#I will NOT be posting these regularly by the way!

[sapphicides]

i’ve been seeing a lot of posts about the yellowjackets wearing each other’s clothes and while i love the angst of it all, i think it’s worth noting that the entire group seems to swap clothes regularly and there’s something equally devastating about that, too

the fact that they probably didn’t have a solid laundry system, especially in those first several months out there and especially in the winter, so they had no real way of separating clothing based on who it belonged to and several of the girls’ favorite clothes wound up lost

the fact that they lost all sense of personal style out there because they had to prioritize wearing what they had and sharing clothes to layer up with, symbolizing how they slowly lost their attachment to the civilized world that they once knew

the fact that, for 19 months, none of them got to have the teenage girl experience of picking out cute outfits every day and walking out feeling confident and pretty and themselves

the fact that so much of the clothing they had belonged to their dead teammates and friends, and they had to wear that clothing without ever having time to think about it or mourn the people they lost before putting it on

the fact that certain characters favor the clothing of specific people they’ve lost, like shauna regularly wearing jackie’s clothing more than anyone else’s or lottie regularly wearing laura lee’s dress

the fact that that clothing will always carry the traumatic memories of what they went through out there, no matter how much time passes or how many times they run it through the wash

the wilderness will always be there, inside every fiber of the fabric like a stain that will not come out

[studyinglogic]

[Continued from above]

Mistake 1: Asymmetrical Studying

Assuming you don't just want to do a single activity in a language, or are learning a language like ASL, a language requires 4 parts to be studied: Speaking, Listening, Writing, Reading. While these have overlap, you can't learn speaking from reading, or even learn speaking from just listening. One of my first Chinese teachers told me how he would listen to the textbook dialogues while he was biking to classes and it helped him. I took this information, thought "Yeah that's an idea, but sounds boring" and now regret not taking his advice nearly every day.

I think a lot of us find methods we enjoy to study (mine was reading) and assume that if we just do that method more ™ it will eventually help us in other areas (sometimes it does, but that's only sometimes). Find a method that works for you for each area of study, even better find more than one method since we use these skills in a variety of manners! I can understand a TV program pretty well since I have a lot of context clues and body language to fill in any gaps of understanding, but taking a phone call is much harder—the audio is rougher, there's no body language to read, and since most Chinese programs have hard coded subtitles, no subtitles to fall back on either. If I were to compare the number of hours I spent reading in Chinese to (actively) training my listening? Probably a ratio of 100 to 1. When I started to learn Korean, the first thing I did was find a variety of listening resources for my level.

Fix: Find a variety of study methods that challenge all aspects of the language in different ways.

A variety of methods will help you develop a more well-rounded level of mastery, and probably help you keep from getting bored. Which is important because...

Mistake 2: Inconsistent Studying

If there is one positive to a language app, it is the pressure it puts on keeping a streak. Making studying a part of your everyday routine is the best thing you can do. I benefited a lot from taking a college language course since I had a dedicated time to study and practice Chinese 5 days out of the week (and homework usually filled the other two). Memorization is a huge part of language learning, and stopping and starting is terrible for memorization. When I was in elementary school, we had Spanish maybe a couple times a month. Looking back, it seems like it was the first class to be cut if we needed to catch up on a more important course. Needless to say, I can't even speak Spanish at an elementary level.

However, I'm sure many people reading this don't have the time to do ultra-immersion 4-hour study sessions every day either. Find what days during the week you have time to focus on learning new vocab and grammar, and use the rest of the week to review. This can be done on your commute to school/work, while you do the dishes, or as a part of your morning/evening routine. Making this as realistic as possible will help you actually succeed in making this a habit. (Check this out for how to set realistic study goals)

Fix: Study regularly (ideally daily) by setting realistic goals. Avoid "binge" studying since remembering requires consistent repetition to be most effective.

Mistake 3: Resource Choice

This is really composed of two mistakes, but I have a good example that will cover them both.

First, finding resources that are at or slightly above your level is the most important thing. Easy resources will not challenge you enough and difficult resources will overwhelm you. The ideal is n+1, with n as what you know plus 1 new thing.

Second, getting distracted by fancy, new technology. Newer isn't always better, and there are often advantages that are lost when we've made technological developments. I often found myself wanting to try out new browser extensions or organizational methods and honestly I would've benefitted from just using that time to study. (Also, you're probably reading this because of my DL post so I don't think it has to be said that AI resources suck.)

A good example of this was my time using Clozemaster. I had actually recommended it when I first started using it since I thought the foundation was really solid. However, after long term use, I found that it just wasn't a good fit. The sentences were often too simple or too long and strange for memorization at higher levels or were too difficult at lower levels. I think that taking my textbook's example sentences from dialogues into something like Anki would've been a far better use of my time (and money) as they were already designed to be at that n+1 level.

Fix: "Vet" your resources—make sure they will actually help you. If something is working for you, then keep using it! You don't always have to upgrade to the newest tool/method.

Mistake 3.5: Classrooms and Textbooks

A .5 since it's not my mistake, but an addendum of caution. I think there is a significant part of the language learning community that views textbooks and classroom learning as the worst possible resource. They are "boring", "outdated", and "ineffective" (ironically one of the most interesting modern language learning methods, ALG, is only done in a classroom setting). Classrooms and textbooks bring back memories of being surrounded by mostly uninterested classmates, minimal priority, and a focus on grades rather than personal achievement (imagine the difference between a class of middle schoolers who were forced to choose a foreign language vs. adult learners who self-selected!) People have used these exact methods, or even "cruder" methods, to successfully learn a language. It all comes down to what works best for you. I specifically recommend textbooks for learning grammar and the plentiful number of dialogues and written passages that can function great as graded readers and listening resources. (Also the distinction made between "a youtube lesson on a grammatical principle" which is totally cool, and "a passage in a grammar textbook" is more one of tone and audio/written than efficacy).

Classrooms can be really great for speaking practice since they can be a lot less intimidating speaking to someone who is also learning while receiving corrections. Speech can be awkward to train on your own (not impossible if you're good at just talking aloud to yourself!), and classrooms can work nicely for this. Homework and class schedules also have built in accountability!

Fix: Explore resources available to you and try to think holistically about your approach. CI+Traditional Methods is my go to "Learning Cocktail"

Mistake 4: Yes, Immersion, But...

I realized this relatively quickly while learning Chinese, but immersion at a level much higher than your current level will do very little for you. What is sometimes left out of those "Just watch anime to learn Japanese" discussions is that you first need to have a chance at understanding what is being said. Choosing materials that are much higher than your level will not teach you the language. It doesn't matter how many times someone at HSK 1 hears “他是甘露之惠，我并无此水可还”, they will not get very far. Actual deduction and learning comes from having enough familiar components to be able to make deductions—something different than guessing. An HSK 1 learner, never having heard the word 老虎 will be able to understand "tiger" if someone says “这是我的老虎” while standing next to a tiger. This is not to say you can never try something more difficult—things should be challenging—but if you can't make heads or tails of what's being said, then it's time to find something a bit easier. If mistake 2 is about the type of method, this is about the level. If you wouldn't give a kindergartener The Great Gatsby to learn how to read, why would you watch Full Metal Alchemist to start learning a language?

Side note: Interesting video here on the Comprehensible Input hypothesis and how it relates to neurodivergence.

Fix: Immerse yourself in appropriate content for your level. It's called comprehensible input for a reason.

Mistake 5: On Translation

I work as a translator, so do you really think I'm going to say translation is all bad? Of course not. It's a separate skill that can be added on to the basic skills, but is really only required if you are A. someone who is an intermediary between two languages (say you have to translate for a spouse or family member) or B. It is your job/hobby. In the context of sitting down and learning, it can be harmful. I think my brain often goes to translation too often because that's how I used to learn. Trying to unlearn that is difficult because, well, what do people even mean when they say "don't translate"? They mean when someone says "thank you", you should not go to your primary language and translate "you're welcome" from that. You should train yourself to go to your target language first when you hear the word for "thank you". A very literally translated "thank you" in Chinese "谢谢你" can come off as cold and sarcastic. I don't tell my friends that, I say "谢啦～". Direct translation can take away the difference in culture, grammar, and politeness in a language. If there is a reason you sound awkward while writing and speaking, it's probably because you're imposing your primary language on your target language.

Fix: Try as hard as you can to not work from your primary language into the target language, but to work from the structures, set phrases, and grammar within the target language that you know first.

Mistake 6: The Secret Language Learners Don't Want You To Know...

...is that there is no one easy method. You are not going to learn French while you sleep, or master Korean by doing this one easy trick. Learning a language requires work and dedication, the people that succeed are those that push through the boredom of repetition and failure. The "I learned X in 1 year/month/week/day!" crowd is hiding large asterisks, be it their actual level, the assistance and free time available to them, "well actually I had already studied this for 4 years", or just straight-up lying. Our own journeys in our native tongue were not easy, they required years and years of constant immersion and instruction. While we are now older and wiser people that can make quick connections, we are also burdened with things like "jobs", "house work", "school work", and the digital black hole that is "social media" that take up our time and energy. Everything above is to help make this journey a little bit easier, quicker, and painless, but it will never be magic.

I find that language learning has a lot in common with the fitness community. People will talk about the workout that changed their life and how no other one will do the same—and it really can be the truth that it changed their life and that they feel it is the ultimate way. The real workout that will change your life is the one you're most consistent with, that you enjoy the most. Language learning is just trying to find the brain exercise that you can be the most consistent with.

Fix: Save your energy looking for shortcuts, and do the work, fail, and come back for more. If someone tells you that you can become fluent in a ridiculously short amount of time, they are selling you a fantasy (and likely a product). You get out what you put in.

For those that made it to the end, here are some of my "universal resources":

Refold Method: I don't agree with their actual method 100%, but they've collected a lot of great resources for learning languages. I've found their Chinese and Korean discords to also be really helpful and provided even more resources than what's given in their starter guides.

Language Reactor: Very useful, and have recently added podcasts as a material! The free version is honestly all you need.

Anki: If I do not mention it, the people with 4+ year streaks with a 5K word deck will not let me forget it. It can be used on desktop or on your phone as an app. If you need a replacement for a language learning app, this is one of them. Justin Sung has a lot of great info on how to best utilize Anki (as does Refold). It's not my favorite, but it could be yours!

LingQ: "But I thought you said language apps are bad!" In isolation, yes. Sorry for the clickbait. This one is pretty good, and more interested in immersing you in the language than selling a subscription to allow you to freeze your streak so the number goes up.

Grammar Textbooks: For self-taught learning, these are going to be the best resource since it's focused on the hardest part of the language, and only that. If you're tired of seeing group work activities, look for a textbook that is just on grammar (Modern Mandarin Chinese Grammar is my rec for Chinese, and A Guide to Japanese Grammar by Tae Kim is the most common/enthusiastic rec I've heard for Japanese).

Shadowing: Simply repeat what you hear. Matt vs Japan talks about his setup here for optimized shadowing (which you can probably build for a lot cheaper now), but it can also just be you watching a video and pausing to repeat after each sentence or near simultaneously if you're able.

Youtube: Be it "Short Story for Beginners", "How to use X", "250 Essential Phrases", or a GRWM in your target language, Youtube is the best. Sometimes you have to dig to find what works for you, but I imagine there is something for everyone at every level. (Pro tip: People upload textbook audio dialogues often, you don't even have to buy the textbook to be able to learn from it!)

A Friend: Be it a fellow learner, or someone who has already mastered the language, it is easier when you have someone, not only to speak to, but to remind you why you're doing this. I write far more in Chinese because I have friends I can text in Chinese.

Pen and Paper: Study after study, writing on paper continues to be the best method for memorization. Typing or using a pen and tablet still can't compare to traditional methods.

The Replies (Probably): Lots of people were happy to give alternatives for specific languages in the replies of my DL post. The community here is pretty active, so if this post blows up at least 20% of what the last one did, you might be able to find some great stuff in the replies and reblogs.

I wish you all the best~

Language Apps Suck, Now What?: A Guide to Actually Becoming "Fluent"

The much requested sequel to my DL post that was promised almost a year ago.

I'm going to address all of the techniques that have helped me in my language learning journeys. Since 95% of these came from the fact that in a past language learning mistake, they are titled as my mistakes (and how I would/did things differently going forward). For those that read to the bottom there is a "best universal resources" list.

Disclaimers:

"Fluency" is hard to define and everyone has their own goals. So for the purpose of this post, "fluency" will be defined as "your personal mastery target of the language".

If you just want to pick up a bit of a language to not sound like a total foreigner on vacation or just exchange a few words in a friend's native language, feel free to ignore what doesn't apply, but maybe something here could help make it a little easier.

This is based on my own personal experience and (some) research.

Mistake 1: Asymmetrical Studying

Assuming you don't just want to do a single activity in a language, or are learning a language like ASL, a language requires 4 parts to be studied: Speaking, Listening, Writing, Reading. While these have overlap, you can't learn speaking from reading, or even learn speaking from just listening. One of my first Chinese teachers told me how he would listen to the textbook dialogues while he was biking to classes and it helped him. I took this information, thought "Yeah that's an idea, but sounds boring" and now regret not taking his advice nearly every day.

I think a lot of us find methods we enjoy to study (mine was reading) and assume that if we just do that method more ™ it will eventually help us in other areas (sometimes it does, but that's only sometimes). Find a method that works for you for each area of study, even better find more than one method since we use these skills in a variety of manners! I can understand a TV program pretty well since I have a lot of context clues and body language to fill in any gaps of understanding, but taking a phone call is much harder—the audio is rougher, there's no body language to read, and since most Chinese programs have hard coded subtitles, no subtitles to fall back on either. If I were to compare the number of hours I spent reading in Chinese to (actively) training my listening? Probably a ratio of 100 to 1. When I started to learn Korean, the first thing I did was find a variety of listening resources for my level.

