#and given that the drive versions are..........three years out of date.

[keendaanmaa]

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[moondirti]

DOUBLE RAPTURE

MIGUEL O'HARA x F!READER x ALT! MIGUEL

「 Toasted, every atom in you blistering hot, knocking into each other repeatedly. It’s the buzz at the end of a cigar, embers burning, flickering down to concrete in coughs of ash. You’re both the fire and its aftermath, moaning breathlessly for all that you’re supposed to be in charge. 

And tonight – stuck between two men who don’t look, but are, each other – nothing can tamp your flame. 」

summary: after apprehending an anomaly who turns out to be an alternate version of your husband, you indulge in your filthiest fantasy.

explicit (18+) | 6.3k words | part two warnings: pure smut, pwp, THREESOME, cunnilingus, squirting, throat-fucking, blowjobs, unprotected p-in-v, anal, double penetration, tummy/throat bulge, younger miguel is submissive, spitting, cum swallowing, hair pulling, mild degradation, possessiveness, tooth-rotting fluff, every kink under the moon tbh

In truth, it comes naturally. 

Your Miguel – older, blunt around once serrated edges, wisps of grey streaking dark tresses – sits to the side. He fosters a tumbler in one grip, half-full with amber liquid. Scotch whiskey, neat; you’d poured the drink to give yourself something to do while waiting. It’ll help, you insisted. An outlet to sip on, or a loud-enough warning when set on the adjacent tea table. 

Now, you see that it was more for your sake than his. 

He’s entirely collected for someone watching another man’s hands run along his wife’s body. They pushed your shirt off a while ago, hurried to behold your covered form. You’re laying in your bra, breasts heaving while kisses trail down your stomach, nipping the sensitive skin there – and still, all you can focus on is him. Your Miguel, scrutinising the rush the man is in with disapproval glimmering on carmine eyes. If this whole thing hadn’t been his suggestion, you would’ve sworn the look was meant to kill. 

Because he likes to take his time with you. It hasn’t always been that way. Ages ago, following your premiere date, you fucked for the first time in a motel he rented, both your apartments’ farther than he would’ve liked to drive. But, again, he’s older now. Seasoned. There’s a heavy ring decorating your finger that winks reassuringly at him, three carats for the three year anniversary he proposed on. It amplifies the truth each hour you wear it – he is yours, you are his, and you’ve all the time in the world to do with each other as you please. 

Your third for the night is unfamiliar with the dynamic. 

(Though of course, it makes sense for him to be.)

You have to remind yourself of the fluid lines that mark each component of this little fantasy. They waver and wobble, bleeding into one another sometimes like wet ink on parchment. It’s hard to decipher the words they spell out when trapped in thick, indulgent lust – your legs spread to allow the man room as he moves down your body. But it’s even harder to ignore the way your skin burns with the intensity of your husband’s careful contemplation. It singes, redefining those exact perimeters for you:

One, and the most important given your suggestion, is that this will never leave your room. It’s not distrust that keeps it rigid – rather, a shared concern for the integrity of the multiverse. Your Miguel is all too aware of the dire consequences it could face should the rule be broken. You are too. It only narrows down to the partner occupying your bed and his naivete to it all. 

Two; to use the safewords established beforehand. You’re infamous for losing yourself to pleasure, the habit bordering on a dangerous degree. It’s why Miguel is watching, to ensure things start correctly. He’s piqued and ready to stop it should the man not understand your limits.

(However unlikely. Currently, you’re the one establishing them.)

The third – the one you have a particularly complicated time grasping – is that ‘the man’ in question is no stranger at all. In fact, it’s instinct to touch him in the same way you’re used to, your mind adequately fooled everytime you look at him. A full head of brown hair – albeit, cropped shorter than your voyeur’s, a fade in at his ears. Young skin, which you strain to notice is devoid of the crows’ feet you adore. Yes, he’s smoother, like time had taken sandpaper to your model and buffed out all his worn edges, but he’s still…

Miguel. 

(Though he urged you to call him Mig, entirely oblivious to the subtle cringe that’d crossed your husbands expression. That nickname is one you hardly resort to. He’s revealed a hatred for it. 

Another cue, then, that they are not one in the same). 

So, it comes naturally because you’ve spent so long in this exact space. Dusk flooding your home in plum hues, the colour of a berry ripe with rot. Overhead lights off, golden lamps projecting sensual shadows on white sheets. Your face warm with alcohol and your panties pushed to the side by a hero named O’Hara, whose palms are large and dry but a burning furnace on gooseflesh. 

The younger one, Mig, is not yet a hardened vigilante. He’s new to the game – DNA spliced with spider essence only seven months ago. In that time, he worked out his own method of inter-dimensional travel, tortured genius that he is. Hopped between worlds until, eventually, he blipped on your radar. You’d been sent to process the anomaly whose personhood you were unaware of, only to come face to face with a twenty-something version of your beloved. 

There’s no room for bias in the delicate scale of the universe. He’d found himself locked with other transgressors of his pedigree. Miguel – yours – was vehemently opposed to the notion of him joining spider society, uncomfortably affluent in his past recklessness. He knows, better than everyone else; it’s a security risk, letting in a spider-man so inexperienced. 

You think that it’s projection. That, and a recognition of the way his mirror couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off you. 

(A flattering notion for all you refused to believe it. You’re about ten years his senior – surely, he’d have better prospects on his Earth. But you asked, perhaps to hearten any overprotectiveness that could manifest itself as risk.

Something wrong, Mig? 

He only looked at you behind the red laser field entrapping him, a small smile on his face. No. Nothing. You’re just different back home.) 

That was before. Before he embodied the exact enthusiasm Miguel had been afraid of, spearing your cunt with his tongue, his scalp no doubt aching under your relentless hold. He hums his encouragement despite it, begging you to direct him the way you please. At least he acknowledges his cluelessness – you can almost hear from the other side of the bedroom, acumen pulsing amidst heady air. Most men wouldn’t, their egos great fragile beasts. To have gotten around before might embellish their history with competent, but no one’s ever truly an expert on someone new. 

Mig doesn’t pretend otherwise. He’s keen to learn. 

That is the difference that encouraged this whole tryst. 

“Unfurl your tongue, Mig. You’re focusing too much on– Oh.” Your hips buck, shoving closer to the mouth that does just as you say. He laps your heated core with spittle-drenched dexterity, combing between puffy lips. “That’s it. F-fuck… Just. Just don’t stop.” 

The praise does well for him. He looks up at you, reverent – pupils not red, but black with the shadows his long lashes cast. You brush back locks that fall upon his forehead, affording him a better view of the effects he’s wrought. A thin layer of sweat clings to your flesh, gleaming with the fading sun outside. In your peripheral – framed gorgeously by the wall-wide window – it dips below the horizon, nebulous. Blurry on orange clouds. 

Pinned under observation and a feverish assault, you feel much the same. Toasted, every atom in you blistering hot, knocking into each other with novel speed. It’s the buzz at the end of a cigar, embers burning, flickering down to concrete in coughs of ash. You’re both the fire and its aftermath, moaning breathlessly for all that you’re supposed to be in charge. 

And tonight – bouncing between two men who don’t look like, but are, each other – the feeding of the flame goes untamed. 

You find that’s the cause for it. There’s nothing to cling onto for purchase, the one anchor in this equation seated on his leather armchair, ankle on knee, content in watching you soar to uncharted skies on the chin of another. Your head flops uselessly to the side, scanning him once more. 

There’s a tricky look to him, suspended on two lines of equal measure. You can tell he wants to join, to take control of the exploit and direct it how he sees fit. Perhaps it’s regret. Yet the pronounced mass in his trousers speaks to the contrary. Miguel palms it, testing his endurance by keeping his touch above cloth, rounding back once his heel presses its end. The sight catalyses your delirium; the knowledge that he, your dedicated husband, is tender with rushed blood and idle about it. Waiting for an opportune moment. 

When you reach out an arm in his direction, you hope he takes it as one. Mig sucks your weeping cunt in a symphony of lewd noises, as though he’s trying to push the grace he’s been granting. Slurp. Tracing the perimeter of your slit, revelling in the way it clicks at his ministrations. Squelch. Nose driving into your clit, so hard you suspect he’s trying to bury himself there. 

It only calls to your lips, how dry they feel. You’re parched of the one thing he chose to forgo, marking it as off-limits based on some arbitrary ideal. You don’t assume you understand it, instead wiggling your fingers – come here – at your husband. He skips over the grabby hands, devouring your bitten pout and droopy lashes, weighing them in his head. 

“Mi vida.” You plea, voice pitched high and winded. The glass’s bottom glints with the last swill of his drink. He knocks it back before rising – sweeping towards you, tantalisingly slow. 

Mig shoves your knees higher, practically folding you in half. Your hamstrings stretch with the motions, sending molten spasms to your core – that which he continues to eat out. He’s now doubtlessly coated with your juices, but he doesn’t relent, tracing messy patterns on the sweet spot he managed to pinpoint without your help. You’re reduced to a sore bruise, egged on with every poke and prod. Pleasure swells with blood, clogging burst capillaries. Delicate. Inflamed; deliciously so. You give him a validating pat on the head while a free hand wraps around your Miguel, ironing his waist as he ducks down to your lips. 

All three of you are on the bed now. You can’t begin to process the depravity of it all, the way things suddenly become hot and bursting and real. No – you’re much too enthralled by the rough kiss you’re pulled into. It’s dominating and tastes like smoked oak. Honey and faint vanilla where his tongue traces your fauces. The flavours batters you into something vapid, stupid, until the older man has to cup the back of your neck to keep you from sinking. 

Intoxicated – you thought you’d be familiar with it by now, how wholly he consumes you, but there’s a power imbued in his approach that has you struggling to keep up. It’s all you can do to keep moving your mouth against his, gathering the material of his shirt to pinion yourself. 

He’s got a stubble that colours his jaw in grey, the stalks of it grazing your nose and flaying you raw. It leaves you feeling sunburnt, dazed yet still pushing forward, like the balm for relief can be found at the back of his throat. That’s something else, you note, flicking your observation over to the face between your thighs. Mig keeps himself clean shaven, a youthful shine to his complexion, no peppered hair to obstruct it. Without it, you can clearly see the way his high cheekbones curve inward, hollowing out as they lead down to a pronounced chin. Charming, especially as it shoves between the globes of your ass to make room for his continued efforts. 

You’re close, so close. A dam about to burst with centuries worth of water and–

“Need help, corazón?” Miguel whispers, nudging your nose so you can look back at him. Your response comes in the form of a stuffy whimper, nodding minutely. What exactly he means by help, you’re not sure, but his double seems to understand, breaking the smallest bit away to whine a protest.

“That’s offens–” 

“Get back to licking her cunt before I change my mind about you being here.” Your husband orders, glowering when the reprimand seems to create the opposite of its intended effect. Mig grins wickedly, a cocky aura about him as he obeys. Just as he’s about to make contact again, his gaze catches yours. The subsequent wink he gives is a warning – loud and bleary and smug – preparing you for when he dives back in with a vengeance, plunging into your hole with that cursed muscle that runs like velvet.

The air pinches from your lungs, squealing on its way out. Your toes curl and your muscles tense and then Miguel directs your face back down with thick fingers, steering you by your cheeks. Your lips pucker, mouth unhinging at the silent command the action echoes. Tongue flattening, you prepare yourself for the little dance you’ve trekked a hundred times before – thankful, in some part, that he’s doing it to ground you. 

When he spits – hawking, a dense glob concentrated with scotch – onto an expectant palette, you suppress the devilish narrowing of your eyes. It’s almost habit to reflect his countenance, looking down with fondness and pride at the control you exhibit. Because you don’t swallow, not immediately. You wait for him to kiss you again, to gather the slaver and push it behind your molars with reinforced passion. And he does. Of course he does – that and so much more as he places claim to the hole that is solely his for tonight. You hardly notice when his clutch leaves you, skimming down to unclasp your bra. 

Not when your breasts jerk free, nipples pocking at the shift in temperature.

Not as he squeezes each, tugging at their peaks until they’re fully erect. 

Or even while he tickles the line of your abdomen, following the same path his counterpart did, smoothing over aggressive bite marks. 

It’s only when you break away for great, gluttonous breaths of air – your vision blurring with hypoxia – and Miguel reaches two digits to your fattened clit, do you finally run up to speed. It’s a little too late, though, because he presses down and escalates your delight to unprecedented heights. Enough to see stars – enough to scream the loudest you have in a long while, so that all your appeals are fully unintelligible but available for the world to hear. 

“FUCK! Oh my– Fuck, s-shit, shit…” You cry, tears finally breaking the tension at your waterline and running in an unending sequence. “B-both of y-yo– Ah! So good. I’m–”

Mig moans, sending vibrations right to the tightening ball of pressure in your gut. He’s snowballed his efforts, drinking you in with a sincerity. Specifically targeted is the spongy wall of tissue on the upside of your mound, suffering his battery and singing for it. String-plucked and pedal-pressed symphonies, composing a viscosity within you that sloshes behind your orgasm. Yes, he adds to it, but the fingertips rubbing you with bullish ferocity are going to break what’s holding it all back. You feel– know it. 

Using your hair to hold your head in place, Miguel utters a string of debauched nothings onto your lower lip, face pressed close to yours. They’re quiet enough that even you have trouble catching them, your ears ringing with rising alarm. But you sense the way his breath blows, what shapes it creates, how it twines – and that fills in every gap for you. The intimacy manages to speak to the truth, despite all the degrading dirty talk. 

“You like that, you filthy fucking thing?” Groaning, your husband increases his speed, goading you faster. There are crushing hands on your hips, and another wound into your scalp, pulling it taut. “So insatiable that you need two men to help make you cum, huh? Do you think you can?” 

“Yes, yes, yes please. Please,” The very implication that he might stop before you do inspires unruly desperation. Your hips, arms, head – they all thrash in unison. “I wanna– I want to cum, Miguel, for the love of everything! Please!” 

He slaps your clit in warning. The blow sends you reeling into a hush, so much so that you stop moving immediately, secretly wishing he’d do it again. To divert your energy, you stare right into his pupils, which shine with burgeoning playfulness. “You will, dirty girl. You’ll wish you didn’t though.” 

“W–” 

“Oye, wide eyes.” He turns to Mig, who's been curiously watching the display, jaw still moving against you. He unhooks under the attention, blinking rapidly. “Mouth wide open. You’ll want to catch every drop.” 

He returns to strokes you in circles – furious, fervent. It’s a screw to the cork, twisting forcefully to combat the tension it’s working to release. You squeal, screech, do just about anything except contract your body like you’re compelled to do. You leave yourself loose, watching as Mig registers what’s about to happen, following orders and transforming into a receptacle for it. His fangs peak from behind swollen lips. 

All you’re able to think about, plastered to this pane of double rapture, is how they don’t seem to retract. Permanent, unlike your Miguel – a fixture in his gums. 

And then the dam shatters. Implodes, actually – collapsing into itself until it’s a small particle floating out with the deluge. You can hear it, the rush of fluid squirting from you. Consistently, pouring into the puddle the younger man happily gathers. He beams with satisfaction and looks so much like your husband, who does the same, brushing tears off your wrecked face. 

With a core still convulsing, caught in the reverberant throes of pleasure, you’re mentally spent. Drained for every dime you’re worth and still wholly aware of the promise he made, flipping it over in your head. Again, and again, until it loses impact and dissolves from the impending future. For all you try, though, he holds power over you – even in memory.

You’ll wish you didn’t. 

Mig sits up, crouched on his haunches. Chest bare of everything – including the curls that span your husbands’ – and in just his boxers, you can’t help but focus on either one of two things. His maw, pulled in a downward smile and soaked with clear slick, a concoction of saliva and your fluid dripping from where his canines poke out. But you find that it fills you with unwieldy humiliation to behold, so you fall onto the next. 

Which just so happens to be his erection, trapped and throbbing from behind navy cotton confines. The head of it peaks above his waistband, purple and dribbling with pre-spend. It’s created a wet spot that grows larger by the second, and your humility is replaced by guilt for the poor thing. 

Miguel, cooing in faux sympathy, swoops to caress the shell of your ear with his sinful proposal. 

“What do you say, cariño? Want us to fuck you silly?” 

Your hole squeezes around nothing, empty, speaking with a will of its own. He hears it, because of course he does – he’s in tune with everything about you – and manoeuvres you onto your stomach. By mere muscle memory alone, you get on wobbly knees, presenting your rear to the ecstatic man behind you. 

And, your husband… Well–

He squeezes between your face and the headboard, tree-trunk thighs stretching out on either side of you. There’s a huge wedge in his pants, not at full size yet but stiff regardless, suffocated by time and space. Your mouth waters, appetite returning far too rapidly for how distant it seemed mere seconds ago. 

“Beautiful, hermosa.” Mig groans, spreading your ass to get a proper view of the way your pussy drips for him. A quick glance back provides you with a lovely picture. Him, positively captivated with your holes – both of them, it appears, based on the way his thumb grazes over your tighter clench. “Can’t wait to feel you on me.” 

His cock is out, too, briefs shoved under the sack at the end of his length. You take it all in like it’s the first time – despite the many traits he shares with Miguel. Fat, darker than the rest of him that gleams bronze even at night. Though rooted on a crop of tangled hair, whereas his alternate self prefers it trimmed short. When he strokes himself, anticipative, you note the mushroomed head. Circumcised. 

An impish idea suddenly crosses your mind. Succumbing to it, you arch your back, knocking your behind on him. The action traps the appendage between you and his pelvis, and to add insult to injury, you wiggle around until it slots between your cheeks. Mig’s face screws up, close-knit, his hands scrambling for purchase on your rolling hips. 

Something slaps your cheek. Grinning, you turn back to Miguel, his dick now extricated from its prison. The heft of it sways, tapping your nose and fluttering eyelids, so damn heavy that you cringe when it approaches. Two veins pop up from the smooth skin stretched along him, branching down to his frenulum, the spot you choose to start. 

Your tongue runs along it, lathering the plump seams on your journey to the top. His nerve endings are mainly reduced to his head – unlike Mig, who’s still moaning as you grind across his length – so you stay there, particularly concentrated on the edge and the valley it creates. Your temples warm with the gentle cradle of two large hands, piloting you on your trip around his cock. 

He smells like home – an ambrosial mix of leather and sweat, the backseat of his car where he fucked you on valentines. It’d been raining, windows made misty by passing fog, city colours painted on the grey wash. You’d teased him all day with a lack of panties and suffered for it, practically choked on pleasure, nothing on but a new pendant necklace. 

Right now, you’re stuck in a parallel state. You can’t breath under the leaden attention of both him and his mirror, doing your best to keep sucking and grinding regardless of your dwindling strength. It’s difficult, difficult to divide yourself and satisfy them both, but fuck do you want to. More than anything, you’d kill to see them come undone in your holes – simultaneously, in some unlikely reverie. Pumped full of cum and praise by double the man you love most. Your tummy lurches with nauseous desire, teeth separating as you take Miguel into your mouth. 

Peering up at him, if only to experience the way he loses control. But creases fold between his brow, reading your expression just as well. Without rush or need for brawn, he pulls the responsibility from under you, assigning it to himself by propelling into your trap, all in one go. He grates along the texture of your palette, cleaving your tonsils, and finally settling deep in your throat, triggering a series of ugly gags. To quiet down, you grip your thumb in a fist, focusing not on your lack of air but on contracting your throat around his tip. 

“Are you going to fuck her or continue to rut like a dog in heat?” Your husband bites at Mig, ever self-critical. The latter man sucks in a challenging huff, patting your waist as he withdraws to centre his cock between your folds. He wags it until it catches on the divet of your cunt, hot and surging with natural slick. 

Then, just when you think you can’t bear it any longer, he pushes in. 

“Ghmmngf!” You cry, forced forward onto Miguel’s breadth, coughing out the saliva and pre-spend that threaten to smother you. Nose smooshing to his groyne as the other bottoms out, sheathed fully within you. You swear you can feel him in your guts, silently praising whatever taught him how to make most of your narrow space. 

Like they’ve practised telepathy their whole life, both men dip to feel themselves through your body. Mig presses a sturdy hand to your stomach, positioned right at your mound where he protrudes outwards, admiring the visible bulge he creates in you. Similarly, his older counterpart cradles your neck, pinching the sides that expand and retract with the pistoning of his hips. He fucks your gullet slow, fast, and back to slow again – amused with the pace he can discern in more ways than one. 

If your eyes hadn’t been rolled to the back of your head, you’d be blinded instead by a pool of blissful tears. They bubble up uncontrollably, wetting the cheeks already glazed with almost every other bodily fluid. You’re ravished, cock dumb times two. Your cunt is stretched to its limits, sucking your paramour in with vacuum-like violence, the gravity of it equatable to the sun.

Or, no–

Not the sun. 

Something a hundred times larger, nearing the end of its life. With every rock of your body, it runs out of hydrogen, draining the last dregs of fuel before eventually caving in on itself, transforming into an infinitely dense mass. It happens in your core, Mig’s bruising pace only exacerbating the strain, contracting smaller and smaller. Boundlessly so, enough to brush off as you snake a hand down to your clit, tapping the sensitive bud, testing its reactivity. 

When you flick it, though, you’re drawn back into the dip of spacetime. It’s inescapable, the one fixed point in all this mess, imminent for all your ragdoll self tries to delay it. The room pounds with sex, the scent of it accompanying every particle, reducing air to balmy filth that acts as a catalyst in your undoing. 

Impossible. You know it’s impossible to acquaint yourself with the sensation of being filled on both ends. Despite it, you try. You claw onto what little authority you have, pushing past your clit to graze your nails on a pair of swinging balls. They’re full and drooping, slapping your thighs as their owner humps your cunt. 

