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âWhat happened? Whoâs hurt?â
âNo one! Isnât that a nice change?â Harry asks.
Ron hums. âI think this counts as you being hurt, Harry.â
âIâm not bleeding, no it doesnât,â he says. McGonagallâs eyes narrow. âThatâs not the point. About the door in the ministry that youâre having Order members guard?â
âMr. Potter!â she begins, glaring. âHow do you even-â
âVoldemort sent Nagini to kill whoever was guarding it so she could get past, but donât worry, I helped stop it and now weâre all friends.â He pauses. âExcept Voldemort, weâre not friends with him. Obviously.â
Ron snorts. McGonagall seems lost for words, which is always fun for him, personally.
Thereâs a pop, and Dobby is next to them. âDumbledore is wanting to be seeing you, and Mister Harry Potter,â he says, and then he blinks, seeing them and lighting up. âMister Harry! And Mister Ron. Your father is being here,â he says.
Oh, well thatâs convenient. âCan you go get the other Weasleys?â he asks Dobby.
âDonât do that,â McGonagall says. âWe donât need to cause a ruckus.â
Dobbyâs ears droop, and Harryâs about to tell him itâs fine when he stands tall and says to McGonagall, âDobby is a free elf,â and disappears with a pop.
âAre you trying to make me go gray?â McGonagall asks, but now she has on the face she makes when sheâs trying not to laugh, so he doesnât feel too bad.
âThe twins are,â Ron tells her, âwe just do it on accident.â
âI canât imagine what you would think up if you were trying to do it on purpose,â she mutters. âAlright, everyone to the headmasterâs office. Iâm sure your sister and brothers will be along shortly.â She looks at Harry. âCan you walk, Mr. Potter?â
âSure,â he says, âabsolutely, Iâve been walking for years.â
survival is a talent by @shanastoryteller
#aka my latest obsession#I donât even usually read long fics but I finished it so fast#or finished it up to the latest update#harry potter#drarry#hp#draco malfoy#harry x draco#hogwarts#go read it right now#right now!!
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i didnt watch any trigun 98 today bc i decided i wanted to watch more tokyo mew mew. ive been slooooooooooooooooooooooooowly making my way thru on my rewatch. bit by bit. when i feel like. im at ep 18 rn. i just wanted smth i felt like i could look away from while i trimmed my nails lol
also i was supposd to get my new phone today but Turns Out it's gonna b tomorrow. which is Fine i guess. it means i wont have to go to work tomorrow without a phone case. but i want it................NOW.....
#speculation nation#i was super obsessed with tmm in 8th grade. like that was my main interest.#and ive been rewatching it over 10 years later for nostalgia#i can definitely tell it's a children's anime. aka why im watching it so fucking slowly lmao#just whenever im in the mood for it. it's just nice to remember.#ive been going slow in my latest trigun rewatch too. tho not as slow. just kinda taking it an episode at a time#posting screenshots of Funny Moments or whatever. since ppl seem to enjoy seeing those#didnt wanna do that today bc i didnt wanna have to watch that closely. to find things worth screenshotting#bc i had to de-claw myself. aka trim my nails. It Happens
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Roughing It // JS x BB x Reader
Summary: Jake Seresin begged you, his best friend to go camping with him and Bradley Bradshawâbut not for the innocent reasons you might think. A simple camping trip turns into something much more unholy. Callsignâ Giggles
Warnings: Jake Seresin x F!Reader. Bradley Bradshaw x F!Reader. Unprotected sex. Male receiving oral. Choking. MxMxF Threesome. Creampie. Obvious power dynamics.
Word Count: 5.7k
Author Note: Happy SundayâAKA, the Lords day. This is Roughing Itâs 3rd rewrite & by far my favourite re-write & fandom. Enjoy Sluts.
In the quiet of the warm afternoon light that cascaded across Jake Seresin's living roomâyou found a spot in the warm orange hume to curl up on the lounge. You settled on your comfort movieâTopGun, Maverick. Your clammy hand caressed the TV remote as you pressed play, the opening sequence still and always would send chills through your body as you watched the carrier out to sea appear on the large crisp screen like youâd watched a million times before and would probably watch a million times more.Â
âHighâ way to the danger zoneââ You mumbled along as you settled in a little deeper, trying to will the inappropriate thoughts away. To say you were nervous was an understatement, neither you and Jake or you and Bradley had spoken about the events that had transpired a week ago and either of the two men who youâd had some of the roughest sex of your life with, no pun intended, had looked at you the same since.Â
âJust come over and hang out, Gigs?â You could hear Jake's voice in your head as you sat and tried to focus on the movie playing in front of you. âYouâve been avoiding me like the damn plague.âÂ
There was a reason for thatâ
You couldnât tell if Jake and Bradley were looking at you in disgust and regret at the thought of what the three of you had done or if they were just looking for an opportunity to have their way with you again. From fleeting glances in the halls or eyes that burned into the back of your head in the change rooms. Either way, it made you crave the two naval aviators more than you cared to admit.Â
It all happened so fast, you couldnât remember exactly how it started but the one thing you knew for sure was that Jake was the one who imitated it. Heâd been thinking about it for a hell of a long time before he put his plan into action too.Â
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âFor crying out loud Giggles! you complain more than Bradshaw does.â Jake huffed as he stood and turned away from where the two of you had been sitting on the camp log. âMy god youâre driving me insane!â He groaned out as you turned your head to follow his trajectory. You could physically hear the frustration laced in Jake's tone of voice. âJust cut it out for like five minutes will ya?â Jake tried to level with you the best he could as he went around and grabbed a stray stick, he poked at the fire with it as he watched the bright orange embers fly into the night sky. You scoffed, cleaning the bowls from the delightful dinner of canned chicken soup and roasted vegetables.Â
âBite my fucking ass, Seresin, maybe if you didnât try to feed me cold inedible canned soup for dinner I wouldnât be in such a pissy mood!â Jake Seresin had proven himself time and time againâhe was a shocking cook. âYou barely even followed the instructions! How hard is it to heat up a can of soup!âÂ
âYou havenât stopped the entire day!â Jake felt his emotions running rampant after an exhausting day or setting up for the trip the three of you had been planning for weeks. You, Jake and Bradley had all aligned your work commitments to spend a few days in the wilderness together, off the grid, no phones and away from prying eyes. It was a much needed break from the worldâthe navy, F-18âs, commitments and Fanboys latest obsession with the new star wars movie.Â
Pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, Jake couldnât help but to raise his voice at you, he poked and prodded with the fire for a few moments more before he let his inhibitions get the better of him. Before Jake really knew what he was doing, his feet were taking him on a mission of their own, marching him over to where you were washing the used pots and pans outÂ
âIâve got a headache from your incessant complaining.â Seething, Jake towered over you from behind. His muscular build that rivals Adonis himself blocked the soft light of the moon. Watching as you shrugged him off with a simple eye rollâJake didn't take well to being shrugged off so nonchalantly like your attitude wasn't a massive pain in his arse. Heâd known you for the better half of ten years and youâd always been on his âfuck itâ list.Â
âThen fucking leave me alone then!? God, itâs like you didnât beg me to come with you guys even though you damn well know I hate everything associated with camping.â You let Jake have it as you placed the dirty pot you were working on into the soaping lukewarm later before you turned to face Jake completely. âYou have a problem with my complaining, but you complaining about my complaining is worse than any complaining I've done.â Jake scoffed as you pushed your index finger into his chestâ the action alone made him bite his tongue. He was as hard as a rock and felt like he could snap at any second. He wanted you, so bad. He needed to feel you.Â
âCome on Hangman, just let me get this shit done and we can go to bed.â You tried to soften the mood, you could see very clearly in Jake's emerald green eyes that he was ready to fight. His chest was puffed, his feet were firm and his jar was sharpâclenched tight to keep himself from speaking thoughts he only ever thought about when he was alone and jerking himself off into existence. âGo to bedâI'll be right behind you.â You smiled softly before you patted Jake's chest three times with a gently open palm before you turned back to where you had been working away at the dishes. âYou know, youâre kinda acting like you want me to bitch and moan your ear off? You shoulââ Before you could finish your sentence, Jake's large and slightly calloused hand wrapped around your jaw. He covered your mouth as he pressed his chest against your back and held you securely against him by bringing his other arm around your waist. breathing heavily through your nose your eyes widened when you felt Jakes hard on press against the small of your back, you couldnât process what was happening fast enough.Â
Jake had seen his opportunity and taken it. The two of you had always had sexual tension but you refused to do anything about it for the sake of your own image. He was a great friend, a questionable wingman at times, but Jake Seresin had never been a guy on your roster. Until now when your sexual tension reached new peaks and Jake finally cracked under the pressure.Â
All it took was an off grid camping tripÂ
âMaybe I needed an excuse to finally fuck that pretty mouth of yours.â Jake groaned as he felt you shudder under his touch. âI always find myself jerking off to the thought of your lips around me.â His warm breath fanned across the supple skin of your neck before he softly pressed his lips to the juncture of your neckâleaving a gentle kiss against your collarbone that sent instant goosebumps over you like a shock tsunami. âThe thought of what your lips would feel like wrapped around me Gigs really makes me question my sanity.â A soft whimper escaped your mouth and vibrated against the palm of Jake's hand. âBut you already know that, you always have, haven't you?âÂ
âHey Guys?â Bradley called out from inside the tent to where he knew you and Jake were. All Jake did was press himself further into your back and hold his hand against your mouth a little tighter, willing you to keep quiet as he responded to Rooster.
âWhat's up Bradshaw, I thought you went to bed ages ago?âÂ
âWell I tried but your bickering back and forth was kinda hard to ignoreââ Neither you nor Jake could contest that statement. âJust try not to kill each other out there, please? And shut the fuck up!âÂ
âWeâre good, aren't we Y/n?â Jake replied as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from your mouth. This was your chance to tell Jake to rack off. This was your chance to tell him you didn't want any of this, that heâd read you wrong and it had all been innocent fun. But he hadnât read you wrong, you wanted Jake just as badly as he wanted him. You were just too afraid to admit it.Â
âYeah, weâre good.â You added to Jake's surprise. It was all the confirmation he needed. âNight Rooster!â It didn't take long for Jake to spring into action, he was desperate and needed to get you out of his system before you had a chance to fully infect his entire being. If the two of you fucked and got it out of your system, then he could still walk away unscathed. There were feelings bubbling under the surface but Jake Seresin didn't do feelings.Â
âWhyâd you bring me out here?â You asked as you turned around to face Jake. âYou couldâve just asked me to suck you off in the comfort of your own bed?â There wasnt an awful lot of space left between the two of you as you stood shrouded in the soft glow of the moonlight. You made your move and wrapped your arms up and around Jake's shoulders, he followed suit and mirrored your actions by closing the gap, your lips now ghosted his as Jake smiled against you. âI'm sure if you had asked me to, I would have played into your dirty little fantasies.â You could feel Jake trying to kiss you, but much to his display and desperate attempts to feel your lips on his you kept your playful smirk smeared across your face and pulled further away. âI can assure you that whatever fantasy you've concocted that gets you off at night, the real things ten times better.âÂ
âJustâ Jake paused, his hands gripped at your waist to pull you flush against him. He couldn't risk you getting away from him. Not now. âJust didnât wanna risk the neighbours putting in a noise complaint.â Giggling, you made the move to connect your lips against Jakeâs. A heated, passion filled kiss had you both gripping at different parts of each otherâs bodies as you walked back closer towards the tent, specifically the fallen tree in front of it.