Fix: Find a variety of study methods that challenge all aspects of the language in different ways.

A variety of methods will help you develop a more well-rounded level of mastery, and probably help you keep from getting bored. Which is important because...

Mistake 2: Inconsistent Studying

If there is one positive to a language app, it is the pressure it puts on keeping a streak. Making studying a part of your everyday routine is the best thing you can do. I benefited a lot from taking a college language course since I had a dedicated time to study and practice Chinese 5 days out of the week (and homework usually filled the other two). Memorization is a huge part of language learning, and stopping and starting is terrible for memorization. When I was in elementary school, we had Spanish maybe a couple times a month. Looking back, it seems like it was the first class to be cut if we needed to catch up on a more important course. Needless to say, I can't even speak Spanish at an elementary level.

However, I'm sure many people reading this don't have the time to do ultra-immersion 4-hour study sessions every day either. Find what days during the week you have time to focus on learning new vocab and grammar, and use the rest of the week to review. This can be done on your commute to school/work, while you do the dishes, or as a part of your morning/evening routine. Making this as realistic as possible will help you actually succeed in making this a habit. (Check this out for how to set realistic study goals)

Fix: Study regularly (ideally daily) by setting realistic goals. Avoid "binge" studying since remembering requires consistent repetition to be most effective.

Mistake 3: Resource Choice

This is really composed of two mistakes, but I have a good example that will cover them both.

First, finding resources that are at or slightly above your level is the most important thing. Easy resources will not challenge you enough and difficult resources will overwhelm you. The ideal is n+1, with n as what you know plus 1 new thing.

Second, getting distracted by fancy, new technology. Newer isn't always better, and there are often advantages that are lost when we've made technological developments. I often found myself wanting to try out new browser extensions or organizational methods and honestly I would've benefitted from just using that time to study. (Also, you're probably reading this because of my DL post so I don't think it has to be said that AI resources suck.)

A good example of this was my time using Clozemaster. I had actually recommended it when I first started using it since I thought the foundation was really solid. However, after long term use, I found that it just wasn't a good fit. The sentences were often too simple or too long and strange for memorization at higher levels or were too difficult at lower levels. I think that taking my textbook's example sentences from dialogues into something like Anki would've been a far better use of my time (and money) as they were already designed to be at that n+1 level.

Fix: "Vet" your resources—make sure they will actually help you. If something is working for you, then keep using it! You don't always have to upgrade to the newest tool/method.

Mistake 3.5: Classrooms and Textbooks

A .5 since it's not my mistake, but an addendum of caution. I think there is a significant part of the language learning community that views textbooks and classroom learning as the worst possible resource. They are "boring", "outdated", and "ineffective" (ironically one of the most interesting modern language learning methods, ALG, is only done in a classroom setting). Classrooms and textbooks bring back memories of being surrounded by mostly uninterested classmates, minimal priority, and a focus on grades rather than personal achievement (imagine the difference between a class of middle schoolers who were forced to choose a foreign language vs. adult learners who self-selected!) People have used these exact methods, or even "cruder" methods, to successfully learn a language. It all comes down to what works best for you. I specifically recommend textbooks for learning grammar and the plentiful number of dialogues and written passages that can function great as graded readers and listening resources. (Also the distinction made between "a youtube lesson on a grammatical principle" which is totally cool, and "a passage in a grammar textbook" is more one of tone and audio/written than efficacy).

Classrooms can be really great for speaking practice since they can be a lot less intimidating speaking to someone who is also learning while receiving corrections. Speech can be awkward to train on your own (not impossible if you're good at just talking aloud to yourself!), and classrooms can work nicely for this. Homework and class schedules also have built in accountability!

Fix: Explore resources available to you and try to think holistically about your approach. CI+Traditional Methods is my go to "Learning Cocktail"

Mistake 4: Yes, Immersion, But...

I realized this relatively quickly while learning Chinese, but immersion at a level much higher than your current level will do very little for you. What is sometimes left out of those "Just watch anime to learn Japanese" discussions is that you first need to have a chance at understanding what is being said. Choosing materials that are much higher than your level will not teach you the language. It doesn't matter how many times someone at HSK 1 hears “他是甘露之惠，我并无此水可还”, they will not get very far. Actual deduction and learning comes from having enough familiar components to be able to make deductions—something different than guessing. An HSK 1 learner, never having heard the word 老虎 will be able to understand "tiger" if someone says “这是我的老虎” while standing next to a tiger. This is not to say you can never try something more difficult—things should be challenging—but if you can't make heads or tails of what's being said, then it's time to find something a bit easier. If mistake 2 is about the type of method, this is about the level. If you wouldn't give a kindergartener The Great Gatsby to learn how to read, why would you watch Full Metal Alchemist to start learning a language?

Side note: Interesting video here on the Comprehensible Input hypothesis and how it relates to neurodivergence.

Fix: Immerse yourself in appropriate content for your level. It's called comprehensible input for a reason.

Mistake 5: On Translation

I work as a translator, so do you really think I'm going to say translation is all bad? Of course not. It's a separate skill that can be added on to the basic skills, but is really only required if you are A. someone who is an intermediary between two languages (say you have to translate for a spouse or family member) or B. It is your job/hobby. In the context of sitting down and learning, it can be harmful. I think my brain often goes to translation too often because that's how I used to learn. Trying to unlearn that is difficult because, well, what do people even mean when they say "don't translate"? They mean when someone says "thank you", you should not go to your primary language and translate "you're welcome" from that. You should train yourself to go to your target language first when you hear the word for "thank you". A very literally translated "thank you" in Chinese "谢谢你" can come off as cold and sarcastic. I don't tell my friends that, I say "谢啦～". Direct translation can take away the difference in culture, grammar, and politeness in a language. If there is a reason you sound awkward while writing and speaking, it's probably because you're imposing your primary language on your target language.

Fix: Try as hard as you can to not work from your primary language into the target language, but to work from the structures, set phrases, and grammar within the target language that you know first.

Mistake 6: The Secret Language Learners Don't Want You To Know...

...is that there is no one easy method. You are not going to learn French while you sleep, or master Korean by doing this one easy trick. Learning a language requires work and dedication, the people that succeed are those that push through the boredom of repetition and failure. The "I learned X in 1 year/month/week/day!" crowd is hiding large asterisks, be it their actual level, the assistance and free time available to them, "well actually I had already studied this for 4 years", or just straight-up lying. Our own journeys in our native tongue were not easy, they required years and years of constant immersion and instruction. While we are now older and wiser people that can make quick connections, we are also burdened with things like "jobs", "house work", "school work", and the digital black hole that is "social media" that take up our time and energy. Everything above is to help make this journey a little bit easier, quicker, and painless, but it will never be magic.

I find that language learning has a lot in common with the fitness community. People will talk about the workout that changed their life and how no other one will do the same—and it really can be the truth that it changed their life and that they feel it is the ultimate way. The real workout that will change your life is the one you're most consistent with, that you enjoy the most. Language learning is just trying to find the brain exercise that you can be the most consistent with.

Fix: Save your energy looking for shortcuts, and do the work, fail, and come back for more. If someone tells you that you can become fluent in a ridiculously short amount of time, they are selling you a fantasy (and likely a product). You get out what you put in.

For those that made it to the end, here are some of my "universal resources":

Refold Method: I don't agree with their actual method 100%, but they've collected a lot of great resources for learning languages. I've found their Chinese and Korean discords to also be really helpful and provided even more resources than what's given in their starter guides.

Language Reactor: Very useful, and have recently added podcasts as a material! The free version is honestly all you need.

Anki: If I do not mention it, the people with 4+ year streaks with a 5K word deck will not let me forget it. It can be used on desktop or on your phone as an app. If you need a replacement for a language learning app, this is one of them. Justin Sung has a lot of great info on how to best utilize Anki (as does Refold). It's not my favorite, but it could be yours!

LingQ: "But I thought you said language apps are bad!" In isolation, yes. Sorry for the clickbait. This one is pretty good, and more interested in immersing you in the language than selling a subscription to allow you to freeze your streak so the number goes up.

Grammar Textbooks: For self-taught learning, these are going to be the best resource since it's focused on the hardest part of the language, and only that. If you're tired of seeing group work activities, look for a textbook that is just on grammar (Modern Mandarin Chinese Grammar is my rec for Chinese, and A Guide to Japanese Grammar by Tae Kim is the most common/enthusiastic rec I've heard for Japanese).

Shadowing: Simply repeat what you hear. Matt vs Japan talks about his setup here for optimized shadowing (which you can probably build for a lot cheaper now), but it can also just be you watching a video and pausing to repeat after each sentence or near simultaneously if you're able.

Youtube: Be it "Short Story for Beginners", "How to use X", "250 Essential Phrases", or a GRWM in your target language, Youtube is the best. Sometimes you have to dig to find what works for you, but I imagine there is something for everyone at every level. (Pro tip: People upload textbook audio dialogues often, you don't even have to buy the textbook to be able to learn from it!)

A Friend: Be it a fellow learner, or someone who has already mastered the language, it is easier when you have someone, not only to speak to, but to remind you why you're doing this. I write far more in Chinese because I have friends I can text in Chinese.

Pen and Paper: Study after study, writing on paper continues to be the best method for memorization. Typing or using a pen and tablet still can't compare to traditional methods.

The Replies (Probably): Lots of people were happy to give alternatives for specific languages in the replies of my DL post. The community here is pretty active, so if this post blows up at least 20% of what the last one did, you might be able to find some great stuff in the replies and reblogs.

I wish you all the best~

[victoryai]

SAD SOLAR RETURN OBSERVATIONS😪

You can reblog ↪️ my posts but please have the decency not 🚫 to steal my posts .

©Victoryai

😑 Moon conjunct Saturn in 4th house:I swear 😭 I'm so depressed because of my family. Everybody at home just treating you the way they like without understanding that you're equally going through a lot. They want you to do all the chores cause you stayed at home. Wash their dishes, cook for them, fucking send you to live with a relative .This is so hard. I feel homeless. I'm even crying right now.

😑Had Virgo ascendant last year, having Scorpio ascendant this year. God!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. Why do I have to face two straight up hard years. Last year was really tough and I really hoped this year would be better. But no!!! This year just started and I'm going through hell already. Mercy Lord!!

Lighten my yoke🙏.

😑This pisces stellium is eating me up for real 😔

😑Rx Mars in cancer: Does my family not like me anymore cause their making me cry a lot😪

😑 Neptune tightly conjunct north node in pisces : What sort of confusion is this!?

😑 Uranus square ic: unexpected movement from home.

😑Saturn in 7th house: 1. You like them,they like you, y'all just stare at yourselves and it's over. 2. They like you, you hate them, they won't stop bothering you😡. 3 You like them, they don't even notice you, y'all are dreamers.

😑 Capricorn Venus in 5th house: Stop thinking your gonna find love, you just gonna enroll in an educational program.

😑Sun square Jupiter: Luck might be above your reach.

😑Mars in 1st house: Always being so irritated.

😑Moon in 1st house: moody .

In a really bad mood rn + Next week I'm traveling to where I'm not gonna get the time and electricity and peace of mind to make posts regularly😪. I might be there for a month but I'll def post once a while.

Sending love 😘💕💕

[toysrguts]

Thanos (player 230) NSFW Alphabet

thank u guys for the love on my dae-ho post now i feel obligated to post my thanos ABCs cuz he literally consumes my brain like a parasite!!! also excuse poor grammar i threw this together in google docs in one night

18+ content below the cut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

aftercare is not his strong suit but it's still oddly comforting. he’ll usually light up a joint for you 2 to smoke while laying together watching tv. he usually dozes off first while running his fingers through your hair even though he promises to stay up for you

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

huge boobie lover no matter what size he just loves sucking on em and also has an infatuation with necks and grabbing them. he loves having his hand around your neck, he doesnt even have to be choking you he just loves how submissive and powerless you look under his grip (he does like choking tho ofc). as far as himself goes though idk he's kinda obsessed with himself so he doesn't usually think about just one body part but maybe his hands. or dick..