“Keep doing that. Fuck, fuc– mierda, feels so good. Yersotight. Soft. Soft and… ah, small.” Mig babbles, bowing over your form to kiss the dip between your shoulder blades. Your teeth graze the cock ramming your craw, an unconscious tick that has your husband tugging your hair in admonishment. “Hermosa– s’okay if I? Gonna… gonna cum.” 

“Mmnmgh–”

“Not so fast.” Miguel says, tugging you off him at once. It causes the both of you teetering over the edge, to groan, something overtaking all executive functions and compelling you to listen. The lull finds Mig slipping out, unable to hold himself back should he spend another moment filling your pussy. 

You’re carried upward, manhandled off elbows and knees, to straddle your husband’s lap, facing a wide chest with pecs as comforting as pillows. When did he take off his shirt? Your vision swims, crossing, oscillating with the unexpected motion – until, well, it doesn’t, stopping as your forehead finds solace on the dip beneath Miguel’s clavicle. It’s a reassuring change, your brain rewiring into safety mode given the fact that, when you cum again – however overstimulating – you’ll be within the arms that have always expertly navigated it before. 

And he’s warm, an ever-raging bonfire that licks your breasts and pebbled nipples, heat penetrating your bones to seep into your heart. Your marrow follows soon after, melting into a potion of desire and relief, especially when his far more familiar cock replaces the void left by Mig.

“Wide eyes.” The older one calls. 

“Did–” Said man stutters, shuffling closer. “Hope I didn’t hurt you, pretty.” 

“Hngh… ‘Course n-not, Miggy. We’ve safeee– words, rmmbr?” You grunt, reaching a hand behind you to hold onto his bigger one, squeezing it for added reassurance. “My ass, tho-eahh. Please.”

“You’re– You’re being for real. Seriously?” He asks, rising hope evident in his tone. “Have you ever done it before?” 

“Of course she has.” Miguel interrupts, rolling his hips instead of bouncing your tired body on him. “First drawer on your right.”

You laugh when the mattress wobbles, sheets tangling beneath his hurried scramble. The bottle of lube is almost empty, bought spontaneously during your honeymoon to Cabo. Your then newly-wed wanted to indulge your fantasy of anal on the beach, tucked away on a private cove he’d found just for the occasion. It’s been a vice ever since, just like all things with him. You’re addicted to the man, flat-out, scratching to get your fix whenever possible. However possible.

And, of course – due to a devastating soft spot that makes it hard for him to begrudge you anything  – you now have two. 

Mig spurts a substantial amount onto his hand, rubbing it on his dick and the ring of muscle it faces. Two digits thrust into you, exploring your elasticity, scissoring to make room for a much larger insertion. The man seated balls deep in your cunt kneads your flesh; obsessed with the chub around your waist, thighs, your cheeks especially, pulling them apart to make this whole ordeal easier. 

Not that you necessarily need it, being used to it by now – though you preen under the attentiveness regardless. Your ego is a drowsy cat, tucked under a patch of sunlight, purring as its heavily pet all over. Muscles lax, borderline liquid as you moan with the training your rear clench receives. More lube is added when the previous pour dries up, shoved into the spasming sphincter, accompanying every lewd ministration used to loosen it. 

You gasp, loosening and wet. When fingers exchange for a dick that’s packed, solid as steel, Miguel captures you into another teeming kiss. It’s to occupy you through the temporary pain, you know, suckling your tongue into his mouth with a gentleness unbecoming of your current lechery. The pressure soon subsides, ebbing and waning to an easier to manage fullness. 

Fuck. You’re plugged on both ends, twin lengths driving into you, stroking each other through the thin wall separating your rectum from your vagina. Initially, they keep the same pace, working in tandem to strike and pull out at similar times – but the task is demanding. It prevents them from fully forfeiting to euphoria. Their nature soon takes over, a novel motley of priorities wrenching you apart. 

Miguel goes unrushed, sybaritic, fucking you in waves of doughy passion. He knocks against your g-spot, groaning at the way you flounder. The system unspools a little emotional well, tugging heartstrings until you bite his collar to quell your wails. He’s dedicated, a professional in the trade of you; his cielita – the term of endearment mumbled on your temple, lips pressed there in a perpetual kiss. 

And Mig– 

Bless him. 

He’s unhinged, ravished by the feeling of your gummy walls flexing around him. Consistently refreshing the lube that makes it possible, petrified at the notion that this could perhaps stop, doing all he can to counter it. His method is rough, fast, pelvis smacking your plush behind – of which Miguel has long since let go of. There’s emotion in the way he behaves too; a wild, unspoken, behemoth thing, like he’s been waiting his whole life for this. Not the anal, but you, specifically, panting in his embrace. 

(‘You’re just different back home.’)

Your husband might’ve been too quick to judge. If what you suspect is true – which it likely is, an assumption based on an inextricable fondness you’d felt when you first saw the younger man, like you were made to love every version him, in every timeline – then his haste is not innocent clumsiness, but a more dangerous prospect. Desperation. Crestfallen, degenerate desperation. He hadn't the chance to feel any of you before tonight, for one melancholic reason or another. 

“M’not… w-won’t last long, beautiful.” He whispers between pecks, peppering them across your nape.

“N-No, me neither.” Whimpering, you twist to scrutinise his tousled appearance. “Want you to cum in me. Fill me so I sp-spend days scooping you out. D-Don’t wanna fo… Need to remember this.” 

“Fuck… you can’t talk like that and– and expect me not to embarrass m-myself.” 

“Isn’t she something,” Miguel joins, smoothing the stray baby hairs away from your sticky forehead, callused fingers grazing deliciously across sweaty skin. It’s now that you choose to regard their voices, the subtle variations between the two. One deeper than the other – smoked with a prominent accent that jumps at the end of every syllable. “Filthy, dirty little girl. We could stay like this ‘till tomorrow and she’d have no problem. Would bounce on our cocks until she milks us dry.” 

“Y’probably need it to keep you in shape– Hmnff!” Is how Mig strangles, cut off as you convulse around his thrusting length. The mass returns, settled in your cunt – a star verging on supernovae level catastrophe, about to implode while they participate in a literal dick measuring contest. 

“Watch it, wide eyes.” 

“Shuuu… shutup, shtp!” You keen, falling back on the chest of your paramour while Miguel fondles – slaps – your tits, mesmerised by the way they jiggle, your entire body jostled as their fat cocks jam you full.

“Is my girl going to cum?” One says. You can’t tell which, eyes squeezed shut, though you don’t think Mig would dare use that pronoun. My. Not in good conscience, not when he didn’t kiss you for fear that it’d be crossing a boundary.

“I swear I’ll burst if you squirt again.” 

“Don’t expect too much from her in this state.” The trigger to it all, that aching bundle of nerves mashed against your husband’s pubes, starts buzzing with electric urgency. You brace yourself for the lightning, the shock. “Silly thing, can’t begin to form words let alone ideas. Look at me, corazón. What do we say?” 

You don’t know. You can’t care. No flying fucks exist outside the devastating wreck that’s about to transform you, squalling loud and shrill from every organ that still retains its function. Heart fluttering like a baby bird’s wings. Lungs depressing into shrivelled cavities. Soreness gnaws on your cervix, abused by successive thrusts. Your bones feel like mush, macerated under mortar and pestle and dissolved in blood.

It’s coming, that celestial calamity.

Mig agrees, gasping. “I’m gonna–” 

“Oye. What do we say?” Miguel exhorts, catching your glassy-eyed stare with his. 

The former man barks your name, completely winded. Your asshole jerks on his cock, which twitches inside of you, ready to blow. Sopping with lube and pre-spend, spit and your own slick, you can’t control the syphoning noises your holes make, blubbering on the cocks that split you apart. 

It’s then the words finally find you – manners that your husband insists on. 

“Pleeaase.” You cry.

“Fuck!” 

Thick spurts of fluid coat your insides, wrung from the man behind you. His cum is blistering, burning the thin layer between him and Miguel – who surprisingly, given the control he’s exhibited thus far, follows suit, pumping you full of his seed. Your womb and rectum, the puffy folds and rim that try to keep it all in – are all frosted with pearlescent spend. Heady and dripping, staining a depraved mess on every crevice between your legs. Gross globs of it caking you, your skin barely visible anymore.

The thought alone – of two men’s essence, beckoned and bled out by you, mixing something disgusting on your most intimate parts – is enough to kick you off the edge. Flailing off that cliff, plummeting into an outburst that lets nothing escape. Not smell, or taste, or light – spinning a black hole of groundbreaking proportions. 

You orgasm, again and again – or maybe the whole thing is all just one prolonged, feral, exhausting endeavour. Cumming until your muscles physically give out, going paraplegic with the strain of constant contractions. You crumple, sandwiched between two sturdy chests, stuffed with cotton and sex and pure endorphins, flying with no sign of ever coming down. 

A siren's song – sleep, calling to you from the depths of consciousness – almost pulls you under. That is, until your husband manoeuvres you onto your back again, spreading your legs in a near split to expose your sloppy holes to your paramour. His expression is doused with reverence. Supple, soft, the tiniest bit guilty at the sight of you, desecrated by their combined efforts.

“Well?” Miguel prods, fanning your leaking cunt and asshole out wider. “Are you waiting for her to absorb it all? Clean it up.” 

And – for the last time that night – Mig does as he’s told, ducking to gather every last bit of proof with his tongue. 

Much later, you watch him pull his shirt over his head, snuggled close to your husband. The sky has deepened to its darkest form – midnight, a gibbous moon cushioned amidst glimmering stars. 

“Well, it’s been fun.” The man sighs, brushing imaginary lint off his abdomen. He winks at you before turning to leave, testing his luck now that it can’t backfire on him. “If you ever want to trade him in for a newer model, you know where to find me.” 

Miguel just grumbles beneath you, displeasure rumbling the hollows of his hairy sternum. You, on the other hand, smile gently, giving the parting gift of your humour. 

Only for something better to occur to you. When his grasp closes around your bedroom door knob, you call out – voice a faint, hoarse thing. 

“Mig.” You say. 

“Yeah?” He replies, blinking back at you.

“I think you should go for it.” 

And all your mild musings are confirmed when he nods, sheepish, like a child caught with a fist in the cookie jar. It’s okay – you mouth, because you know. Whoever you are on his Earth, with whatever cosmic odds stacked against you, you’ll fall. If only because it’s Miguel. Mig. Your O’Hara – such truth woven into the fabric of every conceivable reality.

Your husband catches on quickly, patting your sleepy head. It’s the first time he talks to himself with a tone that isn’t condescending, laying a sentiment you recognise as meaning more to his younger counterpart than anything you could say. Perhaps because it’s kind, a bit of proper advice made mushy by an echoed devotion to you. Or, perhaps because he’s witnessed the evidence to it consistently, all night long. Wide eyes.

“It’ll be the best thing you’ll ever do for yourself.”

part two

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[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday 🔥

tagged by my beloved @bidisasterevankinard @tizniz 💖

putting the Fuck in Fuck it Friday with something of a throwback. Every fic that I write has parts that get cut. Stuff that I adored but just didn't gel with the rest of the story. So I keep all that in a notes file because you never know when it might be useful for something else. here's a smutty snip that got cut from Eddie and Buck's drive in date in whatever may come (your heart I will choose)

Buck shimmies himself to the floor, wedging in the space in a way that can’t possibly be good for his leg. “Should you—” “‘M fine, promise,” he insists, looking up at Eddie like he’s near begging and hoping he won’t be told ‘no’. “Just wanna make you feel good, baby. Let me do that. Please?” For all the space he takes up, Buck seems small by the time ‘please’ spills out. Like he’ll only feel worthy if Eddie agrees. His fingers are already on Eddie’s belt, ready to unbuckle it the moment he’s allowed.  They’ve talked about it some, the way Buck feels the need for approval. How he seeks out validation through sex, even now that he’s past his 1.0 stage. Eddie’s still not entirely sure what that means, but he’s learned enough to tell when that’s what Buck is looking for or when he’s simply trying to discipline himself for some perceived wrongdoing. Right now, it seems like a bit of both.  “Sweetheart.” Eddie tips Buck’s head up, so he’s forced to make eye contact. “Remember what I said. There’s no earning here. We can go back up front, watch half the universe disappear, and that’s more than okay.” “I know. I just- please, Eddie. I just want everything to be perfect.” 

He could say something like ‘it already is’, but he knows how much planning Buck would have done to put tonight together. All the behind the scenes work of coordinating schedules, persuading Bobby to let him off early if it was possible, making sure Christopher would be well cared for. Something like ‘it already is’ might sound too placating. He chooses to respond with something 16-year old Eddie never would have considered, let alone done. 

Eddie carefully cards through Buck’s neatly gelled curls. “It is. You are. You did so well.” He can see Buck already beginning to absorb the praise, wearing it like a blanket, sinking into it. “You put this all together for me. For us. I never had to say a thing, you just did it. Because you’re always thinking of other people. Christ, I don’t know how I ever got so lucky with you. You’re always so damn good for me.”

Buck’s fingertips are absentmindedly toying with the clasp on Eddie’s belt, making a light clinking noise. Eddie keeps talking, giving Buck what he needs.

“And, fuck, you’re so gorgeous. All the time, but especially right now. Those beautiful blue eyes and perfect lips. So fucking pretty.” Eddie lightly scratches over Buck’s wrists, his knuckles. “Look at you, so desperate already. Just waiting for me to tell you it’s okay.” 

“Mmhmm.” Buck nods emphatically in agreement. A small whine escapes and his breaths become faster, a little more ragged.

The personality shift always amazes him. As if chatty, exuberant Buck fades away, leaving a version that is a different type of attentive, blindly trusting whatever Eddie tells him. Eddie doesn’t personally understand, but gets that it works for Buck. And he’s not saying anything just for Buck’s benefit, he means every bit of it. 

“You can’t though, can you? Can’t wait to get my dick in your mouth, down your throat. But you have been waiting so patiently even though I know you don’t want to. Because you’re so, so good for me, and I haven’t given you permission yet. Should I?”

Buck pleads. “Eddie, I- please. Gonna be so good for you.”

“I know you are.” Eddie rolls his hips up into Buck’s hands, wants Buck to know the effect he’s having. He flicks his gaze down to his belt buckle, making sure Buck notices. “Go ahead then.”

The three words are barely out before Buck is undoing Eddie’s belt and zipper, opening his jeans just enough to get where he wants. Buck’s breath is warm and damp, mouthing at Eddie’s cock through his boxers, making Eddie’s hips jerk in response. Buck hums, nosing along the thin cotton, teasing like he’s making up for the minutes Eddie made him wait. Finally, he’s parting the slit in the fabric, swirling his tongue around the head, taking Eddie down in microbursts of time. Eddie grips Buck’s hair, not to force him down, just to show his appreciation. 

“That good, baby? Want more?” 

Christ, it’s infuriating how quickly Buck can slip into his cocky side, all smooth and velvet that could make Eddie do anything. “Fuck you. You know the answer.”

“Oh, I do,” he chuckles, adding a series of teasing licks around the head and over the slit. “I just want to hear you say it.”

Eddie waits until Buck is shallowly sucking the head and thrusts up into Buck’s mouth, only once, feeling drunk on the surprised moan it earns him. “You mean you want to hear how fucking talented you are? Because you know I love when you’re all sloppy and desperate, sucking me off like you’re fucking starving? How I can’t wait to come down your throat and watch you take all of it? That what you wanna hear?”

Buck gives a deep, throaty hum in response. The vibrations carry down Eddie’s shaft, making him even more wound up every time Buck’s head bobs, taking Eddie deeper. In the dark, he can’t see the way he prefers. He can’t watch the way Buck’s irises shift between shades, how his pupils dilate and the black dances at the edge of the blue. Even so he can still see the way Buck looks up at him through his lashes. Can feel the warm, wet pressure of Buck’s mouth surrounding him, pressing his tongue to the underside. And the light offers just enough so Eddie can see the slick shine on Buck’s lips. 

“Jesus, do you even know how hot you look like this?” Eddie growls, stroking Buck’s cheek. “How fucking perfect you are? Christ, you’re doing so well for me, being so good.”

He knows he should, but Eddie can’t bring himself to care about the other cars nearby. Not when the windows are dark enough and nobody can probably see them anyway. Not when Buck is sucking harder, and moving faster in response to Eddie’s praise coming out in words and grunts. Especially not when the pressure – pleasure – is coiling tighter, building until he’s digging his fingertips into the underside of his thighs when it all peaks, crashing over him and he can only hope no one else hears the cry that spills out. 

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes, content and boneless. “Definitely never had anything like that in high school.”

“Always happy to be of service.” Buck smirks and drops a kiss to Eddie’s softening cock before putting him back together. 

Eddie lazily grabs for Buck, pulling him up into his lap. “Now, what about you?”

“Oh, I can think of a few things.” 

They kiss, deep and slow, Eddie’s fingers tracing swirling patterns along Buck’s spine while he tastes his release on Buck’s tongue. 

“Think you can wait until we get home?” 

“I, uh, I guess?” Buck squirms a little, looking confused and trying to hide his disappointment.

“Perfect, because I have plans for you.” Eddie presses his lips to the tip of Buck’s nose, his cheek and chin, and finally a nip to the curve where his neck meets his shoulder. “How fast can you get us there?”

“Now?”

Eddie relaxes against the headrest, feigning indifference. “I mean our drinks are probably all watered down and your popcorn is gonna be gross now, but we can stay if you really want to.”

“We’ll be home in twenty,” Buck answers, already scrambling to get to the front, thankfully using the doors this time. 

It may not be what Buck originally planned, but, yeah, this is going to be a fun night.

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[intothedysphoria]

Because Neil was an abusive bellend, which we all know, Billy was never able to celebrate his birthday between the ages of 7 to 18. And before that it still felt overshadowed by the presence of Neil looming over him.

His eighteenth was a little bit different.

He’d been dating Steve for almost three months and things had been going very well, considering a month before they’d gotten together they’d beat the shit out of each other. The only thing was is that Steve INSISTED on knowing his birthday. He was a giving sort, always wanting to do something special.

Billy told him he didn’t do birthdays, never had never would. Steve grumbled something like “We’ll see about that.”

It was a nice day for March, shit compared to California but it was the best Hawkins was going to get. Neil had pissed off somewhere. Probably the best present he was going to get.

And of course Harrington fucking turned up on his doorstep at 6AM. Susan was still asleep. Max should have still been asleep but neither of them had slept a whole night in a while. More surprisingly, she was dressed and not in some shirt she’d borrowed from Billy that was too big for her.

Of course Max had told Steve his birthday. The little fucker.

Morning was surprisingly ok. Steve let him drive the Camaro as fast as he wanted, despite previous insistences that it was “a fucking death trap Hargrove.” They had pizza which Billy hadn’t had since the move. It was nice. Peaceful.

Then noon hit and Steve dragged him to the Byers. Not his mansion of a place. The Byers. The place that had almost been taken over by aliens. Romantic.

Joyce Byers opened the door, wearing a party hat. Billy briefly considered faking amnesia. No Mrs Byers, I don’t know who you are. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience caused. Bye then.

But he loved Steve and honestly, Joyce reminded him of a slightly more dishevelled version of his mom.

Most of the balloons seemed to be Bar Mitzvah themed, which was later explained to be because Will had recently had his and those were the only balloons in the house. Both Jonathan and Will were there. El, who still kind of terrified him. Max, somehow. Henderson. Sinclair. Mike Wheeler (ugh). And for some reason, Hopper.

Begrudgingly, Billy had to admit that it was fun. They had a water balloon fight, Billy got to pick all the music, he actually got given his own cake and Joyce gave him a mom hug, which may have made him cry.

Hopper tried to talk to him, which was slightly awkward considering he was well aware of Billy’s view on cops. Still, he was alright for a pig.

And then there was Steve. His genuine, sweet boyfriend who’d obviously came up with this whole thing. They held hands under the table like twelve year olds when the cake came out.

He’d had worse birthdays.

[haee-elia]

spence-tober: day 17 - professor

pairing: professor!spencer reid x fem!reader (you are also a professor!)

summary: in which your class (and your boyfriend) surprises you

word count: 1519

warnings: proposals, fluffy,

spence-tober masterlist

“Hello everyone.” You greet as students start walking through the doors to the classroom. You glance up from adjusting your papers at the podium up front at the stage of the classroom.

It was just a regular Thursday of one of the classes you teach at the university, Introduction to Thermal Dynamics. You had been teaching in the Engineering Department for several years now and this was just one of the classes you taught each semester. Since the university you taught at was quite well known for the Engineering Department, the class was always one that students signed up for.

However, the university was fairly good at their main athletics, so it was rather unusual for so many students to come on time on a Thursday when there was an away game the next day. Many students chose to ditch Thursday class and instead drive where the game was gonna be and stay for the early game in the morning. 

You’re sure you have a slightly puzzled look on your face as you assess the amount of students that have already shown up, but you shrug it off. 

There was a test next week anyway, perhaps they wanted to participate in the study guide you had ready to revise for them today. You move on and go sit at your desk, sending some emails until the time on your computer finally reads 3:00 and class is officially started.

Now that all the students had settled into their seats, having their choice of computer, iPad, notebook or simply nothing at all on their desks, the final student count for the day was on the higher end, but once again, you brushed it off and continued with your class day.

After all, you didn’t want to discourage students coming to class.

You walk up to the front podium, facing the students, “Alright everyone. Today we’ll be revising for the upcoming test next week. I’ve printed out paper versions of the study guide I’ll be going over today or you can download it off the class page on blackboard under the work for this week.”

You hold up the small pile of papers in your hand and start passing them down the columns of students sat there in their desks, giving them the option to take one or not. Afterwards, you return to the front of the classroom and bring out your own filled out version of the study guide you just dealt. 

Standing at the podium with a overhead camera hanging above the study guide, you turn it on and turn your head to the whiteboard to make sure the projection is working. The classroom you’ve been given this semester to teach out of is quite big, the capacity for students is high and there is plenty of whiteboard space.