You pushed Jake down by guiding him with a gentle hand on his shoulderâthere was not a single part of his being that objected to your dominance. He felt his dick twitch inside his sweats at the action. You stood before him for a second with a wicked smirk across your face. Jake knew you were into this just as much as he was.Â
âAre you just gonna stand there Giggles or are you gonna get to work?â Jake teased you as he trailed a hand up between your legs. âI'm dying here.â You waisted not a second longer as you dropped gracefully to your knees before him. You played with the elastic of Jake's sweats as he helped you wiggled them down his toned and oh so muscular legsâpulling them down towards his ankles until there was nowhere left for them to go except discharged and forgotten about. With a slight chuckle, you gripped his hardened length in your right hand, barely moving your palm up and down his shaft just to watch him swim under your warm touch.Â
âFuckââ Jake sighed in relief as you slowly moved your palm. It was barely nothing, the pad of your thumb swiped across his leaking tip to collect some of his pre cum. The essence of Sersin. âFucking christââ Â
âGoing commando, something you do regularly, Hungman?â You made sure to tease the man putty in your hands before taking his tip in your mouth, you rolled your tongue gently over his flushed tip. Pink and bright and oh so sensitive. The colour of his lips. Sensitive and begging for your unconditional attention.Â
âNah, just somethinâ--â Jake couldn't think straight, he couldnât formulate a full sentence as you worked your hand over him, jerking him off slowly but perfectly. âOh my godââ Jake moaned, too caught up in the pleasure you were giving him as you took him deeper down your throat, inch by inch, so far down your tiny throat, his manscaped pubic hair tickled the tip of your nose. âGifsâfuckinâ Christ, where did you learn how to do that?â His voice was raspy and heavy as he tried to control his breathing. His hand made a makeshift ponytail with your hair as you bobbed up and down, gagging softly around Jake's cock as it twitched and leaked pre-cum onto your tongue. With your watery eyes, so lust filled and dowy peering up at him, Jake thought for sure heâd entered the gates of heaven.Â
âSounds like someoneâs a little bit jealous of those who got to cum before you Seresin.â You took Jake's saliva coated cock from your mouth and pumped him with your hand, he watched through hooded eyes as you took both his balls in your mouth softly as you began to glide your tongue gently over the sensitive skin. âTaste so good JakeââÂ
âFuckââ This was everything Jake Seresin had fantasised about. âYessâY/n, oh my god.'' Jake wasnât being discreet at all, his moans filled the campground and echoed off the mountains as you jerked his thick throbbing cock and sucked so delicately on his balls. In hindsight, it wasnât the smartest idea to give Jake head right in front of the tent you both planned on sharing with Bradley Bradshaw. It was needless to sayâyouâd fucked up.Â
As you went back to take Jake entire cock down your throat, you closed your eyes as they watered. Never stopping for a moment to see the familiar silhouette of Bradley standing just behind Jake, watching on as his best friend gave some of the sloppiest head to his other best friend heâd ever seen. He didnât know how to truly feel about the sight unfolding before him, but Rooster surely felt the strain of his sweats becoming a little more noticeable with every passing second.Â
The second Jake saw Bradley, he tried shooing him off, mouthing a soft âfuck offâ as he tried to hold his orgasm back. He looked sucked out as all hell and youâd only given him head. He didnât think he was prepared for how youâd feel fluttering around his length.Â
âUhh! Fuck Giggles, keep doinâ that and Iâm going to cum down that pretty fucking throat of yours.â Jake confessed, his hand helped to guide your head down his shaft as you gagged and hummed around him. Bradleyâs eyes widened as he made himself scarce, shocked at the sight he just saw. He couldnât see you like that, he wasnât Jake. He couldnât take advantage of you. He couldnât ruin you like heâd always wanted to.Â
âThatâs the point Jake, donât hold back, flood my throat.â You looked up through your lashes, looked up to see Jake's flushed face as his mouth fell open into an O shape, his eyes trained on you as you went back to furiously sucking his cock, hard and fast. Your other hand continued fondling his balls, squeezing them slightly as his orgasm approached.Â
âFuck! Shit, ahhh- Y/n mâcumming, fuck, fuck ohhhhâ!â Jake's orgasm washed over him. He could feel the pool at the base of his shaft beginning to overflow, ready to explode. When he did he shot deep down your throat in hot spirits as his cock twitched in your mouth. Jake's entire body stilled as he fell victim to his orgasm, the intense wave of pleasure took over his entire being as he let out a prolonged moan. All consuming.Â
âHoly fuck.â Jake sighed heavily as he tried to catch his breath after coming down from his high. He watched as you swallowed his entire load, licking the tip of his swollen length, making sure nothing was left behind, that nothing was wasted.
âDid that live up to all those naughty thoughts?â You questioned as you sat back on your heels, watching as Jake pulled his sweatpants back up his toned legsâmissing the sight of him the second he was covered.Â
âOhâ Jake exclaimed, a smile appeared wide and wild on his crimson flushed face as his free hand worked to push back his slightly damp hair. âThat exceeded everything I ever thought it would be like.â You nodded, proud of your efforts as you rose to your feet, standing between Jake's legs as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His hands immediately helped your hips still so you couldnât move.Â
He wasnât done with you yet.Â
âHope it doesnât change anything between us?â You asked softly, leaning over to plant your lips against his, the slight taste of his cum still evident and present on your swollen lips. Tasting himself for the first time, Jake didnât quite mind. It made his heart pump with lust and adrenaline as anticipation for what was to come lingered in the air.Â
âThat wonât change anything.â He whispered into your open mouth, his forehead rested against yours as you maneuvered yourself down to straddle his waist. âBut once I watch you suck Rooster off while I fuck that tight cunt I know youâve got, might be a different story.â Before you could answer, you heard what sounded like Bradleys metal water bottle falling to the ground from inside the tent.
âWhat!?â Bradley shouted as you did the same, only softer yet just as confused. Jake didnât just say thatâdid he?Â
âCâmon Gigs,â Jake smirked as he placed some of your freely flowing hair behind your ear. âBradley saw what you just did and I know he has the same twisted thoughts as me, sânot fair now is it?â
You didnât respond right away as Jake moved your jumper to the side and kissed at your collarboneâthe moonlight danced across his tones shoulders as you mulled over his proposal. To be completely objectifying, Bradley Bradshaw was incredibly attractive. You couldnât deny youâd thought about him from time to time when you found yourself alone and in need of a release. You just thought it was completely out of the realm of possibility.Â
Turns out with Jake's help, it wasnât.Â
âI guess not.â You answered meekly before kissing Jake once more, your tongue dancing with his gracefully, like you were searching for his soul and he yours. Jake waisted not a second more as he picked you up and had you straddle his waist. He walked you over to the small two-man that was inevitably going to be a three man tent and dropped you to your feet at the door.Â
âBradshaw, you have a total of five seconds to open this door before I change my mind on sharing.â As Jake spoke through the tent door, you began taking your jumper off, exposing your bare chest to him, his jaw hanging open when he noticed your perky tits. Kissed by the chill of the cool night.Â
âOh fuck.â His voice was unrecognisably low and full of lust. âMaybe I shouldnât be so keen on sharing you.â His hand came out to grip your right nipple between his index finger and thumb as Bradley opened the door, already naked and hard as ever. A slight wince left your lips from the sudden pinch Jake gave your nipple as he rolled it between the pads of his index finger and thumb.Â
âI uhââ Bradley stuttered, rubbed at the back of his head like a school boy whoâd been caught writing crude and inappropriate comments on his desk. âI was already jerking off after I saw you take Jake balls deep in your throat.â Bradleys cock twitched against his lower abdomen as he sat back awkwardly. Heâd only reached up to unzip the tent door.Â
Jake pulled hard against your nipple, making you walk closer to him before shoving you gently into the tent, a sinful smile grew upon your face as Bradley lost his positioning and fell back, welcoming you into the tiny room as he reached out to stop you from falling on top of his. He looked all kinds of nervous, worried even.Â
âSâokay Rooster.â You cooed innocently enough for him to let his guard down slightly. âI promise I won't bite unless you want me to.â You teased, dropping to your knees before him while Bradley worked quickly to lay down on his back, hands resting behind his head.Â
âI can't believe weâre fucking doing this? This is crazy we shouldnât I mean, câmon Jake it's Y/n for fuck sake, sheâs our besââ Bradley couldnt finish his sentence, the second your lips were taking the tip of his throbbing length inside your warm mouth he lost all sense of insecurity about the situation. Nothing else mattered expert for your excerpt touch. The sensation of euphoria you bought him. âOh holy shitâ Your hand wrapped tightly around the base of this shaft as your tongue ran up the thick vein that ran up his entire shaft. Your lips felt heavenly around his sensitive and exposed, pre-cum covered tip and before Rooster could even wrap his mind around what it truly was extracurricular activities he was about to engage inâyou had sunk lower and lower, taking every inch of his thick cock in your mouth.Â
Without hesitation.Â
Bradley tip was slightly darker than Jakes, you didnât need much time at all for your throat to adjust to the foreign object making its presence known in the back of your throat over and over again due to you just having just finished sucking the life from Jake. You were prepped and ready to be whatever they needed you to be under the stars and away from the hullabaloo of Miramar. Tonight you weren't Lieutenant Y/n Giggles Y/L/Nâyou were Hangman and Roosters little fuck toy.Â
You got to work in no time, gagging and roughly sucking up and down Bradleyâs entire shaft, watching through hooded eyes as Bradley moaned and groaned uncontrollably from the pleasure he was receiving. You were between his legs as he reached out for your head, guiding you down his length. You felt Jake's hands come to the waistband of your sweatpants, he pulled them down as your mouth continued to bob up and down on Bradleyâs cock.Â
âHuh?'' Jake scoffed as he bit hard on his bottom lip. âGoing commando, something you do regularly, Giggles?â He teased as his large slightly calloused hands slid up and over your peachy ass as it stuck up in the air, ready for his length to slide in your drenched cunt. Smiling around Bradleyâs cock you gaged slightly. Pumping Bradleyâs shaft with your hand as you went to answer Jake. You could very much feel his tip gliding over your dripping lips from behind. You were ready and oh so needy for him to fill your needy little pussy.Â
âNah, just somethingââ You began to mimic what Hangman had told you before, but you didn't have enough time to give him attitude before you felt Jake push himself between your slick folds. He trusted his thick cock inside you, slowly, he stretched your tight pussy out so much so it almost stung. But it felt good, oh so fucking good. âAhhh fuck!â You cried around Bradleyâs cock now balls deep down your throat. It was a position you never thought youâd find yourself in. Sucking Bradleyâs cock while Jake took you from behind, taking both your best friends at the same time.