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves filling your throat with cum, when you're going down on him and hes about to finish he makes sure to hold your head down until you swallow every last drop and are left gasping for breath

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

secretly loves when you take control every now and then, sometimes being the boss is too much work. especially loves it when you take charge unexpectedly like straddling him or grabbing him by his necklace and pulling him in for a kiss

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

really cocky and for good reason, his body count is kind of insane and he definitely knows what hes doing. he hits all the right spots and when he hears you moan in pleasure he’ll only go harder and faster.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

kind of unexpected but LOVES when you're on top and making eye contact. he likes guiding your hips as you ride him and thrusting into you from underneath if he senses you getting tired. doggy style is a close second cuz he loves pulling your hair

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

its really hot how he can be primal but lighthearted at the same time. he's serious about the intimacy and making you feel good, but he's also really cocky and will smirk like an annoying slut while absolutely manhandling you cuz he knows what it does to you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think he's gotten comments in the past so he started regularly shaving down there 💀 he's got just the right amount of hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he seems like the kind of guy who just wants to get in your pants and ditch but in the moment hes actually surprisingly gentle with you. if your hair gets in the way he’ll tuck it behind your ear, he'll place his hand under your head while viciously pounding you, he’ll ask if everything feels right for you before continuing. also makes a lot of close eye contact and whispers in your ear about how good you feel (if he's high however..... thats a whole different story he turns into an ANIMAL)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

usually doesnt need to jerk off but if nobody is there to help him out he's forced to rub one out on his own, and he definitely watches porn to help get the job done. i just know he looks so hot doing it too he throws his head back and bites his lip n shit. and he groans when he cums fs

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

hair pulling and pain. craves the feeling of your nails clawing at his back and gripping his hair while going at it. inflicting pain turns him on as well but would never do anything out of your comfort zone. but he does like seeing you marked up after a good time. also HEAVILY into choking like if you're spending the night with him you should just expect to get choked out. he also might've accidentally caused you to pass out a few times but that's neither here nor there!!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

lowkey an exhibitionist, he will fuck you any time he feels horny and he doesn't care who hears or sees. any location is his favorite but something about doing it in a public bathroom stall fuels him

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

it turns him on when you match his cocky and bold energy, like if he starts dirty talking and you say something even nastier he cant help but pop a stiffy. also likes when you get touchy with him all he can think about is getting alone with you so he can put his hands all over you

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

probably wouldnt like to be tied up, he prefers to be the one in control where that's concerned

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

so good with his tongue you'd think he has multiple. it drives him crazy when he can feel you grab his hair and writhe underneath him from all the pleasure. he will make you cum twice just from using his fingers before anything else even happens and it fuels his ego like crazy. also no surprise that he loves when you sit on his face and let him go to town

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he starts nice and slow to get you going but as soon as he hears you enjoying yourself he picks up the pace. but if he pops a pill first he will just fuck you as fast and rough as possible and can go all night long

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

probably wouldn't survive without a good quickie, he can touch himself all he wants but it's usually not enough for him. if he's horny he doesn't care where you are he’ll fuck you right then and there and act all nonchalant about it afterwards

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's down to try anything at least once even if he knows he probably wouldn't enjoy it. especially if you're enthusiastic about trying something new he will follow your every command

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

when he's high he can go for as many rounds as your heart desires. he can also last a good while, like 10-15 minutes every round, its especially satisfying to him when you have orgasms together

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he definitely has a small toy collection but theyre only really needed on special occasion if things get repetitive. he also has one for himself that he uses when he's extra desperate

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he can be such an asshole but he loves to see you beg for him to let you cum. when your breathing gets heavier and you grow louder that's when he slows down and teases you until you're begging and pleading to cum, and when you finally do he will praise the fuck out of you; “that's my good boy/girl.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

tries to stay quiet and collected but it usually ends up slipping out in a loud groan. other times he just doesnt gaf and will let out aggressive breathy growls in your ear

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

it's honestly a guilty pleasure for him when you use some teeth when sucking him off. something about the pain drives him crazy in a good way

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

hes not packing anything crazy or super intimidating, but it's definitely big enough to get the job done and done WELL. around 6.5 inches with a cute curve ^___^

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

REAALLYYY fucking horny like all the fucking time idk how he acts like such a gentlemen half the time. gets needy and sexually frustrated if he hasn't fucked in a while but when he finally does itll be the best you've ever had he’ll be so rough while also kissing you all over

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

acts like he's not affected or tired at all but he passes tf out so fast. he’ll talk you up and praise you for how good u were and run his hands through your hair and then conks out like 2 seconds later. usually doesn't end up cleaning up or showering immediately he just waits til he wakes up

[andhumanslovedstories]

There's so many horrible things happening in America right now that it has been interesting to see what individual horrors hurt me personally the most. I grew up going to the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. Musicals, plays, concerts, that weird bust of JFK, playing around on terrace during intermissions, putting on a velvet dress that you're going to ruin dropping a milk dud in your lap and not noticing until it's fully melted, wearing the pinchy shiny shoes that are the training bras of women's formal footwear, operas I didn't like but did love, jazz I didn't understand but still fascinated me, red carpet, big stairs, the absolute nightmare amount of experiences I had as a new driver as I repeatedly got trapped in the Kennedy Center's fucking private DC island or whatever the hell is going on traffic-wise, free performances on small side stages, getting to see an enormous production on the Center's most enormous stage, all of which was accessed by walking through that a long, tall hallway lined with flags of the world that made you feel like a dignitary attending the most important even in the world.

And now Trump's taken it over. He fired its board. He appointed one of his loyalists to run it. I want to throw up.

Sometimes I miss DC so much. I love the Pacific Northwest and expect I'll live here for the rest of my life, but this isn't my hometown. I grew up the edge of the District. I've lost cumulative years of my life stuck in traffic on the inner loop and outer loop. Because of the Smithsonian, it used to be so baffling to me that anyone ever had to pay to get into a museum. I've used the Washington DC zoo as a shortcut to a different part of the city because it's free to enter. You couldn't count the amount of knockoff Spider-man popsicles that I've eaten sitting on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. My reading tastes were molded by Kramer Books in Dupont Circle. I spent afternoons walking around the National Mall, normally just a big empty field until there's an event--book fair, country music program, international cuisine, whatever--at which point for a day or a weekend or a week it becomes a sea of tents and stages. I went to protests outside the Capital and the White House about the war in Iraq. I froze my toes off watching Obama's 2008 presidential inauguration.

It seemed like everyone's family touched the federal government in some way. Everyone's family had moved here because they were military or state department or a political consultant or worked with an NGO or some other reason that meant you had to be here, in the nation's capital. Plenty of people had connections to the federal government that we more hush-hush. Like kids in class straight up going, "I have no idea what my parents do for a living. They're not allowed to tell me." High schoolers regularly, accidentally drove into the CIA parking lot and got escorted out because the premises were that accessible. My family moved here because my dad is a reporter who ended up covering international trade. (Imagine how much his job sucks right now.) He switched beats one summer to cover the White House instead. He got to fly on Air Force One. He got official Air Force One M&Ms. I was SO disappointment my dad didn't work there for Bush to call on him by nickname.

Every day my family got The Washington Post. I read the comics and the kid's page, then the rest of the Style section, then Metro, then news. I learned to read from it. We wrapped our delicate Christmas ornaments with its pages. We used yesterday's papers to clean our windows because they didn't leave streaks. I took journalism in high school. You can't IMAGINE how much and how frequently we talked about Watergate. When Post changed its motto to "Democracy Dies in Darkness" after Trump's election in 2016 that meant something to me. I knew Bezos owned the paper now, but that was still my paper, and the motto spoke to something I fervently believed: if people just knew what was happening, they wouldn't allow it to happen. If you expose a problem, people will naturally agree that it is a problem and that we should do something to fix it. Flash forward to Trump's third fucking campaign, and the newspaper wouldn't endorse a presidential candidate. Chickenshit cowardice. Then they change the motto. "Riveting Storytelling for All of America." Eat shit. You're nothing now.

Politics in America is just telling everyone how much you hate Washington, DC so that they'll elect you so you can move to DC. Well, guys, the city fucking hates you too. Republicans will never give the District actually meaningful political representation because no one in that city would vote for them. It's not just the policies; it's the contempt. No one in the new administration loves the city they schemed and lied and stooped to take over. It's just iconography to them, and all they care about is taking that iconography for themselves. Trump doesn't give a shit about the summer program for the Kennedy Center. He has never seen a show at the Kennedy Center. When he was president, he never attended the annual awards. He's trying to destroy one of the most significant places of my life and I'm genuinely unsure if he has ever stepped for inside of it.

[stealingpotatoes]

How did you build such a big platform? You're really cool and I'd like to be able to have my art reach a wider audience the way you do.

if i’m being 100% honest it was partly sheer accident and partly ‘my art decent’. I started getting more followers when I started posting SW regularly, but “post big fandom” is crap advice bc that won’t work unless you’re batshit insane about said fandom, as I was abt star wars (even though i’d previously been trying to shove it down and not admit i’d been insane abt it since i was 6 LOL) odds are if you make something just to get followers, it won’t be as good or feel genuine (and won’t be as fun for you!!!)

so ig my advice has to be: allow your brain to get mildly obsessive/insane about something you love, get good at art, and then hopefully people show up. this is not as shitty advice as it sounds ok

[chukys-mouthguard]

captain’s call

5k words

genre - smut; threesome, minors DNI, 18+ content, unprotected sex, P in V

featuring - auston matthews x female reader x william nylander

summary - auston’s girlfriend goes on a podcast and picks william in a game of; kiss, marry, fuck - so auston decides to give her what she wants

note - the ending kind of sucks, i haven’t written in awhile if you couldn’t notice from the lack of posting on my blog, so enjoy this as my return? Hopefully?

Settling into your seat, you’d taken advantage of the complimentary cocktail you were offered prior to recording. You were appearing on your friend’s podcast as a special edition episode for the upcoming NHL All-Star game. Being one of the WAGs with a bigger social media presence, you often got invitations for appearances such as these.

“You ready?”

Looking at Chelsea you took a deep breath, followed by another quick sip of your cocktail before nodding your head.

The beginning half of the podcast focused on you, your relationship with your boyfriend now captain of the Maple Leafs, Auston Matthews. The second half delving into the more gossip style questions, which you were sure would wind you up in some trouble.

“Okay, so, as much as we all love talking about your man, we gotta talk about the other men of the Maple Leafs. So, let’s play a nice little game of: kiss, marry, and fuck.”

A blush quickly fell over your cheeks as you knew this would not end well. Looking at the camera as you warned, “Auston please turn this off now,” before allowing Chelsea to continue.

“Obviously, Auston will not be an option for this game because that would be cheating. So, without wasting any more time, first member of the Maple Leafs: William Nylander.”

“Fuck.”

Chelsea’s eyes went wide at your almost immediate response to the first player she’d promoted with, which of course she had to inquire about.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to elaborate because that answer was instantaneous. Why are you fucking Willy?”

“I mean, have you seen him? He’s got a good fashion sense, and if not Auston, I would one-hundred percent have to fuck Willy.”

The moment the podcast ended you knew that Auston would not be happy with the game of kiss, marry, fuck. However, you hoped it was at least taken more in a comedic sense versus people taking it to heart. Regardless if your answer was genuine to how you felt or not, you didn’t need your boyfriend thinking you had thoughts of his teammate on a regular basis.

The night was being capped off with a dinner for the Leafs all-stars and their guests they’d brought to town for the weekend. Auston sat in silence as he watched you put the finishing touches on your outfit of some simple gold earrings and a few bracelets.

“Okay, looks good?”

You turned to him with a smile as you gave him an opportunity to look over your outfit, Auston always giving you his stamp of approval before heading out the door.

“Yup, good. Ready to go?”

He stood up from the chair in the corner of the room as he headed towards you, taking your hand to pull you towards the door of the hotel room.

“Aus, everything okay? That was a bit of a lackluster response compared to your usual comments.”

He let out a soft sigh as he stopped to turn back towards you.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. You look great, I’m sure Willy is definitely gonna want to fuck you seeing you look this good.”

Auston rolled his eyes as he continued towards the door, pulling you with him as you sighed.

The podcast had not gone over well with Auston, specifically your comments about Willy being the one guy besides Auston on the Leafs that you’d choose to fuck. No matter how many times you told him it was a game and you weren’t thinking about fucking his teammate regularly, he didn’t want to hear it. A chip very much on his shoulder as the idea of you thinking about any of his teammates in such a way made his blood boil.

“Aus, babe, how many times do I have to tell you. It was a game on a podcast, you have nothing to be upset or worry about! I promise!”

Placing a kiss on his lips you were happy to see him slightly relax at your reassuring words. His thumb lightly brushed over the back of your hand as a smile came across his lips.

“Okay, I believe you. I just, I can’t help but be jealous. I know my girlfriend is hot as fuck, so naturally I assume that everyone else knows it too. And the idea of you wanting to fuck one of my teammates, definitely had me hot and ready to explode.”

“Not hot and bothered?”

You playfully joked as Auston rolled his eyes, not caring for any sarcastic comments of yours as he pulled you down the hall.

“No way, I don’t even want to think of Willy or any of the guys getting you all to themselves.”

A smirk found its way across your lips as you two waited for the elevator, Auston eyeing you confused as the ding alerted you two of the ride's arrival.

“What? You know I don’t like it when you start smirking like that.”

“Nothing, you just said you don’t wanna think about any of the guys getting me all to themselves. But, I wondered what you’d say if it wasn’t one of them, just by themselves. Like what if-“

The ding of the elevator arriving in the lobby stopped your thought, Auston staring at you in confusion as you made your way out and towards the group that was waiting for the two of you.

Shaking his head he let the words escape him as he caught up to you and the group, lacing his fingers with yours as the group headed out for dinner. Auston, Mitch, and William had been voted to the All-Star game and it was a tradition they’d started to do a dinner with friends and family that they flew out for the festivities.

As you found your seat at the table, you failed to notice it was directly across from William. Normally you wouldn’t care or pay it any mind, but with Auston still not thrilled with your comments made on the podcast, you were sure this would add more fuel to the fire.

“Y/n.”

You heard William’s voice softly break through the rumbling of conversations at the large dinner table, pulling your attention as you made eye contact with him. Taking a sip of your wine you waited for him to speak, noticing that Auston was turning his attention to Willy though he tried not to make it obvious.

“You look gorgeous, that’s the dress you were eyeing in Paris yeah?”

A smile came across your face as you thought back on the trip you took with Auston that had seen you coming home with tons of new clothes. Some of which you couldn’t decide on, leading you to enlist the help of resident Maple Leafs fashionista William Nylander. The dress he urged you to get was the one you wore tonight; it was simple, strapless, and you paired it with a vintage Maple Leafs racing style jacket.

