. Get out or I’ll make you.” The surgeon was thinner and lighter than Axl, but Vince didn’t doubt for a second that he could easily do that. Axl seemed to be of the same opinion, because he got up and disappeared behind the door, muttering indignantly under his breath.

“You done?” Izzy turned back to Vince like nothing happened and crouched next to the bunk to look at his knees. “Well, you certainly didn’t try your hardest. Gimme.”

He quickly and relentlessly wiped up the rest of the clotted blood off Vince’s knees and bandaged them.

“Try not to kneel much in the next few days. Even if the captain wants you to. Tell him I said so.”

“I will make sure to pass your recommendations on to him,” Vince promised grimly. “After which he, in turn, will make sure to break every single one of them. Thanks for the help. Drop by the galley when you can. I don’t have much influence over Mick, but I can coax an extra mug of beer out of him for you.”

“You sure know your strengths.” Izzy smiled with corners of his mouth. “I’ll consider it. Now off you go.”

Well, out of all of “get the fuck out of here” variations this one was rather polite. Vince, not wishing to test Izzy’s patience any longer, left the sick bay and almost bumped into Axl, who was waiting patiently by the door.

“You could have told me that Izzy knows about us before I had to find it out by trial and error!” Vince poked him in the chest accusingly.

“Well, it didn’t end in error after all, right?” Axl waved his hand carelessly. “Besides, I wanted to see how you’d hold up in the presence of another person. I gotta say, I thought you had better manners.”

“Learning from you all,” Vince grumbled. “Anyone else aware you haven’t told me about?”

“Nope. Izzy’s the only one on this ship I can trust.” Axl sighed.

“Three years, and you’ve only made one friend? You’re not a social type, aren’t you?”

“I’ll look at you in three years and see how you’re faring,” Axl scowled. “If you’re still alive, that is. The captain sure is hot-headed, but within reason. You must be a terrible pain in the ass to end up so beaten.”

“I’m not-“ Vince began, but realized anything he said would be taken as proof of that. A pain in the ass, a bother, an annoyance. None of the pirates would ever see past this description, would never believe it wasn’t his fault. They believed their precious captain would never do that on his own volition, and together with general disregard of the “blue bloods” it was enough for them to shift the blame completely onto Vince’s shoulders.

He gave Axl a deadly glare and stormed down the corridor to the galley.

[basicallyaturtle]

I have, I think, a strange connection to parasocialness, not a unique one, there are probably a TON of people that feel this exact way but I've never seen it expressed and possibly others will see this and go OH YEAH TOTALLY

So the prototypical parasocial behavior is indicated basically either by A, feeling like someone is your friend who as no idea who you are, both because in 1 performing as a public person, especially an entertainer

(side note what if instead of youtuber or tiktok creator or any specifics, and in lieu of calling it content creation, because gross, or artist, because that's a broader term than is applicable, we called them intertainers for internet entertainers? this is totally not just because I keep misspelling entertainer)

there is incentive to come off as genuine in a way that invites parasocialness not because that's the goal, it's just easier to make an audience that way, and also because 2, if you are an intertainer for long enough, you end up sharing quite a lot of yourself (personal stories, preferences opinions etc) that makes it seem like you are putting your whole self on the internet, when really you are not

or B, feeling like you know enough about a person to conclude who they are, what they're like, that kind of thing, which is mostly due to the same causes as behavior A.

I feel like I emotionally do B a lot, not purposefully, mostly subconsciously and when I find myself feeling that way, or seeking to be that way, by looking up personal information about youtubers or getting invested in a relationship that is partially public (just to mean people know that it exists, not that it is a Public Relationship) or something like that, I take a moment to remind myself that it is not productive or healthy to do that, even if the intertainer in question wanted to know all of their fans, it is just logistically impossible once you get above like 40 people, so stop that. Sometimes I still indulge a little, like letting myself look up one or two things, but only if it's like something they've talked about and are fine with the public knowing, but I am careful about it, and on general principle I just try to not engage in this behavior for intertainers.

However, I find myself on occasion extremely consciously aware that I do not know said intertainer, and they know me even less, and seeing how they interact with other intertainers and think something to the extent of 'man it would be cool to get to know these people more, they seem like a fun group to hang out with' This is one step removed from the parasocial behavior mentioned above, because it is basically going yeah I see them parasocially, it might be neat to be actually just social with them. Like, I find myself thinking that it would be cool to like accidentally stumble upon one of these people and form a friendship with them. This does happen, especially within the intertainer space, where you can be a fan of someone and then end up collaborating with them and becoming friends, but it is definitely not the norm, especially when one of the people (me) is not an intertainer. This also isn't really in the way of oh man I'm such a huge fan and if I met them that would be craaazy, just these people seem like a fun group to hang out with, wish I could get to know them better.

Now this is still extremely parasocial, I still look at the facades that intertainers put up and think wow what a cool person wish I could know more about them and get acquainted with them. I think this is even more nefarious (meaning like, it can infiltrate the mind without one noticing not that the people that feel this are nefarious), since as detailed, I see it as one step removed from the prototypical parasocial behavior even though it's like still really presumptive of the nature of how people present themselves online. It's also, for me at least, harder to write off. Like I know it's parasocial, but unlike with the other behavior where I go stop being like that, it's not healthy, and then stop, I find it difficult to get rid of this latter feeling. Like if an intertainer says they're going to a convention I think oh that would be the perfect opportunity to bump into them. I immediately say to myself no that's a bad idea and kind of stalkerish, and I've never even gone to a con and there's none ever near me so that's not even like something I'd do, but the thought of wanting to do that, and that it could work lingers in my mind in a way the other kind of stuff doesn't, possible because I don't want to see it as parasocial, and it feels more disconnected from the idea, despite it still being so. In that case, strangely, if I was just a huge fan and wanted to meet them, then that would be a normal thing to do at a con, and I am being MORE parasocial by having this idea that I could 'accidentally' meet them and befriend them.