âYou like this Y/n? like how we both fuck you?â Jake asked as he bottomed out inside your tight cunt, he could feel you clench around the bottom of his cock, tip pressed against your cervix. Bradley roughly pulled you up by your hair, watching as spit trailed from your bottom lip to his swollen tip. With a needy gasp, you looked up at him wickedly, begging him to use you just with a lustful look.Â
âAnswer the question Y/n, do you like the way we both fuck you?â Bradleyâs voice had turned into a low deep growl, his eyes had darkened from the dust brown you were familiar with to a near black mirage, full of lust unlike moments ago when he almost backed outâunsure of the decision he made to fuck his best friend. As Jake's hands gripped your hips and began to thrust faster in and out of you, you moaned in response.Â
âUh huh, l love the way you both feel ohhâgod Jake youâre so big, fuck meââ Hearing you moan how big his cock was sent Jake into the stratasphere with his ego in toe, with your encouragement he began to fuck you harder, with more force. Bradley forced your head back down onto his cock, both his hands guiding your head up and down using your hair. Like you were his personal flesh light.Â
âYou werenât fucking wrong man, her mouths so damn good.â Bradleyâs hips beginning to lift off the ground as he fucked your mouth. Stopping every few minutes to pull you off him just so he could look at how pretty your fucked face looked. Your tears were so beautiful, all because of him.Â
âWait till you feel her tight cunt, fuck so tight its almost hard to move.â Jake was relentlessly pounding into you, the sound of his balls smacking against the curve of your ass could be heard in the silence that lingered between grunts and unapologetically loud moans of pure ecstasy.Â
âJake! Please, I'm gonna cum!â You cried, the coil within your core had begun to tighten every time Jakes tip pressed against your cervix. Bradley sat up, his hand came flying to your mouth as he shoved three of his digits inside your mouth, opening your jaw wide before leaning in close to you.
âThatâs it Y/n, cum around Hangmanâs cock so I can fuck you harder, fuck you till you black out, fuck you till your begging for me to stop.â Bradleys words had you nearly ascending as he coaxed you towards your high with just his words. âI wanna feel how tight your cunt is.â
âRooster, choke her when she cumsââ Jake ordered, Bradley waisted not a second as he wrapped his hand around throat and pressed his fingers into the side of your supple neck. He reached between your legs to softly rub small circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, an instantaneous quiver left your throat as his finger made contact, Bradley never for a second took his eyes off yours. He wanted to see you come undone like this, all for him and Jake. Just for him and Jake.Â
âAhh! F-fuck, mâcumming!â You whimpered as Braldey tightened his hold on your throat, he could see the small veins appearing in your forehead from the lack of oxygen but knew by the look in your eyes alone that you were loving this just as much as he was. Your pussy clenching so tightly around Jake's slicked up cock he almost stilled from the grip.Â
âAhh fuck! Rooster, holy fuck sheâs like a vice!â Jake groaned as he fucked you hard through your high. âSheâs creaming around my dick, fuckââ This had been Jake Seresin greatest idea, to fuck his best friends.
Bradley began to fuck your face with the same fingers heâd teased your clit with, he made you gag on them as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, trembling as you came hard around Jakes cock. Once he saw you coming down from your high, Bradle tentatively removed his hand from around your throat, watching with wide eyes as you gasped heavily for air, welcoming the new wave of oxygen that youâd been deprived of into your lungs. Tears streamed down your fucked out face.Â
âJake let me fuck herââ Bradley whimpered out desperately as he pumped his cock fast. He waited for Jake to pull out and share, but he was ready to explode. He gripped your chin with a wicked glare as he squashed your lips together. âYou don't know what you're in for, baby.â It was a warning but you quivered with excitement nevertheless before Rooster stuck the pad of his thumb between your lips and spat into your mouth, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. âYouâre gonna ride my dick.â Bradley told you with no hesitation evident in his tone as you nodded with eagerness. Jake pulled out of you with a hard slap to your right ass cheek, causing you to let out a whine. Â
âAh!â You hissed as the sting lingered well after Jakes had left your ass, you immediately crawled closer to Bradley and straddled his waist, you manoeuvred his length to line up with your creaming entrance. Jake wasted no time in coming to stand above Bradley, his cock throbbing, ready to explode yet again as he moved your sweat covered hair to one side.
âUhh fuck!â You whined as you sunk onto Bradleyâs slightly thicker cock, his hands roamed your naked body as Jake pulled your mouth back onto his cock, needy for your mouth yet again.
âHoly fuck! Ah fuck, fuck, fuck, god you're so tight! So fuckinâ tight Y/n ride my dick just like that, yesâ!â Bradley mumbled, continuously biting his bottom lip as he felt you bounce on his cock. He was in heaven, you were the best pussy heâd ever had.Â
âTold you.â Jake moaned from above, his hands held onto both sides of your face as he bucked his hips softly into your throat, letting you do most of the work as he focused on chasing his second high of the night. âSlap her ass.â And so Bradley did, he slapped your ass over and over, harder every time you came down on his cock, the sting was so deep you knew youâd have a reminder of the night the come morning.
âFuck can I cum inside you? fuck please say yes?â Bradley whimpered as you rode him, Jake took his cock from your mouth before slapping it against your open and awaiting tongue.
âAnswer him!â He hissed, so close to his second orgasm it was making his eyes water and his knees weak.Â
âY-yes fuck, Rosoter! flood my fucking pussy, please!â You cried out into the secluded tent, completely exhausted and fucked out. Bradley gripped at your hips before bending his knees, fucking up into you so hard and fast you fell forward onto Jakes cock, deep throating him unexpectedly and bringing him to that sweet sweet orgasm heâd been chasing.Â
âOh fuck fuck fuck!â Jake groaned, pulling his cock from your mouth and pulling your hair back, exposing your entire face in front of him as he pumped his throbbing cock in his hand, hot spurts of cum were quick to come flying all over your fucked-out face. âArrgghhh yes baby that's it, look so pretty covered in my cum.âÂ
Jakes cum completely covered your face, a facial so thick it dripped down your chin and neck as it slowly made its way to your perky tits.Â
âOh god you look so fucking hot like that.â Jake confessed, running this thumb over your bottom lip to collect some of his cum before making you suck it off. Bradley wasnât far behind, never slowing his thrust for a second while Jake unloaded all over your face.
âMâcummingRoo! Fuck donât stop!â You gasped aloud, your voice broke as you reached between Bradley and yourself to rub your throbbing sensitive bud. âAaah- fuck yes!â You moaned a heavenly near pornographic groan as you came hard around Bradley Bradshaw, squirting unexpectedly all over him in the process.
âYes! Yes! Oh fuck Iâm uhhhââ Bradley spilled his entire load into your tight cunt, creating a mixture of your cum and his as Jakes dripped from your face down your chest.
âWhatâ what fuck just happened?â You all asked each other as both Jake and Bradley cleaned you off, completely taken aback at the events that had just passed now that your need and lust had begun to fade.Â
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You didnât know at what part of the movie you fell deep into thought, reminiscing about the camping trip you took a week ago with your best friends but it was the sound of Jakeâs voice that brought you out of it, only to realise you had been rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves the entire time, right there on his lounge. Hand sunk low into your sweats.Â
âAnd what do you think youâre doing?â He questioned, leaning against the wall casually before he began sauntering over to you with a devilish smirk upon his face. Â
âI uh, I uh donâtâ You stuttered, fumbling around as you sat up. You knew you had been caught, but you still tried your best to act like you had no idea what he was talking about. âHow long were you just standing there watching me for like some weirdo?â Jake ignored your question. He was on a mission.Â
âWere you thinking about our camping trip?â Jake asked as he slowly walked over, unbuckling his belt as you noticed the hard girth showing through his dress pants, having just come back from a meeting. He was so hard it looked painful. It was painful. You looked down at Jake's crotch for a little too long, then up, down then back up, Jakeâs eyes had been locked on you the entire time. Working to stand before youâhis belt slipping around your neck as he tightened the loop. His hand guided yours over his clothes cockâbegging for your touch.Â
âOr was it just me?â
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Hidden in Plain Sight - Dave Lizewski
ââ§âșËâ Masterlist âËâșâ§ââœâŻâŸââ§âșËâ Part 2 âËâșâ§ââœâŻâŸââ§âșËâ Part 3 âËâșâ§â
Summary: When Y/S/N saves Kick-Ass from a dangerous situation, he becomes obsessed with trying to uncover her true identity. Little does he know, Y/S/N is a girl from his school who secretly has a crush on him as well. As they patrol together, their worlds collide in ways neither expected, leading to a surprising revelation about who's really behind the mask.
Y/S/N - Your superhero name
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The night sky over New York had a strange way of making a person feel invincible. Dave Lizewski, aka Kick-Ass, was just starting out his amateur superhero career and was already way in over his head. Sure, he'd gotten a few decent hits in on some petty thugs before, but most of the time, he spent more energy trying not to die than actually fighting crime.
Tonight was one of those nights.
He sprinted down an alley, panting, adrenaline surging through his veins. Behind him, two guysâhuge, brawny types who clearly had nothing better to do than terrorize the innocentâchased him with knives. His green suit felt like a second skin, clinging to him with every move, though it wasnât exactly made for high-intensity situations like this. His lungs burned, and a stitch formed in his side. Not good.
âI swear,â he gasped to himself, âIâm gonna die.â
The alley came to an abrupt dead end. He cursed, turning just in time to see the guys closing in, grinning like they'd won the lottery. He raised his fists, trying to look braver than he felt.
"This... is not going to end well," Dave muttered.
Before either of them could lunge, something fast and powerful blurred from the shadows, hitting one of the thugs with such force that he flew backward, crashing into a stack of crates. The second guy barely had time to react before the figure was on him too, taking him down with an expert kick to the stomach.
Dave blinked in disbelief. The figure straightened, revealing a young woman in a sleek, black suit. It wasnât flashy, but it looked way more professional than his own green and yellow DIY get-up. She had an aura of confidence and strength that radiated even in the dim light.
And, yeah, Dave noticed, she had a killer figure.
"You... you just saved my life!" Dave stammered.
The girl rolled her eyes behind her mask. âYeah, and Iâm guessing it wonât be the last time, Kick-Ass.â
Kick-Ass. She knew his name.
âWait, who are you?â he asked, his voice still shaky from the adrenaline.
âCall me Y/S/N,â she said casually, as if saving people from imminent death was just another Friday night. âYou really should be more prepared for situations like this.â
âI... I thought I was.â
Y/S/N snorted, crossing her arms. "Really? No backup, no weapons? Just... that?" She gestured to his suit. "You're gonna get yourself killed."
Dave flushed, partly from embarrassment and partly from the rush of adrenaline still coursing through him. âIâll... Iâll do better,â he promised lamely, watching as she walked away, her silhouette disappearing into the night.
And just like that, she was gone.
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At Atomic Comics the next day, Dave was still riding the adrenaline high from his encounter with the mysterious heroine. His friends, Todd and Marty, sat across from him, distracted by the latest issue of X-Men, while Dave rambled on about her.
âI swear, you guys, she was like something out of The Avengers. She totally saved my ass last night. And she was hot. I mean, like, really hot. Her suitâit was super tight. I could barely focus.â
Todd raised an eyebrow, putting his comic down. âDude, youâre such a nerd. A hot superhero saves you, and thatâs what you focus on?â
Dave shrugged, grinning sheepishly. âI mean, yeah? You didnât see her. Sheâs got this whole thing going onâgreat moves, great...uh...form. Her ass isââ
"Wow. Really going full perv, aren't we?" Marty quipped, rolling his eyes.
Unbeknownst to Dave, someone had been listening. On the other side of a nearby shelf, Y/N, the kind and somewhat popular girl from school, had been browsing comics too. She knew who Dave wasâafter all, they had a few classes togetherâbut they had never really talked.