You’ve made it through half of the study guide, making sure to revise every part that will be on the test you’ve already created, when there’s a knock on the door. One of your students who volunteered to solve an equation on the whiteboard pauses at the noise, as you all do in the room. 

You always leave the door unlocked and you often don’t have many visitors during class hours, but when you glance over to the door, you can see cleary through the small window who the visitor is.

It’s your boyfriend, Dr. Spencer Reid. 

You and Spencer had met when you first came to teach at the university. Although you were in completely different departments, you in engineering and him in human and social sciences, you had come to know each other quite well as some of the younger teaching staff.

Spencer was the one who had asked you out first, however you were not too far behind in that endeavor, and since then, you had dated for about three years and been living together for almost two now. 

“Come in.” You say with a hint of uncertainty, also gesturing with your hands the instruction of what you spoke. 

Spencer sheepishly opens the door and lets himself in, “Sorry to bother you in the middle of your class.” He apologizes.

The student body knew of the relationship between Spencer and yourself so you didn’t bother try keeping it a secret. After all, it wasn’t like you were actively making out every second of the day. You both are professionals and beyond sharing lunch with each other and chaste pecks on the lips every now and then, the students didn’t have much insight in your romantic life. Much to their displeasure, that is.

You shake your head, brushing it off, “It’s fine, we’re just revising. Did you need something?”

Gesturing for your student to keep working at the equation on the whiteboard, you step off to the side a little and meet Spencer halfway for a bit more privacy.

“I, uh,” He starts to speak, reddening cheeks under the gaze of the students definitely not paying attention to the board currently.

Spencer clears his throat, slightly embarrassed, “I forgot the Amazon password.” He whispers.

You chuckle under your breath, “What?” A smile breaks out on your face, you just can’t help it.

“You know that I always show some of the Matrix in class when we’re going over philosophical moments in modern media.” He reminds you.

“And you’ve forgot the Amazon password?” You question with a goofy expression.

He nods and rubs the back of his head, “I know we’ve bought it, but I can’t get the password and I want everything ready before my class later.”

“It isn’t saved in your passwords on your computer?” You inquire.

Spencer shakes his head, “I can’t find it anywhere and I can’t seem to remember it.” He’s a bit bashful now, shuffling his hands behind his back and his feet against the tile floor. 

You muse to yourself that this is a very Spencer Reid thing to happen. Your boyfriend isn’t the best with technology and you’re often tasked to handle these things anyway. Hell, when you first met him, he still had a flip phone! 

It wasn’t like you could bash Spencer for being technologically challenged when you were often too dependent on your phone. Having troubles with the concept of time and getting to places without the aid of GPS. Spencer was definitely more equipped in those areas.

You place your hand on Spencer’s arm in a comforting gesture, “Let me get a piece of paper and write it down.” You say.

You go to turn around to do just that, walking towards your desk to retrieve a sticky note and a pen when you happen to take a glance at the white board again and stop in your tracks.

Not only is the student that you left up there to work on the equation beforehand still standing at the head of the room, two other students have joined her with expo markers in hand. 

The equation is missing from the whiteboard and the projection system is turned off and in big black blocky letters the words “WILL YOU MARRY ME” is displayed across the large whiteboards.

The rest of the students in the classroom either have their phones out or are staring directly at you, standing shocked and surprised with your wide eyes and open mouth.

Spencer clears his throat behind you and you turn back around to him.

He’s on one knee now and a ring box outstretched in his hand towards you. There’s a large, but nervous, grin on his face and his eyes gleam with excitement and happiness.

“Would you do me the honor and spend the rest of my life with me?” He asks. “Will you marry me?” 

The ring is just like you could ever have imagined. You and Spencer had talked about the future before and what that would look like, marriage and children and all that. Spencer had offhandedly asked your opinions on rings once and you made it no trouble to get your ring size with laying out your jewelry on your vanity in your shared bedroom.

You feel yourself nodding vehemently before you can even find the words to speak. Tears have been brought forth in your eyes and you know Spencer will later tease you about it.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You finally manage to say. Spencer seems to relax and his shoulders no longer seem stiff as he slips the ring on your finger. 

The rest of the class cheers as Spencer twirls you around, lifting you up.

When you come back down to Earth and pull back a bit from your embrace, the room has quietened down again though the air is still buzzing with excitement. 

A student, the same one as before at the whiteboard, comes up to you offering you congratulations. No doubt did Spencer put your class up to this, asking for their help in his proposal and it was really no wonder why the class was so filled out today either now.

“So,” She starts to say, “Does this mean you’ll both be Professor Reid?” She says with a pleased smile.

a/n: i like this one! i really didn't want to write a professor x student because that kinda just gives me really bad vibes... i feel like i am getting worse and worse at these summaries though

[misscammiedawn]

would love to hear more about the twist hidden in the character playlist!!

Okay. Out of respect for the privacy of my tablemates who are no longer in my life I've decided to only discuss my portion of the campaign and not link to any art. Which is a shame as there's a lot of really good art.

The too long didn't read version is "the lyric says "oceans away from the dawn, oceans away from who we really are" and was picked to foreshadow we would cross an ocean into Arcadia and be confronted by the original version of the character, Tyler Dawn.

Also. Why not. Let's make this a story time, if only to see if I can still do Tyler's character voice. (CW: fake American accent - also we are WAY out of practice for it and when we try to unsuccessfully switch to Honoria voice our grip on it falls apart)

"Hello, my name is Tyler and welcome to "Ask Tyler", question today is "what was the hidden twist in your character playlist?"

Okay. Well. Our first campaign was a Mage The Awakening campaign that lasted about 4 years of weekly sessions. Three player characters and a GM. There's another story time segment that gives the full story here but the original plan was to play a female character named Camden Dawn but due to spouse veto we went with her younger brother, Tyler instead.

This is the Tyler voice, by the way. I sometimes like to joke that he transitioned after the campaign to become Taylor Dawn.

Religion plays a big part in his backstory being raised by strict catholic parents in a rural town but I want to skip the small details for now.

So Tyler starts the campaign as a career student wannabe fantasy author who is kidnapped by a high society mage who runs a tass empire. He likes to claim newly awoken mages and lock them in his mansion under the guise of teaching them sheltered from the world that would do them harm. His true intention is to curate their education and grow dependency upon him so when they are brought out into the supernal Fallen World they'll remain loyal to him.

There's more to it than that but that's not my story to tell.

During their captivity some former apprentices who have a grudge against him try to make contact when our party are out on missions and use us as moles to get to the big man himself. Which leads to Tyler being selected to pose as a tass dealer from Wisconsin. She's designed to look like someone from the teacher's past. The goal is to seduce him and earn his trust.

This leads to Tyler being given the disguise of Honoria. The day we played Honoria for the first time was an eye opening experience for everyone at the table. I legitimately don't know if the rest of the story was planned prior to that or not.

But after Tyler gained Honoria as a cover he got to go on dates with the teacher that lead to a gala being held by the Vampire Prince of Chicago (circa 2012) in which Queen Titania of the Seelie Court of the Fae showed up and instantly saw through Tyler's glamour and decided to play a prank on him.

Titania would end up becoming Tyler's "nemesis" character, every player character had a god tier villain assigned to them outside of the campaign villain.

As part of Titania's prank and payment for a poorly worded agreement Tyler made before understanding how Fae Contracts work, she took Honoria out of Tyler's heart. Stole her away to Arcadia.

Glossing over a lot but the season ends with a huge dungeon event and part of the event has the teacher, who Tyler and another PC are deeply fond of by this point, being claimed by Titania for reasons that escape me.

By the way, Tyler has a REALLY bad memory. His sister, Camden, is in the story as a therapist who is worried about him and a lot of Tyler's connection to his childhood comes from her reminding him of things. She gets him to write constantly in a journal. Something I adapted well enough that I have detailed notes of most of the campaign on my hard drive.

Anyway.

After season 1 we get our image CD.

I do not have the jewel case with the explanations any longer but these are the songs.

More Than Fine by Switchfoot was the song with the spoiler in it.

More than oceans away from the dawn More than oceans away from the dawn More than oceans away from who we are More than oceans, more than oceans, yeah

So. Season 2 required the party to travel to Arcadia to get our teacher back. In trying to meet with the Changeling community of Chicago to get information on how to find The Hedge Tyler starts scaring some people and Changelings are either skittish or hostile towards us. Though some take pity on Tyler in specific. Especially if he mentions what happened with Honoria.

The spoiler is that Tyler is a Changeling. The real Tyler Dawn is "oceans away" in Arcadia and being held as a chess piece on the board (chess was a big motif). He was kidnapped from his bed by Titania herself when Tyler was just a child, replaced with a version of him who was a little bit off and would have act like a fox at times.

Camden, who witnessed the kidnapping but is not attuned to the supernal world, rejects the truth of what she sees enough that she is convinced her brother suffers a severe dissociative disorder and that what she witnessed was likely obfuscating a darker truth that she gets a headache if she thinks about too hard.

But that's only a part of the truth.

Tyler is a Changeling. That much is true. But he is also a prison for a Fae. A fox king who once held the title of Good King of Arcadia. Titles in World of Darkness (at least as we played it) are entirely separate characters created from legend. They can occupy the same body or be split, though splitting power divides the Fae's ability. The big thing is that by adding a human into the mix there is a division of soul that goes into it. Tyler has the ability to feel emotion (rather than emulate it) and can create. Honoria has this whole thing about learning to write and cook while in Arcadia and managing to gain a lot of clout and thus power by doing so.

Over the course of the campaign Tyler gains a few different titles including Sionnach the Fox King, Good King of Arcadia, Mr. Fahrenheit, Captain Sionnach and of course Honoria (Baker of the Rising Dawn). Honoria herself has a few of her own titles but we're way off topic.

The reveal of Tyler being a Changeling or Fae was a big deal in season 2 and though heavily foreshadowed it did not really get revealed until we reached the White Queen's palace and found Original Tyler waiting for us, desperate to get his life back from us. He was a blot of ink with the word "REVENGE" appearing all over his body.

Anyway. I think the question has been answered by now. I thought it was pretty cool, anyway.

[twice-inamillion]

Jihyo’s 22nd Birthday

Part 165(TIS)

— A lot of smut and Jihyo’s first time anal.

Today is Jihyo’s Birthday and you have planned a small date for just the two of you. You remember that Jihyo mentioned how much she wanted to go to the Bathhouse the time the members went. From what the members told her she said that she wished that she could of gone. Lucky today, you’re going to make that happen.

It is 9:00 am in the morning and most of the he members are up, jihyo has given Jisoo her breakfast and gotten her ready. You asked Mina and the other members if they could watch Jisoo while you and Jihyo were out for half of the day. They agreed and were looking forward to spending some time with Jisoo.

“Make sure that everything is ready for Jihyo’s birthday party, okay” as you talk to some of the members that were at the dining table. “No problem, we will have everything set up by the time you two arrive” responds Sana. “Enjoy yourselves” winks momo.

After you and Jihyo are ready you both head out and drive off. “I’m so happy that you’re taking me to your friend’s bathhouse.” “I’ve been wanting to take you for a while now, but couldn’t. So this time I made sure that we have time to ourselves” you say.

“I wish we could of taken Jisoo we us, but you’re right, we need some time to ourselves” says jihyo as she grabs your right hand. “Yes, I can’t believe that she is already a year old. I still remember her in your tummy” you say. “Aww, I know. I kind of miss the pregnancy experience. The feeling of creating a new life with the person you love” replies jihyo. “That’s true, Jisoo our bundle of joy.”

“What about Sana, has she said anything about her getting pregnant, yet?” jihyo asked. “No not, yet. Not that she has mentioned anything” you reply.

After some time you both arrive to Samantha’s Bathhouse and text her that you have arrived. She comes out and your both greet each other after not seeing each other since last year. “Happy New Year, haha its been a while” you say. “Happy New Year! Is this Jihyo” says Samantha.

“Yes, I’m Jihyo. Nice to formally meet you. Sorry that I couldn’t meet you last time. I volunteered to take care of the kids.” “Aww that’s sweet. How old is your child?”

Jihyo pulls out her phone and shows her a picture of Jisoo during her birthday party. “Aww she looks so cute, she looks so much like you” comments Samantha. “I know right, I’ve been told she is a miniature version of me. Look I even have a picture of my Jisoo with her two sisters” as she slides to a picture of Jisoo and the twins. “Aww that’s so cute, are those twins?” asks Samantha. “Yes, they are Jisoo’s younger sisters” “Wow your body looks great for having three kids” says Samantha. “Oh no, they’re not mine, they are Mina’s as she pulls out a picture of Mina with the twins in her arms.” “Y/n, you been really busy huh, got yourself a little harem huh. Three kids with another one on the way.”

“Haha, my y/n has been busy, he’s really good at spreading his love around” exclaims Jihyo. “If you’re happy that’s all that matters, right” says Samantha.

“Okay, lets go in and get you two ready” as she walks you both to the changing room. “Me me back outside so we can get you both ready for your massages.

You and jihyo get undressed and into more comfortable clothes and wait for meet up with Samantha. She escorts you to the massage room where two employees greet you. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. y/n. We will be your masseuse for today. After the massage you both relax in the quiet room and even take a nice needed nap.

Once that was over you Jihyo asks you to accompany her to the hot bath and take a nice dip. You agree and walk together to the edge, you see her until her bathrobe and drop it on the floor. You see her oily and smooth body from head to toe due to the massage from earlier. She grabs you by the hand and says “come on, take off that robe and join me.”

As you both get inside of the hot bath you see relaxed, you both side next to each other and begin to talk about how much you needed this trip together. “I’m so glad we came her , just the two of us. I missed our alone time” said Jihyo.

“Me too, being with all the members and the kids is fun but at the same time it can be exhausting.”

“Yes, being in charge of eight other people can be stressful sometimes but coming home to our daughter is worth it.

“She’s grown so much this past year. I kind of missed you with your belly and enlarged tits” you says.

“Stop, you’re making me embarrassed. I also miss when you used to fuck me while i was pregnant.” Hearing this was making your member wake up from its slumber. “Remember when I asked you to fuck me for the first time while I was pregnant. You were scared that it would hurt the baby.”

“Yeah, I was so childish huh.” “Oh, nothing about you is childish, on the contrary, you’re big” as she begins to massage your cock.

“Ahh fuck… Jihyo. Not here… someone might come and see us” you say painfully.

“Don’t worry about that, who cares if they catch us. You’re mine, this cock right here is mine and i want it” as she begins to jerk you off. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been inside of me and I feel kind of neglected. You been fucking others but not me. So im gonna have you, even if you don’t want to” as she grips your cock, tight.

“You’re… squeezing it too hard… it hurts..” as she is beginning to dominate you. She then proceeds to kiss your neck and says “ima make sure these girls know who owns this body. You’re mine, okay. I’m just lending you for a bit but you’re mine.”

“Jihyo, i thinking I’m going to cum.” “Try to hold it in a bit longer, okay. Don’t get the bath dirty, I’ll find a nice place for you to cum.”

She lifts herself and wraps her legs around your waist and says “okay, you can coming in here” as she aligns your cock towards her entrance. “Okay, I… fuck” giving you no opportunity to speak as she impales herself with your cock. “There, that’s better, we’re finally together.”

She begins to ride you slowly, making sure that your cock scrapes her inner walls. “I missed this, having you inside of me.” “Jihyo, I’m about to cum.” She pulls you in and whispers “how about we try for another one” she says as you automatically shoot a large amount of cum inside of her.

“Ahh…. That feels so warm… inside of me.” “Is that what you wanted” you asked.

“Yeah, I miss your cum inside of me” as she begins to ride you in the water. “It feels so different having sex in the water” you say. “Yeah, it does.”

You grab her waist and make sure that your cock reaches her deepest parts as she rides your cock.

After a while of having her ride, you notice that’s she’s starting to get red from the heat. “I think it’s time to get out, Jihyo.”

“Aww I don’t want to. I want you to keep fucking me” she whines. “How about we continue this later” you say.

“Really? We can?” she asks. “Yeah, it’s your birthday.” “Okay, but make sure you fill me up, tonight” Jihyo winks.

You both then get out of the water and get changed. You thank Samatha for allowing you to reserve the place once again and say your goodbyes.

“Can I drive back home?” jihyo asks. You then toss her the keys and she smiles. “Finally, I get to drive this fast car.”

She turns on the car, pulls out from the parking lot and steps on the accelerator to get on the highway.

“Okay, just be careful okay. I know you like to drive fast but we have to get home in one peace” you tell her. “Don’t worry about it. You know I’m a good driver. I’m just excited because I don’t get to drive this car often” she says. “Me we can get you a nice and fast one if you’d like.” “You’re serious?” “I don’t see why not but only during vacation though.”

You both get home and make sure that Jihyo is the first one to step into the house.

“Surprise!!

Jihyo is startled but quickly composes herself and sees that Jisoo is walking towards her, wearing a nice dress. She waddles to Jihyo as Jihyo squats to catch her in her arms. “Aww my baby wanted to greet me on my birthday?” Jisoo smiles, making Jihyo tear up. “Why don’t you give your mom what you made Jisoo��� says nayeon. “What did you make?” as Jihyo looks to find a piece of paper in her pocket. She takes out the paper and finds that it’s a small painting of Jisoo’s hand. “Aww this is the best present I’ve received, thank you jisoo.”

“I thought Jisoo was the best present you received” shouted Chaeyoung. Jihyo turns around and glares at her. The members just laugh at Chaeyoung as she hides behind momo.

The celebration continues as the members have made a nice dinner with mostly your help. The bring out a cake and have Jihyo blow out the candles. “Make a wish!” shout the members.

“My wish is that we all stay together as a family. That we are all healthy and enjoy our lives together. Also continue being Twice and showing out love to Once.”

Hearing that has made some of the members tear up since they know how important they are to Jihyo. They gather around and hug her tightly as you try to record this beautiful moment.

Jihyo looks towards your direction and says “we can’t forget out y/n. The best dad that our daughter could have.” “That’s right, the best daddy” says Mina. “Yea! Best dad” says Dahyun as she rubs her belly. “Best future daddy too!” shouts Sana, which causes the others to laugh. “Yes! Best Daddy!!” shouts Tzuyu.

“Aww, tzuyu. We meant dad for the girls hahah” says Jihyo.

Momo and Chaeyoung trying to be pranksters say “can you be our daddy too y/n” as they wink.

“Yah!! Momo, Chaeyoung, stop messing around. Hearing that makes them quickly apologize.

The party continued and the members drank since it was the start of the weekend. Jihyo also joined in on the drinking too since she was known to be a heavy drinker. You on the other hand, wanted take a few slips here and there but still sober.

The party ended when Jihyo got you by the belt and said “come pretty boy, you’re coming back with me tonight.” This comment made the rest of the members gasp from excitement because it was rare for Jihyo share information on your sex life. “Jeongyeon unnie, take care of Jisoo, I’m going to be enjoying my birthday present tonight” as she dragged you towards her room.

“Jihyo, you’re being so proactive tonight” you say. “I wasn’t satisfied with just the appetizer, I want the whole course.”

She opens her door and pushes you to the bed and says “makes sure you’re undressed when I come back” as she walks to the bathroom. You quickly undress and wait for her to come out.

She opens the door and you can see her beautiful tan skin with a very sexy black lingerie.

The black lingerie just makes her look gorgeous, the bra doesn’t not cover her beautiful light brown nipples but instead shows it completely. It does give it some volume has it holds then together in place. Her bottom piece is just spectacular as it is a crotchless, which shows off her beautiful cunt.

“Wow you look amazing” you say in awe. “I hope you like it. I got this at Sana’s friend lingerie store. I thought I could wear something more sexy for you.”

“I…I really like. I love it” you tell her. “I so happy that you do because I want you to fuck me with it.”

“Oh… I will. Since it’s your birthday. It’s going to be all about you.”

“That’s good. Then I want you to eat me”she says as she bites her lip.

“With pleasure” as you go in for a passionate kiss. You then place her on the bed and see how beautiful she looks on top of it.

You take her legs and spread them wide open, revealing the crotchless lingerie and her shaven cunt. “Wow, it’s so beautiful, I’m going to enjoy my meal.” You proceed to kiss her thighs, then her tummy and work your way down.

Once you’re in front of her folds, you split them open and see that her nectar is beginning to leak. “You’re already wet, Jihyo. You really want this bad huh.” “Yes, I’ve been wanting you for a long time” she replies.

You then proceed to spread her open when more and see that her cervix is releasing a flow of nectar that you humbly taste. “Hmm, it taste sooo good Jihyo, your taste is so addicting” you tell her.

“Do I really taste that good?” she asks. You nod and then use to fingers to insert it into her leaking cunt. You work your way inside and scrape her walls, causing her to release a sexual moan.

Wanting to hear a bit more you stir your two fingers around, trying to collect as much of her nectar. You eventually pull them out and see that your fingers are completely wet, dripping nectar. You place your fingers on her lips and begin tracing them to coat her of nectar. Then you proceed to slowly insert your fingers into her mouth. She licks her own nectar from your fingers and says “I do taste good, you’re so lucky you’re the only one who has had the chance to taste this” says proudly.

“You’re right, I’m the luckiest man alive” you say. “Of course you are. Imagine what Once would do if they found out that you took my virginity” said Jihyo in a joking manner. “Let’s not focus on that” as you burry your face onto her wet pussy.

You use your tongue to the best of your abilities and try to dig your way to the farthest point of her juicy cunt. “Ahh… fuck, I can feel your tongue, scrapping my walls” she moans out loud.

Getting the reaction you wanted you proceed to tease her a bit and give her a small bite on her clit, which makes her twitch and gush out cum all over your face.

“I’m sorry y/n, I couldn’t hold it and didn’t warn you ahead of time” as you wipe the fluid of your face. “It’s okay, it just shows that you’re enjoying it.