I also specifically have this thought of 'oh I'd be super causual about it' Like if I saw a person I was a fan of on the street I would just be like oh shit it's you love your work because that seems like the thing to do, not freak out. Or if I coincidentally (and I actually mean coincidentally here, not like the 'accidental' of the other thought) were to like move in close to someone I was a fan of, ti would be cool to see them around, and it would be neat to try to get to know them more. and this is a particular weird part to me.

Wanting to get to know, or even befriend, neighbors is a normal thing to do. I would like to become friends with neighbors, so I have people that live near me I am friends with, and also just because having friends is nice. I don't do that now with neighbors because I'm a shut in grad student but that's besides the point at the moment.

If I was neighbors with an intertainer that I enjoyed, and I wanted to become friends, or at least acquainted, with them, then that would be parasocial, because even in recognizing I do not know very much about them, I would still be entering the sphere of communication on uneven ground because I would know way more about them than they knew me, the same issue as before. I think even if I tried to like forget about their work entirely, or create like a distinction between the intertainer and the person, the parasociality would still creep in inevitably. And if I just pretended to not know about it to them specifically, like ask what they do and be all coy like oh I don't really use youtube or whatever, then that would be worse in a way due to the deception, and on examining what would happen if it became known that I did know their work, they would feel a little scandalized, rightfully. Also if I got to know them, then tried to interact with them as a fan of their work, then it would be overly familiar, like it would be unfair to any other fan that I got to do this. I sometimes also feel this way when I interact publicly with irl friends that have, not a following, but people that they don't know that enjoy their work, like I'm being overly familiar with them in this public setting, that's kind of strange even though we are actually friends because it looks like I'm being insanely parasocial or that it's unfair that this person can talk to you like this but people they don't' know can't. (This also verges on the 'you can be jokingly rude to friends but try doing that on anon asks and you're just a dick because yeah you don't know that person or 'egg discourse' where constantly badgering a public person about their gender identity is different from nudging at a close friend in a jocular manner, both of which are kind of landmines and I don't want to touch anymore because that's not really what this is about for me)

That is all also more of an emotional feeling than one I think is actually based on some truth, and may be a reflection of how I would feel if I learned that someone 'got' to do that that wasn't me (I am also aware that that sounds kind of deranged, but I mean that I would feel this in a kind of knee jerk response, not to say that that isn't my feeling, but I recognize that it is unreasonable)

I also would be more motivated to get to know an intertainer that I share a neighborhood with than a generic neighbor, which is certainly parasocial, but could also partly due to the fact that a generic neighbor also includes plenty of people I just wouldn't get along with, so in having them be an intertainer I know, I would at least know that I would get along with them-- Accept it I wouldn't! I just caught that as I was typing actually. just because I like an intertainer's material does not mean I would necessarily get along with them, and is even less indicative of how they would find my personality, so in saying that I am still being parasocial.

I don't know what I would do in that situation of I'm being honest, realistically continue to be a shut in and just know I have someone I 'know' online as a neighbor, but just thinking about it happening, or 'fantasizing' (not that per se, but just kind of thinking it'd be neat if that happened, maybe idealizing) about it is still parasocial.

Actually I had an opportunity to do this kind of. There's a youtuber who made videos about going to undergrad where I am currently doing my PhD, and he's involved with some of the programs that the department at a lab attached to the university does, so he's around, though not on campus, at that lab, for a few weeks in the summer, and what I do, while not related to that subject, is tangentially connected, just because they're both ultimately about nuclei and shit. I have a friends who is a fan of his, as am I somewhat, and he joined the program, not to meet the guy, but because his research is in that subject so it made sense, but in getting to meet him, my friend was telling me about how nervous he was to meet and first, and it was really awesome to get to work with him. And I couldn't not think that if I met him I simply would not be like that. There was a vague sense of superiority that I knew was unfounded, but I thought like pfft I would just be casual and could become friends with him. I didn't end up going to the lab most of the summer, so I never met him, and I never felt inclined to go there just to meet him, but I had this sense of my friend is being weird I would be so normal. But as with the convention thing, it is arguably more parasocial to try to play it cool and get to know them more rather than just be a fan, though different in this case, because my friend was basically working with him, and while he was initially like woah guy I'm a fan of he wasn't like actually off putting or like being a super fan obsessive kind of guy anything. But yeah all my feelings surrounding that situation were actually stranger, I think, than just being a fan.

This is also more complex on tumblr I think, since a lot of blogs are just like things the person finds interesting, and often there really isn't that facade, at least not in a purposeful way. Sending asking, directly reblogging and tagging posts, likes being visible, it kind of leans into the feeling of yeah this is a person you can be friends with if you just try hard enough. Sometimes this is true! people make mutuals in this way, they follow each other, then come to know each other better, sharing other contacts, dming, @'ing, you can become actual online friends with people on tumblr in a way that I think is harder on any other platform (though I'm only on youtube and tumblr so if there's other social media platforms like that then my b, I saw that post where someone was dating on quora so I guess anything is possible). There's more to this as well, like being mutuals on tumblr can also just be a blog thing, not necessarily a friend thing, or you can have friends that only follow you or you only follow them because either blog does not have stuff on it actually interesting to the other. Anyway, all that to say, it's really easy to be parasocial on tumblr, and also easier to actually be friends on tumblr, but that's a side thing, I'm mostly interested in parasociality as a youtube phenomenon, which is where I experience it.

