#Writers & Lovers

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May's Book Club Pick: Writers & Lovers by Lily King

📣 Book Club Pick Announcement! We are excited to announce our next book club pick: Writers & Lovers by Lily King. This novel follows the story of Casey, a struggling writer who is grappling with the loss of her mother and a series of failed relationships. She finds solace in her writing and in a new romance, but must confront the challenges and sacrifices of pursuing her passion. Writers &…

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Exploring Life, Love, and Writing: Writers & Lovers - 4 Stars

Join us in the Lit Lounge for a captivating literary journey. Our latest recommendation: Writers & Lovers by Lily King.

Hello, fellow bookworms! Welcome to the Lit Lounge, my cozy little corner where I can fully indulge my passion for literature. Today, I’m excited to share my thoughts on a book that has been on my radar for quite some time: Writers & Lovers by Lily King. My interest piqued when my niece and a couple of close friends recommended it. As a true sucker for stories about writers, books, and the…

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(not so) lyrical genius…!

band members au

NSFW, R RATED, MINORS DNI, 18+

yuki tsukumo x black!fem!reader x choso kamo

summary: every artist faces writers block at some point, but you and yuki are there to ensure choso gets just enough inspiration.

cw: nsfw, smut, 18+, use of pet names, poly!couple, established relationship, explicit language, threesome, (1) creampie, oral (m + f receiving), fingering, blowjob, swallowing partner’s release, light dom!yuki, little bit of switch!reader, sub!choso, face riding, cowgirl, praise, good deal of kissing in here

names used(?): baby boy, baby, pretty girl, ma’am, mommy (like twice), pretty boy, good boy

wc. 4.4K+

tags + note: @chososluv @shemaycry @uc1wa when i say it’s actually comical that i got writer’s block while writing a story about writer’s block. something like that would only happen to me i swear. but ahhh band mates choso and yuki, i hope you all enjoy! comments, reblogs, and tags are always welcomed.

a guitar amp sat on the hardwood flooring near the end of the bed. black cords and cables decorated the floor and trailed upwards onto the bed. mindless riffs and melodies were pushed through the amp, sounding around the occupied room. yuki’s fingers lightly strummed over the guitar strings as her blonde hair framed her face, her bangs slightly covering her eyes as she peered down at her guitar.

“this is useless,” choso huffed from the upper part of the bed, interrupting yuki’s actions as the sounds emitted from the amp halted. his legs were stretched out as his sock-covered feet almost grazed yuki’s criss-crossed legs. in his sudden little outburst, choso dropped a notebook and pencil onto the black-silk bed sheets, right between yourself and him. your two barbie ponytails swayed a bit as you looked between your two lovers, peering over your phone.

“there’s gotta be something, cho,” yuki almost groaned. the three rings on her right hand sending out a ‘ping!’ sound around the room as she accidentally tapped the neck of her guitar. “you don’t usually get so…” yuki seemed to search for her words.

“stuck. i feel fucking stuck,” choso interjected, finishing yuki’s sentence. another stress-filled huff flowing past his lips as his fingers pinched at his nose bridge. the solid black tattoo that adorned it was manipulated by his actions.

“well, i don’t think beating yourself up about it is going to help.” you joined the conversation, dropping your phone into your lap. reaching over to run a hand through choso’s hair, loose from the confines of his usual two high ponytails, your nails running over his scalp. “when’s the next gig?”

“in three weeks,” yuki announced, fiddling with the tuning pegs on her guitar. “the band has got everything done. but we’re lacking in the lyrics department, as we can see,” yuki tried to joke with a little smile. though the joke seemed to push choso further into despair as he groaned and leaned into your touch.

“at least you’ve got time.” you tried to be positive as well, letting your hand slip from choso’s hair when he began to move away.

“that’s the thing; we had two months.” his already deep voice deepened a bit more as he spoke. rubbing a hand over his face quickly.

being in a relationship with two artists almost felt unreal at times. but as you all sat in bed, pajamas on, and somewhat relaxed — the moment was as real as ever. it had been almost two hours that you all sat, choso trying to write lyrics onto the notepad he had just recently thrown aside.

complaints about how time was running out were thrown around between the two at random times. the two members of a completely independent band were left stumped. yuki was just unsure of how to help her boyfriend at the moment. knowing they had the idea of producing a new single before their next show, the chances of that idea taking place were becoming slim.

setting her guitar on the bed, right below choso’s feet, yuki wrapped a hand around one of your ankles to grab your attention. rubbing at your soft brown skin with a soft — almost apologetic — smile for choso’s down in the dumps attitude.

“baby boy, it’s just writer's block. how do you usually deal with it?” yuki questioned, still sending a soothing touch over your ankle.

if choso could throw a full-on tantrum, you doubt he would hold back. his brain seemed to taunt him with a lack of creativity, blanking out completely when his notebook was in front of him. the lack of inspiration boiled into frustration, and that, in turn, pissed him off even more.

“it’s been a minute since i’ve had a block this bad,” choso confessed. watching as yuki tugged at you, beckoning you towards her for a gentle kiss. his eyes trailed over the matching pajama sets you both wore. a plaid black and red pattern decorating the bottoms and a simple black fitted baby-doll tee complementing you both beautifully. 

in the quick moment, his constant feelings of luck set in. he always felt lucky to have you two, and he knew that would never change. he was simply weak for the both of you; hell, sometimes he could rarely fathom that you two interacted with him.

“is there something missing?” yuki questioned as she pulled away from your lips, dragging you into her lap. facing choso. her hand resting on your thigh as you placed your head against her shoulder. the sensation of her cool rings could be felt slightly through your pants. “we need to know where your head is in order to help.”

“we’re not mind readers ya’ know…” you jokingly poked fun at your other partner. inhaling yuki’s scent as it surrounds you. feeling choso eye the two of you for a moment, he searched his mind for the right words. a small frown playing at his lips but his eyes were a bit hooded as they flickered over both you and yuki. a look that your girlfriend did not miss when it took place.

“inspiration. i’m lacking inspiration right now,” choso admitted while sighing. dropping his hands to smooth over his heather-gray sweatpants, his fingers brushing over the hem of his white baggy tee in the process.

“that should be easy to fix, right?” you attempted to help again. “i mean, cho, i’ve seen you take inspiration from the smallest of things.”

“she’s right, ya’ know.” yuki agreed as her fingers played at the end of one of your ponytails. with a slightly raised brow, she tilted her head to the side, taking in the man before you two. his frustration had begun to teeter along the edges of something else and she knew just what it was. 

“i don’t know where to even start,” choso confessed once again. mind drawing a blank for what seemed like the thousandth time. though, that left him clear to take on another range of emotions with the way he started to grow a bit warm with you two in front of him. 

“you can find inspiration in anything— i mean not to judge, but have you heard some of the songs these other bands are making?” yuki said, a small laugh leaving her lips in her slight show of cockiness. but they died down as an idea flickered through her mind. if a cartoonish light bulb could appear over her head, it would shine as brightly as it possibly could. especially when her lips dropped to your ear, whispering words that choso couldn’t hear.

it was evident that the words made you a bit flustered as you let out a giggle, squeezing at yuki’s arm lightly. until a hum of agreement was pushed from you during her low-spoken words.

“you’re right. but that still leaves me with nothing.” choso nodded. brows furrowing a bit as he watches you two converse. yuki planting a kiss on your cheek as you let out a hum in place of a reply. 