“Let me service you now” jihyo says but you reply with a no. “It’s, your birthday today. You’re the one that will get serviced tonight.” Your responds makes her smile and she goes straight for a kiss. Your respond back with a passionate kiss and slowly knead her exposed breast from the lingerie she was wearing.

You then sit on the bed and spread your legs and ask her to get in the chairman position. “I want you to see yourself as you cum in front of the mirror.” “What do you mean” she asks. You then point at the long mirror that is mounted on the door. She turns around and says “I’d like that.”

You move your right hand towards her entrance and begin to rub on her folds, just before insert your fingers. Get gasps as she feels your cold fingers inside of her “ahh… your fingers are cold.” You then proceed to scrap the inside of her walls at a slow pace. She has her hands placed on your thighs and begins to grip on them when you begin to pick up the pace.

Her wet and spongy insides have a nice texture to it like tofu as you rub your fingers against it. She begins to moan “finger me faster, make me cum.” You do as she says and begin to pick up the pace, stirring her insides to the best of your abilities.

She then begins to shake, making you realize that she is about to cum. “I’m about to cum, d..don’t stop” she shouts. To make her cum faster you grab her lift breast and begin to pinch and rub her nipple with your two fingers. “No, not my nipples, they are sensitive” she moans out loud.

You have her were you want her and with one final pinch from both her nipple and her slit she squirts all over the floor, even having a few of the droplets stain the mirror. Your hand is a mess as it is completely wet from when she squirted, but also your left hand is dripping from the milk she squirted from her breast.

“I cant believe you came from both your cunt and from your breast, you’re such a horny girl, Jihyo.” “I’m not horny all the time… well not anymore” she says. “Let’s see if that’s true” as you go for a second round.

It second around doesn’t even take more than five minutes. She came more aggressively this time compared to the first and you had to hold her so she didn’t slip off from your tights and onto the floor.

Her shaking lasts a good minute as you were able to hit all of her sensitive parts better than the first time. After her shaking stops you decide to give her a small break to let her catch her breath. “Are you okay, jihyo?” I…I’m okay, it’s just that it’s been a..a while since I…I came this much.”

“Ready for the next round?” you ask. “Let me catch my breath first, okay” she says, which makes you crack up a bit.

After some time of rest and regaining some stamina back you both proceed for the next round. “I want to ride you” as she pushes you down on the bed. “Being assertive now, aren’t you.” “I just want this cock of yours, real bad” as she begins to mount you, cowgirl position.

“I need to make sure your cock is hard and ready before i take it all in” as she is jerking you off. Once it is she lifts herself a bit and aligns your cock to her entrance, trying her folds and impales herself in one swoop. “Fuck… your cock is so big, i really missed it inside of me.”

“I missed being inside of you too, you’re so tight.” Hearing that makes jihyo bush and say “I’ve been doing a lot of exercises, I was afraid that you didn’t want to make sex with me anymore because I wasn’t as tight as before, after jisoo’s birth.”

“No, that’s not the case, it’s just that we have been so busy, I’m sorry that ive neglected you.” “It’s okay, it’s my fault too, I haven’t been as assertive as before.” “Im sorry, Jihyo.” “It’s okay, we are together now and that is all that matters.”

She then begins to move slowly while grabbing onto your shoulders. You places your hands on her waist to pull her in closer to your base. After getting adjusted to your length she picks up the pace and starts to ride you much faster.

“Fuck jihyo, you look like a real cowgirl.” “I feel like a cowgirl when im riding this huge cock of yours. You know what y/n, every cowgirl needs her cowboy to well fed, right?” as she smirks. She then moves your hands from her waist and places them on her breast and says “come on, milk these cow tits, i know you want to” she squeezes them, releasing milk from her tits.

“You’re so naughty jihyo, i like it” and you take her on the offer of milking her tits. “I’m going to make sure i squeeze every ounce of milk from your breast” as you being to squeeze them in the palm of your hand.

“Yes, squeeze them hard, mark me, make sure you leave your imprints on my tits. I want everyone to know that these large melons are yours” as she rides you harder.

“Yes! Yes! like that squeeze them, milk me.” You squeeze her and milk begins to run down your hands and down her tits, down her chest onto her belly.

“Fuck, jihyo i think im going to cum” you moan out loud. “Do it. Cum inside of me, don’t you dare cum anywhere else other than my small cunt.” Hear her stay that is making your cock throb. Feeling your throbbing cock inside of her, she knows that you’re at your limit so she lifts herself up, only leaving the tip of your cock in her entrance. She then slams her whole body down, reaching your base which causes you to cum immediately. “Yeah, like that. Fill me full of cum, i wont let a single drop go to waste” as her insides are squeezing your cock, tight.

You then take the opportunity to bring her in close and attach your mouth onto her nipple and begin to suck on her breast as she rides your cock slowly with all the cum inside of her womb.

You both stay like that are a good amount of time until there is no more milk to squeeze out. “Aww, my poor baby was really thirsty. Did mommy milk you out of cum, already?” she says as a tease. You wanting to play along say “yes, your baby was really thirsty and wanted to milk from mommy’s breast.”

“Now, that you had your fill, mommy wants you to pump her with more of your special milk” as she looks at your with sincere eyes. “Don’t you think you can do that to mommy?” You nod your head up and down, without any words. She lifts herself from your cock and you see your cum drip from her cunt and down her thighs.

She lays down on the bed and says “i want my baby boy to use this mommy in anyway he likes.” Taking this to heart you begin your next set of rounds. The next continues and you preform multiple positions such as reverse cowgirl, missionary, golden arch, table top, lazy man, upstanding citizen, and finally doggy style.

During doggy style you can’t help but to grab Jihyo’s amazing butt. “You’ve been having your attention on my butt this whole time, so you like it that much?” she asks. “Yes, it’s so nice and round, I love it.” “I’m glad to hear that, I’ve actually been working on it after i had Jisoo. I know how much you like a nice ass, so I wanted to work on mine.” You then proceed to caress her ass a bit more as your thrusting inside of her pretty cunt.

After delivery if your load during doggy style, Jihyo automatically drops to the bed and says “that was amazing y/n. You having fucked me this long for a while.” “That’s right, I missed when we used to fuck all night, the way I would make you moan my name would be amazing.”

“Stop, don’t say that. You know it’s embarrassing for me to hear that.” “You know it’s true, you would moan my name a lot” as you give a nice slap on Jihyo’s ass cheek.

Catching her breath Jihyo looks at you and says “you know since it’s my birthday and I want us to unwrap a nice little gift together” as she gives you a wink. “You mean…” as your smile grows visibly bigger.

“Yes, I know I’ve been holding out on it and you have always wanted to try it and I wasn’t ready those times, but I think I’m ready know.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for it? I don’t want to do it if you’re not.”

“I am, I know I was scared the first time because it kind of hurt and we never tried it again but I think I’m good now. So how about you run out to the kitchen and get some water while I prepare.”

You nod and rush out of the room and run butt naked to the kitchen and grab some water bottles and orange juice. You try your best not to get anyone to see you as you make the quick trip. You rush into the bedroom and give Jihyo some as well.

After get a good break you both continue your next session. Jihyo sits on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs open and shows you all the cum that you pumped into her. “See how much cum in dripping down my legs” as she smiles. “Yeah, let even know that you mine, only mine and no one else’s”

She stands up and says “what do you think about the lingerie I’m wearing?” It’s beautiful, you look amazing in anything you wear. You’re a goddess.” Hearing this turns Jihyo on and she pushes you onto the bed. She gives you a sexual dance, grinds her pussy against your thighs, feeling the wetness of her folds. “You feel how wet I am for you? “Yeah, I do” as you begin to feel her body.

She grabs your cock and begs in to jerk it off, making it hard once more and says “your cock is really excited, it can’t wait to penetrate me. Are you excited to take my anal virginity?” “Fuck, I am… I really am” you says.

She gets off your thigh and stands up and begins to show you every inch of her body. “All of this is yours, only yours” as she bends over, spreading her ass cheeks and shaking her her pink puckerhole. “This is finally yours, it’s never been touched before. You get to take my virginity for the second time.”

Seeing Jihyo bent over with her ass cheeks spread wide open is making you extra hard and hot. You’re really to fuck her, there and now. But you also need to be extra careful since it’s her first time and want to make sure she has a good experience.

You grab Jihyo’s waist with your left and and release her right hand from her ass cheek, with your right hand you raise it up and giver her a nice smack on her ass. This catches her off guard and makes her give out a small moan. You caress there ass a bit just before you give it another smack.

“Get to the bed” you command her. She does as she’s told and you then push her down, making her have her face on the bed in a corner doggy style position. You caress her ass in awe and give her a few smacks, causing her cheeks to jiggle. “Fuck, your ass is perfect.”

Your cock being rock hard, you hold it with your right hand and smack it against Jihyo’s ass. Your cock causes ripples as it hits her cheeks.

You know that if you insert it as it is now, it will be painful for jihyo so instead you use the cum that is dripping down jihyo’s leg as lube. With your finger on your left hand you collect as much cum and trace it against her puckerhole.

You align your cock to her entrance and give her one last chance to back out. “Are you sure you want to do this jihyo?” you ask. “Yes, i want to, make me yours again.” There is no need for anything else as you want to enjoy this special moment.

Having your cock hovering over her entrance you let her know that you’re about to penetrate her and she takes a deep breath. You begin to slowly push through and you are met with resistance. You gather a bit more cum mixed with nectar and place it on top of her puckerhole and massage it a bit. “Try to relax, im going to try going in again” you inform her. She nods and says yes, making you continue.

You grab your cock a bit better and push it in slowly and into her ass. You see the tip begin to work its way into her ass slowly and keep on push as jihyo begins to whine. “Hmmm…” as she tries not to show any signs of pain.

You keep on inserting your length deeper and once the tip is in you let her relax it a bit and ask “you are okay, jihyo? It take a while for her to respond back but eventually she says “it hurts, it hurts a lot” as she turns to face you, having a tear dripping down. “Want me to take it out? We can maybe try next time.”

“No! I can do it. Just let me rest a bit” she says. “Okay, just let me know when you’re ready.

After what feels like a while she says “I thinking im ready, let’s continue.” You spread a bit more of her nectar around your cock to ease the penetration and continue.

You then begin to push in your cock further up her ass and noticed that jihyo is holding onto the bedsheets with a strong grip. Wanting for her not to suffer any longer you decide to just get it over it in one go. “I’m sorry Jihyo but im going to get it over it with one thrust” she turns around with panic in her eyes. Knowing that it’s going to hurt she grabs onto the bedsheet with her teeth and clenches onto it.

“Fuck… her i go jihyo, im sorry. It’s only going to hurt for a short while” and with that you pull out, only leaving the tip of your cock and with one hard thrust you reach all the way inside. The resistance of her insides is unimaginable, she had the tightest it ass you have fucked so far, but unfortunately you have made jihyo shout from the pain.

She tried her best to hold onto to the bedsheet with her teeth but the pain of her ass splitting open from your large and thick cock was unbearable. Tears flow down from her face as she tries to not cry but shouts “ *hick… it hurts so much… it hurts… you tore my rectum… *hick… you broke me…”

“I’m sorry jihyo, I tired to get it over with… you just need to let it calm down for a bit and the pain will go away.” Trying to listen to your words she tries to calm down and says “I know… you tried your best to be gentle with me but *hick… it just hurts.”

“You want me to pull out? I can if you want.” She automatically says “No! Don’t you dare pull out and make me go through this pain for nothing. I can take it. Let me just get adjusted to your length.”

You know that Jihyo is a real trooper and you know that she doesn’t give up easily and give her time to adjust.

Once she is really she says “i think im okay, let’s continue.” Grab her waist to bring her in closer and begin to move. He recede your cock, half way and thrust it back in “fuck it hurts…” she says. “Want me to stop?” “No just keep on going, i can take it.”

“Okay, here i go” as you thrust your cock in and out of her. You scrape the walls and increase the pace little by little. Her shouting of pain goes from being unbearable and decrease, then turns into something tolerable to something pleasurable.

The more you thrust in and out of her ass the more she begins to enjoy it. From screaming “it hurts” turned into “y/n fuck me harder.” “You really changed your attitude after a couple of thrusts, huh” trying to tease her. “Ohh shut up, you’re making me embarrassed. Just focus on fucking my ass instead.”

You pick up the pace and decide to do a different position. But before you move you raise her right hand once more and give her a hard slap. “Ahhh… that hurts… hit me again” she shouts. You raise your hand once more and give her another smack. “Again, harder” as you repeat this multiple times on both cheeks.

Once you are done her ass cheeks are completely red and both your hands are imprinted on them. You grab Jihyo from the waist and bring her up.

“Let’s change the pace a bit” and move her into the standing doggy position. You support her by holding onto her arms to keep her from falling back onto the bed.

Every thrust is hard and reaches deep inside of her. The amount of moaning that results from this is amazing. She went from just taking it in the ass to clenching your cock with her ass.

“Fuck jihyo, your ass feels nice and tight, you’re going to make me cum.”

“Yes, cum inside of my former virgin ass, flood my ass with your cum” she moans. “This ass, this tight pussy, these tits, everything is yours. You can cum inside of me whenever you want. Don’t hold back, fill me to the brim.”

“I’m going to cum, let it all inside” as a tsunami of cum comes rushing into her ass, filling it all.

“Fu…fuck… so warm. That feels nice” as her eyes begin to roll back from the pleasure and begins to lose her balance. You having spent your energy from fucking so long fall onto the bed with Jihyo.

You slowly regain your balance after getting dizzy for a moment and pull out. You feel your cock struggling to get out as Jihyo is unconsciously trying to hold onto your cock with her walls. You give a bit more strength and your cock is released from jihyo’s grasps as you hear a popping noise from the suction of having your cock inside of her.

You then see a gaping asshole as jihyo’s ass is trying to clench onto something but there is nothing else to grab onto. “Aww my poor jihyo passed out from having her first anal experience.”

You watch her as she is laying there on the bed and as her asshole is spilling out cum, from being overflowed with your cum.

You walk towards the chair where you pants was and pull out your phone and take a picture. A picture of her first anal experience and the amount of cum that is escaping.

You then try to move her a better spot of the bed so she can finally get some rest, after this long but hard session.

You lay down next to hear and kiss her back but not before hearing a semi conscious Jihyo say “i want you to hold me tight and i want to sleep your your cock inside of me like the old days.”

There is not need for words as you bring her in closer on cuddle her, but not before you shove your cock back inside of her tight pussy and finally get some sleep.

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Little did you know that your dumb butt forgot to close the door as you made your way back to the room.

The door was slightly open and allowed the opportunity for someone to catch a glimpse if they wanted to. And that is exactly what happened.

As momo woke up from her sleep she made her way to the kitchen but heard noises coming from the room that you and jihyo were using. Curious she walks towards the room and sees what was going on and stays to watch the action.

Tzuyu also comes out from the bathroom and sees momo standing in front of the room and walks up to momo and says “what are you doing momo unnie?

“Shhh… just look” as she tries to whisper and not get caught. They both peek and watch as you are fucking jihyo from behind and destroying her ass. The moans of pleasure that is coming from Jihyo is something that they haven’t seen before and it’s addictive.

“I feel hot momo unnie” whispers Tzuyu as she unknowingly is getting horny. ‘I’m kind of hot too” as momo has her hands inside of her shorts, touching herself. “Momo unnie, you’re leaking something down your shorts” as momo is leaking nectar form all this excitement. “You too, look” as momo points out to Tzuyu as she is also leaking nectar from her shorts.”

“Momo unnie, i think im horny” as she starts to place her hand inside of her shorts and begins to finger herself. Momo initially surprised but can’t blame Tzuyu because she feels the same way.

They both finger fuck themseleves as they watch you and Jihyo have the best time of your lives, together.

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[heyftinally]

Here's a hard question...

Are there any Taylor Swift songs that you like? Or at least find tolerable?

Y'know, that's a complicated question.

I used to like her music. I wouldn't have called myself a swiftie in any way, but I had several of her albums on my mp3 at the time, and I owned three CDs.

That was in high school, when her music was at the same maturity level as myself. I listened to "fifteen" the morning of my 15th birthday. I listened to "superstar" on the drive to my first concert, dreaming of the disney-channel-level meet cute I was highly unlikely but desperate to have with my celebrity crush. Heck, I remember singing "teardrops on my guitar" in my grandpa's car when I was in middle school. He thought it was awful, but as a country fan he put up with it because I liked it, and he wanted us to have that to connect over - I wasn't the biggest fan of his music, nor he mine, but that was our middle ground for a time (and Dolly Parton, who was my grandpa's favorite).

So in some ways, beautiful eyes to sparks fly Taylor Swift music reminds me of a variety of moments in my life, most of which I remember with a kind of slightly cringey fondness. I was a CRINGE teenager, but I know that I was cringe due to how socially stunted I was thanks to how I was raised. So I don't look back on that version of myself, because she was doing her best to build an independent identity with nothing but a few caricatures from TV shows, the morals of many books, and an internet connection.

That said, Taylor Swift is still Taylor Swift. Her shortcomings are inextricably tied to her work. So in general, her music puts an unpleasant taste in my mouth. If made to listen to her music I prefer the older stuff that at least has that nostalgia for me, but given the choice my nostalgia music doesn't include her.

Her current stuff ranges from just flat out bad (FUCKING KARMA) to just so out of touch that it's no longer entertaining to me.

I'm not who I was in high school anymore. That was ten years ago - I've lived at least three lives since then. That little 16yo girl who feared she was doomed to be unlovable and desperately needed fanciful daydreams like "today was a fairytale" to make her believe that one day she would be wanted is now an adult who understands that relationships aren't that simple, and that I had a LOT of healing and self understanding to do before I was truly ready to date. Taylor's music, a decade later, still sounds like my unhealed high school self. And I've grown too far from that place for her music to resonate with me.

So I guess the short version is, not by choice, but I can find nostalgia in her older songs if I have to. And truth be told, if she was a better person, I could probably enjoy those songs again. But I don't forsee her becoming a better person, so her songs with remain where they lay in my opinion. The old stuff was okay, maybe even decent, and enjoyable enough for my teenage hopelessly romantic self. But to my adult self, that's like asking me if I was to re-do freshman year of high school: it was fun, but I'd rather keep it in my memories than my present.

[red84938dan]

K.R.O.

ACTOR

Nolan North

REAL NAME

Knight Robot One Microprocessor

ALIAS(ES)

K.R.O.

BIRTH DATE

2021

DEATH DATE

2021 (briefly)

AGE

21 Years

ALTERNATE MODE

Highly modified Nautical Blue and Diamond Black 2021 Shelby Cobra GT500KR Super Snake

GENDER

Male

EYE COLOR

Blue

AFFILIATIONS

Eques Industries

POSITION

Field Unit Supercar

RELATED CHARACTERS

Garth Knight

Kenneth Franklin

PARTNER

Martin Marcus

"I'm voice of Knight Robot One microprocessor. K.R.O. for easy reference, KRO if you prefer."

"I'm Knight Robot One, K.R.O. if you prefer. I'm next generation of car of tomorrow day."

"Correct, I'm not a car. I'm Knight Robot One. First and bold new generation of car of tomorrow day, you may call me K.R.O."

K.R.O. (is an acronym for Knight Robot One) is one of next generation of car of tomorrow day. KRO's body appears as a highly modified Nautical Blue and Diamond Black 2021 Shelby Cobra GT500KR Super Snake. KRO's designer and creator is Kenneth Franklin. KRO's prime driver is Martin Marcus, field agent of Eques Industries.

KRO's General Specs:

Vehicle: Front engine, rear-wheel drive, two-door coupe.

Power: 789 HP (800 PS) and 590 lb⋅ft (800 N⋅m).

Weight: 4,000 lb (1,800 kg).

Engine: highly modified turbine ramjet engine with highly modified afterburners.

Transmission: computer-controlled 10-speed dual-clutch automatic transmission with autopilot.

License Plate: blue-on-black vanity plates "KNIGHT", "SPYCAR".

History

KRO is conceived and designed by Kenneth Franklin when he working for Knight Industries. Car is supposed to be a new and refined version of KITT and KARR, complete with additional features and an alloy composed of a nano-polymeric compound which surpassed original Molecular Bonded Shell in resilience and stability.

KRO's main cybernetic processor was based upon schematics of KITT (Knight Industries Two Thousand, Knight Industries Three Thousand) and KARR (Knight Automated Roving Robot, Knight Auto-Cybernetic Roving Robotic-Exoskeleton) and constructed by Garth Knight, his company Eques Industries. KRO is programmed with a male personality and bound to protect human life. Although he will kill a human unless ordered to. However, Kenneth say better use for "him" in Foundation's crime-fighting crusade and eventually system was installed in vehicle. KRO was in fact second vehicle built by Knight Industries with an artificial intelligence. His was K.R.O. (Knight Reformulation One). KRO was programmed for self-preservation, but this proved to be dangerous to the Foundation's interests. KRO was later deactivated and placed in storage while KRO was given to his new operator Martin Marcus.

Unlike KRO, KRO is programmed primarily to protect Martin and all human life at all costs. This is made clear when Martin asks James Marland if KRO will protect anyone driving it. James's answer is that KRO's primary function is protect of human life, and Martin's in particular.

KRO's Chassis was ultimately destroyed in a two vs one Battle with KRO (Knight Reformulation One). Although his Neural Processor Unit is saved by Martin Marcus, Garth Knight, KITT (Knight Industries Twelve Thousand) and KARR (Knight Agent Road Robot).

In 2023 Garth Knight and Kenneth Franklin found and rebuilt KRO in Satellite Surveillance Center, so they takes them, put them back together and combined features from KITT (Knight Industries Twelve Thousand) and KARR (Knight Agent Road Robot) with new ones aswell into one car Knight 12000 and together Martin with help of KRO they seek out to make a difference in world once more.