“It is, you remembered.”

He offered you a cheers of your wine glasses with a smirk, shrugging his shoulders as he brought the glass to his lips.

“How could I not remember when you look so gorgeous in it? I can understand why you and Auston were late to meet us all for dinner.”

Willy shot you a wink as you rolled your eyes, the smirk on your lips fading as you noticed Auston clearly not amused by the conversation. Turning your attention to some chatter coming from the opposite end of the table, you hoped Auston would just drop the entire thing. But as he and William got up and headed towards the bar, you were sure that wasn’t the case.

“What can I get you boss?”

William smiled at Auston while flagging down a bartender, Auston simply replying “tequila on the rocks” as he leaned an arm on the counter.

“You good? Things seem off with you tonight.”

Auston chuckled as he accepted his glass from the bartender, taking a sip as he shook his head at William.

“Am I good? You were fucking flirting with my girlfriend right in front of me dude. I mean it’s bad enough she made comments on that podcast about wanting to fuck you, but now I’ve got to sit through you hitting on her and shit?”

William immediately put his hands up in protest, chuckling as he shook his head.

“I meant nothing more than a simple compliment. I mean, yeah y/n is gorgeous. And I think any guy you asked would be lying if they said they didn’t wanna sleep with her. But I’m not trying to cross any lines here, honest. You think I’d do something like that?”

Auston sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, believing that William was telling the truth. But still confused by the comments you’d made earlier in the elevator.

“I mean, I don’t know. Y/n was saying some things earlier, it almost made me think the comments she made on that podcast weren’t just a joke or for entertainment.”

William’s eyes went wide as he sipped his drink, slightly coughing as he wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Wait, you think, she was serious? That she wants to sleep with me?”

“Not exactly, she said something in the elevator about what if it wasn’t just William having me all to himself.”

William started laughing as Auston furrowed his brow, not appreciating the humor that his teammate was finding in this situation.

“Dude, I’m gonna go ahead and say that your girlfriend is hinting at wanting to have a threesome.”

Auston’s eyes went wide as he glanced to the table, seeing you laughing about something Mitch was telling the table. The thought of a threesome was never something he imagined you’d be interested in let alone think about.

“A threesome? What? No way, with you? You really think that’s what she was hinting at?”

William shook his head, laughing at Auston’s sudden awkwardness over the thought. Simply patting his shoulder as he grabbed his glass to head back to the table.

“Threesomes can be a good time, don’t knock it till you try it, that’s all I’m saying.”

Dinner had wrapped up and you’d noticed Auston was rather quiet after his trip to the bar with William. You normally would assume it’s because he’s tired with all the hustle and bustle of All-Star Weekend, but you couldn’t be so sure.

“You okay babe?”

Squeezing his hand tight you searched his face for some sort of sign, something to let you in on what had him so quiet.

“Can I ask you something?”

The two of you were behind the group so he wasn’t worried about anyone overhearing, though you’d become a bit nervous for what he had to say.

“Do you, have you. Do you want to fuck William?”

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t believe this was being brought up again, despite your effort to shut down the silly comments made during a game on a podcast, it was clear Auston wasn’t letting it go.

“Aus, I’ve told you. It was a game on a podcast, there’s nothing more to it than that.”

“Do you want to fuck me and William? Like together?”

Your eyes went wide hearing the question pour from your boyfriend’s lips. Taking a moment to replay the question in your mind just in case maybe you’d heard him wrong.

“What, like, you think I want to have a threesome?”

Your voice got quiet on the final word, praying no one around could hear the conversation as you felt your heart begin to race. Your palms sweating as you could see Auston was awaiting an answer, and he’d know if you were lying.

“I mean, I don’t know. Maybe. Yeah? It’s just one of those random sexual thoughts you get sometimes. Haven’t you ever had one?”

Auston slightly chuckled seeing how flustered you’d become, shaking his head as he took your hand in his. The rest of the walk back to the hotel was silent, minus your heart that was beating loud in your head as you’d wondered what admitting to your thoughts was making Auston think.

-

It wasn’t uncommon after a multi-point night on top of a commanding win for Auston to be ready to rip your clothes off the second you’d get home. His hand slowly finding its way between your thighs on the ride home, trying his best to drive the speed limit though his foot would be glued to the gas pedal racing through Toronto traffic.

Though you would try to please and pleasure him after a multi-point performance, Auston can never give up control that easily. Always wanting to have things his way, despite your begging to make him happy.

“Baby, you remember what you asked me…the night of the dinner at All Star weekend?”

He spoke in between kisses, his breath heavy as his hands quickly worked on your jeans, then moved to discard your jacket and top to the side.

“Mmm, sure…No, of course not I don’t fucking remember anything from that night right now Aus. Can this wait?”

You pleaded with him as he slipped a hand past the waistband of your thong, fingers slowly tracing your slit as he smirked seeing you flinch beneath him at the feeling.

“It could, but I wanna talk about it now.”

Groaning you reluctantly gave in, thinking back on that night, trying to remember what you asked him. Of all the things you could’ve said, nothing was coming to mind.

“Aus, please just tell me so we can get this over with.”

Grinding your hips you tried your best to urge his fingers to continue, but he stopped their movements as he pulled his hand from your thong. His thumb tracing over your cheek before holding your chin as he brought you closer for a kiss.

“You asked me if I’d ever had a random sexual thought, like how you thought of a threesome with me and Willy.”

His eyes looked down at yours, lust filled as he smirked, watching as your chest rose and fell with sharp breaths as you tried to be patient. Auston always hated when you would rush him.

Before he could finish his thought, a knock came at the door along with a groan from your lips. Auston chuckled to himself as he gestured for you to go and get it. Scoffing at him you crossed your arms over your chest, as if to protest that you were not moving.

“Baby, look at me, I can’t answer the door like this!”

His arms were open wide as he shrugged, his gaze falling to his cock that was rock hard in his briefs. Rolling your eyes, you threw on his dress shirt as another knock came at the door.

“Fine! But you owe me, big time!”

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get your wish.”

Auston sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his forearms as he watched you hurry off to the door.

“Coming!”

You shouted as a third knock came, quickly checking that all the buttons were done and your matching blue lace bra and thong couldn’t be seen beneath the dress shirt.

“Can I help-“

As you opened the door, you were greeted with the blonde hair and blue eyes of none other than William Nylander.

“Willy? What the fuck are you doing here?”

Quickly wrapping your arms around yourself, you did your best attempt at hiding the fact you were simply in a bra and thong beneath the dress shirt. Thankfully your face was already red from the events that had begun upstairs so it hid your blush of embarrassment seeing William at the door.

“Auston told me to come over.”

“He what?”

William had shown himself inside, leaving you confused as you shut and locked the door. You expected Auston to have trailed behind you, but he was nowhere in sight.

Heading upstairs you kept glancing back at William as a smirk remained plastered on his face as you rushed to get some sort of explanation from Auston.

“Aus, what the fuck? Why is he here?”

Your whisper yelling was useless as William had followed shortly behind, now leaning in the doorway of your bedroom as Auston reached out to tuck some hair behind your ear with a cocky grin.

“Didn’t I say you’d get your wish baby girl? Well, this is your lucky day.”

Looking from Auston to William, you’d felt the lightbulb click in your brain as you felt your cheeks turning red. William moved to lean on the dresser, arms crossed over his chest as Auston took your hand in his, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Auston, I told you, it was just a random thought. You don’t need to do this, he’s your teammate.”

He playfully bit your lip before moving you off of his lap, standing up next to William as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“Well, we are gonna take care of this random thought once and for all. William and I talked, there’s no reason for it to be awkward. He’s gonna respect my rules, and we’ll have some fun. Sound good?”

You were trying to pick your jaw up off the floor, the idea of Auston ever being okay with something like this seemed ridiculous. But as both men smirked at you, sharing a laugh at your inability to speak, you realized they weren’t kidding.

“Why don’t you help Willy out a bit, we got a head start on things. Get him up to speed.”

Auston made his way to the chair that sat in the corner of the room, watching as Willy made his way over to you while already starting on his belt. Your breath hitching in your throat as you glanced from Willy to Auston, just waiting for the moment they both would burst out laughing telling you this was a prank. But as William did away with his pants and boxers, leaving him fully exposed to you, it was clear this situation was very real, and you were indeed going to fulfill this fantasy of yours.

“Go ahead baby, it’s okay.”

Looking at Auston, he was already palming himself over his briefs as he was impatiently waiting to watch you. Normally he’d never be okay with such an idea, but hearing that you’d thought about this, even if it was just once, he found himself desperate to experience the idea. Not that he was excited to watch you pleasure his teammate, but the idea of watching while you and William had to follow his rules turned him on more than anything.

You glanced up at William with innocent eyes, slowly moving from the edge of the bed you fell to your knees as your hands slowly trailed up his thighs. Noticing how he slightly flinched at your touch, his breath sharp as you finally wrapped a hand around his cock. Bringing it to your mouth as you began to bob your head up and down his length, feeling as he grew hard against your tongue.

“Fuck, she’s fucking amazing.”

William threw his head back as he brought a hand up to your hair, gripping it as he helped to guide you.

“Hey! What did I say? No touching her.”

William quickly dropped his hand, both of them resting on the comforter as they gripped it tight, desperately needing something to hold as he was overwhelmed by how good your lips felt wrapped around his cock.

“Sorry Auston, she’s just fu-holy shit! She’s really fucking good at this.”

“I know she is, but we talked about this. You don’t touch her, or else this is over.”

William nodded as he let out a few soft moans, his lustful eyes watching you as you slowly took all of him into your mouth, gagging slightly as more expletives fell from his lips.

“Is he up to speed baby?”

Auston stood up from his place, discarding his briefs as he was rock hard from watching you. His hand slowly stroked his cock as he made his way over to you, helping you from your spot at the foot of the bed as you wiped the corners of your mouth.

You felt William’s eyes scanning you from your head down to your eyes, undressing you was more the vibe as Auston began working on the buttons of the dress shirt. Sliding it off your shoulders as he wanted William to see how good you looked in your bra and panties.

“Isn’t she sexy?”

William nodded as he bit his lip, so badly wishing he could have his hands on you. Watching as Auston stood behind you; one arm reaching around to pull your lips to his for a kiss, the other wrapping around your waist and slipped past the fabric of your lace thong.

A gasp left your lips as his fingers slid past your clit, dipping into your heat while he groaned at how wet you were for them already.

“Mmm, she’s so wet for us. Her panties are soaked.”

William’s hand gave his cock some much needed attention since it was aching now without your lips wrapped around it. The sight only turned you on more as Auston made sure you were watching him.

“What do you say baby? Do you want us to fuck you?”

Auston’s fingers picked up speed, earning soft whimpers from you as you were melting for him with every pump of his fingers inside you.

All you could muster were soft whimpers, Auston chuckling at how worked up the situation had you.

“Use your words baby girl, tell us what you want.”

“I-I, I want you to fuck me. Both of you. Please.”

With that Auston pulled his fingers from you, making quick work of your bra as he gave William a nod to discard of your panties. William then taking his place back on the bed, waiting impatiently for Auston to instruct of the next moves. It only turned you on more, knowing Auston was in control and William was having to listen. You could feel your blood rushing through you as you waited to finally have them, the excitement of not knowing how or who first had you even wetter than before.

“Let’s let Willy have some fun first huh?”

Auston helped you onto the bed, positioning you face down ass up as he stood in front of you. His cock begging for your lips to wrap around it, but you waited until he gave you instruction. Realizing this was Auston’s show and you and William were merely participants.

“Hands on her hips and ass, that’s it.”

William nodded as he slowly stroked himself as he positioned himself behind you. You felt your pussy throbbing knowing how close he was, knowing that you’d finally get to see if the rumors around William being a solid ten in bed were true.

“Fuck, she’s so wet.”

William groaned as he teased your slit with his cock, earning soft moans from you. You couldn’t help but instinctually try and push back against him to get him to slip inside, but he knew to wait. Sitting back as Auston grabbed your chin, pulling your eyes to meet his.

“Go ahead, tell him what you want.”

Looking over your shoulder your eyes met Williams before scanning his entire body. Taking in his built frame and amazing legs as he stood stroking himself, eager for your permission.

“Please William, I need you.”

His eyes flashed to Auston for approval before one hand fell to your hip while the other slowly teased his cock up and down your slit. Both of you moaning out as the feeling was already better than you could’ve imagined, the sexual tension exploding like fireworks as he finally dipped inside.

“Oh my god, fu-“

You couldn’t even finish the thought as you gripped the sheets, the feeling of William’s cock stretching you was a whole new experience than what you’d grown used to with Auston. It was different, and a whole new feeling that you couldn’t believe you were getting to experience.

“Does he feel good baby?”

Auston brushed your hair from your face as you bit your lip, nodding as you could barely form words while William slowly found a rhythm behind you.

“Well don’t leave me out honey, use that pretty mouth of yours for me.”

His words sent chills down your spine, as if there weren’t already enough there with how amazing William was making you feel. His soft grunts and expletives that were spoken under his breath had your pussy dripping for me.

Letting your grip go on the bed sheets, you took Auston’s cock in your hand, slowly stroking him as you gladly took him in your mouth.

A low groan erupted from him as his hand fell to your hair, holding a tight grip as he forced you down on his length.

“Fuck baby, you’re so hot. Let me hear how good he’s making you feel baby don’t be shy.”

With that William bucked his hips a bit hard, a slight laugh leaving his lips as he heard you moan in approval.

“Mmm it feels so good Aus, I’m so wet for him. For both of you. I love it.”