All that also to say that thoughtcrime isn't really a thing and if I'm not being a creep or doing anything harmful or anything like that then like who cares, but I find categorizing which thoughts are useful/productive and which are harmful/unproductive and other categories and try to cultivate a mindscape that is healthy to the best of my ability (though mental illness definitely does not help with that) and I noticed a strange pattern of parasociality that I haven't heard before, and maybe has been left behind in the popular conception of it, or else discussions of it are happening and I just haven't seen it, or that I'm the only one to feel exactly this way (that seems unlikely though given the number of people that are)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

reread the rest thus far of lackadaisy and there's the both v easy & difficult task of gathering a shit ton but only a shit ton of excerpts (like every single page is a highlight i'm not exaggerating)

and every single element is superlative and the way it all only becomes More So....already mentioned the way the like smooth gradient shading made the successful evocation of 3D Shapes more noticeable, along w/the consistent geometries of character design & details in fabric folds; the way Lighting & Coloring only goes on to become more prominent elements only enhances that further. the compositions, backgrounds, pacing, angles....everything is so dynamic & expressive, such as including the expressions which you know i also Love / absorbed

going "hell yes for people to discover this superlative comic" then having to occasionally refresh past site traffic overloaded server errors like "nooo" but actually yes

whilest clapping & cheering for the fun of everyone who's been here a minute. My God the invigorating reward when again i started reading in '07 & the concept of rocky & freckle on a "proper" run had only manifested via fun official bonus art, then a literal decade later as it was actually happening in the comic like screeeeaammm i can feel it coming in the air tonight oh lord etc....i've loved following it, again, if i see another new comic page. i am going to be Enriched

i also really was right on the ball myself this time around like okay okay yep i have picked up on Everything, at least to the degree i can lmao. i love the mysteries. i love how Character Focused it is too ofc and there's no characters i'm uniterested in / dislike. you gotta point to one of them, truly, and i have been a [pointing at freckle] enjoyer these fifteen years but fr i am a connoisseur of everyone, i love that so many characters are a weird mysterious chaos element story driver in their own right. i considered mordecai more intently than ever, love his like ultra mystery (and that we leave off on him doing some detectiving even) and truly fun that like, the source of the more Immediate problems he keeps having in every damn interaction isn't the like [wow mordecai with the just diving into the hatchet murdering] factor so much as it's that he's generally like "i am just standing here" and is not nt in any way that matters and people insist on fucking with him on that front. the peak tragedy of him in a bonus comic getting bullied into having to dance with someone to Be Polite like i'm so sorry i wish you could be that ficus too. anyways intrigued with the marigold &/or mordecai mysteries including that it's like, how coincidental is it that he talks about marigold having a thorn in its side & the savoys' nickname for him is peekon = thorn. there is so much to consider, love that for us truly. and i'm rooting for mordecai & nicodeme's dynamic out here, is another conclusion....very enriched by comparing & contrasting that serafine nicodeme mordecai triumvirate with the rocky ivy freckle one, to be sure. im enriched

i'm also enriched by every footnote that's got like historical facts / research notes / [this is inaccurate for xyz prioritization but here's the disclaimer] explanations. i Love information. and everything else like i loooove this comic it's Soooo Fucking putting my hands to my temples and inhaling at length through my teeth

[boasamishipper]

Night Court anon here again - oh wow, all your Dan/Harry WIPs sound amazing, and I especially can't wait for Code of Conduct, I was *hoping* for Harry's POV of Judicial Impropriety and I'm very excited!! 💜

hello again! i'm so glad you're excited for Code of Conduct - i'm about 3200 words in right now, with the expected word count to be a little under 10k (just because of who i am as a person lmao).

snippet below the cut:

“Answer this for me, Harry. True or false.”

Harry takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand, half-hoping that Dan’s sudden appearance is a stress-and-slight-stomachache-induced hallucination. No dice. “Okay.”

“True or false. If you decide to get back together with your boyfriend, it’s polite to inform the handsome attorney from whom you accepted an offer of a night on the town,” even Dan’s eyebrow waggle looks put out, “not six hours prior that your situation has changed, so said handsome attorney can avoid driving all the way to Queens and looking like an idiot in front of you, your three insipid roommates, and your stupid doctor boyfriend.”

“I’m sensing this isn’t a hypothetical.”

“True or false, Harry.”

“True,” Harry says, and Dan throws his arms into the air triumphantly.

“Thank you. My God, Harry, I bought Veuve Clicquot for this woman! Okay, I paid Phil to do the buying, but it was still my money! What the hell am I supposed to do with eighty-eight dollars worth of champagne now?”

“Return it to the store?” Harry suggests.

“Non-refundable.”

“Donate it to charity?”

“The whole point of the less fortunate is that they remain less fortunate, Harry. I’m not upending that hierarchy by giving them luxury champagne.”

“Keep talking like that and you’ll get a Cabinet position,” Harry says, and Dan’s eyes light up.

“You think so?”

“Sure. You’d be the most human of the bunch.”

“Gosh, sir, you say the sweetest things,” Dan deadpans, somehow simultaneously rolling his eyes and batting his eyelashes. “Got any more ideas?”

“You could save the champagne for my next New Year’s Eve luau.”

Dan’s whole face scrunches up. “I’d rather donate it to charity. None of your usual guests have the class to fully appreciate such a gift. Well, you do, I suppose,” he says thoughtfully. “But Bull? Absolutely not.”