KRO's Features:

KRO is loaded with special features, most of which can be activated by buttons on panels to either side of steering wheel or on a console on ceiling of interior.

Some of KRO's features include following:

Computer AI - "brain" of KRO is Knight 12000 Neural Microprocessor, center of a "self-aware" cybernetic logic module that allowing KRO to think, learn, communicate and interact with Martin and others humans.

KRO is fully aware of himself.

KRO is a highly ultra-advanced quantum neural-net supercomputer on wheels. KRO's reaction time is 1/10 nanosecond, and his memory capacity is over unlimited quettabytes, also KRO's microprocessor can operate with 800 trillion operations with access time in 1 nanosecond.

KRO was programmed to obey all orders given to him by his human designer and creator, so long as humans didn't violate his prime doctrine - directive of protect human life (especially Martin's) to best of his abilities.

System can drive car better than any a human operator can be.

He can provide music, video and video games via an in-dash entertainment system, which is two 17-inch 1920x1080 IPS Full HD Super AMOLED TFT LED-LCD video display monitors and windscreen projection.

Armor - KRO has a layer of woven Teflon armor along his interior cabin while beneath his nanoskin is a tungsten-carbide and cobalt-chromium steel support lattice which maintains his structural integrity. Molecular Bonded Shell - Molecular Bonded Shell casing encases his cabin compartment to protect his driver from harm. Nanotech Skin Repair - His nanoskin which overlays his armor and molecular shell are just as fast and versatile as KITT's and KARR's, able to repair damage quickly as well as alter his appearance, changing his paint job at will if he so chooses. His nanoskin is not equipped for absolute stealth, though he does have a stealth mode. This stealth mode is essentially a matte black angular version of his attack mode which allows him to drop from radar like any stealth vehicle.

Molecular Bonded Shell - KRO is armored with "Tri-Helical Plasteel 2000 MBS", or Molecular Bonded Shell plating which protects him from almost all forms of conventional firearms and explosive devices. They can only be harmed by heavy artillery and rockets, and even then, blast usually leaves most of car's shell intact and only damages internal components. Shell protects every part of car including tires. As a result, KRO could act as a shield for explosives by driving over bombs and suppressing blast. He can literally drive over Anti-tank mines to neutralise them.

Shell also protects against fire and electricity; however, it is vulnerable to some potent acids and at least one formula was made to completely neutralize shell. Long exposure to seawater can weaken shell.

Shell provides a frame tolerance of 550,000 lb (275 tons) and a front and rear axle suspension load of 200,000 lb (100 tons).

Shell is actually a combination of three secret substances referred together as "Knight Compound". It was developed by Wilton Knight who entrusted parts of formula to three separate people. Each individual knows only two pieces of formula, ensuring that any two of them could make more of Knight Compound in an emergency situation and that no one person would be able to make it. Garth Knight and Kenneth Franklin upgraded MBS to be even more powerful by 300%, making KRO most indestructible Knight Industries vehicle ever.

Pyroclastic Lamination - KRO is protected by a thermal-resistant coating that can withstand sustained temperatures over 4980 degrees Celsius.

Power System - KRO is powered by highly modified turbine ramjet engine with highly modified afterburners and a computer-controlled 10-speed dual-clutch automatic transmission with autopilot. Sound of KRO's turbine ramjet engine is rough and fierce. Specifications: 800 PS and 800 N⋅m, 0 to 62 mph in 0.286 seconds, ¼ mile in 4.286 seconds. Electromagnetic hyper-vacuum water-cooled carbon-ceramic disc brakes: 9 ft., 9 ft. braking distance (70 to 0, 300 to 0 mph).

Rocket Fire Boost - KRO has an internal self-charging rocket fire boost system. System consisted of a series of rear mounted undercarriage rocket motors which allowing car to accelerate to speeds in excess of 500 mph. Rockets can fire both forwards and backwards as needed.

System has one secondary use:

It can be using to provide power for pushing or pulling heavy objects when necessary.

Turbo Boost - KRO has an internal self-charging turbo boost system. System consisted of a series of rear mounted undercarriage rocket motors which allowing car to accelerate to speeds in excess of 500 mph. Rockets can fire both forwards and backwards as needed.

System has one secondary use:

It can be using to provide power for pushing or pulling heavy objects when necessary.

Turbo Boost - An internal self-charging power injector system that allows for large, but long amounts of power to allow KRO to jump over obstacles and to move forward, up, left, right, or reverse at high speed for long distances. This ability along with directional exhaust outlets allows KRO to jump from a standstill or at high speed and this ability with ion boosters and mini thrusters allows KRO do a Ski Mode.

Rocket Fire Motor - KRO also come with an internal self-charging rocket fire booster for providing a long burst of speed. It is concealed behind rear number plate, which flipped upwards and retracted into body of car.

Voice Synthesizer - KRO's Voice synthesizer allows KRO as well as other similar vehicles logic modules to speak and communicate. Other sounds, such as a police raid to fool criminals or a wild animal's growl, can also be simulated. Voice Synthesizer "speaks" through Voice Orb Modulator in interior of vehicle. KRO's primary spoken language is English, however by accessing his language module, he can speak fluently in German, Spanish and French. Module can also be adjusted to give KRO different accents.

Electronic Jamming System - KRO has an Electronic Jamming System which consists of three main components: Electromagnetic Field Generator, Electronic Field Disrupter and Microwave Ignition Sensor. System can take control of electronic machines, allowing such diverse activites as cheating at slot machines, breaking electronic locks, scrambling security cameras, and withdrawing money from ATMs. System is using most frequently to disable engine and activate brakes on a fleeing vehicle. Sometimes, KRO using system to magnetize and manipulate non-electronic objects such as a mechanical combination lock, and to create "poltergeist" activity, moving random objects to frighten people.

Anamorphic Equalizer - Equalizer device is a fiber-optic array of electronic "eyes". Scanner can see in all visual wavelengths as well as X-Ray and infrared. When KRO's surveillance mode was active, bar will light up and make an ominous swooping sound as it panned left and right. Occasionally, bar pulsed in different patterns and swept either rapidly or slowly. It is possible to disable KRO's electronics by penetrating equalizer with a laser making this one of his few vulnerabilities.

Etymotic Equalizer - This system allowed KRO to hear sounds. An array of audio sensors were threaded throughout his interior and exterior.

Aroma Monitor - KRO can "smell" via a much more complex atmospheric sample device mounted in his front bumper.

Microscanners - Microscanners are tiny audio and visual sensors embedded into grooves of KRO's body. They allow for visual tracking and display of anything around car.

Cruise Modes - These are KRO's three drive modes:

Normal - On "Normal", Martin had control of car. In an emergency, KRO can still take over and activate Auto Cruise mode. In order to prevent this, Martin has to use Manual Override.

Auto - In "Auto", KRO has an "Alpha Circuit" as part of his main control system, which allows CPU to drive himself utilizing a highly advanced Auto Collision Avoidance system.

Pursuit - "Pursuit" is used during high-speed driving and is a combination of manual and computer assisted operation. KRO can respond to road conditions faster than Martin's reflexes can; however, Martin is technically in control of vehicle and KRO helped guide certain maneuvers.

Silent Mode - KRO can run silently. Feature dampened his engine noise and allows him to sneak around.

Computer Override - KRO has a hidden switch and setting dial under dash that either completely shuts down his AI module or deactivates certain systems should need arise.

Manual Override - KRO has a function which can be activated in order to completely lock AI from all vehicle controls. Unlike Computer Override, Manual Override simply keeps KRO from activating Auto Cruise or preventing anyone inside car from doing something that would probably hurt them. KRO's AI is still able to protest such actions vocally.

Adaptive camouflage - KRO is equipped with a sophisticated cloaking device. Tiny cameras project what they see onto a light-emitting polymer skin on opposite side, rendering car effectively invisbile to naked eye.

Police Lights/Siren - KRO has police lights, and he has a siren in Police mode.

Grappling Hook and Winch - KRO has a hidden winch and grappling hook system, one mounted under his front bumper, and another in a compartment behind his tail light plate. Most often hook is connected by a strong cable, but a metal arm has also been seen.

Parachute - KRO is equipping with a parachute.

Oil Jets/Smokescreen - KRO can spray an oil slick and a plume of smoke from under rear bumper.

Machine guns - KRO has twin M134 Miniguns, concealed behind each of its retractable headlamps.

Flamethrower - KRO have flamethrowers mounted under his rear bumper.

Tear Gas Launcher - KRO can dispense a cloud of tear gas along with his smokescreen.

Rocket Fire - KRO can to fire a small rocket out of his tailpipe or retractable foglamps, also can launch magnesium flares which can also be used to divert heat-seeking missiles fired at him.

Anti Missile Flares - Deploying from rear bumper of KRO. Disk-like objects that when dispensed produce an intense heat source to deter heat-seeking projectiles.

High Traction Drop Downs - When activated, HTDD system hydraulically raises KRO's chassis for better traction when driving off-road.

Traction Spikes - When activated KRO's tires will have spikes coming out in order for KRO to drive up steep off-road hills.

Telephone Comlink - Martin can contact home base and communicate with others people using KRO's two 17-inch 1920x1080 IPS Full HD TFT LED-LCD video display monitors and windscreen projection.

Surveillance Mode - Surveillance Mode do several things:

Surveillance Mode with extended range up to 50 miles

ANPR (Automated Number Plate Recognition)

Speed radar front and rear

X-ray/infrared spectrum vision, Geiger counter, UV meter, camera, sound recorder

Lockpicking, computer cracking and information altering/removal

Scrambling electronic devices or vehicles

City Safety-like auto braking

Also, stuff like:

KRO can detect people and vehicles and track their movements and discern proximity.

KRO can gather structural schematics of buildings, vehicles, or other devices and help Martin avoid potential danger when he was snooping.

KRO can also monitor radio transmissions and telephone communications within a location and trace those calls.

KRO can tap into computer systems to monitor, download, alter, remove or upload information as long as he can break access codes.

Infrared Tracking Scope - KRO can monitor position of specific vehicles, including cars or helicopters in the area within 100 miles. For instance, if Martin wanted to know location of every cars or helicopters within 70 miles, KRO can display a schematic on his monitors of all vehicles, including police vehicles relative to his position and KRO can monitor position of very specific vehicles, including police cars or police helicopters in said or given area within 20 miles.

Laser Powerpack - KRO can fire a high powered ultra-frequency modulated laser capable of burning through steel plating. Like most of KRO's components, schematics for laser device are top-secret classified.

Bomb Sniffer - KRO has a bomb sniffer module that can detect explosives within 5 miles (8.0 km) of vehicle or by using a satellite connection uplink.

Bio Matrix Scanner - KRO have a medical scanner that includes an electrocardiograph (ECG). Medical scanner can monitor vital signs of individuals and display them It could indicate such conditions as if they were murdered, injured, poisoned, undergoing stress or other emotional behavior. KRO can even monitor Martin's physical activity through sensors inside driver seat. KRO can identify a humans by fingerprints, voice analysis, retina scan, or by face recognition. It used to detect health status of persons in immediate area and scanning vital stats of anyone in his passenger cabin, including heart-rate, breathing, temperature and brain-wave activity.

Reinforced chassis- KRO's chassis has been reinforced to withstand impact damage from firearms or sledgehammers. Front and rear windscreen are both bullet-proof with ultra-tough glass.

Caltrops dispenser - Dozens of spiked caltrops can be scattered in path of pursuing vehicles, shredding their tyres. Dispenser is located behind rear bumper of KRO.

Re-inflating tyres - KRO is capable of re-inflated tyres: KRO can deflate and reinflate his tyres, also tyres can self-sealing even after being hit by bullets.

Fuel Processor - KRO was powered by a highly modified turbine ramjet engine primarily fueled by liquid cryogenic rocket fuel. However, his complex fuel processor allows him to run on any combustible liquid, even liquid nitrogen gas, liquefied natural gas and liquid petroleum gas. KRO's actual fuel requirements and efficiency ratings were top secret classified, however official rating of KRO's fuel economy was 100 miles per gallon, but KRO mentioned fuel economy is 525 miles per gallon. It is means that KRO can measured his fuel economy for any combustible liquid, even liquid nitrogen gas, liquefied natural gas and liquid petroleum gas. However, when operating on fuels other than liquid cryogenic rocket fuel, KRO's fuel efficiency and power output may be lowered.

Electrochromic Windows - KRO's windows can change tint on motion: from transparent to opaque for various situations.

Voice Stress Analyzer - KRO can process spoken voices and determine if someone may be lying.

Auto Doors, Hood, and Trunklid - KRO can automatically open and close his doors and Trunklid. He can also lock his doors to prevent unauthorized entry into his driver compartment. He can also open his hood automatically.

Rotating License Plate - KRO can rotate his "KNIGHT" license plate to reveal a fictitious one reading "SPYCAR". Martin uses this to evade police when an APB was placed on him.

Seat Ejection System - KRO have two front ejection seats, mostly used when Martin needed a boost to fire escapes or building roof tops.

Passive Laser Restraint System - Restraint system helping protect Martin and any passengers from shock of sudden impacts and hard stopping, it is a primitive form of an inertial damping device.

Video Display Monitor - KRO has two 16-inch 1920x1080 IPS Full HD Super AMOLED TFT LED-LCD instrument cluster display monitors and two 17-inch 1920x1080 IPS Full HD Super AMOLED TFT LED-LCD video display monitors on his dashboard for various readouts. They are controlled by two systems, Graphic Translator (which sketches likenesses from verbal input) and Anamorphic Equalizer (which gathered visual information from KRO's front scan bar) and microscanners.

Windscreen Projection - Basically, entire front windscreen is configured to display extra information and aswell as display video communication link with other people.

Computer Printer - KRO can print incoming documents and incoming faxes, hard copies of data and faxed messages on a dashboard-mounted printer. It also doubled as a color printer/fax machine.

Radio Scanner - Mounted in two 17-inch 1920x1080 IPS Full HD Super AMOLED TFT LED-LCD video display monitors, radio scanner was capable of eavesdropping on civilian, police and military radio frequencies.

Revolving number plates - KRO is come with rotating number plates, some of which included: "SPYCAR" or "KNIGHT" (US), "BMT 216A" or "BMT 214A" (UK), "4711-EA-62" (France) and "LU 6789" (Switzerland). Martin uses this to evade police when an APB was placed on him.

Miscellaneous Items - Along with his nanoskin and automatic tire repair systems, KRO can forcibly jettison any passenger within his interior as well as any objects in his trunk if it necessary for Martin.

Holographic projections - KRO can project holograms of himself, as seen when he and Martin are being chased by a cop. These clones have different actions seemingly based on his personality or actions and will dissipate on command or when hit by someone with force.

Molecularly Transformation - KRO has ability to split into Molecules to change appearance.

Vehicle transformations - KRO has unique ability to change between multiple vehicle forms while prime is Nautical Blue and Diamond Black 2021 Shelby Cobra GT500KR Super Snake. Forms he takes do not affect size or weight when in robot form and they share same color.

Chemical Analyzer - KRO has a retractable tray with anelectron scanner that can analyze chemical properties of various materials. It can even scan fingerprints and read ballistic information off bullets and compare these with a police database. Aside from scanning tray, system can also analyze chemical information gathered from KRO's exterior sensors. KRO has an anelectron scanner that can analyze chemical properties of various materials. It can even scan fingerprints and read ballistic information off bullets and compare these with a police database. Aside from scanning tray, system can also analyze chemical information gathered from KRO's exterior sensors.

Fire Extinguisher - KRO can put out small fires from a CO2 sprayer in his bumpers and retractable headlamps.

Interior Oxygenator - KRO can release oxygen into his driver compartment and provide air to drivers and passengers if he was ever submariged in water or buried in earth. This is also used to overcome effects of certain drugs and alcohol.

Two-Wheel Ski Drive - Ski Mode setting allowed KRO to "ski" (driving up on two wheels).

Third Stage Aquatic Synthesizer - With this system, KRO can hydroplane, effectively "driving" on water, using his wheels and turbo system for propulsion.

Amphibious Mode - KRO can float and maneuver on water like a speedboat. Transforming components include wheel arches that turn into closed arches and one propeller which emerge from lower rear of vehicle.

Submarine mode - KRO has ability to transform into a two-man submarine. Transforming components include wheel arches that turn into fins and four propellers which emerge from lower rear of vehicle.

Torpedoes - In submarine mode, car can fire small, highly explosive guided torpedoes from a launcher located in car's radiator grille. Two torpedoes can be fired at a time, with a total of 30 torpedoes storing on-board.

Remote torpedoes - While submarine, KRO is equipped with with two remote-controlled torpedo launchers on either side of car and are concealed behind side vents. A total of 15 missiles are equipped.

Sub Zero - KRO can release cryogenic gases and "flash freeze" driver compartment.

Sleep Gas - KRO can spray a gas into driver compartment that can render an unwanted occupant unconscious.

Interior Tear Gas Dispenser - Using for anti-theft and defensive purposes. KRO can fill car's cabin with tear gas to incapacitate a will-be thief.

Vacuum - KRO can expend all breathable air from driver compartment, KRO using this to rid compartment of smoke after bombs were detonated in his trunk.

Attack Mode - Three silver hood scoops that look like they should be on an aircraft appear near windscreen on hood of KRO. His Cobra form appears sleeker, and a spoiler rises up on back of his form.

Convertible Roof - By pressing "C" button on KRO's dash, Martin can bring top down and KRO become a convertible.

Gatling Guns - 2 gatling-style guns that are retracted from hood. KRO deploys a single machine gun while in regular mode. KRO's gatling guns have an approximate rate of fire of 1,143 rounds per second.

Offensive Missiles - 4 tube launched missiles that are retracted from front bumper and either door.

Other equipment:

Comlink - KRO is in constant contact with Martin via a two-way communication wristwatch (a modified 2010's Xiaomi touchscreen watch ) Martin wore. Watch also had a micro camera and scanner that KRO can access to gather information.

Homing Device - In dire emergency, Martin can activate a secret homing beacon hidden inside Martin's head. Beacon sends a priority signal that can remotely activate KRO and override his programming so that he rushes to Martin's aid.

Gadgets:

Virtual Reality Heads-up Display

Rather than dash-mounted two 17-inch 1920x1080 IPS Full HD Super AMOLED TFT LED-LCD video display monitors and windscreen projection, KRO uses a virtual reality heads-up display (VR-HUD) that makes use of entire windscreen as video monitor.

Thermal Expander

KRO is equipping with an offensive weapon which consisted of a microwave projector that caused temperatures of targeted objects to quickly rise and either ignite or explode.

Remote Target Assist

This allows Martin Marcus aim and fire with a complete and perfect accuracy.

Microwave Stunner

Similar to "non-lethal" sidearms used by police, KRO is equipping with a microwave stunner that can incapacitate criminals.

Voice Activated Controls

KRO's dashboard is less "cluttered looking" than KITT's and KARR's original dash with most of controls now being completely voice activated rather than having to push a button.

Infrared Scanner

Infrared Scanner is a device with which KRO can scan on an Infrared level, which would identify laser scope rifles as well as hidden objects giving off heat.

Voice Sampler

Similar to KITT's and KARR's Anharmonic Synthesizer, this device can simulate any voice which has been recorded into KRO's memory.

Thermal Sensor

This system allows to KRO watch and record what is happening in a particular place. For example, inside a vehicle.

Specifications:

0-62 in 0.286 seconds

¼ in 4.286 seconds

Top Speed 200+ mph

Two 17-inch 1920x1080 IPS Full HD TFT LED-LCD video display monitors

HUD

VR-HUD

Map-System v2.3

Satellite Connection Uplink

Extended on-board power systems

Reinforced body structure and body panels

Enhanced tracking and navigation systems

a whole lot more

Dialogue Color Claim

082567 (Deep Sapphire).

082567 (Deep Sapphire).

Theme Songs

Miami at Night Drive by Allister Brimble

Rio at Day Chase by Allister Brimble

Las Vegas at Night Drive by Allister Brimble

[anonymousmythicalcreature]

For the ask game: top five changes you'd make to DBH, if given the chance.

Turns out doing my top 5 overall changes was kinda impossible, so I cheated a bit and instead came up with 5 changes I'd make that I don't think I've talked about much before (or expanded versions of things I do know I've talked about) and then ranked those against each other.

#5: Either combine Gavin and Captain Allen together, or alter their character designs so they're more visually distinct

Currently, there are two things that visually distinguish these characters from each other: face shape/structure and clothing. Combined with the fact that these two characters never appear in a scene together, and take actions that make complete sense combined with the other's actions and personality, these two become very difficult to tell apart when you have some level of face blindness like I do.

Yes, this is a confession that I didn't realize these were separate characters when I first got into DBH. This is also a confession that I thought the scar on Gavin's face was just another piece of fanon for about a year, until I sat down and stared at his character model a bunch and realized that, yes, he did have a very faded scar across his face. The scar would absolutely work to distinguish them if it were made more visible (meaning that it would have to be from a more recent event).

#4: Make Luther a part of the hug at the border when all of Kara's family survives

This is just kinda awkward the way it is now in canon, with him standing there watching while Kara and Alice hug. Plus, they've already got a hug animation for all three of them for the ending where they all make it out of the camp alive, so... what's the problem with reusing it here?

#3: Let the player know from the start that Amanda and the Zen Garden are programs in Connor's head

Right now, this plot twist feels like it's there for the sake of having a plot twist in Connor's story rather than the plot twist actually doing something. I think there would still be sufficiently high tension during Connor and Amanda's conversation in Last Chance Connor without this plot twist being present -- topics such as Connor's similarity to deviants, Amanda being based off of Elijah's mentor, and Elijah's various non-answers in Meet Kamski would still be on the table, and dialogue options about the stone and the previous Connors' graves in the Zen Garden (should you have looked at them previously) could potentially be added in to round things out (with Amanda giving some very deflective non-answers in response). I think this would create a stronger focus on Connor being manipulated and Connor's relationship to deviancy during this conversation, because right now the options present feel... kind of random and like they only connect to Meet Kamski rather than to Connor's story at large -- and considering that this is the chapter where Hank makes one last appeal to Connor's deviancy by bring up his previous actions and it's the one where Connor attempts to find Jericho's location by using all the evidence he's gathered in his previous investigations, I would really like this conversation to also tie a bunch of things together in Connor's story.