“Yeah? You think you can make us both cum for you baby?”

You hummed a confirming response as you took Auston’s length back into your mouth. The stroke of your hand matching the bobbing of your head as you tried your best to not lose focus while William’s thrusts were growing a bit sporadic, letting you know he was close.

Auston loved how confident you were, loving even more the idea of both men cumming just for you. And he wanted you to make it happen, but there was no way he was ending the night with only getting his dick sucked.

“Come here.”

He pulled you from his cock, pressing a harsh and sloppy kiss to your lips while William groaned at the loss of your pussy clenching his cock.

Auston took your face in his hands as a cocky grin slowly appeared on his lips.

“I want you to make him cum. And you don’t stop until we’ve both finished okay?”

You nodded your head with a slight bite of your lip, though you were confident in your ability, William was slightly bigger and thicker than Auston.

Flipping your position around, Auston was now the one with hands on your ass as he wasted no time thrusting into you. A loud moan escaping your lips as William traced his thumb over your jaw before bringing his cock to your mouth.

“Open up pretty girl.”

His smirk was just as bad as Auston’s and you could feel your pussy clench around Auston’s cock at the sight. The way he held your gaze as he watched you slowly bring your lips around him, a string of expletives leaving his mouth as you began to slowly stroke him as you bobbed your head. His hand falling to your hair as he couldn’t be bothered to abide by Auston’s rules, needing to keep your pace as he could feel himself coming apart.

“Such a good girl baby, gonna make us both cum. Fuck!”

William’s grip in your hair was growing tighter as you could see his thighs flexing as he was fighting back the urge to cum, trying to hold out as long as he could. Your strokes of his cock matching perfectly with the motion of your head as you tried your best not to slow down while Auston’s thrusts were hard and fast behind you.

“Holy shit, whatever you’re doing right there, don’t stop doing that.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at William’s reaction, but you did as he asked. Continuing with that same motion as his breath began to become hitched, and he couldn’t control the moans that were leaving his lips as his head fell back.

“God you’re so fucking sexy baby. You ready for us to cum?”

Auston’s fingers were digging into your hips so tight you were sure he broke skin as he gave you three final strokes, a low groan escaping him as he came.

“Fuck, oh my-holy shit yes. Oh fuck.”

William followed suit as he came, his hand holding tight to your head as you felt his seed fill your mouth. Your strokes on his cock slowed as you swallowed every drop, eventually pulling your mouth from him as he tried to catch his breath.

Auston had already gone to grab a towel to clean you up, laughing at the sight of his teammate weak in the knees upon his return.

“You good Willy?”

William smirked and gave a thumbs up as the three of you laughed. Your mind still trying to comprehend what just took place, as all of this started from a simple game of marry, fuck, kiss.

Auston tossed you an oversized t-shirt as you tried to come to your senses, William finding his own clothes while Auston threw on some briefs.

“So, that was, fun?”

William awkwardly interrupted the silence, not sure what to say as he now had to do the walk of shame in his suit he’d worn to the game.

“Fun is definitely a good word.”

You chuckled out a response as you sat on the bed while Auston rolled his eyes helping to make sure William had all his things.

“You know, I’d totally be down if you guys ever wanted to-“

“William, no way. This was a one and done so my girlfriend will shut up about how bad she wants to fuck you. See you at practice tomorrow.”

He simply nodded his head, bidding you both farewell as he knew the way out.

Auston just laughed as he climbed into bed with you, pulling you into his chest with a kiss on your head.

“Thank you, I, I honestly never expected you to be okay with something like that.”

“Hey, there’s always a first for everything. And now that we’ve done that, let’s not do it again. I like you much better all to myself.”

You nodded as you pressed a kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around him as you got comfortable.

“Okay but hypothetically, if I also was thinking the same thing about let’s say like Matthew Knies? Would that be a possibility or?”

“Babe, shut up. You know he has a girlfriend. And I’m never sharing you with another man ever again. But nice try. You’re stuck with me and only me.”

[yourlocallunatic]

I desperately need more Ridoc teasing and in control. That was one of the best smutty fics I’ve read in a long time

Payback

Ricoc Gamlyn x Fem!reader 18+

summary: Ridoc loves to tease you and flirt with you, sometimes it might go a little too far. So you decide to show him what it feels like. He doesn't take it as well as you thought...(Follows Fourth Wing plot, before anything bad happens, I love the peace lol)

warnings: Smuuuutt! piv sex, oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving) improper use of signets, dom!Ridoc, brat tamer!Ridoc, itty bit of praise & degradation kink. lots of dirty talk too many feeling (I couldn't help it, I love love)

wordcount: 6.9K (lol)

notes: thanks for the request and love! I could not get the scene from OS were Ridoc and Vi are arguing and she says how ice starts forming at his fingers when he's getting angry out of my head. I just had to include it. Can't stop thinking about Ridoc and his cold ass hands (might need to dedicate a whole post to it lmk if you'd wanna see that)

You were friends Ridoc. Just friends. Nothing more. He was a rider, you were a rider, you had your squad, your section leaders, your wingleaders. Everything was normal and as it should be.

Until it wasn't.

You couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened or what exactly Ridoc had said to make you want to get back at him.

Maybe it was the day he'd called you beautiful right after you'd fallen in the river during flight maneuvers. Your dragon had plucked you out of the water and returned to the flight field where everyone else was, your clothes were sopping wet, and drops of water slid over your face. The rest of your squad was laughing at you (like the annoying friends that they were) even Ridoc laughed. But that was before he wiped a drop of water off the tip of your nose and spoke in a low and somewhat sultry voice.

"You're so beautiful when you're wet..." your face had heated at his words, not understanding exactly his lewd implications until he continued. "Wonder what else gets you that wet..." You'd pushed him away and screamed at him, scolding him for talking like a pervert. Rhiannon was not far behind in lecturing him.

Or maybe it was the full week he refused to call you anything other than princess. He regularly used the pet name in a way that made your heart flutter. But he was your friend and that's just what Ridoc did to his friends—tease. He'd still use the nickname with you on occasion, but only when he really wanted to annoy you.

Perhaps it was once he developed his signet and realized he could use it to absolutely annoy the shit out of you and your whole squad. He had started by wrapping his fingers around Violet's hot mug of tea when she wasn't looking and freezing it solid. Next, he woke up before Sawyer and froze his door shut, resulting in him being late to formation. But the kicker was when Ridoc discovered that he could dramatically cool his body temperature and even form frost on his fingertips. So in the moments you'd least expect it he would lightly drag his fingertips along you, the cold shocking you to your bone. At breakfast, during formation, he even went too far one time to grasp your upper thigh during battle brief. The chill ran all the way up your spine to the base of your skull, the contrast of the cool of his fingers and the heat so close to your center drove you crazy. You yelped at the feeling and disrupted the whole class, which caused Ridoc to burst out laughing.

No, no, it had to be the time when he straight up asked to sleep with you. That must've been what made you decide to get your revenge.

Violet had been complaining about how she missed sex and Liam offered to find some candidates for her. Ridoc decided to throw his name in the ring, saying he'd be happy to oblige her at any time.

"There’s no way Liam would pick you for Violet out of a lineup," Rhi chimed in, "He has good taste."

"Seriously, I need Liam to find someone for me. I miss sex too..." you joked, adding to the conversation.

"Well princess, like I told Violet, I'd be happy to help out," Ridoc said, leaning over next to you and messing with your hair. He was always flirty with his friends, that's just what he did, but honestly, it was getting too much.

"No thanks, I'll pass," you chuckled lightly as you tried to calm your racing heart.

"C'mon pleaseee," he all but begged you. You rolled your eyes at him in answer—a regular one of your responses to his antics—but he didn't accept it. The fingers that were messing with your hair found their way to the back of your neck and a steady flow of coldness jolted you in your seat. He leaned his head in closer before speaking once more, "You know I'll make you feel incredible sweetness, can I please just spend one night with you?" His cold fingers gripping the back of your neck and his warm breath on your face...holy Dunne...you knew Ridoc was hot but would today be the day you confessed your feelings?

Before you could asses the waves of arousal flowing through you and decide if you wanted to kiss him or not, Ridoc burst out laughing and removed his hand from you.

"I totally got you that time!" He held a hand to his chest as he caught his breath and you finally came to your senses.

"Fuck you, Gamlyn!" you cry and lay your head on the table in embarrassment.

"What happened?!" Sawyer asked from the other side of you. You groan in response curling further into yourself.

"I fully just turned her on, dude! Right before Physics too!" At this point tears were streaming out of his eyes from laughter

"Aw, Ridoc, ew! Don't be such a perv!" Rhiannon scolded him. Your face was still tucked in your arms on the desk.

"But she liked it," he said in a sing-song tone, his laughter finally subsiding. No. That's it. Ridoc was a fucking relentless, teasing, asshole of a flirt and he had to get a taste of his own medicine. You swing your face up from the table, the redness on it surely not gone yet, but it is about time someone said something to him.

"You better watch your back Ridoc," you snap, pointing your finger and digging it into his chest, "I'm gonna make sure you get what's coming for you."

"Ooo feisty, huh? We'll see about that, Princess."

And thus—the game began.

The first week you started simple, just as he had. You'd woken up in a particularly good mood as you knew that was the day you were going to turn the tables on Ridoc. You made your way to the dining hall in the morning and sat where you normally did with your squad and waited...Ridoc was always late in the mornings, he was a night owl and was regularly in other people's rooms. Not that it bothered you…no, you weren't jealous. No. Of course not. Nope. But surprisingly he was somewhat on-time that morning and his floppy brown hair fell over his forehead in the perfect messy way it always did. You kept your eyes on him as he made his way through the food line and to your table, completely disregarding your breakfast in front of you.

"What are you planning?" Violet asked through her mouthful of food, eyeing you suspiciously. You kept your gaze, not even breaking it to respond to your friend.

"You'll see," you smirked.

As he approached closer you scooched over, creating a spot at the table for Ricoc, and patted the bench in earnest. And waited again. You knew he would make a comment.

"Hm, someone's excited to see me this morning," There it is. He walked right into your trap.

"I can't help it..." You sigh, doing your best to sound sincere (though, it wasn't difficult to be sincere with him)

"Hmph?" he groans in response, mouth full of food.

"You just look sooo handsome this morning, want you next to me," you rest your cheek on one hand that's propped up by your elbow, and the other hand reaches out and slowly twists in his dark locks. You gaze at him, watching him closely in anticipation. His eyes shift looking between your own, looking for something. Gods...his eyes, so warm, so full of light. You want to get lost in them, in the joy they hold, in the stubbornness and fearlessness, and fuck. He was starting to laugh.

"W-what?" you stutter, retracting your hand from his hair.

"Gonna have to try harder than that, sweetness," the smile never leaves his lips as he digs into his breakfast.

"AHH," you grumble and stand from your seat. How the fuck did he win this one? You storm out of the dining hall, immediately starting your next plan.

"What in Malek's name did I just watch?" You hear Rhiannon's voice fade out as you leave.

The second week, you stepped up your game. Big time. If you couldn't flatter him you would flatter yourself. It was Tuesday night, squad hand-to-hand practice. Your normal training clothes weren't very favorable for your figure, you normally stuck to the standard issue training pants and boots and a plain long-sleeved top, but it was spring now, the weather was warmer, and no one would question your change in attire. So you changed. You wore the smallest and tightest of your training tanks, one from before you gained muscle as a rider, and at the very bottom of your armoire, you found your old tights. They were meant for training so it wasn't anything scandalous, you'd just outgrown them. But because of the tightness of the leggings, you did have to forego your undergarments to avoid any panty lines.

"Damn, girl. What's all this about?" Rhi asked you as you two and Violet made your way to the training room. You tugged on the straps of your tank to ensure your breasts stayed in place. Yeah, very tight.

"It's...hot out," you respond, not at all convincing them.

"Is this about you trying to get Ridoc back for getting you all hot and bothered before Physics a couple of weeks ago?" Violet speaks up, amusement imminent in her voice.

"He did not get me 'hot and bothered'" you defend yourself, "just...a little turned on. He just won't stop teasing, just trying to show him how it feels!" you continue your defense.

"This is seduction. Not teasing," Rhiannon says. Whatever. Is that not what Ridoc was doing to you? You just roll your eyes and continue into the training room, eyes immediately seeking out Ridoc. You find him on the mat, sparring with Sawyer. The fight was pretty evenly matched, Sawyer had a little height on Ridoc, but Ridoc had a little more bulk on him. Fuck, those muscles, straining the sleeves of his shirt. You shook your head and cleared your thoughts moving closer to the mat. You walk right up to the edge of it and cross your arms, subtly pushing your breasts up and closer together.

"Looking good boys," You say, gaining their attention, hoping you could draw Ridoc's away just long enough for Sawyer to get the high ground. Unfortunately, you overestimated Sawyer's ability to keep his eyes where they need to be.

"Woah." Sawyer sighed lightly under his breath. You rolled your eyes at him and looked for a reaction from Ridoc. He just looked you up and down slowly before tackling Sawyer to the ground. Seriously? 

Sawyer just bumped down a notch on the friend poll. 

The boys finish their match quickly, Ridoc taking the win after Sawyer lost his focus, and exit the mat. You stay at the edge waiting for Ridoc to pass you and acknowledge you in some way other than giving you a once-over. He saunters over slowly, a light sweat glistening his forehead and leans down right to your level before speaking.

"You look good too, princess," your face heats and your heart beats faster at the excitement of your victory over him. Until he keeps talking. "But...I've already imagined your body enough times to not be surprised at how good you look." You don't know if it's anger or arousal that's causing wetness to pool at your core, all you know is that he's won. Yet again.