Y/N smiled to herself as she overheard Daveâs rant about his superhero crush. Little did he know that she was Y/S/N, the very girl who had saved his life last night. Hearing him talk about her alter-ego like thatâsaying she was cool, hot, and all thatâwas...well, flattering in a weird way. And the fact that he was so obviously into her made things a lot more interesting.
Still smiling, Y/N grabbed a random comic, paid for it, and headed out, a plan forming in her head.
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Later that week, Dave suited up as Kick-Ass once again, hoping to catch a glimpse of Y/S/N during his patrol. After their first encounter, he couldnât stop thinking about her. She had this presence that he couldnât shake off, and it didnât help that his crush was amplified by the fact that sheâd saved him. She was the real dealâa hero, like he wanted to be.
âKick-Ass.â
Dave turned at the sound of her voice, heart skipping a beat. She was there, perched casually on a rooftop ledge, looking down at him with that same cool confidence.
âY/S/N!â He tried to sound smooth, but his voice cracked just a little.
âYouâre not going to need saving again, are you?â she teased, dropping down to the street in front of him.
âIâve got it covered this time,â he said, puffing out his chest just a little. âTotally prepared.â
Y/S/N gave him a once-over, amusement flickering in her eyes. âSure you are.â
The two of them walked together, patrolling the empty streets, though it was a quiet nightâtoo quiet, really.
âSo, Kick-Ass,â Y/S/N started, her voice casual. âThereâs this guy I go to school with. Heâs in a few of my classes.â
Daveâs heart gave a little lurch. Was she... opening up to him? Maybe this was his chance to learn more about her.
âYeah? What about him?â he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
âHeâs super nerdy, kind of awkward. But heâs... well, heâs hot. Like, really hot.â
Dave blinked. âWait, what?â
âI bet heâs got... you know, a lot going on,â she continued, her voice dropping slightly. âIn more ways than one.â
Dave felt his face flush. âOh.â
âI canât focus in class because Iâm too busy thinking about him,â she added. âItâs a problem, I donât know what to do.â
âWow, okay. Um... whoâs the guy?â he asked, not really wanting to know but needing to at the same time.
âDave Lizewski,â Y/S/N said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Dave stopped dead in his tracks. His brain short-circuited for a second. âWait... what? Did you just... did you just say Dave Lizewski?â
She turned to face him, her expression unreadable behind her mask. âYeah, why? You know him?â
âIâuhââ Daveâs thoughts tumbled over each other in a chaotic mess. She knows me. She actually knows me. And she thinks Iâm hot?!
Y/S/N didnât give him any time to process. âAnyway, I gotta run. Crime wonât stop itself.â She gave him a little wave before disappearing into the night once more, leaving Dave standing there, still in shock.
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That night, Dave immediately FaceTimed Todd and Marty, pacing his room in a frenzy.
âGuys! You are not going to believe what just happened!â he blurted out as soon as they answered.
âWhat is it now, man?â Marty asked, exasperated.
âI think Y/S/N goes to our school.â
Both of them stared at him blankly through the screen.
âNo, seriously! She was talking about a guy she likes in her classes. And then she said my name! My actual name!â
Todd snorted. âOkay, but how do you know sheâs not just messing with you?â
âI... donât know. But it seemed real,â Dave insisted. âI think she really goes to school with me. And now I have to figure out who she is.â
He grabbed his old yearbook off the shelf and flipped it open. âThereâs gotta be some kind of clue.â
Todd and Marty exchanged skeptical glances but eventually joined in, helping him comb through the yearbook. They scanned faces, trying to match anyone they knew with the mystery of Y/S/N.
âAlright, so we need a plan,â Dave said, leaning over the pages. âMonday, weâre going to do some recon. Check out anyone who might be her. Weâll figure this out.â
Todd and Marty, albeit reluctantly, nodded in agreement.
âSure, dude. Recon mission on Monday.â
Dave closed the yearbook with a snap, his mind racing. Somewhere in the sea of students, Y/S/N was hiding in plain sight. And now, he was more determined than ever to find out who she wasâboth in and out of her suit.
Little did he know, Monday would bring him more answers than he couldâve ever expected.
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A/N ~ thereâs not enough Kick-Ass fanfics on here and Iâm sick of it :( lmk if you want a part 2
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characters: jing yuan x nb!reader
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, crack, chaos, jing yuan having an obsession with ur cheeks, this was much more funnier in my head. i suck at writingđđ
notes: i need to learn how to shift so i can make this mans my husband hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
STEP 1: TENDERIZE THE MEAT
it was no doubt that jing yuan was an incredibly affectionate and clingy lover. and that tragically only amplifies when his lover - aka you - has been away for a few weeks long business trip to another ship of the xianzhou. it only made sense when your fluffy haired lover immediately threw himself into your arms just when you've barely stepped in through the front door, calling out his name.
"yu! i'm ba-" before you could even finish that sentence alone, a large man with fluffy white hair crashes into you, knocking the both of you down onto the floor of your shared home. to say he was heavy would be an understatement. his large body was practically crushing you, almost to the point of crushing your chest cavities in.
"my love!!" a dramatic voice calls out from on top of you before sobbing noises could be heard. burying his face into your chest, the general sobs. shoulders shaking and heaving. but you were too old for his tricks and shenanigans. you've been dealing with jing yuan's shit for a whole of five centuries, after all. this was nothing new.
"where have you been?! why didn't you answer my texts?! or even read my messages?!" the general continues to complain loudly, like a child who's favorite toy had been taken away from him.
well, it was hard to answer him when he was literally crushing you under his weight, snuggling his face into your chest with sobs - he just wanted to feel your chest on his face, that was all - and when you have quite literally been busy with business to start with. not to mention the latest stellaron crisis thing has made signal quite weak too.
however, before you could even let out a sigh at his continued shenanigans, you see him peek up at you with the same old golden eyes. golden eyes looking up at you from where his face was smushed oh so comfortably against your chest. you can just feel the clingy man's lips quirk upwards into a smug grin.
reaching his hands up, the general cups your cheeks in his large and warm hands. calloused from years of battle and hardships yet still gently cradling your face in his hold. he always made sure to be absolutely gentle with you. sometimes.
once his favorite part of you was safely and securely in his hold, your oversized, clingy, cat-like lover wastes no time. poking, squeezing, prodding, turning your face into many different shapes as he giggles to himself as if he was centuries younger again. back when he first met you. back when he was just a simple cloud knight in training, hopelessly pining after you, stuttering and tripping over his words as he tries to make up a sentence to talk to to you.
STEP 2: SEASON THE MEAT
reaching up to a more comfortable pose to give him more better access to your soft cheeks, jing yuan leans over you with his face in his ever so smug look. but to your trained eyes, you could see just how much the man had missed your warmth. your affections. the way your hand would run through his long hair and leave his face peppered in kisses.
"missed you. missed you so much" the general of the luofu mumbles, a cute - adorable almost - lovesick grin on his face as he leans down to pepper your cheeks in kisses. of course, it isn't jing yuan style if he doesn't make any theatrics out of his love and adoration for you.
loud, overdramatic mwah! mwah! mwah! mwah! noises coming from the cat-like man as he leaves not a single spot left without being absolutely smothered in his 'love attacks'.
while of course, you just laid there on the floor, accepting his kisses and dramatic jing yuan style of showing affections. how could anyone ever blame you? jing yuan was a great kisser and he loved to shower you with them. you did missed him as well.
oh, you poor sweet summer child. if only you knew what your mischievous lover was planning...
STEP 3: BON APPETIT!
"yu... lemme mwah get up first mwah, will you? i get it, i mwah missed you as mmf well, my love. but please, let mmgg me eat something first" you hum softly, not exactly making any move or indications that you wanted to get up despite your words.
what can you say? your lover was a great kisser. an absolute A+ kisser. soft, gentle pecks peppering all over your face, taking away your breath everytime he decides to dip just a bit closer and steal a kiss or two - or maybe even three - from your lips. but you really needed a bite to eat. your stomach was literally growling just like how mimi would at times. and that was saying something.
"5 more minutes..." the clingy man hums softly, lips still tightly pressed against the soft fat of your cheeks. you simply let out a hum in response, thinking that he was going to kiss you again before -
chomp!
huh...? wait no what? literally. hold up. seriously, no joke. hold on a fucking moment. a literal fucking second to let [name] catch their thoug-
nom! nom nom nom!
before you could even allow your poor exhausted body and fried brain comprehend just what the fuck was going on, your absolute pain in the cheek of a husband decides to on-nom-nom his way on your cheeks. literally. it felt like he was trying to eat you alive like a steak.
STEP 4: TRY TO SURVIVE YOUR LOVER'S WRATH
"jing yuan, one of the seven arbiter-generals of the xianzhou alliance, one of the six charioteers"
uh-oh. not only was that a full-blown full name call but also with his titles?! rest in pieces, jing yuan. try not to trip over your own feet while your seething lover with a bitemark on their cheek chases you down the entirety of the luofu ship with the infamous flip flop in hand. you will truly be missed.
"uhmm..." how should yanqing even begin with his question as he tries to comprehend what happened to your poor face? more specifically, the bitemark on your cheek which seemed red and still fresh. ouch.
"what happ-"
"a lion bit me"
"mimi?!"
"no. another lion"
just then a very much sulking and pouting general with a fluffy white hair comes into the room. face looking like he was ready to sob at any given second, looking very much like a scolded child. that was all the explanation the young lieutenant needed.
"oh".
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The Butcher aka Cooper With Dominant Male S/o
Authors note: This Dilf is so fine...from the new movie "Trap".
Backstory: Seems like the serial killer the butcher is a big fan of you, a famous horror and thriller writer, who just so happens to be at the concert he was attending...He can't take his eyes off of you.
My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+
The thumping beat of the concert reverberated through the venue as Cooper Adams walked alongside his daughter, Riley, navigating through the crowds and masses of overly loud fans. The flashing lights and excited murmurs of the fans around them only made his steps quicken as he held his daughters hand giving Riley a small smile as he rushed through. He wasnât particularly interested in the music, but this concert meant the world to Riley.
Still, something more exhilarating had caught his attention tonightâsomething far more important than the performer they had come to see, Riley had some fun, it was his turn, finally something that was worth while.
As they neared the merchandise stands, Cooperâs heart skipped a beat when he spotted the familiar logo of his favorite authorâyour logo.
A large banner of your name, [Your Name], hung proudly over a stand dedicated entirely to limited-edition merch from your latest horror novels. A wave of excitement surged through him. You were his obsession, his secret desire. Not only were you a celebrated horror and thriller writer, but you embodied everything that twisted his mind into dangerous knots.
Every dark corner of his soul came alive when he thought of you, admired you, studied you, his smile suddenly widened, Riley just akwardly looked at her father, giving a tilt to her head as she observed her father, not thinking much of it.
Cooper's stomach tightened with frustration when he noticed that the signing event had already ended. A young woman at the front of the stand, practically bouncing on her feet, was showing off her signed copy of your latest release to anyone who would listen. "I canât believe I got his autograph! Heâs even more handsome in person," she squealed, the fan was dripped in head to toe of yor merch, as she just gushed, showed off, what she had got.