“well you’ve gotta start somewhere. what vibe are you going for?” you spoke up, feeling your girlfriend’s hand gently move from your thigh to your waist. tucking underneath your shirt to soothe you a bit, just as she had done earlier. though this time, a small hiss left your lips when her cool rings kissed at your warmed skin. “your rings…they’re cold.” you laughed a bit at the sensation.

“oh, i’m sorry, baby.” yuki apologized but her hand stayed exactly where it was. 

“something…sensual…maybe?” choso spoke like he was questioning you two instead. “we have a number of upbeat songs. we need something…different.”

“look at it this way,” yuki started with choso again, “our biggest inspiration is right in our faces at this moment.”

a look of confusion overtook the man for just a moment as he let out an inquisitive hum. though he watched as yuki’s gaze flickered from his face to your own in a sort of silent reply. though her words caught up to her soon after.

“our pretty girl,” yuki said in a sure tone. “i mean look at her; she’s gotta be the best inspiration—”

“both of you are. you are both part of my inspiration.” choso rushed out. watching as yuki’s hand trailed a bit further into your shirt. no doubt — her fingers grabbing at you from what he could see.

“mmm, you want us to give you a little more inspiration? huh, cho?” yuki questioned as she locked eyes with him. nimble fingers grabbing at one of your nipples as a gasp was pushed from your lips.

“y—yes,” the man stuttered out a bit flustered.

“yes, what?” yuki demanded as she planted a kiss on your neck, her eyes never letting up on choso. 

“yes ma’am,” choso corrected himself, a slight blush of pink presenting itself along his cheeks. to which yuki gained a lazy smirk before speaking.

“why don’t you go give our pretty boy a kiss, sweetheart?” yuki persuaded you as she pulled her hand from beneath your shirt. helping you off of her lap, yuki watched as you maneuvered yourself over to choso. his arm wrapping around you as he pulls you sideways into his lap. wasting no time in pushing his lips up against yours.

the kiss was heated, full of hunger on choso’s end. as if he had been waiting to get close enough to one of you. your pace mirrored his own in an attempt to bring balance.

“softer.” yuki ordered as she stood from the bed, tucking her guitar and amp away into a corner of the room. grabbing a hair tie from somewhere in the room to tie her hair into a ponytail — her bangs still hanging freely. then pulled her rings off one by one, setting them down somewhere she knew she’d be able to find them later.

on her cue, choso slowed his movements. there was no room for being indifferent today. he knew the best way to get anything he wanted was to comply. so his lips were soft against your glossed ones; the flavor of your lipgloss danced across his tongue. small moans of want meeting between the two of you.

“that’s it, good boy,” yuki cooed as she knelt onto the bed. pushing herself into the bit of open space between you two as she placed a kiss on your cheek, then choso’s cheek. ultimately ending with the three of you kissing at once. a mixture of sounds flooding the room. 

your eyes closed as you felt choso’s hand snake up your torso, palming at your clothed tits. pinching at your pert nipples through your shirt at random. the kiss glided into just him and yuki as you worked to pull your shirt off, welcoming the air around the room to cool your warm body. hardening your brown nipples even more.

“fuck…” choso stated almost breathlessly as he and yuki separated, his eyes landing on you. which only earned a laugh from yuki as she tugged her own shirt off.

“we are about to fuck, choso.” she jokes sarcastically. letting the woman’s joke enter one ear and go through the other, his heavy hands grabbed at you. furthering the actions he had begun earlier, tweaking and pulling at your nipples at random. soon lowering his head to wrap his lips around one. groaning around you as yuki came into view, allowing him to grab at her with his free hand. her pert — almost pinkish colored — nipples being manipulated by his movements.

with her legs tucked below her, yuki pushed herself forward to reach for the waistband of your pajama pants. tucking her hand below the material as her fingers pushed against your panties. the fabric pressed into you underneath her fingers as a wet spot had begun to form. an almost whimper was pushed from your lips at the feeling of both of them.

“that feels good, yuki,” you assured as her fingers worked over your clothed clit in slow and light circles. the way your hips move and chased after yuki’s touch was enough to keep choso pliant as he removed his mouth from you. his cock hardening even more with each movement you made.

“i bet it does,” yuki almost whispered next to your ear. her fingers pushed your panties aside, two fingers swiping at the wetness between your legs. dragging her fingers heavily from your hole to rub at your clit momentarily. the little bud throbbing under her fingertips.

only a whine of disapproval left your lips as she pulled her hand from below your waistband. fingers glistening under the warm light of the bedroom.

“hush, shouldn’t we give choso a taste? we are trying to be inspirational, right, honey?” yuki asked, while your hips continued to grind over choso. in search of his hardness to help the ache that began to grow between your legs.

“yes, mommy.” you complied fully. watching as she pressed her soaked fingers against choso’s lips, and allowed him to wrap his lips around them. a grumble of delight muffled around them as he worked his tongue over her fingers. moving his hips so you could push up against him.

“ ‘taste so good, baby.” choso compliments as he looks at you as yuki slips her fingers out from between his lips. a mewl of thank you brushing past your lips in gratitude for the words and the help he provided you with.

as you felt your clit bump against choso repeatedly, yuki took her time ridding herself of her pajama pants. her black hipster-cut panties being the only things left when she got herself back onto the bed. moving to kiss as choso’s neck. allowing you time to do just as she did and remove your bottoms. 

“would you look at that,” yuki giggled just a bit. “she’s so wet, she left a wet spot…through her pants.”

the mere sight almost made choso cum. a little wet spot sat perfectly over his bulge, and it sent a shiver through him as yuki palmed at him over the stain. his hands grabbed at her wrist to pull her into a straddling position.

yuki’s comment turned you bashful, as you were made completely aware of your wetness seeping through as you pulled your bottoms off. thighs a bit sticky from the mess as you left your underwear on, getting onto the bed again. 

slipping her hand under the band of choso’s sweats and briefs simultaneously, yuki gripped at his length. slightly hovering over him instead of sitting firmly in his lap — leaving room to stroke him slowly.

“shit, yuki—” choso hissed out as he tried to focus on thumbing over her underwear, her clit attentive under his finger. your lips met his again as his groans began to accumulate, your hand caressing his jaw.

“you both,” he started in between kissing you, “oh fuck— are going to be the death of me.”

you and yuki let your laughter envelop the room. giving him a momentary break to help him remove his shirt and sweats. throwing in haphazardly around the room.

both leaning down to plant a kiss on his clothed cock, a small stain of presumably precum could be slightly seen and felt against the black material.

“can we take them off him now, yuki?” you nearly whisper. your words match exactly what choso had been thinking. knowing better than to ask and possibly receive longer teasing from yuki. your eyes locked in on yuki as she laid the palm of her hand on one of your cheeks, one of your ponytails brushing against her hand.

“yes, baby,” she agreed with a smile. “we’re just here for inspiration today, so i don’t think we need to prolong the teasing. unless he wants us to be mean…” yuki’s words trailed off. both of you look to choso for an answer to yuki’s words.

 “nono, ‘just want you two,” he spoke flustered. his own hands trying to maneuver to push the briefs down. only for you and yuki to push his hands back.

“nah, we’ve got it baby.” you replied sweetly. helping yuki to pull them off him, only needing him to lift his hips. his cock springing free from its confines, slapping against his lower stomach. choso was once a bit reserved about showing himself off, shy at the thought of what his two pretty girls thought of him. but over time, you and yuki made him well aware that with his girth and length, there was absolutely nothing to be shy about.

the normally pale tip was a blushy pink color, mirroring his cheeks as he looked at the two of you. spitting into your hand, you wrapped it around his base as yuki took a lick at the precum threatening to dribble from his tip. you followed suit, as well as working towards stroking him.

watching as you both licked up the side of his shaft, only to meet at his tip — choso swore his eyes could have rolled out of his head from his reaction.