That same night you tried again and failed. You thought maybe sparring with him and getting your bodies closer would get him going, but it proved the opposite. You'd ended up underneath him, heat coursing through your veins. However, you could've sworn you felt something poking at your lower stomach, maybe it was just false hope.

By the third week, you knew you'd have to come up with something really good. But you didn't. You tried to search for something that you could do to get back at him, but everything you came up with was either not good enough or too good, to the point where you think it would just backfire and you'd end up turned on again.

It was a Friday and all your friends decided it was time for a much-needed study night—aided by some alcohol. You walked into Sawyer's room defeated, still not have come up with anything good enough to tease Ridoc with. The room was full, Sawyer laid sprawled across his bed with Violet sitting at the foot of it, Rhiannon and Liam lay on the floor with their texts open in front of them, then there was Ridoc. He sat on the chair at Sawyer's desk, facing your friends and ignoring the books on the desk, his legs were spread wide and his hands were crossed behind his head. He smirked as you walked through the door and looked around for a place to settle down.

Your eyes crossed the room and landed on Ridoc, your gaze lingers on him for maybe a moment too long, but that one moment was enough for a stupid thought to enter your brain. Hopefully, stupid enough to work.

You throw your bag and jacket on the ground and step over the books laid on the ground, making your way to Ridoc. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it quickly when you plopped right down in his lap. He was stunned silent for a moment before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him to settle you into his embrace.

"Oh? Go right ahead I suppose," He says cockily, but you catch the hint of confusion in his voice.

"What? There was nowhere else to sit," you feign your confidence and try to ignore the feeling of Ridoc's arm around you.

"I would have gladly moved to avoid whatever this is..." Rhiannon says from the ground in disgust. You ignore her comment and begin a conversation with Liam, trying your best to pretend you weren't sitting in Ridoc's lap. But once you got a drink in you, and a little more, it became very difficult to ignore. That was when you had your next bright idea.

Violet was talking about her issues with Riorson and you nodded along as she droned on with her complaints, your brain was a little fuzzy and you were growing bored of her repeating the same thing. After a while your body had relaxed perfectly into Ridoc's and as the conversation flowed your body relaxed even more and the little thought wormed it's way into your brain. You didn't think about the implications of your actions before you wiggled your ass and slowly ground down on his lap. His grip tightened around you waist, a warning maybe?

You waited for his arm to loosen around you before you made your next move, letting the conversation around you continue you once more ground your hips down onto his lap, doing your best to make it look like you were just adjusting. His grip tightened again, and this time you felt his cock begin to harden underneath you. You were winning this time.

You don't wait this time before moving again, fidgeting in your seat as you hear Liam trying to defend Riorson in the background. Ridoc didn't let up on his hold on you, this time wrapping his other arm around your waist and digging his fingers in deeper. He grunts lowly behind you as you grind your ass harder down onto him. The harder you go the harder his fingers on your waist grab and his bruising grasp suddenly grows cold as he grows harder. Oh fuck.

"This the game you want to play?" His voice was right next to your ear, his hot breath causing a chill to run through you. You can't stop, not now, you were so close to winning this. But his voice. And his arms around you. And his cold fingers. No. You turn your head a little to the side, your lips so close to his as you respond.

"Hm, I'm just giving you what you deserve."

"Yeah? Okay, princess. We'll play that way then," His words were low and gravelly, filled with arousal. You nearly moaned out loud. But he was fast. Only a second later he shoved you from his lap, you stumbled to stand as the conversation around you died down. You swing your head to look at him and ask him why the fuck he just did that but he had already gathered his things and was halfway out the door, mumbling a quick "Gotta go." and leaving you speechless.

"What's up with him?" Rhi asks, sending a questioning look your way. Your astonishment slowly turned to a feeling of pride and a small smile appeared on your face.

"Let's just say I finally got him back," you smirk and move back to the chair where he sat, the seat still warm.

That's what you thought at least.

Another week passed and you were confident you had gotten your revenge on Ridoc. He hadn't said anything about the incident, leading you to believe that he was just embarrassed. Oh how wrong you were.

It was late, the hallways dark, only lit by a mage light or two. You couldn't sleep so attempted to make your way to the flight field for a late-night flight. But you didn't make it very far before you were slammed face-forward against the wall. You tried to reach for the daggers on your belt but the assailant already had your wrists in their grasp. Your breathing picked up, a slight cry crawling its way out of your mouth in fear and you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Over the sound of the blood rushing through your head, you heard a slight shushing behind you, and warm breath on your face. Your senses came back to you and you felt the freezing cold hands on your wrists. Ridoc.

"Shh, shh, just me, sweetness," his voice was still teasing despite the immense fear you just showed. Your body relaxed instantly, slumping against the wall and letting his arms hold you up.

"Gods, Ridoc!" you keep your voice low, still aware that it's very late at night. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He hums in response, foregoing verbally answering your question. His face was still close to yours and he inhaled deeply before burying his face in your neck. "Ridoc, wha���oh..." A breathy sigh leaves you when you feel his hot tongue trace down your neck.

Shivers ran down your arms, covering you in gooseflesh as you melted even further into the wall. His hands move from your wrists and run all the way up your arms then back down to your waist, all while his tongue keeps moving. His cold touch finds its way to the hem of your shirt and slowly moves it up, his fingers glide across your the expanse of your stomach your body practically vibrating at the feeling. His mouth moved on your neck slowly and you didn't expect it when he bit down lightly.

"Ah! Fuck," you groan at the feeling, your panties surely soaked through at this point. Ridoc chuckles out a light, melodic laugh and leisurely withdraws his face.

"You like that?" He breathes out. Your brain was so foggy with arousal you didn't even think before responding.

"Mmm, yes," you crane your neck, reaching for his mouth with your but he retracts further, his hands falling from you, leaving your body colder than it was with his frozen fingers against you. He backs away even more as you turn around, his back almost against the opposite wall of the hallway. "Ridoc?" you sounded pathetic, you were sure of it.

"What, princess? I thought this is what you wanted to play now?" His voice was so gods-damned cocky. A wave of disappointment ran through you as he walked further away and down the hallway. Away from you in all your desperation. "Don't look so sad," he call out to you in a mock pout, "you'll get what you want eventually." Fuck. Him.

You withheld from your nighttime flight and instead made your way back to your room in haste. Stripping your pants off and laying on your bed as soon as you shut the door. You may be pissed at him, but he was still ridiculously hot and turned you on to no end. You rub your clit in furious circles, coming to your peak quickly and moaning out Ridoc's name. Well, you'd get back at him twice as hard.

The next day at breakfast you leave your food untouched, your thoughts running too fast for your sleep-deprived brain.

"Hmm...someone's sleepy," Ridoc says as he settles onto the bench next to you, far too close for comfort. "Wanna talk about what's keeping you up?" he asks knowingly.

"Not particularly," you snap back.

"Was it a guy? Or a girl? Finally find someone worth sleeping with?" He continues his teasing. Your first reaction is to be annoyed, you roll your eyes in response, but you still have a little confidence left.

"Yeah, actually," you answer him, sitting up in your seat straighter and scooting just a tad closer to him.

"What?" you could've sworn he sounded a little hurt.

"Mhm. He keeps walking around me though, just wish he would fuck me already, had to take care of myself last night," he coughs lightly and looks down at his plate, you take his moment of shyness as an opportunity and slide your hand over his thigh, moving it up slowly to where his cock started to harden. But that moment doesn't last long.

"Yeah? Maybe it's cause he's trying to teach you a lesson for being such a brat," his tone grows darker the further up his leg you get and you can't help the flush that seems to go through your body at the thought of him getting hard for you.

"Well, maybe he wouldn't have to teach me a lesson if he wasn't a brat first," you make your move in sync with your last word, cupping his hard cock with your hand. It was a step up from what he'd done to you last night. A really big step. Fuck, he was thick, you did what you could to fully grasp him from the confines of his pants but it was difficult with how large he was.

Ridoc wasn't taking any of your shit, he grabbed your wrist and moved it away from his center then pulled to bring you closer to him.

"You're gonna regret that, sweetness," How did he manage to sound so teasing and so sexy at the same time? "You thought last night was bad? I'll have you on your knees begging for me next time," Your body stills at his words, you've exhausted all your courage and were left in front of him defenseless. He stares into your eyes as your body begins to tremble with need. He managed to get to you every single time, but at least this time you'd known for sure that you were also getting to him.

"Will you guys please just shut up and fuck already?" Rhiannon finally shouts, slamming her cutlery down on the table. "It's making me fucking sick."

"Sorry, Rhi," Ridoc pushes away from you, easily masking his emotions while you still sit in agony. "Not my fault," that breaks you from your trance.

"Not your fault? I–I'm not–"

"Save it, princess," He shuts you up way to easily, standing swiftly and exiting the dining hall. Your head falls to the table in defeat and embarrassment.

"You two are seriously disgusting," Liam speaks up. "And that's saying something." You groan in response, whining at the teasing from your friends. But even through your embarrassment you couldn't get Ridoc's words out of your head and you tried to push the thought of begging on your knees for him out of your head.

Over the next few days, you did your best to avoid Ridoc. Not that you didn't want to see him—it was the opposite really—you just weren't sure if you could handle any more teasing (seduction) from him before breaking. He'd caught your eye a couple of times a subtle twinkle in them every time, paired with a smirk on his face. That alone was enough for you to want to get on your knees for him.

It was exactly five days later when he came back to you to fulfill his promise. Five agonizing days without speaking to Ridoc. You tried to convince yourself that it was just because he was turning you on, but you knew the truth. You knew it was because you had real feelings for him, and you were afraid he didn't return them.

You'd just finished training for the day and were ready to crash for the night, your back sore and arms tired from holding out against Imogen. You closed the door to your room behind you and lay on the floor to stretch your stiff muscles. You hadn't even been alone for a minute before your door burst open and shut again in quick succession.

"Ridoc?" he rotates his wrist slightly and you hear the lock on your door click behind you and he locks it with lesser magic—something you still haven't mastered. He stalks over to where you are on the ground, your body propped up by just your elbows and before you know it he's on top of you. Kissing you. Hard.

Your arms give out beneath you but Ridoc is there, wrapping his arms around you and holding you up.

"Couldn't—mph—wait another fucking minute," he grunts out as you begin to return his kisses, struggling to keep up with his fast pace. His words. His mouth on yours...you could've sworn you'd reached the afterlife and Zihnal had favored you. You keep kissing him in earnest, not caring that he decided right now to give in for whatever reason. What did make him give in right now?

"W–wait, why now?" You try to push him away gently but he resists trailing kisses down the side of your neck. He mumbles between them, something unintelligible, you push him harder "Ridoc, can't hear you." he gives into you and pulls away slightly to speak clearly.

"I said, you're wearing that fucking shirt again," you look down and it clicks in your head, this was the tiny training tank that you wore that one day to tease him. And you had worn it again for training that night, not even thinking it would do anything to him after the first time.

"Oh so you just saw my tits and couldn't hold back," you taunt. He does not take to your teasing well and grabs your face with one hand, his cold fingers squishing your cheeks together.

"Don't forget what you did the other day, sweetness. I'm not going back on my word," You feel your body being to submit to him, but you still want to push him a little further, you weren't quite done with your game yet.

"Hm, want me on my knees?" you question, craning your neck to try to capture his lips again. He ignores you and stands, walking to the door.

"Fine, I'll leave."

"No! No, stay! Please, Ridoc," you scramble up from the ground, not quite making it to your feet as your pleading begins. This can't happen again, he can't leave you to take care of yourself once more. You could've been begging for life itself with Malek with the way you felt.

"Seriously? All it took was three words and you're doing exactly what I want you to," he turns from where he stands by the door and looks down at you pathetically. There you were. On your knees. Begging him.

You honestly couldn't care at this point that you'd given up completely on your goal to tease him back. You needed him. Just as you needed air to breathe. You'd surely regret your actions tomorrow but there was no way you could wait any longer.

"I give up, okay! I just need you to touch me, please..."

"Think you're gonna get away with it that easy? After all your teasing..." he tsks and walks closer to you, moving his hands to his hips to unbuckle his belt. Your mouth waters at the prospect of his cock in your mouth. You reach your hands out impatiently to take over the job of removing his belt, but right when you get there he slaps your hands away. "No hands. You're gonna take what I give you, princess." you nod in understanding, opting to behave and listen to him so he doesn't threaten to leave again.

He removes his belt and undoes the button on his pants, sliding them and his boxers down just enough to pull his leaking cock out. You'd felt it the other day, yes, but seeing it was something else. If your mouth was watering at the thought, you're sure you started drooling at the sight. He pumps himself a couple of times, spreading the wetness at the tip with his thumb before he sticks his hand out in front of you, mumbling out a "Spit." you listen, spitting in his hand and letting the excess drool fall down your chin as you look up at him through your lashes. He continued to touch himself a little longer before you realized what he was doing. He was waiting for you to ask for it.

"Ridoc, please...can I please?" you ask as soon as you realize what's going on. You notice him drawing in a deep breath to keep control before he answers you.

"Please what?"

"Ridoc! I asked nicely," You pout and start to bring your hands up again before deciding otherwise, knowing you'd get in trouble.

"Yes, you did. But I want to hear you say it," You could tell he was having a hard time holding himself together and you were too, so you gave in.

"Wanna suck your cock, please—" You couldn't even finish before he grasped your jaw again and opened your mouth up, shoving his thick cock inside. You choke at first but quickly adjust and start to get to work.