Cooperâs fingers twitched, clenching into fists in his jacket pockets. His jaw set tight as jealousy simmered under his skin. That woman had your attentionâeven for a fleeting moment. He hated the idea of anyone having a piece of you that wasnât his.
With a nonchalant glance toward his daughter; who was now scrolling mindlessly on her phone, Cooper let his foot slide out just enough for the gushing fan to trip.
The fan-girl stumbled, her body crashing into the merch stand. She hit the edge with a sickening thud, her head knocking against the hard surface, and a thin stream of blood began to trickle down her forehead.
People gasped and rushed to her aid some yelling out for help while others urgent to fingure out what happened. but Cooperâs expression remained impassive. He leaned down toward Riley, his voice soft and controlled. "We should go," he said calmly his hand suddenly snatching a keychain of one of the killers in one of your most famous novels. "The singerâs about to start."
Riley nodded, oblivious to the chaos Cooper her father had just caused. They left the scene behind, and Cooper took a steadying breath. Hurting the girl had been easyâtoo easyâbut the satisfaction of it didnât last long.
His thoughts were already spiraling back to you. He couldnât stop wondering where you might be right now. Were you still here at the concert? Were you watching the performance like any other fan? Would you even notice him? The chances of that were unlikely, you probably left already. "You okay dad?" Riley piped up finally looking up from her phone, "Yeah kiddo, just your dad being a fan..." Cooper said giving his daughter a fake smile,she just nodded. "Yeah, I'm so excited to hear 'The Crow' singing, obviously he's not as good as Lady Raven but, he's my second fav." Riley had gushed with a big smile on her face. --- --- Meanwhile, seated in the far rows of the concert hall, you leaned back in your chair, trying to stay out of sight. A few fans had already recognized you and asked for autographs, but now your focus was on the performance. The lights on stage dimmed, and the crowd roared in excitement as The Crow was about to appear. You had come here as a brief escape from your writing, but a part of you enjoyed watching the excitement build, the way the energy of a crowd swelled in anticipation.
As the first chords of the music played, you felt the eyes of onlookers on you. Some discreet, others more obvious, but nothing that grabbed your attention for longâ
Cooper Adams, accompanied by his daughter, found his seat a few rows away from you. But something in the way he carried himself caught your attention. You had no idea that this unassuming suburban dad, who appeared so attentive to his daughter, was secretly one of your biggest fans and a very famous murderer. Or that beneath that calm, composed exterior, Cooperâs mind was swirling with fantasiesâdangerous, obsessive fantasies.
As his gaze swept the crowd, his eyes landed on you, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. The flashing lights, the noise of the concert, even his daughterâit all faded as Cooperâs breath caught in his throat. You were still here. He hadnât missed his chance after all.
His chest tightened, his heart pounding as thoughts of submission briefly flickered in his mind. Cooper clenched his jaw, pushing those thoughts away. No, he thought, mentally berating himself. He wasnât weak. He wasnât some needy fool, desperate for your attentionâexcept he was ready to kneel down open his mouth and!!---. His hands trembled as he tried to keep his composure, but every part of him ached to be noticed by you. He wanted you to see him, to acknowledge him, maybe even more than that.
'Control yourself', Cooper, he chastised in his mind. 'Youâre not the kind of man to submit. You're the one in charge, the one who dominates.' Yet no matter how much he tried to convince himself, the thoughts of giving in to youâof letting you have power over himâkept creeping in, no matter how much he hated it. He stood next to his daughter, Riley, who was singing, jumping, dancing along to the music, lost in the excitement of the moment.
But Cooperâs mind wasnât on the singer or the performance. It was on youâthe man sitting just a few rows away, your sharp, smoky eyes fixed on the stage, oblivious to the man obsessing over you, a few feet from you. Cooper couldnât help but stare. His heart hammered in his chest, and a thrill coursed through his veins as he took you in. The famous horror and thriller writer, [Your Name], in the fleshâright there. Every twisted story youâd ever written had fueled his darkest desires fuck he even jerked off to a few, and now you were close enough that he could almost reach out and touch you. He drank in every detail of you: the way you sat, the confident set of your jaw, the subtle intensity in your expression as you watched the concert.
And then, it happened. Your eyes shifted, tilting just slightly in his direction, as though you could feel his gaze drilling into you. Cooperâs breath hitched in his throat when your sharp eyes locked with his. For a brief moment, the world seemed to freeze around him. You were staring right back at him.
His pulse quickened, a hot surge of excitement coursing through him as a tightening sensation began to build in his pants. There was something primal, predatory, about the way your gaze lingered on him, as if you were sizing him up. It sent a shiver down his spine, a thrill he hadnât felt in ages (Course he would feel some type of feeling with his kills but none like this). He could barely contain the flood of emotions rushing through himâadmiration, obsession, lust.
He shifted his attention briefly to Riley, who was still lost in the performance, her attention fully on the stage. Cooper cleared his throat, forcing his voice to remain casual. âIâll be back in a minute, sweetheart,â he said, a little too quickly.
Riley waved him off without a second glance, too absorbed in the music to care as she went back to dancing and jumpin.
This was the opening Cooper had been waiting for. He smoothed his jacket, trying to appear composed, but the surge of adrenaline racing through him told a different story. 'This is it,' he thought, 'Iâm going to meet him.' Stretching lips into a smile. As Cooper made his way through the crowd, each step felt heavier, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts. A part of him felt ridiculousâ'What am I doing?'âbut the other part, the darker side, was elated. This was his chance. His fantasies about you had been building for years, and now, finally, he was going to be face to face with the man who consumed his every waking thought.
When he finally stood before you, his breath hitched again. Up close, you were even more strikingâconfident, aloof, as if you were completely aware of the effect you had on others but didnât care.
You looked at him, amusement flickering across your face, your sharp gaze studying him like you were dissecting a character in one of your novels.
âBig fan, huh?â Your voice was smooth, low, teasing. It sent a jolt through Cooper, making him feel exposed, vulnerable, and that made him hate the feeling. But at the same time, he wanted more of it. He clenched his fists at his sides, trying to suppress the sudden urge to submitâto give in to the pull you had over him.
âIâyeah,â Cooper stammered, feeling heat creep up his neck as he spoke. He cleared his throat, trying to recover. âIâve been following your work for years.â
You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. âOh? For years?â You leaned back in your seat, eyeing him up and down, your gaze lingering on his well-built frame. Cooper could feel your eyes raking over him, and for a moment, he felt like he was one of your charactersâtrapped under the scrutiny of a killer, waiting for his fate. He shifted on his feet, the thrill mixing with a tinge of nervousness.
âYou donât strike me as a horror fan,â you continued, your tone teasing, like you were already playing a game Cooper didnât fully understand yet. âMost dads like you are into, I donât know, football or action movies.â Your gaze lingered a little too long on his broad chest and strong arms, making it clear you noticed his physique. âBut you⊠youâre different, arenât you?â The husky voice of your whispered into his ear, as it was really hard to hear over all the fans screaming.
Cooper swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. The way you spoke, the way you looked at himâit was making it difficult for him to think straight. His mind flashed with images of giving in, of submitting to you, of being at your mercy, but he quickly shoved those thoughts away. 'No,' he told himself. 'Youâre in control, Cooper.'
But that didnât stop his pulse from quickening, or the heat spreading through his body as he stood before you, trying to come up with something, anything, to say that wouldnât make him sound like a complete fool.
âIâve always appreciated the darker side of things,â Cooper finally managed, his voice steadier now. âYour workâit resonates with me.â He said his body slightly leaning to also whisper into your ear. His eyes flicked down briefly before meeting yours again, the primal intensity in your gaze still making his heart race.
You chuckled softly, leaning in slightly. âIs that so? Well, letâs hope you donât resonate too much with the killers in my stories.â The teasing edge in your voice was unmistakable, but there was something more behind itâsomething intrigued. You could tell this wasnât just another fan. There was something off about Cooper, something familiar, though you couldnât quite put your finger on it yet.
Cooper felt a surge of both excitement and unease. He was standing in front of the man who had unknowingly shaped his darkest fantasies, and now he was being teased by him. It was everything Cooper had ever wanted, and yet it was terrifying. His thoughts began to spiral againâsubmissive urges flickering at the edges of his mindâbut he quickly shoved them aside. He wasnât weak. He wasnât here to submit.
But the way you looked at him⊠God, it made him question everything. fuck, he's getting hard again.
#cooper adams trap#cooper adams#cooper adams smut#cooper adams x you#cooper adams x reader#cooper adams x male reader#slasher x reader#bottom slasher x top male reader#slasher x male reader#josh hartnett trap#trap movie#obsession#obsessed cooper adams
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What kind of dads I think the 141 tf would be
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â Deffo a girl dad
â He has three girls with you and always rough housing with themâthrowing them in the air and doing anything to make his little girls giggle
â ALWAYs giving you heart attacks with the trick he does with them
Once pushed his daughter abruptly into the pool after swimming lessons to see if they payed off (they did)
Then one of your daughters wanted to try a yoga tick and she definitely flipped when she wasn't supposed to.
â Always trying to make them happy
Takes them to the daddy daughter dances, takes them on daddyâdaughter dates
Buys them anything they want whether it be food to the latest toy
â Takes pictures of them all the time!!! What can he say, he likes proof
â After a year of taking a break from kids you two try again and finally he gets a boy
Heâs so excited
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â Girl dad all the way!
â Obsessed with his little girl and never lets her out of his sight.
â Gets teary eyed when she grows every month
â He was hesitant to have a kid but you two got the case of baby fever (and horniness) and made one. Now he's in love.
â Cherishes her and makes sure she's always happy.
â The burly man is suddenly so gentle and always doing peek-a-boo to make her smile
â You two wait at least three years to have another kid
Now heâs a girl and boy dad!
â Makes sure to treat the two of them so well and make sure they never experience what he did when he was little.
â Even with his son hes gently
Sees how Soap plays with his daughters and has a heart attack at the thought of them being in the air
But when his son grows up a bit and starts getting more âtoughâ (aka punching Simon with his little fists and Simon just thinks it his muscles spasming until he turns around and sees the little guy) he starts playing with him somewhat more rough.
Teaches him Krav Maga
Takes him to the shooting range (only after hes 15)
Also teaches his daughter Krav Maga and gives her enough self protection items to protect herself and the whole school
â He tries to not over do it but he's always spending his money on them (and u obvi)
â Takes them by base sometimes just to meet their âuncles.â
â He just loves them so much
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â Girl dad.
â Doesn't have a boyâwouldn't be mad if he had one but he doesn't care, hes ecstatic with his two girls.
â Cherishes those precious little girls with his whole heart
â Very strict and tells them once they can understand words that they cant date until they turn 30
When they grow up it gets annoying but he's very insistent that they cant dateâat least not in high school
â He does all the things ïżœïżœïżœnormal families doâ when he's back home
Disneyland trips, road trips, dinners anywhere the family wants
Speaking of dinnersâeveryone votes which restaurant sounds the best and that's where you guys go
â Almost cries every first day of school
Always posting/sharing photos in family and friend gcâs to show off his daughters achievements
Example:
Price: (Photo of him next to his daughter after getting an award) My daughters amazing
Ghost: đ
Soap: good kid, congrats
Gaz: let her know weâre proud!
â If he posts a picture i believe the caption would go: My little girl is always putting in the work! Best student I know!