“holy shit—” choso stifled a moan as both your tongues ran repeatedly over his tip. like you two were kissing, and he just so happened to have been placed there.

placing a chaste kiss on his tip, you moved back. allowing yuki the room to wrap her lips around him completely. bobbing her head as she worked towards pleasing him. your hand worked in unison with her, stroking him, especially in areas she couldn’t fully take in. your free hand playing with his balls. 

“they’re trynna fuckin’ kill me…” choso moaned to himself in disbelief. hips rutting up a bit, mindlessly. switching places with yuki, she sent choso a cheeky smile. lips riddled with spit and precum.

“inspiration, baby. we’re trying to inspire you not kill you,” the blonde woman teased.

with your lips around him, tongue working against his length, a hum of agreement was emitted from you. heightening his sensitivity to you and yuki’s actions. his hips jutted upwards — pulling a gagging sound from you in the moment as he quickly moved to pull his hips back.

“shit, baby, ‘m sorry,” he whined out, placing a hand lightly on your head in a soothing manner.

“ ‘m okay,” you confirmed as you let him slip from your lips. your voice a bit raspy from the way he had fucked up into your throat. your ponytails swayed as you and yuki went back to simultaneously licking at his tip. drawing sounds from him every second it seemed. 

feeling him twitch below your tongue, you and yuki continued. the verbal warning and begging of i’m gonna cum, please don’t fucking stop falling from choso’s lips.

one final lick from the both of you, paired with stroking him, led him to his peak. cum spurting from his tip in thick ropes over the tongues of both his beautiful girlfriends. repeated swears said by him floated around the room as you both swallowed the milky white substance he had given the two of you. his hands weaved through his own hair for just a moment.

“such a mess, huh?” yuki questioned you as you both looked at the man. she almost laughed at his current state.

“mhm, and he tastes good too.” you nodded.

“well…i guess i’ll let you choose today, d’you want his tongue or do you want to ride him?” yuki asked casually, as if he weren’t sitting there panting. but at her words choso felt his abdomen clench, a feeling of warmth flooding his face once again as he began to harden.

it wasn’t long before you let yuki know you wanted to ride him. leading the both of you to ask him to lay in the very middle of the bed. his body surrounded by the silky sheets on the bed. straddling him, you slid your panties to the side for just a bit, a string of arousal clinging to them as you lowered yourself to grind against choso. your slick hugging into his cock.

with a sensitive grunt, his hands found your waist, helping you move your hips. yuki took the time to remove her underwear and kneel over him, drooling cunt hovering just above him as his anticipation began to grow. a giggle leaving her lips as she leaned forward to kiss you.

“take them off, pretty girl.” to which you complied once again with no indifference as you pulled off your underwear. throwing them off the side of the bed yuki leaned forward as she pushed herself onto choso’s tongue, the warm and wet muscle immediately seeking out her attentive little bud. which drew a gasp from her. yet and still — her hand wrapped around his cock as she helped push his cock into you.

your walls fluttered at the feeling, welcoming him with a sticky coating of your arousal as you took him inch by inch. feeling utterly done for when you felt the head of his cock beginning to push past your most sensitive spot. only to have him nestled right up to your cervix once completely in.

in your process of taking him, it was almost like you had droned out yuki in front of you. until she grabbed at your hands, intertwining your fingers with her own. 

she had begun to look dazed with the way choso’s tongue lapped at her wetness. the sound was nasty and vulgar, causing a knot to form in your lower belly. circling your hips, you could hear choso groan beneath yuki as he began to grip at her thighs.

eventually you worked up the nerve to begin bouncing on his cock. a sheen of your slick wrapping around him as you did so. letting out a dragged-out whine, you looked at yuki in front of you, her hands still holding on to yours as she pulled you into kiss her. the moans falling from you two were like music to choso’s ears. like the lyrics he couldn’t seem to find.

you clench stupidly when your bouncing leads to angling your hips just right. allowing choso’s tip to abuse your sweet spot over and over again. your grip going slack on one of yuki’s hands as you freed yourself to plant a stabilizing hand against choso’s abdomen.

“his tongue is so fucking good, he’s so good.” yuki began to mewl against your lips. her brows furrowing each time choso’s lips latched around her puffy clit, sucking for a split second.

“he feels so good too…” you reply weakly. your search to motivate him had begun to crumble into fucking yourselves silly with the use of your boyfriend’s compliance. the praises you both sung went straight to his head, his mind fuzzing up below the two of you. though it pushed him to lend a helping hand even more.

one of his hands climbed up between yuki’s thighs, fingers finding purpose right up against her entrance. barely hesitating before pushing one finger in, the second finger being pushed into her not long after.

“fuuuck,” yuki almost whined into your mouth as she felt his fingers dragging along her walls — his tongue still working against her cunt. her kisses began to slow when choso worked towards picking up his pace. her breathing becoming ragged and her hand squeezing at your own. “you’re gonna make me cum, keep going cho.” yuki announced as she leaned away from your lips, voice shaky as she held onto every bit of dominance that she could.

as your bouncing continued almost mind numbing sounds of you and your lovers exclamations and skin slapping against skin ensued. a sharp gasp escaped yuki’s lips as her cunt tightened around choso’s fingers, gushing around them due to the fact that he’d started bullying her most sensitive spot. her rushed announcement of her peak mimicked the way choso had sounded not long ago.

her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as she freed her other hand to make herself stable just as you had done. her breathing harsh as she drifted back to her senses.

“you gonna cum for him, baby?” yuki questioned slowly, her blonde bangs shielding her eyes as she leaned forward again. this time dipping lower. “you gonna cum for our pretty boy?”

“yes— yes mommy,” you replied, feeling choso shift under you. his feet were planted into the soft bed below him. careful to secure his footing over the silk sheets as he began fucking up into you. feeling yuki press kisses onto your chest, she continued to do so all the way downwards. stopping only when her face was level with your cunt. watching how choso disappeared into and reappeared.

“taking him so good. poor clit looks lonely though.” yuki almost teased as she pushed herself back to eye level with you. a hand gripping dangerously close at the junction of your thigh. 

“please touch her, ‘wanna make her feel real good.” choso pleaded from under yuki. her spent cunt still hovering over him.

“mmm. he’s such a giver,” yuki smiled as she pushed the pad of her thumb against your clit. rubbing the pleasure spot in heavy, lazy circles. placing loving kisses on your cheeks as choso bounced you up and down. “even when we’re supposed to be helping him, he’s a giver, choso’s such a good boy.”

“yeah, yeah…he’s a good boy,” you spoke with a heavy tongue. shaking a bit as yuki quickened her fingers against you.

“you gonna let him cum in you? come on pretty, give him something to write about.” yuki spoke lowly and persuasively into your ear as you nodded. one more roll of her thumb over your attentive clit and you were pushed over the edge. your stomach tightened then relaxed as it felt like a cord snapped. creaming around choso as he pushed up into you for the final time.

“cum in her, baby. give it to her…” yuki spoke to choso softly as she moved away from him. sitting next to you both, a bit winded as she watched him empty himself into you. praising him as he grunted out, grabbing your hips to keep you upright.

“you should have inspiration for days at this point,” you giggled breathlessly as you calmed down, shuddering as choso pulled out of you. the mixture of the two of you sticky between your legs, dripping from your cunt, and his face glistening with yuki’s slick. both of you supplying him with soft kisses pressed into his lips.