#2: Let Connor find out about Cole little by little throughout his chapters with Hank

I know I've talked about this before, but to rehash that: currently, Connor finds out about Cole in Russian Roulette through a photo in Hank's house, which brings up Cole's name, as well as his dates of birth and death, in Connor's system. Then, should Connor and Hank meet in Battle for Detroit, Connor also knows how Cole died and that red ice and an android were involved... with no explanation as to how he got this information. This could be done by having Fowler mention something in Waiting for Hank or Last Chance Connor, having Hank avoid certain places (such as the hospital or the site of the accident) when him and Connor drive to someplace, and giving Connor the chance to cross-reference these pieces of information with police and medical records in his head during some of his investigations instead of dealing with whatever the actual investigation is. This mechanic would be required for Connor to unlock the option about Cole in Battle for Detroit, and would give Connor software instability while also running down the timer on the current investigation (remember here that the preconstruct/reconstruct abilities involve slowed time passage, not no time passage, so I have no reason to believe that this mechanic would work any differently). This would make Connor's investigations more difficult by forcing the player to balance out finding evidence about what happened to Cole and finding evidence for Jericho's location, both of which would be required to get the Survivors trophy when going down Connor's deviant path. This would also make it more likely that players would run out of time on investigations, which is currently one of the rarer outcomes for these chapters.

#1: Get rid of the Demonstration Kiss with North

In the demonstration, all the remaining members of Jericho are being held at gunpoint by human members of the US military, and will die unless you do something to convince the president (also a human) not to kill you. Kissing is one of the options you have if Markus and North became lovers in Freedom March and North is still alive at the end of the demonstration.

North deviated because she couldn't take being used by humans in a nonconsenually romantic/sexual manner anymore in a context where we know from the events of The Eden Club that a human absolutely could injure or kill an android.

This means that the demonstration kiss is basically just North's backstory, but worse... yet the aftermath is somehow still just as happy and celebratory and good as the aftermath of the sing option.

I don't really think there's anything that can be done about this except to just not have this option... with North. In a version of the game where Josh or Simon were romance options, I would be fine with Markus doing the demonstration kiss with one of them, because then no one would have a trauma that's getting completely recreated in a somehow worse way that's then brushed off like it's nothing.

#1: Either combine Gavin and Captain Allen together, or alter their character designs so they're more visually distinct

Currently, there are two things that visually distinguish these characters from each other: face shape/structure and clothing. Combined with the fact that these two characters never appear in a scene together, and take actions that make complete sense combined with the other's actions and personality, these two become very difficult to tell apart when you have some level of face blindness like I do.

Yes, this is a confession that I didn't realize these were separate characters when I first got into DBH. This is also a confession that I thought the scar on Gavin's face was just another piece of fanon for about a year, until I sat down and stared at his character model a bunch and realized that, yes, he did have a very faded scar across his face. The scar would absolutely work to distinguish them if it were made more visible (meaning that it would have to be from a more recent event).

[vievecorcityrp]

GABRIEL MOORE

GENDER: Cis male

SPECIES: Human (Medium)

AGE: 27

SEXUALITY: Homosexual

OCCUPATION: Police officer

DISTRICT: Chissob Hills

BACKGROUND:

Gabriel, or Gabe as most people call him, was born and raised in Vievecor City. His father was a drunk who died in a car accident when Gabe was six years old. His mother worked for the city police and did her best to raise him on her own. She could not always be around and Gabe learned early on to make his own mac 'n' cheese for dinner and wake up in time for school in the morning.

Being a kid with an overload of energy, Gabriel could not stay put. He stayed out late playing with the neighbours' kids, exploring the city or getting into trouble. More than once he was given a ride home in one of the district police cars. But he never wanted to be a criminal, in fact he dreamt from a young age that he would drive those cars himself one day. That dream stayed with him into adulthood, and when it was time to choose a path he chose the police force.

Working hard to keep the city safe was what he wanted, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to keep going out at night. Parking tickets by day, clubbing by night. That's how he met the most beautiful person he had ever seen. There was something hypnotising about them, something savage and exciting. They started dating, the nights got longer and filled with more dance, alcohol and thrills. Gabe had always made sure to show up fresh at work, but this relationship changed him. He started coming in late, in dirty clothes from the day before, started missing shifts.

Three months into the relationship it had turned into an obsession. Gabe was living more at night than during the day. And that's when he found out that he was dating a vampire. It was a mind-blowing revelation, but he was too intoxicated by love to even realise what this reveal meant about the world he was living in. He started disappearing into the vampire clubs for days at a time, which caused great concern among his colleagues and his mother. It all culminated one day when he had come in pale as a sheet in his boss telling him he was suspended.

The official version was drug abuse. No trace of any human drug was found in Gabe, the tests could not detect vampire blood. After a time of suspension Gabe was allowed back on the force, but this time under the close watch of Luke Holt. The demon was the closest to a father figure Gabe had, and he had kept an eye on him during the past years on the force. Now they became partners, and Gabe found in Luke a guide to the world he had only glimpsed. The run-in with vampires had brought Gabe into the world of the supernatural, and now he would work to help keep it safe.

PERSONALITY: Brave, kind, loyal, impatient, daring, inattentive

CHARACTER: Wanted - Luke Holt’s Partner

BLOG: @gabe-moore​

[brn1029]

On this date in music history…I’m talking about when you didn’t have auto tune because you couldn’t sing, and you had an instrument you actually played….

August 3rd

2015 - AC/DC

Former AC/DC drummer Phil Rudd pleaded not guilty to breaching the conditions of his current home detention by drinking alcohol. Rudd had been under house detention since being sentenced for drug possession and making threats to kill in July of this year. The 61-year-old could face further sanctions, including jail time, if the judge decided he did violate his conditions.

2012 - Stevie Wonder

Stevie Wonder representatives confirmed that the singer had filed for divorce, ending his 10-year marriage to Kai Millard Morris. The legal proceedings were initiated under his given name, Stevland Morris. Stevie's first marriage to Syreeta Wright ended in 1972.

2007 - Brian May

Queen guitarist Brian May handed in his astronomy PhD thesis - 36 years after abandoning it to join the band. May had recently carried out observational work in Tenerife, where he studied the formation of "zodiacal dust clouds".

1991 - Metallica

Metallica held a playback party to launch their self-titled album at Madison Square Garden in New York City. Kurt Cobain and Krist Novoselic from Nirvana both attended.

1987 - Def Leppard

Def Leppard released their fourth studio album Hysteria which became their best selling album to date, selling over 20 million copies worldwide. The title of the album was thought up by drummer Rick Allen relating to his experiences during the time of his car accident, and the worldwide media coverage that followed.

1985 - Cars

'Drive' by The Cars was re-released following it's dramatic use on TV during the Live Aid concert. All the royalties from the record went to the Band Aid trust.

1974 - Bruce Springsteen

Anne Murray appeared at The Schaefer Festival in New York as the headlining act. The opening act was Bruce Springsteen's E Street Band.

1973 - Stevie Wonder

Stevie Wonder released his 16th studio album Innervisions. Wonder played all or virtually all instruments on six of the album's nine tracks, singles from the album were, 'Higher Ground' and 'Living for the City' and 'He's Misstra Know-It-All'.

1971 - Paul McCartney

Paul McCartney announced the formation of his new group Wings with his wife Linda and former Moody Blues guitarist and singer Denny Laine.

1969 - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Creedence Clearwater Revival released their third studio album and first US No.1 Green River. It was the second of three albums they released in this year, the first one being Bayou Country and the third Willy and the Poor Boys. The album featured the title track and 'Bad Moon Rising' both of which were major hits in the US.

1968 - Doors

The Doors started a two week run at No.1 on the US singles chart with 'Hello I Love You', the group's second US No.1. 'Hello I Love You', was also in the Top 5 at the same time as Jose Feliciano's version of 'Light My Fire', giving The Doors two songs, written by the group, simultaneously in the Top 5.

1968 - Tiny Tim

The two day Newport Pop Festival took place in Costa Mesa, California with Alice Cooper, Canned Heat, Chambers Brothers, Charles Lloyd Quartet, Country Joe and the Fish, Electric Flag, James Cotton Blues Band, Paul Butterfield Blues Band, Sonny & Cher, Steppenwolf and Tiny Tim. Over 100,000 fans attended the festival.

1967 - The Jimi Hendrix Experience

The Jimi Hendrix Experience played the first of five nights at the Salvation Club in New York City. During this period a typical set list included: 'Foxy Lady', 'Hey Joe', 'The Wind Cries Mary', 'Purple Haze' and 'Burning Of The Midnight Amp'.

1966 - The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones began nine days recording sessions for their next album at Los Angeles, RCA Studios, Hollywood, USA. Tracks recorded included: Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing In The Shadow? Let’s Spend The Night Together, My Obsession, Yesterday's Papers and Back Street Girl.

1963 - Beach Boys

The Beach Boys released 'Surfer Girl', the first song Brian Wilson ever wrote and the first one he produced.

[college-girl199328]

The violence Monday at The Covenant School is the latest to roil the nation. Three 9-year-old students were killed as the head of the grade school, a custodian, and a substitute teacher.

The suspect, Audrey Hale, 28, was a former student at the school. Police said the shooter did not target specific Hale was not on their radar before the attack. Police say Hale was under a doctor's care for an undisclosed emotional disorder.

Police have released videos of the shooting, including edited surveillance footage that shows the driving up to the school, glass doors being shot out shooter ducking through one of their videos, which shows a woman greeting police outside as they arrive at The Covenant School on Monday are all locked down have two kids that we where they are,” she tells the police.

Engelbert replies woman then directs officers to Fellowship Hall and says people inside had just heard gunshots. “Upstairs are a bunch of kids,” she says.

Three officers, including Engelbert, search rooms one by one in the school, and one officer says to climb the stairs to the second floor and enter a lobby area. “Move in,” an officer yells. Then a barrage of gunfire is heard.

Hands away from the gun," an officer yells twice. Then the shooter is shown motionless on the floor detailed map of the school, including potential entry points, and conducting surveillance of the building before carrying out the massacre, authorities said.

Police response times to school shootings are under greater scrutiny after the elementary school massacre in Uvalde before law enforcement stormed the classroom. In Nashville, police 14 minutes passed from the initial call about a shooter in the school to when the suspect was killed, but they have not said how long it took them to arrive.

Surveillance video of The Covenant School grounds released by police shows a time stamp of just before 10:11 a.m. when shot out by the shooter. Police said they received a call about a shooter at 10:13 a.m. but arrived, and the edited bodycam footage didn’t include time stamps. A police spokesperson didn’t immediately respond to an email Tuesday asking when whether any version of the video stamps.

Police have given unclear information on Hale's gender. For hours Monday, police identified the shooter as a woman. At a late afternoon press conference, the police chief said Hale was transgender. After the news conference, police spokesperson Don Aaron declined to elaborate on how Hale was identified.

In an email Tuesday, police spokesperson Kristin Mumford said Hale “was assigned female at birth. Hale did use male pronouns on a social media profile.”

The victims were children Evelyn Dieckhaus, Hallie Scruggs, and William Kinney, all age 9. The adults were Cynthia Peak, 61, Katherine Koonce, 60, and Mike Hill, 61.

The website of The Covenant School, a Presbyterian school founded in 2001, lists Katherine Koonce as the head of the school profile says she has led the school since July 2016 as a substitute teacher, and Hill was a custodian, according to investigators.

Metropolitan Nashville Police Chief John Drake did not say what drove Hale but said in an interview with NBC News that investigators believe the shooter had “some resentment for having to go to that school.”

Drake provided chilling examples of the shooter’s elaborate planning for the targeted attack, the latest in a series of mass shootings in a country that has grown increasingly unnerved by schools.

“We have a manifesto, we have some writings that we’re going over that pertain to this date, the actual incident,” he told reporters. “We have a map of how this going to take place.”

Authorities said Hale was armed with two “assault-style” weapons as a handgun. At least two of them were believed to have been obtained legally in the Nashville area, according to the chief. Police said a search of Hale’s home shotgun, a second shotgun, and other unspecified evidence.

President Joe Biden said he had spoken to the Nashville chief of police, the mayor, and senators in Tennessee. He pleaded with Congress to pass stronger gun safety laws, including a ban on assault weapons.

Congress has to act, Biden said. The majority of the American people think having assault weapons is an idea. Founded as a ministry of Covenant Presbyterian Church, The Covenant School is in the affluent Green Hills neighborhood just south of downtown Nashville that is home to the famous Bluebird Cafe, beloved by musicians and songwriters.

The school has about 200 students from preschool through sixth grade and roughly 50 staff members. Before Monday’s violence in Nashville at K-12 schools since 2006 were killed within 24 hours, according to a database maintained by The Associated Press and USA Today in partnership with Northeastern University. In all of them, the shooters were males.

The database does not include school shootings in which fewer than four people were killed, which have become far more common in recent years. Just last week alone, for example, school shootings happened in Denver and the Dallas area within two days of each other.

At The Covenant School, officers began clearing the first story when they heard gunshots on the second level, Aaron said. Police later said the shooter fired at arriving officers from a second-story window.

Police identified Engelbert, a four-year member of the force, and Collazo, a nine-year member, as the officers who fatally shot Hale. The surveillance video released Monday shows the shooter’s car driving up to the school from multiple angles, including one in which children can be seen playing on swings in the background. Next, an interior view shows the glass doors to the school being shot out and the shooter ducking through one of the shattered doors.

More footage from inside shows the shooter walking through a school corridor holding a gun with a long barrel and a room labeled “church office,” then coming back out. In the final part of the footage, the shooter can be seen walking down another long corridor with the gun drawn. The shooter is not seen interacting with anyone else on the video, which has no sound.

Aaron said there were no police officers present or assigned to the school at the time of the shooting because it is a church-run school.

[mingis-conspiracy-theories]

dating poly!woosang

part 4/7 of the poly!atz series (it’s been extended!); nsfw at the end :3 | taglist: @nari-nim​

a peaceful time?? with woosang???

unfortunately, the number you have dialed is no longer in service

you knowingly got into a relationship with two people who can’t shut up about their 8 YEAR FRIENDSHIP

so this is technically your fault

or so wooyoung claims....

Kang Yeosang

a little bridge troll

will openly gag when someone says that he and wooyoung make a cute couple but then will stew and marinate in his self-doubt when it hits 1pm and wooyoung still hasn’t given him his stupid good morning kiss yet

tends to stick to your side like glue and as long as he’s holding on to SOME part of your body, his head will turn this way and that all day to look for your third

but also will deny it to DEATH if you call him out on it

he doesn’t like when you bring up his and wooyoung’s 8 year friendship because he doesn’t want you to feel left out

but also uses it as an excuse to get away with SO MUCH shit

whenever he wants to pull a prank on wooyoung and needs to convince you to turn a blind eye on the fact that he’s buying 25 rolls of gift wrapping paper, he’ll distract you by taking you through the long-suffering story of their precious EiGhT yEaR FrIeNdShIp all over again

the dollarama cashier: 👁👄👁

you find out at the same time as wooyoung 2 weeks later that yeosang had used those 25 rolls of gift wrap to wrap EVERYTHING in wooyoung’s room, including his BED

will run to you snickering gleefully as soon as wooyoung starts screaming

cue the prank war that shaves 5 years off your lifespan every time you find out one of them decided to get revenge

you’re literally dating tom and jerry

you complained about it once but then they both started fighting over which one of them was jerry

doesn’t hold grudges

but also doesn’t hold back on being savage

views you as wooyoung’s greatest weakness so he will NOT hesitate to use you as collateral damage in The Prank War™

needs some serious convincing for him to realize that wooyoung’s greatest weakness is also equal parts HE HIMSELF

once he realizes, starts using himself as prank war collateral

and that’s when you realize yeosang has ZERO sense of self-preservation

gen z existential dread jokes

uses dark humour casually

a driving wooyoung, screaming, almost runs someone over

yeosang in the passenger seat, deadpan: “that’s fifty points for gryffindor!”

but despite his trolling, is actually really sweet when it counts

will take you to a quiet park for a picnic date where he will proceed to nap on you until your leg circulation cuts off

will drag you and wooyoung to his favourite chicken restaurant so he can have all three of his favourite things at once

will make going for ice cream at the nearby convenience store late at night ✨a date✨

HOWEVER, when he’s not hanging out with just the two of you or if you’re hanging out in a group that he’s unfamiliar with, he turns SHY!!

ERROR 404: savage yeosang not found

the MILLISECOND shy introvert yeosang needs protecting, The Prank War™ gets put on hold

ENTER WOOYOUNG: fierce protector of all things yeosang

these two are at that level of unspoken trust where yeosang will trust wooyoung to speak FOR him

and that’s a level of trust that is NOT easily attainable

if some rando tries to talk to yeosang during a party, they basically  just end up talking to wooyoung no cap

despite yeosang’s usual independence, will 100% need his hand held during a party

if you let go, he WILL die

uses wooyoung as his extrovert shield

uses you as his social battery charging dock

strangers usually make the assumption that you’re either dating yeosang or dating wooyoung, but connecting the dots between wooyoung and yeosang??? it’s less likely than u think

at the same time, those two have been caught making out in the bathroom more times than you have fingers

literally never says “i love you” or any version of it except when someone questions your relationship

he just trusts that you know, and you do know, right? 🥺

it’s SO RARE hearing it from him that even you two are surprised when you do

-cue some random insulting wooyoung at a party-

yeosang: “hey! that’s my boyfriend”

stranger: “huh?”

wooyoung: “HUH??” *heart eyes*

100% tsundere

he cares about both of you a LOT, but constantly struggles to show it

also struggles to use the big L word (love)

however, his love language is ABSOLUTELY quality time

so even though he doesn’t say it often or hold your hand a lot or drape himself all over you all the time the way wooyoung does, he ALWAYS makes sure he’s close to you

will hold the door open for you and the 8 other people behind you before he gets sick of it and just slams the door shut on the 9th person

then he’ll run in tiny so he can catch up to you

feels almost homesick when neither you or wooyoung are around

wooyoung is literally his oldest friend, his anchor, his soulmate, even if he has a hard time expressing it

and you, you’re his best friend, and the one that makes his heart catch fire

how can he live without you two??

never wants to be an inconvenience so he sometimes holds back, especially when he’s feeling insecure and insignificant and he’ll bottle that shit up until he breaks down in the bathroom

especially with wooyoung, yeosang tends to get disheartened over how easily he’s able to open up around other people and how much time he spends with his other friends

but he’s also the type that will NEVER voice it. he’d rather die thanks

so you’re often the in-between for the both of them - the peanut butter and jelly between two pieces of toast 

when you finally shove nudge wooyoung in the right direction, the both of them become INSEPARABLE for the next few days, yeosang becoming so SMOTHERED in love he can barely stand it by day 4

you know it’s reached that point when yeosang shows up at your bedside when it’s time to sleep and asks if you can hide him

cue wooyoung DIVE BOMBING into your bed and right on top of yeosang at 4am in the morning, shrieking and wiggling around and ignoring both your moans of complaint until you’re both suffocating under his armpits

and then much to your fond exasperation, it’s back to The Prank War™

can sometimes be oblivious as hell

but the SECOND he figures out that either of you (or both) want to do something more than kisses with him, he gets red and FLUSTERED AS HELL and doesn’t know what to do with himself

and THAT exact moment is the moment evil horny wooyoung lives for

yeosang is a double-edged sword - savage with his tongue but somehow still so soft and innocent

and his soft and innocent side is the side only you two get to see

all his life, he’s found it really difficult to open up and let people in

so it’s really special that the two of you are among the few who’ve been allowed to bear witness to the deepest parts of himself ❤️

but then you slowly start to realize that the longer the three of you are in a relationship, the more and more corrupt yeosang is becoming...

the realization hits you like a wall of bricks when one day, yeosang starts giving you wooyoung-style bedroom eyes

and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the first time wooyoung ever got a tv remote control to the face before he could even walk through the front door

Jung Wooyoung

chaotic evil

despite claiming to be jerry, he is 1000% tom (sorry wooyoung)

his only purpose in life is to bother the fuck out of you and yeosang

or so yeosang claims...

but one time, wooyoung went back to visit his parents for a weekend and the two of you were L O S T

there was:

no one attempting to suffocate you in the morning through the sheer force of their thigh muscles

no one ripping open the shower curtain while you’re in there and ignoring your screaming just to tell you you’re out of cool ranch doritos

no one staring at you seductively from the couch in a “paint me like one of your french girls” pose as soon as you open the front door

it was a weird fucking time

but also:

no one to cook you all of your favourite dishes when you’re feeling down in the dumps

no one to chase the ice cream truck with you around the entire neighbourhood just for you to realize you both forgot your wallets

and then no one to slut drop into a sexy dance for the ice cream truck man for a popsicle worth $2

no yeosang screaming for you from the bedroom for help while a cackling wooyoung presses him down with his full weight and tries to give him a hickey

wooyoung enters your life so unapologetically, like a tornado through a room, that whenever he’s not with you, the silence is deafening