Heâs always having proud dad moments đ„ș
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â Two boys and then one girl
â Loves all of them so much!
â Heâs always teaching them new things
ââHeâs a teaching dad
Teaches them how to cook, play sports, bake, swim, ect.
â Takes them to sports events and concerts
Heâs the kind of guy whos always giving them reasons to post pics
â Soaps a cool dad but he's a rowdy cool, Kyle on the other hand is cool chill dad
His kids are never embarrassed by him and their friends also love him
â (Heâs the dad who the moms like)
â Not as strict on his kids but he is very protective
â He also teaches his kids self defense
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#fluff#call of duty#cod mwii#call of duty headcanons#headcannons#john soap mactavish#soap cod#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#captain john price#john price#kyle gaz garrick#gaz cod#tf 141#x reader stories#oneshot#cod 141#cod modern warfare
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So I've been listening to The Magnus Protocol, and managed to get my dad into TMA last year so he's now listening to Mag Protocol too. So last night we were listening in the car to the latest statement, and I was half-jokingly saying which fear the statement sounded like mostly, to which my dad starts talking about how he doesn't think these statements and the O.A.I.R are connected to the Fears at all. I'm gonna try to put a cut for anyone not caught up but here's how this led to a theory of mine:
So Lena said to Gwen that there's good and bad forces that need to be balanced, but she never said which side of that the O.A.I.R. is part of, if any. I was noting this when it hit me.
Every single Magnus Protocol Statement so far has been about misfortune coming around due to perceived fortune or a fortunate opportunity becoming misfortune.
Let's break this down ep by ep so you see what I mean.
Episode One: It's a little hard to figure out what the fortune is to the misfortune, especially since it's mostly getting us used to the characters and the overall setup of the show, but for the first statement I think it's not the statement giver, but the husband. Harriet (the one emailing) says he sounded excited in an unsettling way (I am assuming the "he" she is talking about is her husband since she doesn't mention anyone else). When she meets him, or what has him, she describes that he laughed and laughed. Her misfortune was his fortune, his joy.
The second statement in that episode of course is about the Institute, but by way of a bunch of spelunkers looking for something intriguing to discuss. I haven't quite figured out the connection here but I am sure there is one, even if it's through the characters (aka Sam) finding something within it.
Two: A lot easier to connect to this. Daria is finding joy through getting this tattoo that allows her to change how she looks and alter her appearance immensely (and grotesquely). Enough said.
Three: This statement is one that overall I just don't understand tbh, but I think it shows the opposite? As in the victim is experiencing fear and discomfort the entire time, but towards the end you'll notice he gets much more happy and calm about the situation.
Four: This is again easy, it's about a violin that needs blood but will give you amazing talent if you pay that price, and horrible bloodshed if you don't. Self-explanatory.
Five: The guy is trying to make a living off watching and reviewing horror movies, gets excited at a live showing of one just for him, then realizes it's not what it seems and posts everyone should see it. Easy enough. (Very Grifter's Bone in energy)
Six: The introduction to infamous new tumblr sexyman, Needles. I shouldn't have to spell out how he gets pleasure from others in pain by needles.
Seven: All I gotta say is it's "all for a good cause" and you should get the picture.
Eight: Utilizes that uncanny fear of false hospitality if you ask me, but either way this statement is clearly taking something associated often as comforting and twisting it.
Nine: The dice literally affect fortune and misfortune and likely make the statement giver into the embodiment of fortune. 'Nuff said.
Ten: Bonzo needs no explanation for this in his introductory episode so let's move on.
Eleven: This one goes more into obsession territory than anything, which is another running theme of the show and another theory, but it also talks about how the sea brings comfort so that could be part of it. (Also I noticed the sneaky possibly Dr. David reference in there lol)
Twelve: Now I know what you're gonna say, "How is this one connected to fortune at all, Cal? It's about some woman being traumatized at a strip club!" Well think about this: what if it wasn't supposed to end in Bonzo? Gwen gave Bonzo an "assignment," didn't she? And Lena pretty much outright says that this statement was that assignment. So it's possible this is what happened after stopping the initial outcome.
Thirteen: The latest episode as of typing this, and the most clear with evidence. The man literally gains a fortune from his own misfortune, so ya know it's right there.
So every statement is a good thing turned bad or a bad thing turned good. So what? Magnus Archives had plenty of statements similarly framed, so why am I focusing on it here?
Because what is the tagline for Magnus Protocol again?
Fear takes many forms.
#the magnus archives#the magnus protocol#magpod#tmagp#tmagp spoilers#tmagp theory#alexander j newall#jonny sims#tmagp needles#tmagp mr bonzo#magnus archives#the magnus institute#podcast stuff#the magnus pod#magnus protocol#someone please tell me I'm not crazy#cause i swear im onto something here#we'll see i guess#but if im right im coming back to this and saying i told you so
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Currently Watching - May
aka The Masterlist
Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! đ
Regularly updated during the month, latest update 31.05.2024
A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection đ
I am happy about gif-requests đŒ
Here you can find all of my gifs.
At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in April with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).
This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!
1. 25 Ju, Akasaka de đŻđ” (7/10)
I really enjoyed this episode. It didn't feel like a filler. I loved to see some of Hayama's thoughts and emotions. He liked Shirasaki since forever and I really hope they can find their way back together. The pain is so bittersweet. They like each other, but because of walls and misunderstandings they can't live their feelings. Really good episode this week!
2. Cityboy_Log đ°đ· (16/?)
I am so confused right now. Sometimes these time jumps are confusing. But okay. Those two made up. And only Jihan apologised? I hate jealousy, extreme jealousy, but I think he didn't need to apologise... I think Jaejun should apologise too, at least for his flirty behavior and this fucking kiss. I still need time to love this again and I hope this story is not going to be more fucked up with cheating and stuff...
3. My Stand-In đčđ (6/12)
The only thing I can say about the last episode is: I am obsessed with this kiss... There is nothing more in my head. Brain empty. This series is becoming more and more interesting. I am emotional invested now!
4. Only Boo đčđ (8/12)
I love these two. They are adorable and a blessing on my sundays! We got our first kiss this week and it was a first kiss. It was a little bit awkward and hesitant and cautious and it fit their character really good. I love their energy and the fact that they love each other like they are. It is such a healthy relationship.
5. Wandee Goodday đčđ (4/12)
From One-nicht-stand to friends with benefits to fake boyfriends... And Kao is right, they have crossed the line with only being fake boyfriends a while ago. Jealousy is beginning to blossom. The wish to kiss each other is groing stronger day to day and I love it here! And is it not normal that you need time to come clean with your own feelings and getting over a year long crush? I totally understand both of them for not letting go of their crushes of years that easy.
6. Word of Honor đšđł (20/36)
Those two flirt a lot and are a married couple. Everyone knows that. And I love and enjoy that! Overall this is such a fun watch and the different sects and intrigues are sometimes a little bit confusing, but interesting. I love this world of martial arts and I love how protective Wen Kexing is over Zhou Zishu.
Finished in May
Series
Unknown đčđŒ
The story about found family, childhood trauma and struggling topped with a lovestory between "brothers". They aren't brothers by blood so I really didn't care and just enjoyed this forbidden and hurtful lovestory to the fullest. This was exactly what I hoped for! The longing, tension and hurting is so good! The love between them is real and strong, but Qian is afraid and can't just let his heart decide over the head, yet. He loves Yuan, but is afraid what that means for them and especially for Yuan's future. I love this series so much! I didn't expect too much when I started it and got hooked really fast and in the end my entire week pointed to the saturdays and te new episode and the interaction here with the fandom. The last two epsiodes lost a little bit track and were to cramped with things that didn't need to be there, but I still loved this whole experience! So fucking beautiful! One of my all time favorites. A clear and big 10 out of 10!
Love Is Like A Cat đ°đ·
The last two epsiodes were so bad I didn't want to gif any scene for this post... I cringed through this whole series... well at least through those parts I didn't skip. I mean, I could not even watch the kiss-scene, because all I could see were the few beard stubbles around Mew's mouth like he didn't get all of them while shaving. And they were so visible against the lightning. And all of their relationship felt so rushed and don't get me started with the thai/korean translator thingy. The concept of this was interesting, but bad executed. It really hurt my feelings to rate a korean bl this low, but everything, the plot, the acting, the dialogue, the script... everything was bad. When I close one eye really tight and think about this cutie Dae Byeol I can give it a 3 out of 10, but really not more.
You Are Mine Special đčđŒ
This was not on my list this month, but here we are. And what can I say? They kissed a lot! So many kisses! If someone likes kiss, here ya go! It was sweet and a good ending to their story, but a little bit to sugary for me. But that is a personal preference. Those two get engaged and Shun Yu's mother approves of their relationship. It was kinda sweet seeing our CEO as "just" the boyfriend. I guess it is what you wish for as a special episode. I am not mad about it. I give it a solid 7 out of 10.
Blue Boys đ°đ·
What was this ending? I am speechless and so damn angry! They overcame every misscommunication trope and ended like this? The bad-bitch-wanna-be-girlfriend? The If-I-can't-have-him-no-one-can-bitch? Really? It was a solid web series with great acting and incredible chemistry and they ended up breaking up, because a jealous bitch would destroy Jaemin's life if he continued dating Namyi? And Namyi is now thinking it is his own fault, because his family is rich and because he fell in love? I don't like it here. That ending was stupid. Sorry. Overall a 7 out of 10.
Memory in the letter đčđ
I enjoyed this cute series so much, until the final episode... What was that? It was sweet and kinda wholesome, a little bit tacky, but that was alright and I really liked how they fell in love over the mirror. But that ending? The dad's best friend is now your boyfriend? And he looks so fucking different! Like a total different person. I know, love should be blindm but lets me real, if that was me, I would be: Stop. Who the fuck are you? Why is a 40 year old man hitting on me 20 year old? This felt so bad... I have no problem with the whole time travel, but 20 years is too much! And he is his father's best friend. He delivered his future boyfriend. That felt so wrong! I was a fan until ep 5 and with 6 everything went down... I still give it a 7 out of 10.
Boys Be Brave! đ°đ·
Okay, it ended.... like that... where is the special epsiode? I want to know how the last date goes between Balgeum and Inho. I am happy for our main couple and they are cute as fuck, but what is with our unlucky side couple? Balgeum wants to become a better person for Inho and that is quite cute, unnecessary, but still kind of understandable. He needs to feel like he can offer Inho something more, while Inho is happy what he already has to offer. But with social backgrounds, I kind of understand him. But where is this special epsiode or spin-off?! I need it! Now! But I am really happy with the ending for our main couple. They are adorable! But the time skips with the hair-extansions confused me a little bit. But for me a strong 8 out of 10.
Kare no Iru Seikatsu đŻđ”
They got their happy ending and I am happy with that. We got an I love you and some cozy snuggle time. What more do I need? Nothing... A coffee perhaps, but that's okay. I like this series. It was a cute watch with some heartache, but overall it was sweet and cute and positive. And I love Haruna for telling Natsukawa that wanting the best and happiest life for someone you love and at the same time refusing to give that person the thing that would make them the happiest is stupid. They are happy, I am happy. A happy 8 out of 10 for me.