“might’ve been a little too much inspiration,” yuki chuckled as you both took in choso’s reddened face. his hair sticking to his face a bit.

“writing…” he spoke softly, “should be a breeze.”

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Could you write a Gator Tillman x Plus size Reader series or an imagine (upto you) kind of like enemies to lovers

Also you are one my favourite writers and all your fics are so amazing ❤️

A/N: Thank you <3. I love you! I can turn this little thing into a series if people want that :)

Warning: Smut, degrading (brat, whore), dirty talk

Word Count: 1065

“That’s it, you little brat. Take my cock like the whore you are.”, Gator moaned as he rolled his hips roughly on top of you. 

You hated the deputy and everything he represented in your small town but God did you love playing games with him. The first time was at the bar you worked at after you had been robbed. You gave the police all the information but when he came back a few weeks later to tell you they came up empty handed, you cried and smacked him across the face. In return, he bent you over pool table and fucked you till your eyes rolled. 

After that the game was always a bit different but the outcome was the same. A few times, he pulled you over on the side of the road siting a broken taillight before handcuffing you for “resisting” and shoving his cock down your throat. Another time, he showed up on a date you were having and brought you home to tie you to his bed, teasing you all night till he finally allowed you to cum drenching his mattress with your arousal. 

In public you were ruthless with each other, calling each other names and throwing verbal spares till the other one was pissed off enough to retaliate.

Tonight, while he and his friends were at the bar, you challenged him. Gator had said an off the cuff remark about how if someone breaks into your house not to call because “someone needs to put you in your place and humble you!” You had snickered which amped him up enough but your following sentence was the spark that ignited the fire within him. 

“I highly doubt you’re the man to do that. Can barely even protect me let alone fuck me.”

That’s how you ended up in the position you were in currently, waking up in the middle of the night with him pinning your wrist above your head as he fucked you nice and deep. You secretly hoped he would come over, waiting in your room in the thinnest lingerie nightie you could find for hours before giving up and going to bed.

“Fuck. You think I can’t take care of you? Y-you can barely take care of yourself. Do you—mmph—do you know how easy it was to sneak in? Then I find you here in this flimsy nightie, pussy dripping, just begging to be ruined.”

“Gator…”

The officer’s sweaty forehead fell on yours as he groaned against your lips. 

“Fuck, baby. I love hearing you moan my name.”, he whispers, a rough whimper leaving his throat when you moan it again. “Tell me you need me, Y/N.”

“I-I-I need you, Gator. I need you to keep me safe a-and—oh my God—take care of me. No one fucks me like you. Make me cum, honey, please.”

His head promptly shot up at your words as his rhythm slowed making you whine. 

“No one fucks you like me? No one else better be fucking you at all, little girl. You’re mine. This tight little pussy, your sexy curves, this perfect ass…” Gator’s palm comes down hard at the space between your upper thigh and behind causing a little mewl to leave your lips.

Picking up his pace once more, he roughly slammed his hips into yours as his cock aggressively hit that sensitive spot and beyond deep in your cunt. The officer’s head fell to your side and he continued to whisper in your ear as he heavily panted after every other word. 

“Your fucking smile…adorable…adorable laugh…the way your face lights up…when you see me… shit,baby… your sarcasm and quick wit…your beautiful heart…I want them all. Fuck, I’m close. Tell me who you belong to you, Y/N.”

While he spoke, your fingers had tangled in his hair, holding him as close to you as you could as your other hand gripped his ass guiding his movements.

“You. I belong to you, Gator.”

Your legs locked at the ankle around his waist forcing him to stay put as your body trembled and you came. As you he listened to you climax, his own followed as he grunted loudly and pounded his release deep inside you. 

The two of you laid like that trying desperately to catch your breaths for a few minutes before he gently pulled out of you and reached for some tissues by your bed to clean you with. Once he completed his task, he laid on his back with his arm behind his head as he stared at your ceiling. 

“Why the lingerie?”

“Huh?”

“I imagine you don’t usually fall asleep in something like that.” You didn’t answer mostly because you didn’t know how. To be honest, the two of you rarely ever spoke after you played. “If you did that for me, you don’t have to. I think you look sexy as is.”

“How would you know?”

“Jesus.”, Gator chuckles. “Did you hear a word I fucking said? “

“You don’t know me, Tillman.”

“I’d like to, Y/L/N.” Your eyes met his as he continued. “I know you hate me but I’d like to prove to you I’m not the asshole everyone thinks I am.”

“You mean the asshole you pretend to be to make daddy happy?” When he huffs and closes his eyes you immediately feel bad. “Gator, your dad hates me as a person. I doubt he’d let you take me on a date or something.”

“I don’t care. Look, Y/N, you wouldn’t be going on a date with him. You’d be spending time with me and only me.”

“You’re on his police force.”

“Christ, you are so fucking stubborn!”, he growled before softly grinning when he heard your small giggle. 

Rolling on to his side, he reaches out to brush some of your hair behind your ear. 

“Ok.” Gator’s eyes widen excitedly as your smile grows at the sight. “But I swear to God if he comes at me with ‘A woman’s place is…’—“.

The officer’s lips cut you off and you revel in this new feeling of soft kisses instead of passion, anger fueled ones. 

“You can say whatever you want to. Just know, though, that I can keep you safe and take care of you.”

“I know, Gator. I know.”

[alien-magnolia]

His Little Grace

Prince Sidon x Hylian hyperfem! reader

Fic description: As Ganon’s minions infiltrate the Zora Domain, you, a weary, small, gentle traveler, are caught in a rut, on the brink of death, not being able to face creatures corrupted by the calamity on your own. The kind prince of Zora, Sidon, accompanies you, protecting you from the monsters. The two of you eventually are drawn into something more…

Tw: 18+ MINORS DNI, shark anatomy, omegaverse biology, breeding kink, sub-coded/super bottom hyperfeminine reader, SIZE kink, kind of non-canon breath of the wild, protective sidon, damsel in distress trope, rough sex, shark love bites, some sidon x link as well, pls reblog and help a writer out!!

Omegaverse rules:

https://www.wattpad.com/amp/706590591

It was a rainy morning in the Zora Domain, 7 o’clock to be exact. The rain battered alongside the icy pathways, the waves crashed below. The King, Dorephan, sat on his throne, concerned due to the noises heard outside the domain. The King has summoned some of his attendants and soldiers, including Link, the Hylian Champion. The King voiced his concerns to the group, saying that the noises sound like an attack on the kingdom; possibly Vah Ruta and guardians back under Ganon’s control. Link volunteers to go inspect the area outside the domain, in Upland Zorana. Sidon burst through the archway.

Father! What horrible news! I have heard that Ganon is possibly attacking the kingdom again! It is preposterous! Let me know what I can do to protect the kingdom!,” the shark smiles, winking and flexing his bicep, his signature look. “My son. Perhaps you can swim down the river, and see what is in the Lananryu Wetlands, closer to Central Hyrule, near the entrance to our domain,” the King suggests. “Of course,” Sidon agrees, and bids a goodbye to Link, whom he did have relations with. Sidon would never admit due to his pride, that he had a soft spot for Hylians. They were so tiny, so soft. The opposite of him. Link was his best friend, and sometimes lover. Link was a beta, however. Sidon, as an alpha, really yearned for a Hylian that was an omega. He wanted to feel one, experience being with one. As biology said, alphas and omegas were made for each other, regardless of race in Hyrule. Same or interspecies, it did not matter. Yet, Sidon failed to find a female, omega, counterpart to his sweet Link’s beauty.