"Good girl, see what happens when you obey?" his words shoot straight to your pussy, his praise making you even slicker.

"M–phm," you agree, your response muffled. He moves slowly, but you know it's more for his sake of not finishing too soon than it is for your sake of not choking again. He fucks into your mouth and you bob your head in rhythm, soothing the underside of his cock with your tongue. He tasted amazing, better than you imagined when you touched yourself.

"So good, princess," he groans and wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls your head off him, your lips leaving him with a pop. Drool streams down your chin, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. You try to move forward again but his hand in your hair holds you back. "You're not done behaving are you?"

"No, no, I'll behave," you answer with a shake of your head.

"Good. Take your clothes off and sit on the bed." You move quickly, not wanting to spend another second without his hands on you. You remove your shirt first while kicking off your boots, then make quick work of your pants and lean back to sit on the edge of your bed. You cross your legs at the ankle and swing them back and forth, impatiently waiting for Ridoc as get walks closer to you. He reaches his hand out and plucks at the thin strap of your bra. "All of your clothes," he says sternly. You grow slightly nervous to be completely naked in front of him with him being mostly clothed.

"But—" your words are cut off with only a hard look from him. You stand again and reach around you to pull your bra off. Ridoc's grip on his cock visibly tightens as your tits bounce free. You keep your eyes on him and lean down, taking your panties off and dangling them in front of his face before dropping them to the ground with the rest of your clothes. "Happy now?" you snark, though still keeping the smile on your face to show him you would keep behaving.

"Very," he sighs before pouncing on you. He captures your mouth with his lips again, licking into your mouth to wind your tongues together. His fingers ran over your body deftly, the light touches driving you mad. But his fingertips grew colder, they were literally ice against you and you whine at the feeling.

He was losing control, he wasn't able to keep his signet in check.

He didn't acknowledge his signet taking hold, instead, he broke away from your kiss momentarily to remove his shirt and shove down his pants even more. You reach out to touch him, disregarding anything he might have to say about it. Thankfully he seems too lost in his mind to bother with it, so you run your hands along his body your fingers feeling their way across his muscular back, and pull him closer to you.

Fully undressed now, Ridoc glides his hands further down your body as he continues to kiss you deeply, your own hands tangled in his hair. He clutches your hips hard and moves one hand to your aching cunt then drags his fingers through achingly slow.

"Ridoc! 'S too cold!" you gasp at the feeling of his frozen fingers at your core. But he ignores your complaint and keeps moving his fingers through your slick.

"So fucking wet, sweetness," he moves his head away from your mouth, leaning back to admire your pussy. "You're dripping, sweetness, did you get this wet just from sucking my cock?" You nod your head in response. "Yeah? You've been wanting this for a long time, huh?

"Please, need more."

"More? I gave you my cock...I'm touching your pussy...what more could you want?" You groan in annoyance at the fact he's making you beg more.

"Ridoc, please! Want you to fuck me, please, I've waited so long..." You cry out pitifully, his fingers still fondling your center.

"Yes, you have, but you were acting like a slut," He plunges two of his fingers deep inside of you, curling them upwards to give you the friction you needed, sinful moans flew from your mouth. "If you just asked me to fuck you I would have, princess."

Despite his dominating tone, the last of his words held a sweetness to them, you knew that if you truly did ask him, he would've done anything for you. But instead there you were, begging him to fuck you while his ice-cold fingers did the job his dick should be doing.

"Ridoc, I need you, please, I need your cock inside me, I'm sorry for teasing! Just please, fuck me!" Your voice was desperate, embarrassingly so. But he wanted you begging and he got it. Seeming satisfied with the job you were doing he pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth, licking them with a tantalizing look on his face and a deep guttural groan.

"There it is," he says as he pulls his fingers from his mouth, "just needed to say sorry, princess, that's it. Good job, I'll fuck you now, don't worry." His voice sounded sweet, but there was a darkness masked underneath it. If you didn't trust Ridoc so much you might've been worried about what was in store for you, but you knew he'd never hurt you.

He grabs a hold of your hips again and pulls you right to the edge of the bed before rolling you onto your front and pulling your ass up. Then, before you know it you're filled to the brim with his thick cock.

"Ah, fuck!" you shout. Pleasure coursed through your entire body, your brain fuddled in ecstasy. Ridoc leaned forward, pushing his cock into you impossibly deeper in the process, and craned his head right down to where your face was smooshed on the bed.

"Tell me if it gets too much and I'll stop, okay, sweetness?"

"Mhm," you answer, too lost in the moment to give a real response.

"No, not gonna cut it, use your words," He didn't move, refusing to do so until you listened.

"I'll tell you, promise," you utter.

"That's it, who knew the slut could be such a good girl?" His tone regaining it's cockiness. He started fucking into you slowly after answering, but his pace picked up fast, very fast.

You felt like you were being completed, his cock fitting you perfectly, rutting deep against your cervix as his fingers bit harshly into your hips, pulling you back against him in deep motions. You covered your mouth with your hand, doing your best to contain how loud you were being.

"Gods, you feel so good, princess. Like you were fucking made for me," you moan into your hand at his words, just the thought of you being made for him, being the one for him, had you keening. Wishing you were the only thing he would ever touch again, the only being he would even taste again, touch again, breathe again.

Your sorrowful thoughts didn't last very long, the feeling of him surrounding you taking over. You loved him. You loved him. You loved him.

"I love you."

You blanch. Afraid of what you'd just said. You go to slap your hand over your mouth, wait. Your mouth was already covered by your hand. You didn't say that. Ridoc did.

You revel in the joy, the splendor, the indulgence of the words. But also the feeling of him fucking you so deep and hard. It was all too much too fast. Your climax approaches fast, not giving you any time to prepare before you're coming all over his cock, tears break free from their walls, flowing down your face in rivulets. You squeeze hard around his cock as you orgasm and his pace falters.

He pulls out after your cunt stops pulsing and strokes his dick a few more times before he's spilling his seed across your ass, saying a string of curses as he does so.

Your body falls lax against your bed and you feel Ridoc wiping himself off of you with soft fabric and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you up to lay the right way up on the bed. He adjusts so he lays first, dragging you to lay your head on his chest. He loves you.

"There we go, c'mere sweetness—" He sits up quickly, your head rolling off of him as he shoots forward, hands moving to your hips with soft touches "Oh, oh fuck—oh my gods I'm sorry, princess. I'm so fucking sorry, I—I didn't mean to." You tilt your head and look to where his hands barely graze your hips, there your skin is frostbitten into the shapes of his perfect fingertips. Your mind whirs and you look at his face, worry etched over it so clearly. His eyes swim with tears. He loves you.

"Did you mean it?"

"NO! Gods, I'd never...I think I just lost control and—and I can't even tell you how sorry I am princess, gods I can't—" his lip trembles and he moves his hands away from you to run them through his hair.

"Ridoc, no. Do you love me?" you reach to take hold of his face, turning him so he's looking you dead in the eye. The tears don't fall from his eyes and they soften, his body relaxing as he sees the look that has so obviously been on your face for so long.

"More than anything..." He melts into your hold, the affection such a drastic change from him just a few minutes ago. You don't let him say anything else before you move in on him, locking your lips together again. The kiss wasn't as desperate as your ones from earlier, but just as passionate.

"I love you. I have for a while I think..." your voice draws off as you think back to how you acted toward him. "Sorry for being so bratty...just wanted to tease you back to show you how it felt." His gaze switches from a loving look to one of amusement before he tosses his head back in laughter.

"It's okay, sweetness, can't you tell that I like a little bit of excitement?" you giggle along with him.

"Yeah, I guess..." you say, still a little nervous.

"Gods, you're so fucking hot, can't tell you how hard it was to hold myself back from you for so long." You smile, confidence flooding back through you.

"Hm, good to know." You push him back onto the bed to lie again before you crawl into his arms. The place you'd so long desired to be in. You glance down at your bodies entwined together, like roots that grew into each other. His hand still absentmindedly tracing around your lightly frostbitten hips. The marks didn't hurt too much, just enough to remind you he'd been there. You still loved his cold hands.  

[zivazivc]

All the brain worms I have about these two.. they're packed full of protein 🥲

infodumping about them under the cut

Back during summer when I made the Ish and Lena post I already came to the decision to dial back Ish's meanness. One psycho monster of a parent and one dead parent he can't resolve his trauma with are more than enough for this poor kid to deal with. I still kept many of Ish's bad traits, like his thin patience/anger problem and his lacking gentleness, but he's someone who's actually trying to be a dad to Les and Hed.

He does develop a close bond with Hedley and quickly starts to consider him as his own kid, but Leslie is so messed up by the time they get to him that he and Ish never manage to form the same connection.

Les's nervous behavior and constant flinching around Ish (when the guy doesn't do anything more than maybe move to quickly or scrape the chair against the floor too loudly), plus Les's tendency to lie to avoid trouble all really put Ish off at the start.

Leslie never talks to anyone about his life in the Rock Kingdom, he keeps it all to himself, and moments such as the drawings above are rare instances when he lets some of his thoughts spill. Ish knows there's something wrong with the kid but statements like that still catch him off guard and shake him to the core. It takes him a while to fully realize that Les's issues aren't going to just go away with time and that the kid needs help. But by then Les's self-hatred (accompanied by the fact that he's regularly overstimulated from living in the city) reaches a point where he actively starts acting out and causing trouble, and he stops showing interest in trying to mend the bond, instead he subconsciously starts looking for ways to get his dad to hate him (the way he hates himself). :(

I've talked about this to Sapphire a few weeks back: If Les and Floyd were the same age and they met as teenagers while Les was still living in Vibe City, they would most likely not be able to stand each other. Les is extremely miserable and unlikable during his teenage years. His and Ish's relationship only gets more strained over that period until one fight finally results in Ish kicking him out.

The next decade or so they spend with practically no contact safe for Hed who regularly keeps in touch with their dad via letters.

It's only after Les and Floyd make a deal to both go to therapy ("I'll go if you go"), and Hed starts a family, that Les finally decides to take a step in trying to reconnect with their dad. The cause is neither of them wanting to see Hed in a situation where he has to choose which one to invite to family gatherings, but the reason is that they both want to finally put their hurt behind them and forgive each other.

[jamethinks]

i said this a while back but one thing people regularly misunderstand about Anya is that she is an asshole. most of her art and portrayals show her as this cheerful cutie pie who is a bit ditsy at times but if you actually read the text you would see that she is a complete dickhead.

she's selfish, lazy, unmotivated, crass, and childish (that is a bit fine but for the state of the story it is problematic). her biggest flaw isn't that's stupid. anya has all her braincells and is dedicated to using them for anything but

and this is not a hate post or anything because i love that anya is a little dipshit, that's the core of the story. and yes anya is capable of putting others first and being kind and helpful in general. but she's not a selfless goodie goodie as everyone portrays her as.

anya has her good traits and she has her bad ones, most of which are just a result of her being a child. i just when people completely strip her of her dimensions in order to push her into this cutesy ditsy manic pixie girl fantasy.

the many good things anya does comes at a cost. and that is a very important detail that gets overlooked. she isn't selfless, she only does things when there is a foreseeable benefit for her. it's that lack of pervasiveness that makes her so strong and compelling. the fact that people have to earn her kindness is integral with her character and her relationship with Damian.

and i'll say it, it's misogyny. anya very clearly does not abide by the laws of femininity. the juxtaposition between her and becky highlights this. again, this is one of the core elements of anya's story. her refusal to play by the rules of class and gender, instead acting in the way she believes to be right and just.

so take that rebellious attitude and competitive spirit and water it down to her being a bit odd and out of place is misogynistic. the struggles anya has is not because she doesn't know, it's because she does not care. bondman attempts to portray a generic idea of gender (bondman saving the princess and swooning all the women) but rather than accept her role as the princess she aims to be bondman.

the reason i say anya punching damian is such an important moment isnt because it was funny and abrupt (it was but not my point), it's because that moment symbolizes anya's character. it is a rejection of her status as a woman (girl) and lower class (than damian). she crosses both class and gender boundaries and puts that little bitch in his place.

every time you contort anya and strip her of those evidently masculine traits, you give into the system and that's just unforgivable. every time you age up anya and she "grows out" of those more undesirable traits and models more of a traditional representation of femininity, i will stab you to death <3.

and keep that choice feminist anti-intellectual ass takes away from me. i'm not having it.

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/775475288929894400/but-here-are-what-zines-from-my-own-collection

Very very sorry for the long ask but I love both the DIY type zines and the fandom collab artbook type zines so i really enjoyed you talking about it here. But i also kind of feel insane about how anti-“nice fandom artbook zines” op of the post and most people in the notes were??? I know fandom zine drama and all the rest of the issues exist but it seems odd to me to hate the entire practice of making and distributing these things when in my experience at least most of the ones I’ve seen are either all charity fundraisers people contribute to for fun out of the joy of making fandom stuff or else barely manage to cover cost of production.

Commodifying fandom and DIY shit is definitely an issue but i don’t really know if people wanting to come together to make high quality printed stuff to have and it being priced accordingly is really the heart of the issue. In my experience most fandom zines/artbooks are also often traded/given away for free after fundraising and production. Like the point isn’t gatekeeping it’s more comparable to small time independent fandom merch creation where people aren’t really making a profit at all, and while I can sort of understand wanting different terminology for these things vs old style DIY zines, I don’t really understand the hate for the artbook kind. Issues like gatekeeping, money mismanagement, etc are more issues with individual projects rather than the entire scene. These things are still for the most part not for profit independent projects solely meant to circulate in a specific subculture for fun. If I collaborated with a group of artists with similar interests with the goal of making a cool limited run charity zine, it seems odd to me that it would be barred from “wholesome real zine” status by whether or not we went to a local printer to print it on high quality paper and therefore had it cost $20 or not.