Short Film
Movie
Dropped in May
Looking forward to in May
Upside Down aka Inverse Identity đšđł - Trailer (May 3rd)
Wandee Goodday đčđ - Trailer (May 4th)
My Marvellous Dream Is You đčđ - Trailer (May 8th)
Blossom Campus - Trailer đ°đ· (May 16th)
OMG! Vampire đčđ - Trailer (May 19th)
No international release dates:
A Balloon's Landing đčđŒ - Trailer (Coming to cinemas on May 10th)
The Time Of Fever đ°đ· - Trailer (Coming to cinemas on May 15th)
Manji Reverse đŻđ” (Coming to cinemas on May 24th)
The Time Of Huannan đčđŒ - Trailer (Coming to cinemas on May 31st)
#currently watching#josi watching bl#masterlist#bl series#bl drama#monthly overview#bls in may#cityboy_log#Unknown the series#word of honor#only boo!#love is like a cat#Kare no Iru Seikatsu#Living with Him#25 ji akasaka de#at 25:00 in akasaka#boys be brave!#blue boys#my stand in#wandee goodday#You are mine special#memory in the letter
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I found a new ship to obsess over
introducing my latest brainrot: dragon x space raccoon (aka Dan Heng x Stelle from Honkai Star Rail)
theyâve all Iâve been drawing since July and Iâm here for it
Thereâs a LOT more but theyâre either too bad or require a TON of explaining as they pertain to an AU Iâve been writing (shameless plug of my AO3 of the same name)
#honkai star rail#dan Heng#Stelle#danstelle#dan heng x stelle#stelle x dan heng#current brainrot alert#When I say Iâm obsessed I mean OBSESSED#When you suddenly remember this account exists#Pops back into existence#I LIVEEEEEEE#Yeah Iâm more active on Twitter
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Hi!
Fitness Anon hereâŠ
On Friday S posted the âHotel Highballâ video which was obviously recorded in Scotland, not in the US.Â
So now âMiss I know it allâ aka Marple rushed to readjust her guessing game and sources about Sâs whereabouts. Until the occurrence of this video she claimed he was still in L.A., but now she tells her audience he is back since Thursday⊠. Because she knows and has proof and facts. Sure? đ€ It took only a video posted by the â King of latergramsâ to doubt her own predictions? Is she so easy to unsettle?Â
Hopefully right now these are better sources than the ones she claimed to have to indicate what S was up to this weekend and why he couldnât attend the Con in Birmingham weeks ago.Â
But she always keeps it vague so that she can adjust depending on the actual outcome so that it fits into her made-up storyline.Â
So, grab your đż and wait whatâs up in her  crystal ball next. Perhaps she will also find answers there to the still unresolved question of his IG unfollows and his hair length in order to be able to place the recording of his latest booze video more precisely in time.
Dear, poor (returning) Fitness Anon,
You must have the patience of an angel and put up with me being awfully, rudely late, here. However, and one more time: all of the above, and then some more.
Key quote being: 'But she always keeps it vague so that she can adjust depending on the actual outcome so that it fits into her made-up storyline.'
The beauty of your submission is shining through, here. You sent this to me a week ago (and I do humbly apologize, it's been crazy and yes, life-changing, down here) and yet nothing fundamentally changed, on that page. Same old, same old, not even different. BS presented as factoids, calumny and libel (different things, but they cover it all) towards people that are perceived as personal foes. In my book, to despise someone is to ignore someone, not to actively ill wish on them. Yet the person (a he? a she? doubt is allowed) never got that memo and keeps on victimizing themselves.
At the end of the day, that page reads like an umpteenth season of The Young and The Restless: you can miss I don't know how many episodes, you'll always find your way back to a stalling script.
So, dear Fitness Anon, cue in another round of obsessive talking in circles about S, mendacity on top (Ashley Anon was evidence enough of that and I have to say I was a bit surprised). This, and copying even my mannerisms - hence my complete disdain.
PS: Despina Vandi Anon, you have been waiting for a very long time and I hope you could forgive me for that. This week's audio will be for you. But now, onwards to some cookery. I always found it supremely relaxing for the brain.
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I MEANT TO POST THESE HERE BUT I FORGOT ... Anyway, have some designs for my latest obsession, EPIC the musical. The main art style inspiration was definitely "The Prince of Egypt" because that's the first style I thought of when I considered an animated adaptation of this story.
I might draw more characters eventually but these two are and have always been my favorites.
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While I took several creative liberties, I kept something that Jorge said about character designs because it's really cool: the fact that glowing elements symbolize gods or their influence. So I gave Odysseus, while he's still Athena's warrior, the bracelets and the belt (yes, he discards them after "My Goodbye" because, let's be real, that was more his goodbye than hers anyway; he wouldn't hold on).
Ginger Odysseus was not planned and neither was him having heterochromia but then I did it once and I could not unsee it anymore (one eye is green, symbolizing wisdom and insight, the other eye is gray, representing strength, firmness, and ruthlessness.) The full body is around Troy Saga, the top headshot is Cyclops Saga, and the bottom headshot is Thunder Saga (yes the fact that that headshot only shows his right side and his gray eye which represents his ruthless side among others is on purpose.)
For Athena, I took more liberties ... The silver/blue wasn't working for me, so I went with gold/purple instead. The mask headshot is important because I actually think this would be how she appears exclusively up until the end of "My Goodbye"; the full body is more Wisdom Saga/Telemachus era Athena (aka soft, emotionally vulnerable Athena.) Lots of glowing elements, lots of bright, imposing colors ... and lots of opportunities for her look to shift toward more human (same with Odysseus who is designed to be able to shift toward more ruthless/rugged.)
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I might post more sketches and random EPIC related art things soon because my obsession with this musical is FAR from over. I will probably be spamming these at one point, but that's just how it will be.
#epic the musical#epic the wisdom saga#epic the thunder saga#epic the underworld saga#epic the circe saga#epic the ocean saga#epic the cyclops saga#epic the troy saga#jorge rivera herrans#the oddyssey#odysseus#athena#teagan earley#epic fanart#own art
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a love note (and some fics)
Sometimes I wonder if there's really anything bigger out there - the universe, some kind of higher power, fate - and then I think about how extremely lucky I am that I became obsessed with a certain tv show and its characters at just the right time so that I could befriend someone who then introduced me to a particular book at exactly the right time to fall in love with those characters as well. And then, because of my need to have more of those characters, I went looking for more stories about them at exactly the right time to meet a group of people (some of them together, some of them later, but that doesn't matter) who would go on to become my friends.
There must be something, right? To bring together a group of people who live in five to seven different time zones depending on the time of year. To create my safest spaces on the internet. To share not just our love for a book and its characters, but parts of our lives with each other. To have them all wedge themselves into the soft spaces of my heart and never leave.
I've been thinking about this a lot over the last two weeks, because those people conspired and collaborated to gift me a collection of 10 incredible fics for a milestone birthday (tomorrow!) - even though some of them haven't written fic for months and months, or don't write for this fandom at all anymore, or have recently been finding it hard to make words work and finish fics, or are just plain busy with other projects and life. That they took the time to find and make words for me means everything and more đđ
I've been absolutely overwhelmed with love these past 10 days (probably to the surprise of no one, I have cried at every single fic drop and I'm crying writing this now). So, I want to share the wonderful fics that they've written for me with you all because it's the least I can do to pay it forward and they're objectively stellar fics. If you haven't come across them already then you should definitely add them to your to read lists/open tabs/MFL. Please show my friends some love and read their work.
The Rae of Sunshine! collection, in order of publication (with my very short summaries):
Take It Back (4.2K) by @three-drink-amy
Henry is the head chef at a French restaurant and there's one patron who keeps sending his dishes back. How can they resolve this?
Dick, Dick Dick (You Down) (10.2K) by @everwitch-magiks
Alex runs the craft services trailer on the set of actor!Henry's latest movie. Is he the only person who sees behind the façade?
A deceptively soft story, given the title.
Precious Love (1.3K) by floatingaway4
The fluffiest follow up to one of my favourite AUs Amigos y Migas (aka the food truck au).
Midnight ice cream (5.8K) by @the-amber-fox
Emotional support Cornettos? More likely than you think.
Make it Right (5.3K) by @three-drink-amy (that's right, Ally wrote me TWO FICS)
A rogue little Tarlos fic in amongst the firstprince - a post-season 1 canon divergence that sees TK working in a taco truck while he finds his feet.
a taste of life (7.4K) by @indomitable-love
A journey through Henry's life, told through food. (This one is not my summary, indomitablelove already summed it up perfectly)
Risotto + Melanzane + Dolce (a love story) (16.8K) by @villiageidiot
Alex starts working at an Italian restaurant and is terrible at his job. Somehow, Henry doesn't seem to mind.
Cursed is a State of Mind (WIP) by @welcometololaland & @dustratcentral
A 5 + 1 treatise on cursed coffee consumption.
12 Year Starter (6.6K) by @clottedcreamfudge
When Pez can't make it to Henry's Michelin-star birthday dinner, he arranges for Henry's friend, Alex, to take his place. Featuring CCF's signature banter and fun, and a menu that I wish was real.
Pour Your He(art) Out (WIP) by @athousandrooms
A 5+1 ode to latte art (featuring actual art!)
You can find the entire collection here on Ao3.
#rae gets sappy#i have the best friends#fandom friends are the best friends#rwrb fic rec#tarlos fic rec#rwrb fic#firstprince fic#red white & royal blue fic#tarlos fic#rae of sunshine
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picked up this book called 'murder your employee: the mcmasters guide to homicide vol 1' from my local bookstore and . Hmmm. am i hearing murder academy radiostatic au... (<- delusional)
quick rundown of the books setting (time period vaguely 1950s, before 1962 at the latest) is that there's this murder academy (i say that but its closer to a uni than a boarding school which is typically what i think of when i read academy) open to applicants of all ages to train their students to murder. the admissions fee is an extremely high price, but regular people can enter in via sponsorships (like scholarships, sort of, but its more like a specific rich person sponsoring the candidate). the students don't operate on a regular year by year schedule because 1) no one knows where the school is and thus cannot always tell even what season it is much less the month 2) students are informed of their graduation basically the day of, when the faculty decides theyre ready to leave and complete their thesis project (AKA the murder). anyway its a very fun book and so of course i had to be insane about its premise
For what it was worth, Alastor hadn't meant at all to end up studying at the Hazbin Institution for Homicide Practitioners.
Which, in fairness, was just a fancier way of saying that he hadn't meant to get caught.
It had been a situation entirely out of his control. For whatever reason, that night, the swamp had been especially difficult to navigate- even alone, much less with a bloodied and battered body slung over his shoulder, he's quite certain it would have been a struggle to work his way around the place. And while that had never been a problem the few dozen or so times he'd made the trek before (granted, they were without the actual body in his hands, but it didn't make much of a difference when he'd been carrying heavy sacks of sand to offset the weight), there was an unfortunate caveat in his plan.
He hadn't banked on being seen and followed by a truly infuriating pair of 'detectives' (though surely whatever idea they'd held of a detective was truly and fully siphoned from one of those insipid moving pictures his dear Mimzy was ever so obsessed with), and he hadn't expected to be offered a spot as a student at this... interesting facility.
The smiley man sitting in front of him nods emphatically as Alastor finishes his little cajoling speech. The nametag on his black and red suitjacket reads Dean Morningstar, and a half-poured cup of brandy sits on the side of his table. Alastor eyes the alcohol with interest, if only because looking anywhere else in the room might make him lose composure and attack the bothersome man sitting across from him.