He waved to Link, telling him to be safe, before watching him use Revali’s Gale to fly up into Upland Zorana. Sidon swam down the river, watching as electric Lizalfos, electric chu-chus, and golden bokoblins prowled around the plains, at the side of the river. “So many monsters…,” he thought to himself, swimming faster, hoping not to run into them. He swam to the bridge at the outskirts of Tabahl Woods. He saw a crowd of Black moblins, shrieking, with Dragonbone weapons, attacking something on the ground. He looked a little closely, barely visible to the monsters. He saw that they were attacking a Hylian. A very small one at that. He growled, jumping onto the bridge, facing the moblins, and took a few of them out swiftly, using his muscles and sharp teeth.

After throwing the last moblin down into the waterfall, Sidon comes closer to inspect the Hylain, to see if they were okay. A sickeningly sweet smell has hit him. He crouched down, taking a closer look. A very small Hylian woman, laying on the bridge, gravely wounded. Her blood, her body, smelled so good to him… could it be? An omega?

He stops his dirty mind from trampling him, and gently picks up the Hylian. Placing her in his arms, he swims up the river as fast as he could, eager to get her into the domain, so she could be properly healed and taken care of.

He reaches the domain, swimming up the waterfall, careful not to drown the woman. “Somebody! Please help! I have found an injured Hylian!!,” he shouts, and at instant, a few other Zora take her away to heal with herbs, in the lower chambers of the kingdom. Sidon meets back with Link, glad that he is okay, giving him a few kisses as well.

“My Link. I think I have found an omega. What should I do?! I am a bit worried!!,” Sidon shouts at him, the little man looking at the shark with a smirk.

“See if the chemistry is right, when she wakes up. If it is, perhaps then you could mate with her, for real, unlike you and I,” Link sheepishly tells him.

“Yes! Link! You are amazing! A genius! An absolute marvel!!,” Sidon shouts at him, giving Link his signature smirk and wink, and hugging him before running off to check on the Hylian he just rescued.

“My dear. Are you okay?,” he leans over the woman, his large shadow covering her small one. She moans in pain, looking up at him. “I think I’m okay now, yes. Who are you?,” her voice was small and shy, quiet. She meekly looked at him with her beautiful green eyes. Sidon blushed, loving how soft her voice was.

“Quickly, young one. Tell me your name.” The woman tells him. “Lily.” “Ah. What a beautiful name that is. I am Sidon, Prince of the Zora. I was making my round down the Zora River, when I saw you being beaten by monsters on Inogo Bridge!!,” he exclaimed, clearly worried for the young woman.

“I should have been more careful,” the woman replied, slightly blushing.

——-

You had been beaten by Moblins, and were about to meet your end, when you feltl a strong presence lift you up, carrying you up the Zora River, up a waterfall. You did not know who that was, yet you were extremely grateful. You awoke to a beautiful Zorana leaning over you. His smile, his voice, his muscles. You loved it.

Best of all, it seemed like he was an alpha. You could tell right away. This is who you had been searching for.

You had been born in a Hylian village off the coast, Luteno Village, full of Betas. The only other Alpha in the village was already mated — to a Beta. They did not have heats, ruts, pheromones. Sometimes, you wished to be one of them. Oh how easier it would be. Omegas were weaker than most, softer. This did not do you any good, especially in the calamity — so many monsters around. What options did you have?

Therefore, you left your small, coastal fishing village in hopes of finding a mate, a lover. You traveled up the Zora River, into Shatterback Point, up mountains, in the rain, in a thunderstorm. The time could have finally come. You were positive that whoever saved you, this ‘Prince Sidon’, was an Alpha. Further, he was royalty.

The size difference between you two was massive. You nervously watched as his clawed hand rested near your body. His palm was the size of your entire arm.

“My dear. Are you alright? You look positively out of it,” the handsome prince spoke to you. You replied that you were, which then coincided with him asking what you were doing in the area.

“Well, you see, Prince Sidon, I came here to find a mate. In Luteno Village, most of the people are Betas — normal. I’m a little helpless on my own, you see, with the calamity and all. I’m not strong enough to fight these monsters. I don’t even think that Omegas and Alphas are common in all of the kingdom of Hyrule…,” you trail off, a bit sad.

The shark grinned back at you, with a knowing yet gentle smile. “My dear. You see, they aren’t that common in the land of Zora either. Alpha and Omega pairs used to be more common before the calamity. All of our Zorai, they are mated pairs, since we usually have very long life spans. Except for me, of course.”

You nod, starting to realize what he was implying. You were sure that he was able to sense the tension between you. You had read, in an old book your grandmother owned, written before the calamity, that just each other’s presence can indicate true love between an Alpha and Omega. You hoped that your late grandmother’s book was right.

“Lily. I want to ask you something, sweet pearl,” Sidon starts. Perhaps, once you feel better, I can show you around the village?,” his yellow eyes look hopeful, bashful, even. A prince, paying attention to you. You were over the moon, and so, you obliged.

—-

Just in a few days, the Zora had healed you. You spent more and more time with the Prince every day, whom you now called Sidon. After a week, Sidon had asked you to accompany him for a nightly swim. The two of you had started doing that ever since you had healed.

You loved how fast he was in the water, how gentle he was with you on his back. Most of all, you loved how big he was. <3

Sidon took you into the lake next to the domain, and up the Veiled Falls. The two of you sat on the luminous stone filled dock, tension between the two of you rising. Sidon tapped his sharp nails upon the dock, nervous on what to say.

“What is it?,” you asked, putting a concerned hand on his shoulder, which made him flinch. “My Pearl. Lily. I have gotten to know you over the past week or so. You are truly amazing! I have never met a Hylian such as yourself before! This is a personal question to ask..yet.. are you possibly looking for something more than safety , here in the Zora Domain?”

You wince, deciding to tell him the truth. “I came here to look for a mate, Sidon. I’m an omega. They aren’t very common after the calamity,” you look down as you say it. Perhaps he has an arranged marriage already.

“My Lily. I am so glad to hear you say that!” He looked enthusiastic suddenly. “You see, I am one of the only other Alphas in this town myself! Everyone else is male or female, just a Beta. You are right, sweet Pearl! How clever you are,” he praises you.

You blush as he compliments you. He moves a bit closer to you. His clawed hand gently holds your head. “You and I, my pearl. I think you’re the most adorable little Hylian I’ve ever seen. The fact that you’re an omega — that is just even more precious and intriguing to me. Be my mate, sweet pearl,” he gently asks of you, yellow eyes full of passion.

You agree, giggling as he brings you in for a kiss. He was gentle with you, although you could feel his sharp teeth grazing your lips. You kiss him back with passion, you feel your lip start to bleed because of his sharp teeth. The two of you are inextricably close now, and his two hands easily grip your hips, almost as long as your whole torso. He gently moves you closer to him, although you can feel his sharp claws pierce your soft tummy.

His smell, his lips, his eyes, all of it was intoxicating. In your grandmother’s book, you have read that those with ‘sexual variance’ (gender classified as omega or alpha — instead of male or female (what Betas had) have greater chances for passionate and intricate sexual and romantic relations. It was biology, after all.

You press your smaller body closer to him, your softness against his rougher skin. You traced your small hands over his torso, his wide shoulders <3 as you could feel him moan into your mouth. He pulls away for a second, manhandling you onto his lap, where you felt a rather big bulge forming already..<3

“You know, sweet one…I have always hoped to find someone with sexual variance… a little omega I could have all for myself, to love, to breed…,” his voice seemed much lower now, you swore you could hear a growl behind it. “Make me yours then,” you softly reply back, gazing into his yellow eyes.