“Thanks,” Harry says. For the sake of his fluttering heart, he wishes Dan flirting and Dan trying to suck up didn’t look and sound so similar. “I think.”

“Don’t mention it. What’re you doing here so late, anyhow?”

“Said the kettle to the pot.”

“The kettle forgot his keys and saw the light under your door. And the Honorable Judge Pot?”

“Bail reports,” Harry says, gesturing at the files. The stack on the floor is midway to his knees. The five remaining stacks on the desk are approximately the length of his arm. 

Dan sucks a sympathetic breath through his teeth. He stands up, and Harry figures that he’s going to go home. He’s surprised when Dan says instead, “Well, such an occasion ought to be celebrated.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “If only we had a bottle of champagne lying around.”

“Dan, we’re off the clock,” Harry says. “You don’t have to suck up.”

Dan looks a little hurt. “Who’s sucking up?”

“You—well, I-I thought you were offering me your bottle of champagne—”

“I was offering to split my champagne with you,” Dan says archly. “No ulterior motive, nothing up my sleeve—unless you count wanting some champagne for myself.” He winks. “So, you game or what?”

Harry bites his lip. He has to get these bail reports signed, sealed, and delivered, otherwise they’ll just be waiting for him on Monday. On the other hand, being alone with Dan and a bottle of good champagne is the basis of at least three of his favorite fantasies. Which is exactly why he should say no. But naturally, his traitorous mouth says, “I’m game.”

Dan grins. “Back in five.”

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 19/41

Chapter 19: Over and Over and Over

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only unprotected PIV, sleep sex(consensual), masturbating, Unprotected PIV (play safe ya'll!), food play, fingering, biting, cunnilingus, topping from the bottom, male dominant, pussy spanking, overstimulation, forced orgasm, vibrator, ejaculate on body

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 19: Over and Over and Over

“I swear, I have never showered so much,” you say to Austin as the water runs down your chest, rinsing away his sticky cum. He is leaning against the tile watching you wash yourself.

“Could you really have gone again?” he asks.

“Oh, intrigued now are we, why you wanna fuck me in the shower?” you shoot him a look over your shoulder.

“Well, yes,” he wraps his arms around you from behind, rubbing the soap into your breasts, “although we’ll save that for another time.”

“Mmm, You keep doing that and there will be no waiting babe,” you warn him.

He stops with a tweak to your nipples, making you inhale sharply and give him a look of pure devilry.

The water rinses away the soap and you give him a turn under the water.

“I mean it, are you ever like totally satisfied?” he asks as he rinses off.

“Whoa there Mister. Do you think that you have not satisfied me?” you put your hand up with a slightly concerned look.

“Well, not that exactly, clearly you have been having orgasms…intensely." his lip curls in a smile, "but… to want more... after all that? Wow, that’s a fierce sex drive,” he turns off the water.

“It’s not like I HAVE to have more,” you hand him a towel, that he immediately opens and wraps around you before taking another for himself. Such a fucking gentleman.

“Thank you,” you tell him for the towel, “I can honestly say that in the past three days I’ve been living in a constant state of sexual satisfaction. It’s just the more I get off, through sex or masturbating, the more sex drive I have. The less I get, the less I find I crave it,” you shrug, drying off.

“Huh, I have never heard that before. The less I get off, the more I want it,” he says.

“What are you? A human male in his prime?” you make a fake shocked face, “and the more you get?” you hang up your towel.

“Well… this is the most I've gotten in so short a time, so I'll tell you tomorrow,” he smiles at you.

”It’s not like the first orgasm isn't enough,” you explain watching him dry off and hang up his towel. “It’s like climbing a mountain, only there are several summits in a row,” you draw jagged peaks in the air, “and I’ve already made it most of the way up after the first one, I could go back down, but the other peaks are right there, so why not.”

You follow him into the bedroom, where you both start blowing out candles and picking up petals.

“Plus, I feed off you. Austin you are so..." you close your eyes and crease your brow for emphasis, "hot when you are fucking me or jerking off, especially when you are about to cum. I just don’t stop being aroused around you, even after I cum. And honestly, "you stop and look at him with a sly half smile, "sometimes I am just an insatiable whore. Like, I would have totally let you fuck me in the shower just now.”

“Really? I thought you were sore?” he says, gathering up the sheet he had lain on the bed with all the petals on it. Brilliant.

You shrug, “Meh, not really. You’ve kept me too wet for friction to be an issue. Mostly my muscles are sore.”

“Well damn,” he stops and looks at you, “if I wasn’t so tired, I’d make you get back in there.”

For the span of two heartbeats, you both stand on opposite sides of the bedroom, naked and staring at the other. You cock your eyebrow at him, indicating your willingness. He seems to be weighing the options when a huge yawn hits him. Of course, your mirror neurons activate your own yawn.

The yawns end in laughter.

“Yeah, let’s put that on the rain-check list for now,” he says stretching. You nod in agreement.

“So, um. Yeah, you clearly need rest, and if you need some space…I can go back to my place tonight, if…. Y’know, you want that?” you ask a bit awkwardly.

“Well, if YOU want that… it’s fine… but I... I don’t want that. Unless," a small awkward smile spreads on his face, "you let me come with you."

“I do not want that,” you say assuredly.

“Oh." he looks down, "Ok. It’s ush fine,” thinly veiled disappointment on his face.

You aren’t sure what just happened, then it dawns on you.

“No, No!!” you rush to him, ‘I meant I didn’t want to go, not that I didn't want you to come with me." You rub his arm reassuringly, "I like sleeping with you.”