And it might be that my experience is a complete outlier but even then people regularly trade the fandom artbook zines and share all the art for free, etc after charity fundraising and the print run is done. I’ve bought and traded all different kinds and print quality levels of zines, and idk it just seems weird to moralize the creation of art objects in this way. All of the types of zines share ancestors so i don’t see why one shouldn’t have the right to call itself a zine when it’s a cousin to the original concept. Production value isn’t a crime, people like things lol. The fancy artbook fandom zines are never going to be mainstream or whatever because they’re still fandom bullshit solely for fandom gratification lol. It’s not stopping anyone from making small DIY projects of even the same subjects and in the same spaces, so I would rather people point out actual unethical behaviors in these hobby spaces rather than just “production value bad because it makes people make the bad choice of not encouraging and buying DIY zines”. Like if people are smart and mindful about it both can exist fine

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I think there are a variety of reasons people get upset, but a big part of it is feeling like they can't compete and now the expectation is a pro-looking product.

Honestly, I think a lot of the change is just that 1. different printing is available now and 2. the focus has shifted to artists rather than writers. People who used to be top dog are now nobodies, and the shift is upsetting to some.

Fanfic zines in ye olden days were often financially out of reach of plenty of fans, so this isn't really that big of a change.

[truelotus]

Princess

Sosuke Aizen X Reader

a/n: haha this was my first ever fanfic and I never posted it, but I am now so :p

Warnings: gore, blood, smut, 18+ content, unprotected sex, public sex

Mafia AU!

It was rare for you to roam around the streets, you’re never one to go out. You were finishing the job up for one of your men, after you came back to your house you’d for sure order for them to be killed.

How could they let their princess go out and do their job? Do they know the amount of danger there is out there for a “innocent” looking woman like you. But of course you were anything but innocent.

Your heels made a clanking sound as you walked, the way you swayed your hips would make anyone turn their head to you, you were something.

You noticed that a few men have been following you for quite some time, you were going to lead them into a alleyway just to kill them. How dare they think that they could take advantage of you.

“What disgraceful behavior.” You muttered under your breath as you led them to the alleyway and of course they followed you. You were slowly reaching for your dagger that was strapped on your waist. You turned around to finally make a move and hopefully get them caught off guard.

But as soon as you turned around, blood splattered onto your face. You could hear the blood also splattering onto the ground. You were a bit startled of course since you hadn’t even noticed anyone else’s predatory, as well with their presence.

And there was only one person that could startle you like that.. Sosuke Aizen.

The both of you are mafia bosses, of course there was some rivalry between you two. His men killed your men.. how could there not be any rivalry between you and him.

“Hello Sosuke.” You said as you wiped the blood off your face with your handkerchief. “Well well.. It’s a surprise seeing you out here princess. I wasn’t expecting to find you wandering out here.” Aizen said as he cleaned his dagger, he watched as you cleaned your face up.

“You look rather lovely with blood on your face, there’s a certain allure about it. I can’t get enough of it.” You rolled your eyes by his silly little compliment, he always behaved like this when crossing paths with you.

“But of course, I much rather have my cum be on your face than blood. We can’t have the princess getting dirty, can we?” He slowly walked over to you, holding your chin up.

He could kill you in seconds if he really wanted to, he had to kill you. But he just couldn’t resist you, and you know that he could never go through with killing you. He would never lay a finger on you.

“Listen Sosuke-” You were interrupted by him locking his mouth with yours, oh how you hated this man. He couldn’t resist you and you couldn’t resist him. He had no shame but of course you did. How would your men think about this?

l How would they feel if they found out that you, their princess, was getting fucked by him regularly? he was the one filling up your insides, the one leaving love marks all over your body, the one who fucked you dumb.

Aizen felt your body up as the two of you continued to lock lips, he bit your lip, causing you to gasp and he took that chance to slide his tongue inside your mouth. You could feel his hands getting lower and lower, he gripped onto your ass slightly, then slapping it.

You let out a soft moan into his mouth, how shameful of you. You were getting all excited by him spanking your ass.

You pulled away to get a breather, a string of saliva following you as you pulled away. You could see how your lipstick had slightly stained his lips.

“I can’t get enough of your pretty little face.” He said as he wiped away your smudged lipstick with his thumb. You smirked at his remark before pulling him back in for a kiss.

“You make me insane Sosuke.” You said as you pulled away, he smirked seeing you so hungry for his touch, hungry for him to feel you up with his sex.

In a swift action, you were up against a nearby wall. You could feel yourself getting wet around your crotch, knowing what was about to happen.

“This time, look at me when you take my dick. I wanna see that pretty little face of yours as I fuck you.” He said as he whispered into your ear, it always aroused you even more when he used such vocabulary, he wasn’t the type of man to say those words in a regular basis.

He proceeded to slide your panties aside, you were wearing a short dress so it gave him easy access to fuck you. He could feel your wet little cunt and oh how he loved it. He loved every little bit of it and you of course.

You nodded and watched him unbuckle his belt , you continued to watch as he slowly took out his cock, you could see by the tip there was some pre-cum, at least you weren’t the only one that was extremely aroused.

He wiped off his pre-cum with his finger, your lips slightly parted. You wanted to taste it badly. He noticed your hunger and he smirked once more before shoving his finger into your mouth, he could feel your tongue wrapped around his finger, making sure to get every little bit.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, smiling on how much of a good job you did. “Good job as always princess.”

Before shoving his cock into you, he did a few strokes to ready himself up for you, and only you. After being inside you the first time he’s never gone to any other women. You fit him like a glove, you take him amazingly. And of course you did the same, that’s why he’s so obsessed with you..he loved that you were loyal to him even while being each other’s rivals.

“You look magnificent prince-” His words were cut off by you lightly grabbing his cock and shoving it inside you yourself, you were already irritated earlier by the men following you, you needed for him to fuck the annoyance out of you.

“So-haah- impatient..” He threw his head by how tight you were, your walls clamped down onto his cock as he thrusted into you, your eyes rolled back by how deep he was.

He was so deep inside your cunt, you could feel his balls hit your ass with each thrust he did, he was chanting your name , eyebrows furrowed as he felt you up with his sex.

Every little moan you made motivated him even more, he was proud that he could make you moan in such a lustful way.

He knew how to make you feel good, he grabbed your hips and you could feel him hitting your walls harder and faster. And during all of that you continued to look at him just like he ordered you to.

You watched as his hands left your hips, instead they went onto s different part of your body, your breasts. He massaged your breasts as he continued to thrust himself into you.

He pinched your nipples, watching you bite your lip as he rubbed them. He used your breasts as support to fuck you.

The alleyway was filled with such lustful moans, if anyone went into the alleyway you were both in, they’d find you up against the wall getting fucked roughly by Sosuke.

But neither of you cared, in fact, being caught by anyone excited you both even more.

You could feel yourself getting to your climax, “S-Sosuke..” You moaned out his name, letting him know that you were about to come. “I know princess.. Me too.”

“Let’s come together shall we?” His voice slightly cracked at the end since he too was about to cum.

After a few more thrusts into you, you came all over his cock and he came inside you, making your walls white. He stayed inside you before taking his dick out of you, he wanted to make sure that you were filled to the very brim.

“You were amazing.” He said as he planted a small kiss on your lips, You blushed slightly by his remark. You could feel your legs were slightly wobbly, of course.

“Now what are we going to do about these guys?” You said as you fixed your dress, the both of you were so fixated on each other that you both had forgotten about the dead men on the ground.

“Oh leave them.. They knew better.” Sosuke pulled you close to him to get your attention off of them. “They tried to hurt you.. I’ll take anyone on for you.” He closed the space between you two by locking lips with you.

“Let me take you home, I don’t want another man following you.”

“What will daddy think about it though?”

“Pay no attention to him, i’m sure he’d want his princess to come home safely.” His gaze was so intense it made you weak.

“Or. We could go back to my home and we’ll tale care of other things together.” He said as he leaned over , whispering into your ear.

“I’ll like that.”

[rydengg]

someone has gotta tell me why adult content thieves think “well are the hollywood movie gifsets on here theft” is a gotcha question when asked to stop sharing unsourced porn gifs?? babes it’s a matter of popular media literacy being commonplace and how flippantly porn is stolen.

you can see a VERY obscure gif of a hollywood film and still gather enough info to where it wouldn’t be super difficult to track down. the sources are made readily available & piracy protection is regularly enforced. film studios are afforded lots of wiggle room for what’s considered fair use + most movie gifs, if nothing else, serve as advertisement. that’s not even to mention the amount of money in average hollywood films vs the most high grossing pornography.

meanwhile, the people who have stolen content over and over have neutralized the individuality of the things they post. everything became a sea of black and white gifs to fit an aesthetic that isn’t even popular anymore and hasn’t been in a looooong time. identifying info is intentionally omitted. they massively distributed it without any value shown toward the craft or the people that made the content to the point where there is almost no porn media literacy in average online social spaces. if anyone knows ANY big name, it’s the same two or three performers every time and it’s been that way as long as i can remember. there is such little piracy protection for us that there is no fair use without clear, stated sources or simply only sharing from the source.

like… you guys are gonna have to stop claiming to support sex workers if you’re still sharing unsourced porn online. we have asked and asked and asked and get questioned/criticized every step of the way. we explain ourselves just to be ignored because some of you have main character syndrome and think you should be the only one allowed to perpetuate this issue because it’s convenient for you. you aren’t exempt and frankly, it seems like FAR too many of you believe reblogging sourced posts from sex workers every once in a while makes sharing unsourced content on the regular ok.

sex workers see you. we see it all and we are judging you. be fucking better. please.

[proshippers-against-censorship]

i am sleep deprived, i am off my meds, i just posted a lengthy, anon hate egopost (no death threats or suicidebait dw) to some anti like half and hour ago

let me tell you how much i fucking HATE antis. they wanna control your fucking thoughts. they will harass you for not conforming to their fucking ideals. they're all pure evil, and can legally be classified as a terror cell.

if these people didn't try to posture about how "progressive" they are, they'd be with the other republicans trying to make the queer community into outlaws. they may as well be republicans. they're a fucking censorship mob and they want to get in your head.

i regularly go on insane bpd rants to my friends about these fucks. that's how much i fucking hate these fucking low-IQ pieces of shit.

fuck, i'm a goddamn incest shipper for DANGANRONPA (the series about fucked up shit happening to problematic teenagers) but i couldn't say that in a fandom circle bc people would get fucking pissed if i said junko and mukuro were gay (or korekiyo and his sister).

why do they like games like the coffin of andy and leyley again????? why???? it's the toxic codependent siblings game you fucks! it's made by a proshipper! IT HAS AN INCEST ENDING YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!!!!!!

"OH UR FETISHISING ABUSE BLAH BLAH" IT'S FUCKING FICTION!!!!!! WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING IDIOTS TALK ABOUT WAYS TO PREVENT ACTUAL SA INSTEAD OF THIS BULLSHIT!? I'M TIRED OF IT!

appabend was right tbh. fanpol sucks. twitter sucks. fuck these people and fuck thoughtcrime and fuck the fucking harassment mob.

(sorry for my insane, sleep-deprived ranting. this is the same anon who posted that rhetorical question about turner diaries. you're cool and your takes are based.)

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[somethingsomethingdgronpa]

Fragments of a broken family

PART ONE: A Glimmer Of Religion

I’ve been thinking about my past lately, since I kinda… left it… and all of that… but thankfully I managed to obtain some footage from the past, the… past… it’s all from the past, but different areas of the past. You get it? Anyway, let’s start with the first one.

(Shine puts a tape into a slot connecting to a slightly old TV and…)

“Welcome everyone to another episode of THE DATING GAME!!!! We have an extra spo-“

(Shine hurriedly takes the tape out of the slot.)

WRONG FOOTAGE! Ugh… how have I already got these mixed up? Hm… let’s see here…

(Shine rummages through a box of tapes, before she pulls out one titled “PG data 1.”)

Ah… that’s the footage I’m looking for. Here it goes…

(Shine inserts the tape into the slot, and we see a mystical sight. There was a cave full of crystals, filled almost to the brim with small, butterfly-like creatures. They soon open a path, where we see more dragging in a few dead aquatic creatures. A lavender-colored fellisio steps out of her cavern inside the cave, having noticeable glowing on her wings.)

“Ah, Chichi. I see you and your group have returned from your mission.”

“My leader, we have returned with a great bounty. Two nimoonas and a slaiorn. I hope this bounty allows you to get even stronger.”

“Very good. I bet Coral will enjoy this too.”

“Wazzat now?”

(A dark pink felliso makes her appearance, with an orange one on her back. The orange one was quite young, looking like it had just been born. They both also had the same glowing, by the way.)

“Ah, Coral. I see everything went well with your pregnancy?”

“Yeah, everything went all right! I just wish I came to you before I named him…”

“Coral, what did you name him?”

“I… I named him Butters. He looks like peanut butter to me, so I named him Butters!”

“Coral, you’re so informal sometimes! But I still love you.”

“What’s a peanut?”

“Chichi, stay out of this.”

“Ok… I will leave you be, my leader.”

(The butterfly-like creature walks off. The footage is mainly the two fellisios talking about their “religion,” before…)

“GET THE SPY!”

(The footage ends.)

[tamelee]

Happy 3/7day 🥰~! 'One day we'll look back on all these memories and smile about it'

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