He smirks, and then uses those strong muscles of his to pin you onto the ground. A trail of wet kisses is left all over your face, your neck, your breasts, which he cups so gently, mindful of his claws, your hips. He asks if he can take off your clothes. You nod, and he does so, careful not to rip them with his claws.

“My little grace smells so good for me,” he chuckles darkly. “That’s all you wanted, hmm? A strong alpha to come breed you, claim you…,” he whispers, his sharp teeth grazing your lips. You nod. “Please, Sidon. Want it, please…,” you beg him, doe eyes meeting his.

“You know, my little love…Zora actually have two cocks. I wonder how they’ll fit inside my Pearl…,” he chuckles, bringing you in for another kiss. There you were, caged in his arms, your small hands around his large, bulging biceps, and you can feel him start to grind into you for a bit, before his cocks spring up, all hard, veiny. You almost drool, yet you stop yourself.

You have read in your grandmother’s book that alphas have bigger cocks than betas, than omegas. They have superior strength too…

You stare in awe as the Zora runs his clawed hand over his cocks, over his ball sack, all full and ready to burst!! “Sidon. Please, want it in me,” you beg of him, pathetically reaching up to him like a little girl would to her father.

“I’ll give you anything you ask for, little Pearl. So sweet…,” he moans, and with that, you see him gently line up his two cocks to your already soaking, wet, pussy. You wonder how his sharp teeth would feel on it … <3

“Sidon. I’ve never.. never had this before…,” you tell him shyly. He reassures you with a few kisses. “I will be gentle, little love. You will get used to it, you will want more. Don’t know how long I have been waiting for an omega, all to myself,” his grin showcased his row of sharp teeth, scaring and making you want him more at the same time.

You were ready. He gently began to push his pulsating cocks into you. The stretch hurt, yet since you were wet, you were ready for him. You could take it. He pushed in little by little, and the deeper he went, the more delirious you got. His cocks just stuffed you up so perfectly!! <3

Your eyes met his, your soft hands ran alongside his cheeks, his fins on his head. He has you in a mating press, and you could swear you were seeing doubles from how nicely his cocks filled you. Your eyes began to roll back into your head, as you drift away from the world, and solely focused on the moment: him.

“My sweet Pearl. Doing so well, my love. Taking these big cocks so nicely, can’t wait to breed you, my Pearl, have you carry my heir…,” he moaned out, just as delirious as you were. You were his prey, to be caught, bred, owned by him!! “Please, my prince, Sidon, please!!,” you squealed, eager to agree to everything he was saying, due to how earth shatteringly amazing you felt right now.

“Mate me. Claim me. Please, sir,” you beg him, a moment of clarity in your delirium. He smirks in response, giving you a little (sharp) love bite on your shoulder. “My pleasure, my little love.”

He starts rutting into you, faster, your little body shakes and you have to hold onto him as tightly as you could muster, burying yourself in the crook of his neck. You see stars, with his throbbing cocks inside you, you’ve never felt something be so right. You feel them twitch, and with screams from the both of you, you come at the same time.

You feel his hot seed spill into you, filling you.

You fall asleep in his arms after a bit of cuddling, and he gently takes you back to the Domain, to the palace, into his private chambers. You were his now. His mate, his little grace.

Author's note: Enjoy everyone! Let me know if I should make a part two, or maybe a sidlink fic!! Pls reblog and help a writer out!! <3

[dadrielle]

So I have this theory about ships.

I've spent the last 15 years or so raging against "The Moonlighting Curse" as my own personal nemesis (also known more in fannish parlance as Shipping Bed Death). I find the idea that a couple being together is by its very nature boring super fucking maddening. I think if you can't write people in love and together in an interesting way, it just means you haven't learned how to do that yet. It's very often the cook, not the ingredients, you know?

There are a lot of stories that get characters together badly, though, that can't be disputed. Getting a couple together does scuttle some narratives. And while I do think some of it has to do with the fact that "will they/won't they" has a lot of tropes that can act as crutches for bad writers, and interesting and functional couples require more skill to write because there isn't enough of a similar scaffold to work from...there's another aspect I been thinking about lately. And that's intensity.

See, the reason "will they/won't they" is so juicy is because of the sexual tension, right? That intensifies all the interactions between the two characters, which gets us way more invested. A lot of our fav shit, like rivals to lovers, starcrossed lovers, etc etc etc, it's about creating circumstances that also amp up the tension and therefore the intensity.

When the sexual tension breaks, the first thing writers often do is look for new ways of adding in tension. A very large percentage of the time, that's by creating rifts between the characters in question, or tearing them apart in some way. The problem with that - beyond making the fans/viewer/reader feel jerked around - is that it's usually not intensifying the right thing. By focusing on the tension for its own sake, you can miss intensifying the actual draw, which is the power of the relationship itself. You can actually break your ship by trying to intensify it too hard with tension, especially by having characters lie and cheat on each other and otherwise treat each other terribly. Like sure, sometimes people like to experience characters destroying each other from the inside out! But that's not the draw of ships for a lot of people. Sometimes it's just sad, and not even in a fun way.

But here's the thing! Tension is not the only intensifier that exists. You can, for instance, intensify a relationship in canon by making them absolutely batshit insane about each other. My theory is that what we need more of is ships that get together and become fucking Morticia and Gomez Addams about it. Just doing the absolute MOST all the time in a way that no people in their right mind would do in real life. Just make them absolutely bonkers.

Crank that fucking dial baybeeeee. They are so, so in love and it would be alarming if it weren't so beautiful.

[finniestoncrane]

Kissing as a distraction with ZY,YJ,Arkham,Gotham and telltale Edward (with slight elements of enemies to lovers pls)

PD:You are my personal favorite writer for the green bean

Kissing as a Distraction

Riddler Headcanons PLEASE YOU ARE TOO KIND that means so much to me ;-; ok here are some mean green beans getting smooched and distracted 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mostly fluff, some suggestive stuff, lil bit of daddy kink because i am not well

btas

he's grateful for it, and he doesn't consider it a distraction at all

just a sweet show of affection, not an interruption

he would never think of anything to be more important than you

realistically, to him, everything else is a distraction

because he'd rather spend all of his time focused on you

gotham

it was a nice try, really. admirable, but misguided

and you meant well, you didn't want him to stop infodumping

you just thought he might appreciate a brief intermission

and you certainly would, which is why you kissed him

but he just kept going, talking against you, muffled and adorable

dano

do you think kissing him mid-rant is going to distract him?

really? from the plans he's been working on for so long?

actually... they might. a touch of kindness and softness...

it's enough to make anyone reconsider mass murder

congratulations, you've averted disaster with one smooch

arkham

not that he doesn't appreciate affection now and then, of course

but this was absolutely not the time, so he's pushing you away

and scolding you probably, chewing you out for distracting him

when he was working on something far more important

the slight twitch in his pants suggests he enjoyed it though

young justice

it would definitely distract him, might even do more

like cause him to have a nervous breakdown, or heart palpitations

but he's distracted alright... he's actually not really doing anything

his eyes have glazed over too... and is he breathing?

ok quick throw a glass of water on the poor boy

zero year

it's more likely than not that you would kiss him to shut him up

a distraction from whatever horrible/rambling things he was saying

but it always does the trick, because he's quick to change priorities

if there's anything that can distract him, it's physical contact

he might suggest you amp it up if you really want his attention...

telltale

prepare for a barrage of patronising yet erotic sentiments

"aw, do you need some attention from daddy?"