“Oh! Geeze, stupid abandonment issues,” he says under his breath and puts his arms around you. “Good cuz I sleep better with you around, no matter where we are.”

You lean up to kiss him.

You both climb into bed and click off the lights. You are curled up on his chest, he plays with your hand, outlining your fingers and interlacing them with his own. You both take big deep relaxing breaths.

“Night sweets” you say, kissing his chest.

“Love you.” he murmurs. He kisses your hand then curls it in his own.

Warmth spreads in your chest, “Love you too.”

He squeezes you to him and promptly drifts off. How did you get so lucky? You wonder to yourself, a smile on your face as you snuggle in deeper and fall asleep.

....

It’s still early dawn when you wake up with Austin curled around you. You slide quietly out of bed to pee, then slip right back into his arms and feel his hardness. He stirs as he feels you press against him.

“Mornin’ booful, ”he mumbles.

“No,” you murmur back, “sleep still.”

“Can I just be inside you?” he pushes against you.

“Sure baby, give me a sec.” You reach over and get lube, spread a little on your outer lips, You reach back to his hard wood, spreading some on his tip. He sleepy moan gritty in his throat. You press your ass back to him, lifting your top leg a little to give him access and guide him.

He slides in sucking his breath in through his teeth. You sleepily groan as he moves in and out a couple times, before pulling you close and falling back to sleep.

His movements felt so good inside you. Apparently you are still an insatiable whore today. You lick your finger and reach down to rub around your clit. Thinking back to the heat of him spanking you, to him eating you out on a bed of rose petals, his cock in your ass, his hands on your tits in the shower, his mouth on yours.

Your breath starts to come in short bursts. You slowly rock yourself on his length while your fingers get faster. Your mouth clenched shut. You can feel his hips gently rocking, pressing his cock further into you then pulling out again. You shudder as a little orgasm overtakes you.

“Thank you baby,” you whisper in an outbreath.

“Mmmnnghf” and soft snoring are all you hear. Your chest jiggles in a silent laugh… even asleep Austin can satisfy you.

.....

You wake up with him still inside you, but much softer.

You wonder if you can get him hard again. You start clenching around his tip, gently at first and having to hold him in a bit with your hand. As you feel him get harder and you get wetter, you tighten around him. His sleepy hands start rubbing your waist, as he starts awakening.

The rhythmic grasping of your muscles is starting to give rise to waves of sparkles from your seed to your fingertips.

You hear his contented sigh and “Mmmm” as he comes to realize what is happening. His body awakens with a big stretch, legs pushing straight and arms over head, which pushes his cock further into you.

“Oh yeah,” you murmur breathily.

“Good morning love,” he says, wrapping his arms around you.

“Indeed,” you respond.

“I dreamt that I slid inside you last night and you came on my cock,” he whispers in your ear.

“That wasn’t a dream baby. You asked to be inside me in the wee hours and I did cum on your cock,” you smile, reaching up, pulling his head to you from behind.

“Really? Insatiable indeed,” he says, stopping his movement.

“Yes and yes.”

Austin pulls out and rolls you on your back, climbing between your open, welcoming legs.

You are both hit with the reality of morning breath

“Oh babe, maybe we should brush our teeth, cuz I want that mouth on mine,” you say.

"Wait,” he reaches over to the bedside drawer and pulls out mints, he gives you a couple and you both crunch them greedily, little peppermint sparks dancing on your tongue.

“Better?” he asks.

“Better,” you say, pulling him down to your mouth. His soft lips press to yours in an almost chaste kiss, then open revealing the wetness of his inner lips as they press into yours. Moving your mouths to close the kiss only to open them again, this time with tongues tentatively probing each other.

His hips start moving, his dick searching for your warm wet hollow again. You reach to guide him in, but he holds your hand.

“No, Let me play,” he says into your mouth, hips rolling.

You start moving your hips to try and catch him. Suddenly there he is, poised on the brink. You both stop moving for a breath. He looks into your eyes and a warm, soft-eyed smile spreads across his face.

“I’m so lucky,” he says in a whisper.

“Same,” you whisper back.

His hands slip under your arms to grip your shoulders, holding himself up on his elbows, he slides into you all at once. Your head tilts back as a whimper vibrates from your throat. His mouth latches onto the side of your neck as he buries himself with a soft, throaty groan. Goosebumps spring up on your arm as he bites your neck.

For a long while, his strokes in and out of you are long and sensuous, with pauses for his mouth to wander from your neck to your mouth and back again. Your hands go from combing through his hair to massaging the muscles of his neck and shoulders. No hurry, no pressure. Just languid emotion made physical.

“I love how good you feel on top of me, inside of me,” you whisper in his ear, “I love how wet I am with you. I want you in me all the time.”

“That’s good cuz, I want to be in you all the time,” he murmurs back. “I want you when we eat dinner, or watch movies, I want you in the shower, when we cook together, and apparently even when I’m asleep," he chuckles.

“You can have me anytime, anywhere, Austin. And right now, I just want you deep in me.” You wrap your legs around his waist, then reach up and grasp your feet, pulling your knees down to your sides. You are as wide open to him as possible.

“Yes M’am,” is all he says. He lifts his head and captures your mouth, deep and passionate. His leisurely pace gives way to a steady rhythm.

He is buried so deep in you, his pubis grinding into your spread clit with each deep thrust. You feel the rise from deep in you. He keeps his mouth on yours, his tongue flicking against yours as his hips rise and fall.

“Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,” Your breathy moans delivered into his mouth with each thrust.

“I’m so close,” he breathes into you.

“Me too. Don’t stop,” you reply.

You start clenching, hard around him, trying to drive him over the edge.