SURPRISE KISSES, EVERYWHERE, ALL THE TIME

but instead of smacking a kiss onto your cheek, he likes to do it right over your ear because it’s THAT much more annoying

already lost in The Prank War™ 14 weeks ago but no one has the heart to tell him

has so much freaking energy that you and yeosang can’t keep up sometimes

the type to wake up at 8am to skip to the gym, drink at least 3 iced americanos throughout his day, and then stay up playing video games until 2am

does this guy even need sleep??? nobody knows

unlike yeosang, has NO QUALMS with bragging about his and yeosang’s 8 year friendship to you - but unlike yeosang who only does it to get out of trouble with you, wooyoung will do it for ANYTHING

and if you start feeling left out and insecure??? ma’am, they both love you enough that they didn’t even need 8 years of your friendship first before they were willing to commit to you

and wooyoung will show it to you again and again and again

unlike yeosang who will snuggle quietly with you in bed with the lights off and ask you what’s bothering you, wooyoung will literally BITCH SLAP your insecurities right in the goddamn face

INSECURITY?? IN THIS HOUSEHOLD??? not on WOOYOUNG’S WATCH

kind of oblivious about these kinds of things, but the moment he realizes, he’s ON IT

is so aggressive about loving you afterwards that you seriously wonder why you ever doubted yourself in the first place

will wake up in the middle of the night to drag you from your bed so you can both bother yeosang in his

alone time??? he literally doesn’t know what that is. sounds fake. never heard of it. doesn’t exist

lives like he has 76 hours in one day

takes his job as yeosang’s extrovert shield VERY seriously

it actually makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside to know that his presence makes you and yeosang feel protected and secure

is also what makes his chest puff out with pride

LOVES to feel that he’s needed

is an ✨attention whore✨

literally balances out yeosang’s lack of physical and verbal affection by being OVERLY physically and verbally affectionate

says “i love you” to both you and yeosang a minimum of 10 times per day

and if he isn’t there to say it, he’ll text it, voice message it, send it to you in morse code, or scream it from the other room - whatever he has to do to make sure you hear it

and then after sending it, he’ll call you over and over again until you pick up and then ask “did you get it??? did you get my message???? did you get it?? I LOVE you”

like yes wooyoung, the entire neighbourhood heard it too thanks for asking

really into cheesy kdrama moments and will embarrass the fuck out of yeosang trying to drag him into acting it out

but will also approach it subtly like he wasn’t the one who wanted to do it in the first place

wooyoung, leaning in: “hey yeosang, you have a little something on your mouth”

yeosang: -grabs a napkin to wipe it off himself-

wooyoung: “NO!”

unlike yeosang, LIVES for each annoying nickname that he receives from you two

you once jokingly called him your sweet pink pumpkin bubblegum princess and he PREENED

how wooyoung sleeps at night knowing he was annoying as fuck all day: (◡‿◡✿)

do you two love him for it??? unfortunately yes, and he KNOWS it

sometimes has a hard time understanding that not everyone’s love language is physical affection, which is so different from yeosang who tends to shy away from touch

it puzzles the hell out of him

but if there’s one thing that’s really great about wooyoung, it’s that he’ll always try his hardest for the people he loves

yeosang isn’t feeling for physical affection today? that’s okay. he’ll write ‘i love you’ in ketchup on yeosang’s omurice instead

yeosang doesn’t want to be hugged to sleep tonight? then he’ll give up his favourite hoodie for yeo to sleep in!

you just can’t help but UWU at the sight of your two boys

and they’re all yours ❤️

except when wooyoung calls you for a ride home at 3:14am in the morning because he lost track of time being an idiot with san and missed the last train home

in which case, you no longer claim him

jung wooyoung??? never heard of him. sounds like a fake name. doesn’t exist.

but then a particularly soft yeosang shows up at your door with his dangerous SWEATER PAWS and his phone in his hand telling you that woo called him asking for a ride

and goddammit, if there’s one thing you can’t refuse it’s yeosang

and THAT, ladies and gentlemen, brings us to the first time wooyoung has ever gotten picked up at 3:45am by 2 people on a BICYCLE

“WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO SIT????”

yeosang, 100% deadpan: “on my lap”

❗ NSFW ❗

i feel like with woosang in particular, they don’t fall into any specific roles

they just do what feels good - just two horny boys desperately chasing their high

having said that though, if there’s ONE thing that can get wooyoung hard instantly, it’s seeing innocent yeosang horny and flustered

and when yeosang feels like he doesn’t know what to do with himself, he tends to crawl over to you to hide his face because he knows you won’t tease him like wooyoung does

but boy does wooyoung LIVE for that shit

he’ll crawl over to you both with the widest smirk on his face, taking his time to watch the way yeosang trembles in your hold before he starts slowly running his hands all up and down yeo’s milky skin

sometimes, wooyoung’s forwardness can be too much for him, but when you’re there too, yeosang feels like he can take on so much more

you’re his safe space 🥺 though he’ll never tell you

and by god if yeosang isn’t sensitive as all hell

anywhere you touch him has him shaking

has such a hard time suppressing his noises

and pulling his hands away from his face and telling him that you want to hear him just gets him even more embarrassed

SO easy for you and woo to gang up on poor yeosang

i feel like with these two, you can take on ANY role you prefer and it would match up PERFECTLY with these two

they just fall in line for you so easily

if you’re more dominant in bed, wooyoung will eagerly ask you how and where you want them; there’s nothing that gets him off faster than knowing you’re pleased with him

and if you’re more submissive in bed, wooyoung will automatically take the reigns without a word, falling into a more assertive headspace

wooyoung is just such a huge switch that he can blend seamlessly into any dynamic

yeosang strikes me also as a switch but leaning more towards submissive

he KNOWS what he wants, he’s just too shy to ask for it

with yeosang, there’s a VERY THIN LINE between him being too embarrassed to do anything and him saying fuck it to all his inhibitions and either just BEGGING for release or snapping and taking control of it himself

but in order to get there, you need to push him there

however, despite it all, seeing dominant yeosang is still a little rarer

as said earlier, wooyoung has the habit of shielding yeosang when things get to be too much for him

the SAME shit applies to the bedroom

after 8 years, wooyoung’s protective instincts over yeosang are so ingrained in him, he doesn’t know how to turn it off anymore

and though woo might be thick-skulled sometimes, NO ONE is as attuned to yeosang’s bedroom needs than he is

and he does it so subtly that you barely notice

yeosang’s becoming overwhelmed? bratty wooyoung will get all up in your face and goad you into spanking him

embarrassed yeosang doesn’t know how to respond to dirty talk? wooyoung will demand your attention by talking back

you can’t do anything to yeosang without doing it to wooyoung too, and some part of you has long accepted that these two are a package deal

you either get both or you get none at all

and in a way, seeing wooyoung so comfortable in his own skin has slowly taught yeosang how to be more comfortable in his own too

and as if confident yeosang isn’t the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen

wooyoung will come either WITH yeosang or AFTER him, but never before

and when you’re all done and spent will be when yeosang needs his time alone

and this is the part where you’ll need to stop woo from chasing after him

it happens EVERY TIME and you’ve learned to just smother him with all the hugs and kisses and cuddles that he wants while yeosang watches you two shyly from the other end of the bed

and of course, whenever yeosang’s ready, he’ll rejoin the two of you - sometimes it’s within the hour, sometimes it’s not until the sun starts to rise

but no matter what, you three are always, without fail, tangled up in the morning

[elysianslove]

character studies; haikyuu boys

requested by anon(s); character studies for haikyuu boys that had been requested for my 1k Event around a month back! sorry for making you bbys wait so long :(

characters; hoshiumi kōrai, kuroo tetsurō, kageyama tobio, daishō suguru, daichi sawamura, asahi azumane, miya atsumu, kita shinsuke, iwaizumi hajime

synopsis;

the character’s general personality 

the character’s general motivation 

the character’s motivation towards you 

the character’s love language 

the character’s preferred dates 

what kissing the character feels like

what being with the character feels like 

genre; fluff

warnings; just some curse words!

notes; if you’re interested in other characters, check out my masterlist! :) if you requested for a jujutsu kaisen character and i haven’t written for them yet, don’t worry, i will! 

HOSHIUMI KŌRAI 

hoshiumi’s general personality; there isn’t enough of this cutie honestly :( but honestly, the more i read of his personality and see of him in manga panels, the more i love him. i hope i can put this in words: hoshiumi is scarily skilled, in the sense that when you watch him, you’re not intimidated by him, but rather, in awe. you can visibly see all the effort he’d put into honing his skills whenever you watch him play. especially because he’s so quiet and concentrated during games, making him a completely different person on court. as a person, i see him as being extremely reliable and having a really strong, but quiet presence. so that when you’re around him, he doesn’t have to speak to let himself be known, you know? also! i remember him being really offended when an interviewer commented about how good of a player he is despite his height, and i honestly understand it. no matter what he does, he’s constantly being reduced to just his height, and how that influences everything, but there’s so much more to him than that. of course, his reasoning behind joining volleyball and becoming one of the best in japan is a little silly, but he is driven in general, and very determined. but i also don’t think he’s smug or overly confident or arrogant about his skills, even if he should because of the ladder he’d had to climb to get to where he is. he’s confident, of course, but he’s not annoyingly so. he won’t rub it in anyone’s face, because he has peace with it, in a way? like he himself is aware of it, so there’s no need to get that constant validation from others. like i said, him on court and him off court are two different people: so yes, he does love being showered in appreciation and attention, but for him, not for his volleyball self. he knows he’s good at volleyball, but appreciate him for more than that, for more than being so good despite being short; appreciate him for being caring, for being diligent and hard-working, for being a constant, reassuring and uplifting presence in everyone’s life. as i mention in the motivation section, i think hoshiumi is a very curious individual, in the sense that he’s always looking for adventure, always looking for something to catch his eye, snatch away his attention, to leave him in awe, to leave him breathless and exhilarated. i don’t think he’s an adrenaline junkie, after having said that, but i do think he’s in love with spontaneity. 

motivation; i think hoshiumi’s motivation is very simple, and it’s to better himself. to not have his inspiration and drive rely solely on to be a better version of his brother, to be better than his brother in general, but rather improve so that he can hone his own skills, so he can wow everyone around him, to be given the title of best spiker without a single comment on his height, to the best, regardless. to be the best just because he is the best. towards you, it would probably be his curiosity. like i mentioned above, i see him as really curious, so he watches you from afar, observes you, wondering how much more there is to you, wanting to learn more about you. he wants to learn of your interests and hobbies, whether they align with his or not, whether he can give you all you want or not. 

hoshiumi’s love language; physical touch and acts of service. despite what i initially thought, i don’t think he’d be too into pda. he won’t mind kissing you in front of others, of course, because there is a little part of him that’s incredibly smug about being your partner. but then again, he prefers things like holding onto your hand, or linking your pinkies together, or piggy back rides. he loves to constantly be helping you somehow, and also consecutively feed into his ego a lil, so he’ll constantly be carrying your things for you, helping you cook by cutting up vegetables, or handing you ingredients, or helping you renovate your room at three in the morning. he really likes the little things that build up to shape domesticity between the two of you, but loudly, you know? as in the love he has for you is well-known: he’ll proudly wear your scrunchie on his wrist, or let you do a little make up on him and walk around with it. he’d tattoo your name on his forehead if he could. 

hoshiumi’s preferred dates; the beach, hiking, theme parks, staying in and playing physically active games like twister, fast food drive throughs 

kissing hoshiumi; really playful, and a little giggly too. it’s not silly kissing, it’s serene, but it leaves you feeling all bubbly in the way he wraps his arms around your neck and pushes you to him like you’re the only one that matters in this world 

what being with hoshiumi feels like; baking with someone and making a mess with the ingredients, but you can’t stop laughing 

KUROO TETSURŌ

kuroo’s general personality; oh boy here we go. okay so we all know provocative, smug, cheeky kuroo, yeah? and i firmly believe that yes, that really a part of his personality. there is a part of him that really is like that. a person’s personality is never black and white, and that’s exactly the case with kuroo: there’s a lot to him. it’s not just that at first glance he seems intimidating and scarily attractive, he is. but i think there’s a reason for that, and in a way, it’s a coping mechanism. kuroo is, deep down, a huge dork, and a really big nerd. but like i said, there’s nothing wrong with being both that and a little bit of an asshole sometimes. it’s just that i think there’s a reason that other part of his personality developed, and it’s a way to protect himself, you know? i’m pretty sure it’s canon that kuroo’s parents didn’t entirely get along, and it’s really easy to feel alone in situations like that, so that really suave and attractive and charming part of him developed so that he can attract people to him, so that he can have this pulling effect on others. it makes you want to spend time with him, lose yourself to the hours with him. that doesn’t mean kuroo tries to hold back his nerdy side, or that he’s ashamed of his funnier, dorkier side. if anything, i think he’s pretty confident in both sides of him. because just as that ‘cool’ side of him is dazzling, the louder, cheekier side of him is pretty charming too. on a completely separate note, i think kuroo cares, oh he cares so much. his heart is too big, if i’m being honest. he wants his friends to succeed, wants to see them be their best, is always pushing them to be better. he means it, he really does. he won’t say it out loud, but if you need him, he’s staying up extra hours for you, getting you your favorite snacks, being extra touchy on a day he notices you’re upset. he’s very aware of everyone’s emotions around him, and that might be because of his parents too, in which he’s become really hyper aware of any telltale signs, you know? all that being said, pair him with bokuto and he’s a crackhead

motivation; i honestly think kuroo always puts people above himself. i can’t explain why, but i just know that he does. make sure my friends are okay, then i’ll check on myself. push my friends to do better, and then work on motivating myself. watch my friends succeed before i look at how far i’ve come. being so proud of his friends, before he realizes how proud he is of himself too. so, in turn, his motivation would be the people around him. he thrives on communication and socializing and having strong, close connections and relationships with people. that is his main motivation. in regards to you, it’s a little different. i mentioned in one of my headcanons for him that he’s really suave and cool around everyone except his crush, and i stand by that, honestly. the only way to rid himself of that nervousness and endless amount of butterflies in his stomach would be to confess to you, removing that weight off of him. also you’re like, really pretty lol

kuroo’s love language; very touchy, very, very touchy, so it’s definitely physical affection and physical touch, with possibly acts of service. acts of service in that he notices when you stay up late to help him practice, or his own willingness to stay with you as you power through an all-nighter, or just silently knowing right away what either of you need without having to speak. he loves, loves, loves pda. he will make out with you in public, he doesn’t care, nothing can stop him. likes to have his arm around you constantly, or does that stupid thing where he puts his hand in your back pocket, or approaching you from behind and and hugging you and kissing all over your neck even if you’re in the middle of a conversation with someone

kuroo’s preferred dates; literally anything they’re all fun with him. fancy dinners or diner visits, movie dates at the cinema or at home, arcade visits, walks at the park, the beach

kissing kuroo; oh it’s breathtaking. it’s always really passionate, and always has you gripping at his shirt at the way he forces your heart into your throat, or the way he has your stomach flipping at the small gasps he lets out when he kisses you open mouthed, which happens more often than not

what being with kuroo feels like; like hugging someone you haven’t seen in years, where your arms are thrown around them tightly and they hold you to them and your heart is about to burst from your chest 

KAGEYAMA TOBIO 

kageyama’s general personality; the most misunderstood character :( he is not just an angry boy >:( he is just really, really passionate, especially about volleyball, and he wants other people to try and share that passion with him. he’s just really bad at expressing his feelings, and communicating with other people. like all it is is that kageyama loves volleyball, and he takes it very seriously, and when other people don’t, he takes slight offense to that, because in his eyes it just seems after they’re discarding or mocking the sport. that annoyance translates wrong into anger, but the place it originates from really is just pure. have you seen how happy volleyball makes him? he’s not a bad person, not by a long shot. and his character development too! it wasn’t that he wasn’t willing to communicate, it was that people weren’t willing to try with him. they took him for what he seemed like, not what he truly is. when he joined karasuno, they allowed him space to properly express himself, and they introduced him to what became a family to him. he learned to trust, learned to communicate. he’s not a bad person!! he’s just!!! a kid!!! he learns, slowly but surely, and he changes, for the better. okay but, completely different thing to mention. kageyama’s good at volleyball. no, he’s good. and he knows he is. he’s not really smug about it, but it’s not like his confidence is misplaced. he’s just aware of his skills, but he’s also aware of his flaws, and as he grows as a person, he’s more willing to take a step back and look and observe himself, to better himself as a player. i also think kags is insanely determined. like that episode where he studied his ass off just so he could pass and barely made it to the tokyo training camp? how does that directly translate into determination? he really is willing to put his all and more to improve, to play, to the best. 

motivation; like i mentioned above, it’s definitely to become improve himself. it’s not that he’s never satisfied with how he is or his skills, it’s more that he’s sure there’s still more space for him to better himself, that this isn’t all that he’s capable of and that he can do better, that he can be better. like i said, it’s not that he puts himself down about not being enough, on the contrary; he believes that he’s one of the best, but that’s not his limit, there’s more to him, there’s more for him to explore. towards you is a little bit trickier, honestly. he honestly wouldn’t even know he has a crush on you until one of his upperclassmen noticed his reactions towards you, and they confront him about him to which he responds ‘oh, so that’s what that is?’ like he really is so clueless. i don’t think he’d have a full on motivation with you, he just wants to be around you, because he finds that he kind of does enjoy the feeling he experiences when he’s around you. it’s really as simple as that 

kageyama’s love language; acts of service, absolutely, and, privately, physical touch. it’s not that he won’t hold your hand if you slip it in his, or he won’t return your kiss if you do kiss him in public, but it’s more of you’re the one that usually initiates these things. but! that does not mean kageyama isn’t touchy. he really is, a hundred and ten percent, touch starved. look at him! please! he is craving your touch almost always, he just doesn’t like initiating it in public, and occasionally he’ll take the initiative at home. but please, hug him, hold him, cuddle him, grasp his hand for hours, kiss all over his face. he absolutely adores it. and he shows his love better, takes initiative of it more, when it comes to giving. one of my headcanons for him i mentioned that whenever he gets milk from the vending machine, he gets you your favorite snack too, just because in his head he’s like ‘oh, they’d like that.’ it’s things like that with kags. 

kageyama’s preferred dates; don’t do anything involving competitiveness he will go crazy. but things like carnival dates, or diner visits, or ice skating, or stargazing 

kissing kageyama; really soft and sweet. it’s very timid and careful and cautious, but he always kisses you fully on the lips, his eyes fluttering shit, his hand coming to rest at the base of your throat, slightly on your chest

what being with kageyama feels like; falling asleep on the beach, sunburnt, with sand and salt on your skin, your body warm but the breeze cool 

DAISHŌ SUGURU

daishō’s general personality; i feel like all the haikyuu boys have so much more to them than what seems as a front. like our introduction to suguru was him being this snake-like, manipulative character. i mean nearly all his and his teammates tactics against nekoma were related to manipulation. but why is he inclined to that trait? i don’t know much about canon him, but i like to think that he was kind of in the shadow when he was younger, and the only way he could’ve gotten people to listen or pay attention to him was being this unlikeable and intimidating character. but canon-wise, i think just as his manipulativeness is his strength, it’s also his weakness, and i also think he’s really aware of that, and he knows this tactic has its faults. i also don’t think he’s insanely determined, because yeah he was upset after the match with nekoma, but it wasn’t earth-shattering. from what i’ve seen with his interactions with mika, though, i think he’s very loving, deep down, and very subtly. he doesn’t show it outwardly, but you can see the way he looks at her, the way he gets so proud whenever she remembers something about volleyball. i don’t think he’s a bad person, per se, because at the end of the day, this is also seventeen, eighteen year old suguru, and there’s so much space for him to grow out of this. i think it’s more that he’s the type of person to prefer the easy way out, so he relies on things like getting on the referee’s good side. it could also be that he’s aware of his downfalls so he wants to have anything to his and his team’s advantage, you know? it’s not to say he doesn’t put in effort, because i still think he does, or even that he’s lazy, but it’s more that he wants something and he has a way of getting it that’s faster for him, you know? like i said, i don’t think he’s a bad person, at all. everybody has their flaws, and i think all the haikyuu boys have their own, it’s just that suguru’s is more explicit.

motivation; so like i mentioned how he likes the easy way out, i think suguru’s motivation would be to have high achievements. he seems like an insatiable person, one that always wants more, and more, and more, so he’s always climbing up higher. but also, even though he’s insatiable, he kinda? gives up easily? or not that he gives up easily, it’s more that he’s okay with a loss, or that he accepts defeat relatively easy with a shrug, as in “there’ll be more opportunities, it’s not the end of the world.” towards you, suguru would probably want to have you as his s/o to prove to himself, or to prove to others, that’s capable or worthy of someone like you. it’s kind of sad in a way, because in his head you’re way out of his league, but he makes it seem as a front that you’re just barely worthy of him when he asks you out, simply as a defense mechanism. 

daishō love language; subtle acts of affection, 100%. you could see how happy he was to explain to mika all about volleyball, and how happy he was to know that she had been listening and actually putting in an effort to understand the sport that he likes. it’s things like that that really, really matter to him. listening intently when the other speaks of something they’re passionate about, remembering tiny details, like their favorite drink, or their go-to order at a restaurant, or something they’d mentioned in passing that they really wanted, or the way they prefer to sleep at night. that’s the way he expresses his love, definitely. 

daishō’s preferred dates; visiting movie theaters, staying in, late night strolls on the beach, clubs/parties

kissing daishō; really, really slow and lazy, kinda lewd as well, in that it’s shameless, and loud 

what being with daishō feels like; the feeling when you predict a plot twist in a movie or show correctly 