"how about you come sit on my lap while i work"

"try not to distract me too much and i'll get you a treat later"

mission accomplished i guess, because he can't help himself

[hellbrainrot]

Buckle up this is a long post Im bored so I decided to make predictions on how I think Aemond s3 arc could play out based on Ewan’s interview’s  + Fire&Blood + the show. Ewan is very much a cinephile and as I was writing this analysis and reading his interviews I notice that a lot of the movies that he references have similar arcs to him . 

Since season 1 I feel like ewan gives certain hints about his arc and the direction they’re taking Aemond’s character . This is what he said back in December 2022 before he even got the season 2 scripts—  “That was one of the first things [showrunners] Ryan Condal and Miguel Sapochnik wanted to think about: the legend of The Cyclops in Greek mythology, and how he ultimately traded one of his eyes to Hades in order to see the day he would die,” Mitchell told The Face. “What does that do to a person, to possess that extreme degree of self-certainty? To know the day you’re going to go down, and feel bulletproof to a point. I’m not saying Aemond is a seer, but he’s scary perceptive.” Now after watching season 2 we know that  Aemond is aware  of his fate he knows how he’s going to die.  

From that same article he also says "that "A character like Aemond never really felt that unconditional love from his family". I remember a lot of people where confused because based on Season 1  it seemed like Alicent was the child who she most doted on but I feel like he was saying that more in reference to season 2 where now we see that Alicent's love is not unconditional and was only based on that fact that he was her “dutiful” son. 

Here is another quote from ewan that makes me think he knows more even though he hasn’t got the season 3 scripts  : “Before I embarked on season one, I did sit down with Ryan Condal and he gave me the story beats of Aemond’s complete journey, so to speak - maybe not the beats in-between, just to keep me on my toes, but certainly the key story beats.”

So here are some hints I think he has been giving out that might give us some insight on the direction where they’re taking his character in Season 3.

Now Aemond /Alys is a pairing that I think a lot of people are interested in seeing how it’s going to be portrayed. Here are some insights where I think the writers will go. 

Ewan references the “Heat (1995)” movie a lot and someone noticed that the main character arc in that movie mirrors Aemond where they both have a code where they can up and leave anyone in 30 seconds flat until they end up meeting someone who goes against that code .. here is the article that goes more in depth 

2. In Fire & Blood he unexpectedly returns to Harrenhal to save alys from being Sabitha Fray hostage

I do think they will include this scene in the show since they added in a scene of the Frey's explicitly telling Jace that they want harrenhal.

+ the infamous quote "It was Aemond alone who had become besotted with the Rivers woman, to such an extent that he could not bear the thought of leaving her"

3. I read a post on Twitter the said Alys’s will probably be a sort of weird mother-lover hybrid to Aemond and honestly … I can definitely see that 

I’m basing this on the brothel scene with the madam + ewan constantly bringing up surrogates —He felt despair, so he found a surrogate in Vhagar, so to speak an older lady, and kind of filled that void," he continued. "But is a dragon enough, or is there something else that could maybe help him? He needs help, he's a broken boy." https://www.businessinsider.com/house-of-the-dragon-aemond-nude-scene-ewan-mitchell-mommy-issues-2024-7?amp

+ him referring to alicent as his kyropnite  + the quote “In a way, he’s just a broken boy. He needs to be fixed. Someone’s going to help him” I wonder if this is a wink wink hint ? Either way I’m including it ..

I feel like all these insights is ewan hinting that alys will be his mommy domme ;)

Prediction : I think Aemond 100% is going to be down bad for alys and I do think she is going to end up having some sort of feelings as well. I think , like Daemon, Aemond will go through a somewhat similar experience at this time at Harrenhal .. I don’t think it will be 100% visions I’m with the theory that he is essentially going to work through his psyche with Alys I’m mainly basing this off of the brothel scenes though .. it seems like the show is trying to frame Aemond as someone who is CAPABLE of expressing his feelings he just needs a strict controlled environment to be able to do so .. and by this I mean a space where he can be nutured and cuddled like a baby? hopefully no redundant vision storyline 

Moving on …..

Ewan in another article mentioned that he saw a reporter with a “Rutger Hauer T shirt on from Blade Runner and might use it as inspiration going into season 3 https://www.polygon.com/24214846/house-dragon-ewan-mitchell-interview-season-2-finale (This is so specfic though I can't help but to think that he really didn't see anyone and was just giving a hint to the fans lol)

In Blade Runner there is a character named Roy Batty who’s known for his ruthlessness and is a cold driven leader with violent tendencies, sounds familiar ? Roy’s character theme is centered around humanity and morality —“Batty is prone to emotional outbursts due to his close-to-end lifespan. He is seen going through all phases of grief before reaching acceptance.” as Roy moves closer and closer to his inevitable end , he begins to experience a range of emotions from love and sorrow to anger and ultimately acceptance of his own morality .

In Roy’s this monologue he says "All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain." Here, Roy is reflecting on his violent actions, realizing that everything he has experienced will ultimately fade away and be forgotten.

Prediction: I believe Aemond's story is likely to reach the same tragic conclusion, mirroring the end described in both the book and the show, where Helaena says, 'You were swallowed along the God's Eye, never to be seen again.'. This could shape his end, Aemond’s conviction in committing the 'necessary evil' of burning his brother resulted in all of his relationships with his family being fracturered. His warped view of duty and acting on his own personal ambitions lead to this. In the end, he will probably realize that all of it was meaningless and that he won’t be remembered as a 'war hero in the history books, but rather a cursed kinslayer.

In both of these movies both characters Neil from Heat (1995) and Ray from Blade Runner continue to resist or try to fight their fate up until the very end — I feel like this is much in line with how Aemond will be framed in the show , we have Daemon who based on season 2 has somewhat accepted  his fate i think it makes sense that Aemond throughout season 3 will try to resist it until eventually he comes to terms with it … in a bittersweet kind of way 

Finally to wrap this up here’s what I am expecting (hoping to see) from aemonds character arc 

Him completely disregarding duty  

Him being more emotional and erratic 

Him coming to terms with his misdeeds

Him burning shit 

[fiercynn]

palestinian poets: george abraham

george abraham (they/he/هو) is a palestinian american poet, performance arist, and writer who was born and raised on unceded timucuan lands (jacksonville, FL). their debut poetry collection birthright (button poetry) won the arab american book award and the big other book award, and was a lambda literary award finalist. he is also the author of the chapbooks al youm and the specimen's apology. their collaborations include co-editing a palestinian poetry anthology with noor hindi (haymarket books, 2025), and a performance art project titled EVE with fargo nissim tbakhi. 

they are a recipient of fellowships from kundiman, the arab american national museum, the boston foundation, the national performance network, and the MAP fund, and more. their writing has appeared in poetry magazine, the nation, the american poetry review, guernica, the baffler, the paris review, mizna, and many other journals and anthologies. a graduate of swarthmore college and harvard university, they have taught at emerson college, and are currently a litowitz MFA+MA candidate in poetry at northwestern university. he is also currently executive editor of the whiting award-winning journal mizna.

you can follow them on twitter @IntifadaBatata.