It works.

It works for you too.

A barrage of obscene, articulate sounds roll from his chest and from your throat. Your orgasms crash together like two opposing waves. He keeps riding you hard through his orgasm. You told him not to stop.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he is panting into your neck, overstimulating himself to make sure you cum.

Your hands grasping at his neck and shoulders, ankles hooked onto one another, legs squeezing him to you as you convulse under him.

“Ok, ok ok ohmygod!” you pant in his ear.

You feel his cum leaking out and down your crack as he slows his movements. He lays on top of you, shivering in overwhelm.

You clench down on him, making your own eyes roll back.

“Holy fuck,” he jerks up arching his back.

You snicker.

“Woman!” he exclaims. So you clench down again, moaning.

“Ahhhhh, yeee stop that!!! he shivers.

“Tee hee, how fun,” you giggle.

“Watch it or I’ll-”, you clench down again, biting your lip.

“Fuck!” he pulls out of you and kneels between your legs, “That’s it!” he says in mock anger.

You can’t help but laugh. Then he starts tickling you mercilessly.

“Sorry, sorry sorry!!!” you wheeze, laughing.

You two end up in a pile of giggles and limbs. He stops tickling you and wraps you in his arms.

You stay in bed a long time, kissing, cuddling, simply enjoying being together. You order coffee and pastries to be delivered from your favorite coffee shop. You tell him to stay put when you get the notification that your food is at the front desk. Slipping into one of his shirts, doing up one button at your sternum, and a pair of workout shorts, you are very aware that it looks like you are only partially dressed.

You run down to the front desk to get breakfast. The doorman looks knowingly at you as you pick up two cups of coffee and a whole bag of goodies. You just smile and wink at him.

When you get back, Austin is partially sitting against the headboard. One arm is up, supporting his head. The sheets are pulled up to cover his crotch, hinting at the sexy little trail under his belly button. Damn, he is frightfully gorgeous.

You drink him in with your eyes, the corner of your bottom lip trapped by your teeth. He is doing the same as you stand at the foot of the bed holding breakfast. The shirt having slipped down over one shoulder, your hair is all tousled from his tickling of you earlier.

“Mmmm, Austin, you are lucky I am hungry, or our coffee would get very cold,” you say to him, handing him his favorite coffee and a pastry. Then you let the shorts drop to the floor and sit cross legged on the bed. You both devour breakfast. As he takes his last bite and sets his empty coffee cup on the bedside table, you pull the sheet down slowly. Licking your lips, watching his treasure trail appear. The muscles of his lower abdomen and hip bone begging to be touched as you expose him.

“I’m sorry babe," you lean over and kiss his hip bone, "but you are far too hot," you plant kisses on the ridges of his abs, "to just" you kiss his nipple, "let you sit here," you climb up to sit astride his lap, "unmolested.” You press your lips to his in a simple kiss.

“Mmmm, I was thinking the same thing," he replies, hands on your hips. "My dirty girl," he kisses your mouth," that shirt barely closed," he kisses your cheek, "running off," his lips brush under your ear, "smelling like sex," he nips your neck" making people think you are half naked," he lifts his head up straight. “To be honest, I'm not sure I can cum again right now, but I want to make you moan over and over and over until you beg me to stop.”

Fuck. That is a hot sentence.

You let the shirt slip off your shoulders but he stops you.

“No, leave it on. It’s hot on you,” he says, pulling it back over your shoulder, running his hands along the edge. He undoes the one lone button, pushing the material away from your tits, dragging his fingertips across your nipples.

Then he leans over to the bag of pastries on the bed. He opens it and pulls out a cream filled donut.

“I know, not in your pussy,” he says, as your mouth opens to remind him.

He pulls the donut apart, scooping out the creamy white filling deftly with his finger. He slathers it on your nipples then licks his finger while gazing up at you through his eyelashes.

You know its mad, how many times you’ve fucked this man, yet you still start to feel the wetness seep between your labia. He is intoxicatingly addictive.

He puts one hand behind your back, pulling you up onto your knees and your chest closer to his mouth. He starts that magic tongue on your nipples, licking the cream off in swirls. He switches back and forth between your breasts. Putting as much of your breast in his mouth as he can, then sucking and pulling backwards letting the flesh slide out of his mouth. He watches as the cooler air hits the wetness, making your nipple pucker. He takes your nipple into the warmth of his mouth again, this time between his teeth. You suck in air through pursed lips as the tip of his tongue flickers across the tip.

You feel the flat of his hand gliding along your lips. When he feels the wetness there he smiles and chortles against your breast. Then he pulls your nipple and areola in and starts sucking in earnest while rubbing your pussy harder, front to back. Your head is thrown back and you are moaning. His other hand is pinching your other nipple hard.

Sharp bolts of pleasure radiate from your nipples, it hurts, but so, so good. The middle and ring fingers of his right hand slide up into you and he starts brushing them against your g-spot. You feel like a string puppet, your breath bursting out, as your abs contract with each flutter of his fingers.

“Oh whoa d’ ahhh,” you utter senselessly.

“You like that? You want more?” he asks. You nod, unable to form proper words.

The heel of his hand starts thumping against your mound. Your hips start quivering against his hand. You can feel little droplets splashing on your legs. He switches his attention to your other nipple, biting down this time. The pain/pleasure unexpectedly shoves you over the edge.

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” you cry out. Your thighs and glutes strain in orgasm.

He is still slamming into you, with wet squashy sounds. You clench on his fingers, filling his palm with wetness

“Oh that’s coming next, baby girl,” his voice is hoarse with desire, “but first you gotta clean these off.” He pulls his fingers out of you and offers them to your mouth. You indulge in sucking them, working them like they were his cock, cleaning them off.