DAICHI SAWAMURA 

daichi’s general personality; dad. what a dad. such a Dad. dadchi sawamura. i think it’s very obvious that he’s a very mature character, and he easily fits in the role of a leader. i think him being captain is perfect, because he leads the team perfectly, and he knows all his teammates really well, and is able to respond to each of them correctly, knows how to motivate them perfectly. in that way, he’s a very, very reliable person. he’s someone you can lean on constantly, whenever, wherever. someone you can turn to knowing that your best interests are in their mind when he reaches out to give you advice. he’s someone that will tell you what you need to hear, not what you want to hear. he’s also not the type of person that considers the role of a leader and captain as a burden, not someone that thinks it’s a really big responsibility which he wishes can be taken off his shoulders from time to time. no, he appreciates the role, and takes it with all of its heavy weight. he’s really independent and mature in that sense. it’s not to say that he’s very stable constantly, because everyone has their moments, and although he really is unbothered by the responsibility, i think he constantly overthinks his decisions. maybe not so often, but it happens, because every decision he’s ever taken has impacted all of his teammates consecutively, you know? he has to think big, consider the big picture. but yeah, daichi is a very reliable and mature person. will it get annoying and will it have you begging him to loosen up every once in a while? maybe, but is he also very childish at times? yes. make sure to get it on camera though

motivation; much like kuroo, the fact that they’re both captains aside, he does everything for other people. it’s different though because kuroo puts other people above himself, but daichi thinks for everyone including himself. the only one with braincells. he thinks broadly, and considers all consequences for both himself, and for others. his motivation would probably be to see himself and everyone succeed and be their best, to see their efforts put into work, to be able to be incredibly proud of everything they’ve achieved. he really is such a dad. towards you, however, it’s a lot sweeter, and it’d be something like his infatuation with you. he’d want to be the reason for your happiness, wants to be yours, wants you to be all his. kinda possessive but like, in a sweet way. 

daichi’s love language; confessions and domestic acts. daichi is unafraid to let you know he loves you, regardless of who’s around, or where you two are. he’s super okay with wrapping his ams around you randomly and just pressing a kiss to your temple and going “i love you.” he doesn’t know why he does it so often, maybe every time he says it, it reassures him. domestic acts in how he’s so comfortable waking up next to you, or how when you sleep over at his house you still get up and make breakfast, or how even folding laundry together is fun. he finds huge comfort in being able to appreciate the most mundane things, like doing the dishes or cleaning around the house, can feel so serene and loving with you. 

daichi’s preferred dates; fancy dinners, mini golf, theme parks, road trips, driving up mountains 

kissing daichi; weirdly, it’s not soft as you’d expect, more rough and possessive. he always kisses you like someone is watching and he wants to show you off, to prove that you’re all his. 

what being with daichi feels like; listening to a love song and feeling nostalgic, even if you’ve never been in love 

ASAHI AZUMANE 

asahi’s general personality; oh i love this big teddy bear <3 that’s literally what he is. i absolutely adore the fact that he’s really intimidating physically, but his personality is the farthest thing from it; in fact, it’s the complete opposite. i have something important to include though!! in the same way asahi’s very fragile, especially his esteem, and the same way he guilts himself entirely and places the blame on himself whenever something goes wrong, he’s also very easily, and very steadily uplifted (as in, a win is a win, it’s sure and certain and it’s grounding), very easy to accept wins for everyone, not just take all the credit. when he spikes a ball and they score a point, it’s not a win for him, it’s a win for the entire team. that easily translates to asahi being a very giving and thoughtful person. he has a heart too big for him, and yes he’s an over-thinker, but that just means he’s mindful of others, very cautious and careful. although i think if you approach him with an issue, like you’re straight up sobbing, at first he’d be a little wary and anxious and awkward, i also believe he’d be exceptionally good at comforting someone after a few moments. his presence alone is comforting, but he knows if you need to be held or not, knows if you need to be listened to simply, or if you want advice as well, knows if you need comfort in food, or comfort in distraction. asahi just knows. and he’s definitely the one that uses that physical intimidation to his advantage when it comes to like, walking girls home, so that no one bothers them, or being in the same area as someone he knows that’s constantly bullied because just his figure alone scares them off. and my goodness, he’d definitely just subtly slide up beside a girl that he’s noticed is being eyed by men. he’s just... really pure. 

motivation; i think asahi’s motivation is a little more personal, and it’s probably to believe more in himself. it’s to put himself in situations where his skills are tested so that he can improve, to lessen of his fears, to lessen of his self-doubt, to grow more confident and sure of himself, you know? towards you, oh my god. asahi would never approach you. he really wants to, because he really likes you, has liked you for as long as he can remember, but he won’t approach you, unless one of his friends threatens to do it for him. that’d probably be it honestly: he just chooses to embarrass himself instead of having anyone else embarrass him. at least he has a little more control in that former option. 

asahi’s love language; he’s most definitely touch starved, so physical affection!!! he always wants to be touching you, even if it’s simple hand holding. he definitely links your pinkies together too! and honestly, i think he would like public displays of affection, even if it gets him really flustered. of course, don’t straight up make out with him in the middle of a public setting, but give him a little peck on his lips, or cheek kisses, or random hugs where you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest and press a little kiss there too. also!!! forehead kisses!!!! he always, always gives those!!! 

asahi’s preferred dates; stargazing, beach picnics, park visits, nights in, any place he can dance with you to slow, serene music honestly

kissing asahi; it always makes you feel all warm inside, and always flutters the butterflies in your stomach. it’s not slow, nor is it fast, it’s just steady, but it’s pouring love and passion 

what being with asahi feels like; being the only one awake at home at a really late timing 

MIYA ATSUMU 

atsumu’s general personality; i’m sorry if i bore you guys because fair warning, this bout to be long as hell. unlike oikawa, who i think has this charming, intimidatingly skilled attitude as a front, i think atsumu’s personality is just expressed or comes off incorrectly. as in, for example, he’s really sensitive when it comes to carelessness in regards to volleyball, but it comes off as selfishness and rudeness, even though the origin of it all isn’t his want to be rude. it’s not that he doesn’t know how to express his feelings either, because i know that his feelings are loud, it’s just that he doesn’t know how to make it add up, in a way? i also think he’s self-centered, yes, but as a defense mechanism. this is gonna sound really sad but it’s more like, “i won’t give you a chance to make something awful to hate about me,” and something like, “i’m in control of why they hate me.” also, there’s no way that never affected him. maybe as a child, it didn’t really cross his thoughts, because he’s always had osamu anyways, and he couldn’t really make sense of it all, but as he grew older, the more it became clearer that he wasn’t entirely likable, and that really took a toll on him, worsening his attitude towards people. people aren’t rude for no reason, you know? there’s always a place it stemmed from. he takes refuge in that he’s good at volleyball. yeah he’s a piece of shit, but his setting? no one can top it. he has that, and he owns it, and no one can take it away from him. i think atsumu’s one of those people where, over the years, you can watch and see their light dim, in a way. like he’s not a depressed person or anything like that, he just becomes less and less... bright? angrier, irritable, less inclined to trust others and let them in, self conceited. it’s also probably a result of being left out or rejected by others. but the thing is, atsumu is all these things, but he’s also childlike, and so full of love. you can see the way he interacts on the court, his dynamic with his teammates, the way he reacts to kita’s ‘get well soon’ bag. he really is just a ball of sunshine, but it’s all cooped up inside. it’s been buried underneath a mountain of self destructive thoughts and negativity from others. i also consider him a very impulsive person, the type to never think twice before anything, but that can translate into spontaneity too! it’s both a positive and a negative thing. atsumu is also very, very trustworthy person. in short, atsumu is very cheery once around the right people, in the right setting, but he’s so quick to shift into intimidation if necessary. 

motivation; of course, just like osamu, atsumu’s main drive is his brother, whose been there since he was born. there’s no one he can rely on as much as osamu, regardless of their unbelievable competitiveness and their constant arguments. however, i think there’s a little more to atsumu. going off on what i mentioned above, volleyball is his safe haven. it’s something he can fall back on and be sure and certain of the safety net available. it’s not what makes him atsumu, but it’s a big part of him, a big part of shaping his personality, which is why i think constantly improving is atsumu’s other motivation. he can’t ever let himself go, you know? towards you, well, it was probably something really stupid honestly. you might have to play hard to get with atsumu, even though either way he’s gonna like it, but the chase? he adores it. 

atsumu’s love language; acts of service and physical affection. he’ll save your favorite go-to orders for every restaurant on his notes app, he’ll blow-dry your hair for you after a shower if you’re too lazy, he’ll learn hairstyles for you, he’ll hold your shirt down as you take off a sweater so it doesn’t ride up, he’ll make you try food he knows you’ll like, he stays up on facetime with you after recognizing the telltale signs of you being upset, he’ll go shopping with you, giving you a thumbs up, halfway, or down for each outfit, he’ll collect notes for you if you’re off from school, and so much more. that’s how atsumu expresses his love; that, and physical affection. always touching you somehow, someway, with his hand in yours, or on the back of your neck, or on the small of your back, or on your waist, slipping slightly beneath your shirt, or around your shoulder. and he’s always kissing you too, either on your cheek, or on your lips, or on your knuckles, or on your wrist, or your temple. and he’s always hugging you, and i mean always, you’ll have your head on his chest, or his chin tucked on your shoulder. atsumu doesn’t say i love you, he shows it. 

atsumu’s preferred dates; campfires at the beach, stargazing on a rooftop, waterparks, carnival visits (tries to win you everything but can’t do shit), bowling, drive throughs

kissing atsumu; really playful but always leaves you hot and bothered. he kisses like he’s trying to prove a point, which you can’t decide on, but it always leaves you a little breathless, a little dizzy, and even more in love with him

what being with atsumu feels like; leaving a movie theatre and slightly dissociating from reality 

KITA SHINSUKE 

kita’s general personality; omg i love!!! him!!! kita, as shown in the anime and manga, is a very methodical person. he does things the way he always does them, routinely, and he finds comfort in that. and he doesn’t do things for the end result, he finds satisfaction in the productivity he feels, in seeing his efforts play out, in it all adding up and building up to the end product. it’s not what’s produced that matters to him, it’s more what he did and went through to be able to produce such a thing or result. which is why i think kita really is confident in his skills, and that’s obvious and seen when he’s on court. it’s because he knows all he’s done and all the effort he’s put in to be where he is now, and he knows they’re not going to fail him, he’s sure of it. his efforts are his safety net. that relates to kita being reliable, and being everyone else’s safety net. he’s very similar to daichi in that he’s the glue that sticks the team together, the final puzzle piece that completes a set. he’s also exceptionally good at being a captain, not because he leads very well, which yes, of course he does, but he knows his teammates. he knows what they need to hear, and is unafraid of telling them so, knows how to handle them properly, individually, and as a group. he’s also insanely observant in that not only is he good at reading people and situations, but also at being aware of the position he stands in. he knows he’s not what could be considered a ‘genius’ at volleyball, but not only is he aware of that, he accepts it, and accepts it with grace too. he understands that not everyone is special, but that also everyone is special in their own way, and are built based off of what efforts they put. which ties into the fact that kita is really mature, making him a reliable presence. 

motivation; like i said, kita finds comfort in routine. he never truly has an end goal, just that whatever is achieved from what work he puts in he’ll believe is worth that. kita’s motivation is his everyday routines. it’s waking up, making his bed, making breakfast, cleaning around the house, or going to practice, putting in the work, staying after to clean. it’s the little moments that make up his entire day, that add it all up, that really matter, that really are his drive. for you, it would be a really simple “i want to be with them.” i don’t think kita would sugarcoat his feelings, or try to deny them with himself, even if yes, he will absolutely get flustered. his motivation towards you is literally just his desire and want to be with you. 

kita’s love language; everything, but subtly. you can see that kita loves you with the way his attention is entirely on you when you speak. you can see he loves you with how he moves your hair out of your face for you. you can see he loves you in the way he says good morning to you, a soft smile on his face, a gentle kiss pressed to your forehead. you can see he loves you in the way he twirls you in his arms when you slow dance with him in the kitchen. you can see he loves you in the way his eyes light up at the simple mention of you, or the fact that everyone is aware of his love for you, in that it’s not kita, but kita and you. kita loves you wholly, and he will say it if you need to hear it, if he wants to say it, but it’s blatantly obvious, spottable from a mile away, clear and bright as day. 

kita’s preferred dates; pottery making, art classes, drives around town, grocery shopping together, fancy dinners 

kissing kita; everything kita does is methodical except kissing. kissing is where he lets loose, allows himself to be a little more carefree, a little more daring. he always kisses you like he’s afraid of losing you, like you’ll disappear in mere seconds 

what being with kita feels like; being on vacation and waking up really early at a hotel

IWAIZUMI HAJIME 

iwaizumi’s general personality; iwa iwa iwa!!!!!! i know we all like to paint iwa in this mature light, like he’s the dad of the team, but the reality of it is iwaizumi’s just as much immature at times, it’s only that he’s the most responsible and least immature out of all of them. and he is! responsible that is. he really is, and he’s reliant too, but that doesn’t mean we should reduce his personality to ‘brat tamer of oikawa’ because, come on, there’s more to him than just that. iwaizumi loves, and he loves too much, loves too hard, he cares too much, cares too hard. his way of showing it is through violence, sure, and maybe he’ll be super aggressive when he finds out you’re not taking care of yourself, but will he go to the ends of the earth to make you feel better? yes, he absolutely will, no doubt, no hesitation in it at all. it might be a little bit of a flaw too, but when iwaizumi loves, he literally hands you his entire heart in your hands with the full expectation that you’ll take care of it. he strikes me as the type of person that always expects the best of people. he’s not naive, but he does always see the best in people rather than just immediately seeing the worst. i also don’t think he’s violence-prone, either. like yes, he will beat up his friends no questions asked, but he wouldn’t start a physical fight, nor would he provoke anyone to initiate one. the only exception is to protect or to defend his friends or loved ones. i feel like that’s a red line you shouldn’t cross with iwa, because he will abandon any inhibitions when it comes to them. friends and loved ones first, then anything else. so yes, like i said earlier, iwaizumi is responsible, he’s reliable, he’s strong and sturdy (i mean,,, both physically and conceptually ig), and he’s someone that you do not want to ever lose once he enters your life. not because he’ll hurt you or anything like that, but because the loss of him in your life is significant and it’s impactful. that’s not to say iwaizumi’s not an absolute child at times, considering he literally, canonically has a godzilla phone case 

motivation; honestly? i think iwaizumi does things,,, just to do them. like he gets satisfaction of course, from achieving certain things, like being one of the top aces, or from getting into a really good university, because of his good grades, from having a clear career path, from having the body that he does, from being where he is today in general, but he never had a direct motivation towards the actions that got these certain results. like sure he got into volleyball because it was a fun sport, his best friend was in it too, he got really good, he stayed, and sure he has really high grades, because he needs to, but why? he just does. he does things because he feels the need to achieve, you know? that’s his drive, essentially. the need to feel productive and satisfied with his achievements. towards you, however, it’s more serene. he wants to get to know you. that’s it. he’s genuinely just interested in you, in what you have to say, in your hobbies and interests, and your favorite movie, and your favorite song or artist, and your favorite color, what your aspirations are. iwaizumi just wants to know you. 

iwaizumi’s love language; domesticity and acts of service. iwaizumi will fall in love with you if you feel like home, if you give him that deep sense of comfort settling in his chest. yes he wants the rush of it all, of being in love, the excitement of loving someone, but he also wants the calmness that accompanies it, the sureness that tags along. he likes certainty, stability, you know? and his actions will always speak louder than words. every date he greets you with flowers, meets you in front of the school gates if he hasn’t walked you and greets you with a gentle kiss on the lips and a “good morning.” will he explicitly say “i miss you”? no, but he will appear at your window at three in the morning with a backpack filled with your favorite snacks and an extra hoodie for you to borrow. he loves you, he loves you widely and large, but you have to really know iwaizumi to recognize the pattern 

iwaizumi’s preferred dates; go-karting, late night drives, concerts, the beach (but at night, including swimming), picnics at sunrise 

kissing iwaizumi; i can fully see him being a little shy, especially at the beginning! his kisses start off really gentle, as if he’s afraid to break you, but overtime, they develop into possessive, and a little rough, kisses. still absolutely breathtaking though 

what being with iwaizumi feels like; being in an empty parking lot, with music seeping through your car’s speakers 

end note; this took me like three separate days omg. i really, really hope i didn’t miss anyone haikyuu requests for this past event. it’s closed now my loves, but maybe it’ll make a comeback soon! hold onto your request till then :)

excuse any mistakes made in this if there are! and thank you for reading! i hope you all enjoyed <3

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2022!

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61. The Stranger Beside Me by Ann Rule--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I listened to this as an audiobook from the library and I think I'm going to have to check out the physical copy, because I've heard that there are updates in newer editions. Seeing as that the audiobook I listened to was only three hours long, I don't think its up to date LOL.

Ted Bundy is one of those infamous serial killers that most of North America knows. He's fascinating because of how easily he was able to trick his victims and how much he evaded capture. He was also one of the main reasons why so many of us now know that monsters aren't always wrapped in a gross or scary package. There were a few things mentioned in here that I didn't fully know and kind of wish had been flushed out more (like the relationship with his grandfather, or what led to his mother making the decisions she did when she was a young single mother--although I'm sure it doesn't take much to guess it.) I will definitely be looking at the updated book though. It's all so morbidly fascinating.

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62. How to Survive A Horror Movie by Seth Grahame-Smith--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Four stars for the hilarity of the situations and the advice given in case you ever find yourself in a horror movie. I disagreed with a couple of things (like guns during a zombie pandemic because, duh, the loud sound of it would bring even more zombies to the yard), but for the most part it was hilariously informative. I do think that while this inhabited some of the tongue in cheek commentary usually found in horror and its themes, some of the things mentioned in this book didn’t need to be borderline offensive. I definitely side eyed this book a few times for its antiquated take on some things. If you read this, you will laugh. But keep in mind that if you hate certain stereotypical tropes in the horror genre, you’ll probably see some of them written out as part of “solutions” here.

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63. Recitatif: A Story by Toni Morrison--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was lucky enough to find the audiobook version of this at the library; I'm particularly thankful that it was the one with the Zadie Smith introduction. I think that while the story itself is definitely the shining jewel here, because honestly it's incredible that Morrison wrote a book that does not disclose the race of either characters, but makes you second-guess who you think is who and, as Smith mentions in her intro, makes you wonder WHY you want to guess who is who in the first place. An exploration of racial stereotypes and what we, as a society, would consider to be the markers of a person who is black or a person who is white, RECITATIF is such an important story for anyone to read--especially for those who are always aware of the difference between two people of different races, and is always trying to understand why they do so in the first place. Smith introduces the story perfectly. I think that if I had listened to this audiobook without their take on what Morrison was trying to do with her story, I wouldn't have noticed certain themes as much. I think I would have still appreciated the text, but in that way one does when driving past a scene rather than stopping to fully take in what's happening. Reminded me a little bit of my uni days, to be honest. I highly recommend this edition. It was such a powerful read and so incredibly timely for Black History Month. Prepare to feel vaguely uncomfortable with yourself for trying to guess who is black and who is white--but as you feel that moment of discomfort, ask yourself WHY you want to know or guess.

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64. White Smoke by Tiffany D. Jackson--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

While this book was very different from Jackson's past books, I love seeing her delve into horror because she still brings attention to some of the issues surrounding the black community. In this book, she touches on the incarceration crisis where black man are being jailed for ridiculous lengths of time after being caught (or accused of having) with weed. She also touches on mental illness and how the urge to heal yourself and make yourself feel better can lead you down a dark and dangerous path. We see that frequently in this book as the MC repeatedly tells that reader that she needs a blunt. While she herself is adamant about stating that it's just a little weed, we see that said weed has become a crutch for her mental health. But I believe that this begs the question of if it becomes legal (which it is now), is it seen as more acceptable than before when it was vilified? Another topic explored, which I personally loved, was the idea of a blended family. I'm not talking about a family that just comes together, but a black and white family becoming a unit. I'll be honest, other than the few descriptions of the youngest step-sibling, I usually forgot that she and her father are white. That is, of course, until he starts saying things that only white people would say (whether accidentally or on purpose). I appreciated this dynamic because it at times made me so angry, but it also taught me that there is more depth to situations than what is first portrayed or assumed (making our narrator slightly unreliable.) Finally, the spooky stuff. Oooooooph. Jackson is so good at creating a spooky story! I listened to the audiobook (which I highly recommend) and every time a door creaked open, I had to fight the urge to look at my own bedroom door. And that twist at the end? Ugh, masterful. I think one of the main reasons why I'm not giving this five stars is because I felt that while the story wrapped up in a good and open way (because truly, reality doesn't always have a HEA), I felt that the MC was a bit slighted by her family and the boy she's interested in. I don't know what it says about me, but I always feel such an intense sense of frustration on their behalf when adults treat them a certain way and then dole out life lessons like they're the gospel. I have just always found this incredibly hypocritical, but that's just me. Anyway, if you want something super creepy and an intriguing exploration of some issues surrounding black communities (even though they're not outright said, but I expect nothing less from a Jackson book), then I think you might enjoy this one. Please don't read it in the dark by yourself...unless you want to. You do you.

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65. Blood On the Tracks, Vol. 4 by Shuzo Oshimi--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This manga is a very quick read, but that’s because it is full of creepy and unnerving art. The image of this mother in shadows and psychologically traumatizing her child is so much more effective than lines and lines of text. I liked seeing that the MC is learning a bit more about his own power and how to stand up for what he loves. I do feel awful for him though when the adults in his life are seemingly failing him so much. The sudden change in his demeanour should have been enough of a hint to know that something just isn’t right. Anyway, I’ll be jumping into the next volume hopefully tonight!

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66. Blood On the Tracks, Vol. 5 by Shuzo Oshimi--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Well. That was something. I can’t say too much without giving a lot away, but this was certainly a disturbing experience of a volume. As the MC grows and enters a new stage in his adolescent life, his mother haunts those pivotal moments. It makes me so sad for him and so disturbed by the whole situation. Also, his mother is such a master manipulator. (I lowkey see the same thing in the girl he gets closer to. I’m sure it’s no coincidence that some of the imagery of her matches the way the MC’s mom sometimes looks.) Anyway, I’m disturbed. I will read the next volume soon.

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Have you read any of these? Would you recommend them?

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Happy reading!