IF YOU READ JUST ONE POEM BY GEORGE ABRAHAM, MAKE IT THIS ONE

OTHER POEMS ONLINE THAT I LOVE BY GEORGE ABRAHAM

Field Notes on Terror & Beginnings at poetry daily

Love Letter to the Eve of the End of the World at the margins

Of Nation, at rusted radishes: beirut literary and art journal

Searching for a Palestinian After at the nation

Stage Directions for a Representation in which Eve and Adam travel through their first checkpoint at mosaic theatre company

the ghosts of the dead sea are rising at the drift

ars poetica in which every pronoun is FREE PALESTINE at the margins

“from UNIVERSAL THEORY IN WHICH EVERY FAILED ATTEMPT AT LOVE IS A SOULMATE FROM AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE” at fiyah literary magazine

Ode to My Swollen, Mono-Infected Spleen at brooklyn poets

The Olive Tree Speaks of Deforestation to my body at crabfat magazine

arab/queer vs. Imaginary at shade literary arts

self-portrait with second-degree sunburn at

[ summer / winter ] is the worst time to lose a [ country / lover ] at wildness

maqam of moonlight, for the wandering at the rumpus

against perturbation at the scores

apology, at cordite poetry review

i also adore this 2021 essay of abraham's at guernica magazine called teaching poetry in the palestinian apocalypse: towards a collective, lyric "i".

[itsawritblr]

I am SO fucking sick of "shock" endings.

SPOILERS for the British version of "Professor T," Season 3.

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So. I've been only moderately interested in the crime drama Professor T. I only watched it because Ben Miller plays the titular character, and I loved him in Death in Paradise. So far I haven't really enjoyed the series, because it's yet another attempt to amp up the quirkiness factor of the main character in a detective series in a not very likeable way. He's Monk, really, but with plastic gloves.

Anyway I tuned in to the Season finale just because I was cynically curious how they would end the season. I was already pissed about what they'd done with his ex-lover, DCI Christina Brand, who allowed the already fucked up professor to go to jail rather than reveal the truth which would have cost her her job. After he'd been there for a while and was on trial for attempted murder she finally confessed and quit. Asshole.

I was stupid enough to allow the finale to raise my hopes. Jasper learns the truth about his father's death, reconciles with his mother enough to peel off his ever-present gloves, and to cry and feel happy. Meanwhile, DS Dan Winters proposes to DS Lisa Donckers and she accepts. Huzzah! Happy endings all round!

But this is British TV. They don't do happy endings. (Looks like this story arc was part of the original Belgian series. If so, fuck you Belgium.)

In a nutshell, this happens to DS Lisa Donckers.

So she's run over and dies slowly, and Jasper arrives just in time to witness his protege's dying gasps, and is so traumatized he puts his gloves back on, signalling that he is again separating himself from the world. And of course she hears her fiance's voice calling for her on the phone as she dies from being crushed by a car. And of course DS Winters arrives too late and there's the woman he'd asked to be his wife dead in the road.

Are we having fun yet?

The writers wanted the audience all happy for Jasper and looking forward to his full recovery from a terrible childhood, but oopsy do, they were just jerking us around. Fuck you and your Happy Ending, we can't have Healed Jasper because the series can only exist with an emotionally crippled, psychologically screwed up main character. We'll add new characters next season, but don't get too attached, because we may kill them off as well just to keep you on your toes.

Maybe some people like to play "Who Dies This Season?" I don't. I don't like books, movies, or TV series that mistake emotional manipulation for good storytelling.

I miss Ben Miller as Richard Poole in Death in Paradise . . . Oh. Wait. They killed him off, too. They didn't have to kill him. They could have just had him return to London, to his roast beef, perfect tea, and the snug in his local. But nooooo. It's funner if the character the audience luvs diiiieeeess.

[hidden-poet]

I LOVE COMMANDER SNOW 😭😭😭😭

I can't wait for new updates💖💖💖 your brain works brilliantly darling

Ik it's wrong but I can't stop the lover girl in me. Do you think, with time, she will start to like him back too? Ignoring his red flags(his whole being), he's trying ok😔😔😔

Thank you so much! I'll try and amp things up a bit in the next chapter.

Girl, i totally get being in love with commander snow (me too) but i hate reading a story and within two seconds the reader is head over heals in love and they just forget the whole capital/ district thing.

She will definitely lust for him. Love him on the other hand? Girl, he has killed people from your community, and threatened you. Just WAIT until you see what he does now that he is hurt. If i don't have you grasping at your pearls, I have failed as a writer.

Love is out of the question.

Side note; Lucy-grey never loved coriolanus and Coriolanus never loved lucy-grey in Ballard of songbirds.

[ltleflrt]

i don't think it's "soap opera" shit we got to be worried about. it's "comic book" shit. the stuff comic book writers (and, by extension, tv writers) come up with is often faaaar worse than soap opera. ("worse" being subjective, tho i guess.) how are we gonna square this hole? time travel? magic? amnesia? #alloftheabove!

I watched soap operas in the 80s and 90s. It's not that they pull cracky shit, it's that they have to amp up the interpersonal drama to 11. Lovers to siblings is that kind of bullshit. I. Hate. It. Instant Nope Trope.

[graemepark]

LOUDER THAN WORDS/MANCHESTER

I’ll be taking part in the Club Culture Panel at the Louder Than Words Festival in Manchester on Friday 15th November.

For the last decade or more, Louder Than Words has prided itself on its determination to cover all corners of popular music. And that includes electronic dance music culture, with the club scene handled by the annual club culture panel, a valued part of each and every festival.

And like a DJ’s perfectly cued mix, that leads us into the 2024 panel, chaired as always by Louder’s Dr Simon A. Morrison. Simon spent his (younger) life on dancefloors around the world, from running Ministry of Sound’s Ibiza magazine for two summers to penning columns for DJ magazine including ‘Around the World in 80 Clubs’. His next book, Transatlantic Drift: The Ebb and Flow of Global Dance Culture, will be published by Reaktion in 2025.

His experiences have taken Dr Disco to clubs everywhere from Moscow to Marrakech, Brazil to Beijing… but where are we at with club culture in 2024? There was a time, after the explosions of the rave scene in the late 80s, that music lovers seemed determined to swap their amps and guitars for decks and samplers. But now – and notably with the huge impact of the Oasis reunion, and the one-person economy that is Taylor Swift – that bands and singers seems to have returned to the forefront of popular culture.

So where are people going at the weekend? Joining Simon for this annual medical for the club scene is a range of scene insiders. These include Matthew Collin, acclaimed electronic music writer, with his latest book Dream Machines: Electronic Music in Britain From Doctor Who to Acid House published this year. We'll have plenty to say on the current role of electronic instruments in the construction of contemporary popular music and more!

More panellists will be announced in due course but this is already shaping up to be a lively conversation, seeing Louder ’24 through from its opening statements to the Innside’s bar and dancefloor… all the way through Friday night and into the weekend.

[spacelesbin]

Friends, hoes, lovers, writers,,,,

Please, I am begging. How do y'all get amped to rewrite your projects? I'm on draft four of this story and genuinely it's the best it's ever ever been. 10/10 this is how the story needs to be told. It's thrilling! It's exciting! And I'm still dragging my feet and struggling to find motivation to actually write. What do y'all do?

[noisynutcrusade]

20 Aesthetic Room Ideas to Amp Up Your Design in 2023

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[nutfreenerd]

The best books I read in 2020

The best books I read in 2020

I thought making this list would be easy. Yet this year has gone by so quickly in hindsight (and so, so slowly in the moment) that somehow I forgot just how many fantastic books I read this year. In the midst of everything that became 2020, I managed to read 70 books, several of which have stuck with me through these chaotic, messy months. Here, in the order that I read them, are my favorites of…