“Good girl,” he says, “now get up on that cock, it’s hard and ready for you.”

You move your feet under you, squatting on top of him, using the headboard to help hold yourself up. He uses his hand to guide himself into you as you lift up to accommodate his length. Your wet pussy slides easily down onto him.

“Oh my god you feel so good,” you moan as you take him deep.

“I want you to ride me ‘till you cum again, hunny,” he says with a wicked smile.

You start gliding up and down on him, savoring every inch. You grab his fingers, bringing them to your mouth. He moves them back and forth as you lick and suck.

You are fixated on his cock that fills your cunt and his fingers filling your mouth. You are barely off that first orgasm when you feel the second one building. You start popping your booty faster on his shaft.

“Fuck you feel good,” he moans.

You go to reach down to your clit, but he’s already there, grinding his thumb against you.

It’s all you need to crash over the edge again.

“Oh yeeaah,” you moan around his fingers. Quickly, you stand up over him pressing your hips forward and rub yourself hard, spraying him with droplets.

He sits up and opens his mouth like a baby bird, flicking his tongue. Grabbing your ass, he pulls you to him. You step forward, catching yourself on the wall with one hand, feeding your orgasming pussy to him. The other hand on the back of Austin’s head, you grind into him as he laps greedily.

You squat back down to his level, holding his head. He is panting, juicy faced, and smiling.

You are not smiling, your Succubus has gotten ahold of the reins and levels a searing gaze at Austin. Your nostrils flared, your chin tilted down, lips parted, breath coming in short exhales. You lick your wetness off his chin and lips, catching his mouth in a deep kiss. You are on fire. You are feral.

He pulls away, cocks one eyebrow and says, “You need tamin’.” Without warning, he grabs your legs out from under you, pushing you back on the bed forcefully. He climbs on top of you. Grabbing your two hands in his one, he holds them above your head. He sinks his cock into you and starts fucking you, hard.

“YES YES YES,” you growl. You are about to cum again when he stops.

“You want more, baby?” he asks with that devious smile.

Your breath is heaving through clenched teeth. Pupils blown, in your wild eyes.

“Fuck me, dammit!” you demand.

“Then you gotta do what I say, you understand me?”

“Yes, Just fuck me. Now.” your voice is threatening, topping from the bottom.

One eyebrow arches up, his lips purse and he huffs out though his nose, slightly shaking his head with narrowed eyes. Gripping your wrists tighter, he slllllooooowly pulls out. Your hips arch up to keep him in you as long as possible.

“Nononono,” you hear someone whining.

It’s you.

You struggle against his hand holding yours. You inner demon thrashing in a tantrum, unable to regulate your reaction and how much you want him right fucking now.

He grabs your chin hard and forces you to look at him. His fingers clutching at the side of your throat. His eyes are intense and dominating. It stops you short, breathing heavy.

“Fuckin’ stop it, or as God as my witness I will tie you to this bed and walk away, leavin’ you wantin’. You git me?” his voice is deep and quiet and powerful; and oh so southern.

There is no doubt in your mind that he would do just that. You take a shaggy breath, and nod. Still you hips move and shake.

“Now, I promise I’ll fuck tha’ pretty pussy as hard as I can, long as you do as I say,” he asserts.

You nod again, licking your lips.

“Reach up ‘ere and grab th’ foot board, like a good girl," he lets go of your face and stretches your arms back with both hands.

Not quite able to reach, he pushes you back a little as you wriggle so you can grasp the low bars.

“Mmmhmmm, now keep 'em ‘ere,” he commands.

You nod, adjusting your grip.

He sits back, sliding his legs under yours so your legs are spread apart over his thighs, hips tilted up.

‘Mmm, fuckin’ gorgeous spread on ma lap ‘ike ‘is. All red n’ swollen n' ready for me ta play.” He is petting your lips, pulling them apart and pinching them together, inserting his finger in your vagina just enough to make you squirm.

He starts rubbing and gently patting your mound. Fuck. You know what is coming and you start quivering in anticipation.

He grinds his palm into your pubis and your legs jerk towards each other, almost hitting him in the face.

“Keep 'em legs apart or I’ll have to hol’ em down,” he warns, pushing them back down. He pulls your labia apart and pinches your clit between his fingers.

Your legs try to slam together again.

“You know I never warn twice lil’ darlin,” he untangles his legs from under yours and puts them on top, holding them down.

Oh. My. God. This is gonna be good. You might have done it on purpose, wanting him to hold you down.

“Now I’m gon’ whup that naughty pussy. I wan’ it nice and juicy, cuz after I’m gon’ give you my cock.”

He knows how fucking hot his dirty Elvis talk makes you. Your hips are moving of their own accord, desperate for his attentions.

He looks down on you, the edges of his mouth curled up wickedly.

Tap , tap, tap, smack!

Your legs jerk under his, as hot electricity shoots through your clit.

He administers one, two, three good slaps on your mons, interspersed with little ones and soothing rubs and clit pinches. All designed to make you moan and cringe in pleasure.

“You like it when I spank ‘is ‘ere puss,” SMACK, “don’ you babeh.” SMACK. You nod.

“Tell me you like it.” SMACK

“I fucking love it,” you moan.

“That’s my dirty girl,” that wicked smile is back.

He starts a series of relentless lighter slaps, tossing in hard thwacks. Each hard slap makes you moan and jerk under him. It feels so deliciously naughty to feel such pleasure from this assault on your cunt. Your hips are pulsating under his ministrations.