"So, then... Mr. Hartfelt, is it true that your next target was to be your father?"
Alastor narrows his eyes at the dean. The room's atmosphere seems to drop as he holds his gaze, both of them wearing smiles that convey vastly different emotions. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to."
Of course, such a lousy comeback isn't tantamount to a proper argument (unless you're the type who enjoys messing with people, which Alastor is in all moments except this one) and the dean smiles when he realizes Alastor's slip up.
"See, you have an extremely generous patron backing you on your goal... not only to take down your father, who, by the way, seems to owe you quite a lot, considering your less than stellar upbringing and childhood, so good luck with that one, but also in relation to the other bodies that have been found half-submerged in the swamp." The little devil smiles merrily. "Sorry about that one, by the way. But we had to be sure you were a good candidate for our very highly revered course list. I mean... your sponsor is paying a lot of money to see you succeed, so... we had to be pretty thorough. Again, sorry, but it's just standard protocol."
Alastor clenches his jaw, feeling his eye twitch. He'd more or less tuned out whatever else Dean Morningstar had said after he admitted to resurfacing the already weeks old bodies in the swamp- Alastor's very first targets- as a means of... assessing him, apparently. "So you're the reason the bodies have started turning up in the bayou...?"
"Not entirely," Dean Morningstar shrugs, providing no further context. "In any case, this is sort-of a caught with pants down situation, I think. You don't have many options, Mr. Hartfelt. Either you stay as a student, or we let the truth out- and let your mother know first, before getting rid of you."
He grins sunnily at Alastor. "What will it be, young man?"
So, that was that.
Following that conversation (blackmailing session) Alastor finds himself being the unwitting recipient of a campus guide by the dean himself, who, despite his short stature and seemingly accomodating personality, had already managed to make himself an enemy in the form of one (1) incredibly vexed young radio host slash serial killer in the making.
"...And that's the Music Hall, where my vice-dean and most beloved wife holds her concerts and lectures on Murder, as a Fine Arts- you may notice the ingenious references there to one Mr. Thomas De Quincey, the famed opium eater of the 1800s London..." Alastor turns a blind eye to the dean as the man just kept on talking, choosing instead to focus on the surroundings instead of the urge to strangle the annoyance beside him.
The trip to the Hazbin Institution for Homicide Practitioners- a mouthful and an incredibly unnecessary one at that- had been less a trip to a school and more like a kidnapping, in which Alastor had been more or less blackmailed into going with the two detectives who'd found him in the bayou that day and then drugged to high hell from some sort of tampered liquor, then promptly deposited in front of the school gates and almost fed broken glass twice before nearly being poisoned and then having to sit through another blackmailing session with the Dean (the guy who'd tried to poison him in the first place). So... all in all, a rather unpleasant experience on his end.
Still, the scenery almost made up for it.
The campus was almost the size of his town back home, and towering gothic buildings from before his time populated the grounds. Signs in different languages were littered around the campus grounds, and exotic foliage grew in just the right places to make the patchwork of cobbled streets and oddly vintage buildings look uniform.
"Oh, Vox! How are you this afternoon?"
Alastor's attention is drawn back to the dean as the man greets a young man dressed in formal evening attire, complete with a pocket square boutonniere and sleek black gloves. The man in question has short-ish black hair, tied back into a small ponytail with a deep blue ribbon, and two striking eyes: one a glassy larimar blue and the other the deep brown of axinite gems. Alastor finds himself regarding the other while he and the dean make simple conversation. Something about him strikes him as familiar, though he can't quite put a finger on it exactly. "Going to the Music Hall, I presume?"
"That would be correct, Sir," Vox inclines his head respectfully. "Professor Leviathan asked us to dress for the occasion, since we would be doing another ballroom class."
"Ballroom class?" Alastor raises an eyebrow, and the man startles, seemingly not having noticed he was there. Rather inept for an assassin-to-be, Alastor frowns. Were these really the sorts of students they were training? Pretty-faced civilians knowing nothing of killing, who dressed up in evening gather for afternoon classes?
"A-ah, yes..." Vox looks off to the side, seemingly nervous. His cheeks redden slightly, like a child caught in the act of stealing candy. "Uh. You're new here, right? I haven't seen you around before..."
"He is," Dean Morningstar confirms, beaming. "Just arrived this morning, with a very generous sponsor backing him. In fact, he's going to be rooming at Pride House because of the sponsor!"
"Oh, is that so?"
Vox's easy confidence seems to come back to him as he turns to Alastor, seemingly mollified by the Dean's interference. Something inside of Alastor wants to see the man nervous again, if only because the uneasy approach of the man with the gemstone eyes reminded him of the shaky-footed does he would fake out during hunts. "Well, in that case, we might be roommates. It's nice to meet you, Mister...?"
"Hartfelt. Alastor Hartfelt," Dean Morningstar says before Alastor can introduce himself, smiling even when Alastor directs a glare at the man. "He's quite the upstart, I'll have you know- Hell, I think he may have set more fires on his first day here than you did!"
Vox chuckles awkwardly, a reaction that has Alastor's eyebrows raising with curiosity. "Well, I'd sure hope not. I really wouldn't want to cause Professor Leviathan any more trouble than we already have. He deserves a bit of a break from troublemakers like us, I'd say."
While Alastor is... okay, not really all that sure what exactly Dean Morningstar was referring to with 'fires started'- in his case, they were all non literal, considering his first arrival here had ended with him on the wrong end of a shotgun (its irony was not lost to him now, three hours later and standing in the middle of what looked to be a town square plucked straight out of Vienna's bustling populace despite the fact that they were in a location completely unknown to the rest of the world)... but whatever this man had done... it intrigued him, especially given Vox's reaction to it.
"Anyway..." Vox smiles once more, inclining his head in a bow. "I really do have to get going now. If I don't, I'm afraid I may be late, and Professor Asmodeus always picks on the latecomers to answer questions first."
"Ah, we won't keep you any longer, then," Dean Morningstar agrees genially. "Have a good afternoon, Mister Vanhal!"
"You too, Dean Morningstar, Mister Hartfelt," Vox bows once more, before turning off and heading in the direction of the Music Hall. Alastor regards the other man's retreating silhouette carefully.
"Is there something you want to say, young man?" Dean Morningstar snaps him out of his reverie, covering the faint smirk on his face with a gloved hand.
While Alastor wishes he could simply meet the other with simple derision, there is a question he had been meaning to ask. "What was the evening get up for?"
Dean Morningstar shrugs, but there's a glint of something Alastor doesn't quite like in his eyes. "Why don't you go and ask Vox yourself, if you're so interested?"
"...I'm surprised your staff haven't tried to murder you yet," Alastor responds shortly. He's much too tired and frustrated to entertain the man, and- well, frankly put, his mind is a little distracted at the moment at the thought of the man with the mismatched eyes.
Dean Morningstar laughs. "They're certainly welcome to try, as are you. After all, you're now a student of the Hazbin Instution for Homicide Practitioners- and we pride ourselves on our hands-on, engaging curriculum. Hopefully, your sponsor finds what they're looking for by sending you here."
"Hopefully," Alastor agrees. After all, there's nothing else to say: from here on out, it seems to be do or die.
Student Report written with input and conference from Dean Lucifer Morningstar
Student: Alastor Hartfelt, 29 years old, Sponsor
Sponsor: [REDACTED]
To the esteemed and generous sponsor of one Mister Alastor Hartfelt,
Enclosed is a report of your charge's first day at our esteemed institution. Please dispose of this report as soon as you are finished reading it for privacy insurances. We at the Hazbin Institution for Homicide Practitioners thank you for your interest and your patronage.
Sincerely, Dean Lucifer Morningstar.
#oops i got a bit carried away with this one#ill be honest i originally noticed the book because it sounded like something mk would like#and then i had to purchase it because the cashier didnt have any change for me when i was purchasing the 7 husbands of evelyn hugo . So.#i mean i dont regret it i guess ill just wait for the next volume#btw for anyone interested in why vox dressed in evening wear is for the ballroom dancing occasion + gloves can be used to hide prints#its a rule in the book to always be dressed for the occasion. or well not a rule but like . a general guide for when youre committing murde#also im duly aware of the fact that they call it deleting and not murdering but thats just soooo fucking stupid im not calling it deleting#i am also aware of the fact fhat they are not training serial killers at mcmasters but this is hazbin and u know what#they Can train serial killers. as a treat#ran rambles#radiostatic#hazbin hotel#chai writes#the hazbin institution for homicide practitioners
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I am unrepentantly garrulous about my obsession with the Sam Pancake Presents the Monday Afternoon Movie podcast, in which our effervescent host disinters and forensically (and hilariously) analyzes ultra-kitsch unloved made-for-TV movies from the seventies and eighties. In his latest installment Pancake is joined by guest Andrew Hopf to discuss freaky 1973 ABC thriller Scream, Pretty Peggy. (The weirdly un-tantalizing tagline âA pretty co-edâs part-time job leads to a bizarre pay-off!â barely hints at what an oddity this movie is). The titular Peggy (played by Sian Barbara Allen) is a hopelessly naĂŻve and gauche mooncalf-type who takes a housekeeping job at the Elliott family mansion presided over by sculptor son Jeffrey (Ted Bessell â aka Marlo Thomasâ fiancĂ© Donald from That Girl!) and fearsome gorgon-like alcoholic mama Mrs. Elliott (special guest star Bette Davis, pictured. Wait until you hear Pancakeâs Davis impression). If Peggy wasnât so damn unworldly, alarm bells would be ringing. Jeffreyâs menacing satanic sculptures are clearly the expression of a troubled psyche. Then thereâs the conspicuously absent mysterious sister Jennifer everyone keeps referring to. âShe went to Europe, I think,â Mrs. Elliott explains not very convincingly. âYes. Europe.â What follows is heavily (and I mean HEAVILY) indebted to Alfred Hitchcockâs Psycho. For Davis completists, Scream is a must. This dates from her wilderness years when her opportunities were limited to obscure films no one saw (like Connecting Rooms (1970), Bunny OâHare (1971) and The Scientific Cardplayer (1972)) and flop TV pilots (The Judge and Jake Wyler (1972), Madame Sin (1972). Davis is on ferocious hagsploitation form here and her delivery of the line âI fell. Iâm sorry. Iâm afraid. Iâve. Broken. My. LEGâ alone makes this gem worth catching. (Scream, Pretty Peggy used to be viewable on YouTube (thatâs where I watched it years ago) but has since been deleted. It IS available on DVD and Blu-ray as of 2021). Â
#scream pretty peggy#bette davis#made for tv movies#made for tv movie#kitsch#camp#sam pancake#sam pancake presents the monday afternoon movie#hagsploitation#lobotomy room#thriller#horror movie#psycho killer#bad taste#shock value#queer#vintage sleaze
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Iâd like to thank @llamagoddessofficial and @aka-indulgence for filling my maladaptive daydreams
Had to sketch my latest obsession- Horror Sans from aka-indulgence fic âStayâ and hmf!Sans by both mentioned above <3
#I blame yâall writers for my obsessions#I seriously cannot stop help me#how do I function as a normal society member#Horror still best boy#hmf sans#horrortale sans#my art
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