“You like gettin’ that pussy nice and juicy for ma cock?” Austin drawls as he rolls your clit between his fingers.

“Uh huh” is all you can manage as you writhe under his legs.

He slaps a rapid-fire light staccato as he slides fingers into you. The delicious stings are lightning to your core, your clit is on fire in the best way.

Austin gives you several hard, wet smacks in a row that, in the back of your mind, makes you realize he could’ve been hitting you much harder than he has been. The thought is both nerve wracking and delicious.

He flicks his fingers in your swollen slit. Your body convulses under the sweet torture of his hand slapping your pussy. You are so close to cumming, it’s insane that you haven't yet.

“You did so good babeh, takin’ ma whuppin’,” he has stopped spanking you, his palm pressing down on your hot, wet, throbbing pussy, “Yer so wet fo’ me, such a dirty, dirty girl.”

He slips a single finger into you. You writhe, desperate for more, teetering on the edge of reality.

“Are you ready fo’ my cock naw?” he slaps you one more time, the hardest yet

“YES!” you shout, arching in pleasure filled agony.

His throat rumbles with a deep laugh, “My fuckin’ dirty girl.”

He gets off the bed. Standing at the side, he grabs your legs.

“Let ‘er go,” he says.

You had forgotten that you were holding on to the footboard.

He yanks you around to face him, until your ass is on the edge of the bed. Still holding onto your legs, he spreads them apart.

“Wha’d I tell you I’d do if’n you were good?” he asks.

“Fuck me as hard as you can,” you answer immediately. You need him inside you, you need him hard and fast.

“That’s right. You wan’ it still?” his cock is rubbing against your wetness.

“Fuck yes,” you exclaim through clenched teeth, pelvis quivering.

“Good, cuz yer gonna get it’eether way,” he pushes into you.

“Oh yes!” you moan.

“Now,’ he is sliding in and out of you at a regular pace, “you betteh tell me if ya’ll ‘bout to cum sos I can do you right.”

You nod, licking your lips and watch his face through half closed eyes.

Smiling, he starts slamming into you, hands holding tight to your bent knees.

You are in fucking heaven, breasts bouncing as he pistons in and out of your wet cleft. You reach down and hold the edge of the bed so you don’t slide away from him with each deep thrust.

Austin is full-body fucking you, arms pulling you onto him as much as his hips are pounding into you. He is vocalizing in deep rage-like tones. It’s everything your demon wanted: deep, hard, fast, merciless. The world starts to lose shape as all your senses converge onto one pinpoint deep inside you.

“I’m. I’m-” You can’t even get the word ‘cum’ out before it explodes into an enormous collage, barraging your senses in gorgeous ecstasy.

You are so far gone right now, you don’t even register that he slowed down until he pulls out and is gone. You whimper at the sudden nothing. Your knees flop towards each other, hips shaking. Breathing deep, you know it’s not over yet, you are so fucking insatiable right now.

“It’s ok baby I’m coming back,” he says from across the room. You hear the soft whirrr of your vibrator. The curvy one, that goes inside and on your clit. He pulls your legs apart and slides his cock into you once more. You moan and smile at having him back inside again.

He holds the long part of the vibe on your mound and starts his dogged pummeling of your pussy again. The combo of his dick impaling you and the vibrator takes no time at all to have you peaking again. Your mouth is open in a silent scream, as your muscles contract in a wave from your pelvic floor, up your spine, arching your back and neck to your eyes rolling back in their sockets, hands pounding the bed.

“Yeah baby, that’s what I want to see, thrash on that cock,” he is saying.

He takes his cock and the vibrator away. You are panting back, eyes to the ceiling.

“Look at me,” he says raggedly .

You tilt your head forward, taking in the sight of him from head to cock. His eyes are savage, his tongue darts out to taste the sweat that is running down his face. His chest expands with his puffing breath. His abs slick with perspiration. His hand on his cock.

Holy Mother of FUCK. He is beyond sexy.

“Do you want me to cum all over you?” he asks, hand sliding in your wetness covering his red, hard cock.

You nod, “Yes, fuck yes, right here.” You reach down and pull your lips apart, hoping he’ll jizz hot on your clit.

That wicked smile spreads on his face as he grabs the vibrator and flips it over. Pushing it into your well fucked pussy, the top head nestles onto your exposed clit.

Shit shit … Each orgasm is getting stronger than the last. You aren’t sure if you can take another. You are shaking your head and grabbing his wrist.

“Oh yes, you are gonna take it baby, one last big one for me as I cum on you.”

His left hand covers the vibrator, pushing it down onto your clit, making your whole body jerk forward, His right hand pumps away at his own cock. Your hips jerk back and forth under his hand driving you back up. Then you are floating, suddenly levitating out of your body in a euphoric trance, tethered only by his hand trapping your quaking pussy.

You hear a loud grizzly “awwwww fuuuuck yeahhhh!!” The sensation of hot cum spurting in ribbons; all over your belly, your hands, your cunt; slams you back into your body. Still holding onto his wrist, you jam it back and forth, forcing him to fuck you with the vibrator, deep friction on your clit. You are full on screaming, every muscle writhing in the ultimate crescendo. You aren’t sure if you are coming still or coming again.

“No more. Please," you pant, pushing his hand away.

He pulls the vibrator away, turns it off and tosses it aside. He sits down heavy on the bed next to you, and flops back, grabbing your hand in his. You are just laying there completely wrung out, shivers of aftershocks periodically coursing through your body.

As your breathing slows, you fall completely asleep. You don’t notice how he moved your arm around him and curled up on your chest.