#and that sucks because it’s such a good line

[shawtuzi]

imagine smoking out ur bfs!choso & armin and milking them at the same time….whew i just got chills

cw include: some drug use, oral m! receiving, overstimulation, milking, choso blacks out lmao ( boarder credit @/bernardsbendystraws)

“i feel like m’gonna fuckin’ p-pass out,” choso sniffled, hand trembling as he brought the almost finished blunt to his kiss bitten lips. his hips weakly bucked upwards to start fucking your hand, obnoxious shlicking noises echoing throughout the room—armin and choso’s shared dorm room to be exact.

armin was next to choso, practically melting into the bed as you continued to stroke his dick. shiny pearls of pre seemed to endlessly leak from his tip, creating an even bigger mess in your hand.

you were cockdrunk as ever, moaning around their dicks as you took turns taking their tips into your hot mouth. choso was the whiniest of the two no doubt, moaning and babbling about how good he was feeling like a bitch in heat—he was too cute :((

choso shakily brought the blunt to armin’s lips, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip as he watched armin french inhale the drug. “jesus you’re so—hah! m-messy y/nnnn,” just as armin finished his sentence you had deepthroated his cock, fresh hot tears now brimming at your lash line. his dick throbbed in your mouth, the two thick veins on the underside thrumming against your skillful tongue.

you pulled off his dick with a lewd pop! your focus now on choso’s full balls. choso sucked in a sharp breath, nearly dropping the blunt in the process. you sucked one of his balls into your mouth, internally cooing at choso’s pathetic, flushed face. “m’gonna cum baby,” choso’s voice cracked as he whined out to you, abs clenching as his fourth orgasm of the evening was approaching.

“m-me too,” armin slurred, throwing an arm over his eyes. you licked up the base of choso’s cock to the tip, sucking the reddened muscle greedily before moving onto armin, giving his dick the same treatment.

if the ppl living on choso and armin’s floor didn’t hate them before then they certainly did now, because the symphony of pornographic moans that could be heard were just straight up unholy. that’s why you loved smoking them out so much—they were a couple of screamers and you thrived for that shit.

choso flopped on his back, just like armin, his hips thrusting wildly into your hand. armin’s big hand rested on top of your head, gripping onto your hair as he fucked your throat raw. armin pressed his foot against your clothed cunt, grinning to himself when he felt your throat tighten around him.

“hah! hah! s-shittt,” armin damn near shouted, his thighs trembling as he finally released his fourth load down you throat. choso wasn’t far behind at all, his hips stuttering when you tightened your grip around his tip. ropes of his milky white release coated your hand, dripping from your knuckles and onto his shaking thighs.

“f-fuck i think he might’ve passed out again, dammit y/n you always do this to him,” armin chuckled, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “s’not my fault he’s such a slut for a blowjob,” you giggled, grabbing some nearby tissues to clean yourself up.

the two of you cleaned choso up, giggling quietly to yourselves as you pulled his sweats up. “he’s so cute,” you cooed, brushing the stray baby hairs from his forehead.

[brainlessomniscient]

It took me a long time to uncouple addiction and other vices from moral failing. My mom is one of those people who had addiction ruin their lives and therefore swears off all drugs, Is judge mental etc

but addiction isn’t moral at all. Sure, it isn’t good for the individual and that can escalate to hurting the people around them but people aren’t perfect and people aren’t perfectly healthy. just as Susie over here suffers from severe anxiety and deserves love, so does Debbie over here who suffers from alcoholism. it sucks and it’s sad and often, it feels uncontrollable and it’s very hard to work your way through some of these conditions that cause your vice to be worse but it’s not a moral failing to not be strong enough. It’s okay that you’re not okay.

the line is where you blame the condition for hurting yourself and others; you are still responsible for not becoming violent over this, or letting it financially ruin someone else’s life or worse. but I think those things are still separate from each other, and I think regardless of all this, the addict still deserves better for themselves. it’s never going to be easy it’s never going to be perfect, because disorders (including substance abuse disorders) suck but you deserve better and you deserve the effort it takes to help yourself.

it's just really fucking frustrating that we live in a world where I grew up being trained to believe that addicts are unloveable. and then I became an addict and I was still told that addicts are unloveable. and I just have to deal with the fact that there are people out there who believe that I don't deserve love, or that my partner is brave for loving me, or that my family and friends are suffering just from me existing. and that's fine that's just the way it is

but then on top of that. I have to deal with tumblr users telling me (an addict!!!) that they hate addicts in a cool new way that I should be totally sympathetic towards. see, they had a family member who was the most evil person on the planet! and that family member was an addict! so they can't help the fact that they now want all addicts to die! they can't help it! blast them all.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Marina behind the cut; "but it's weird that it happened twice". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“I mean I’m not that hard to find,” Superboy puts in with a shrug, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets. “There’s like six or seven different accounts that track me around.” 

“. . . like, they keep track of sightings of you, or . . .” Tucker trails off. 

“That too,” Superboy agrees with another shrug.

“. . . wow, I think you actually found the worst possible way to be a superhero,” Danny says, squinting doubtfully at him. Superboy looks dubious, but given Danny’s got his own experiences with being tracked and/or hunted for sport and all, Tucker figures those two can just agree to disagree there. Though he would also think that at least kinda sucked, if nothing else, because it probably makes it way too easy for supervillains to either know when Superboy’s in town or when he’s out of town, and those things both seem like potential problems? 

Like, very much so they seem like potential problems. 

“I would be so fascinated to get a look at the tech of anyone who tracked you here, though,” he says. Superboy looks puzzled for a second, then visibly remembers–

“Oh, you mean that electromagnetic field thing you were talkin’ about when we stopped for snacks and shit in ‘Frisco?” he assumes. 

“‘Ectomagnetic’, more accurately, but yeah,” Tucker confirms with a nod, tracing out the shape of an ectomagnetic sphere with both hands–or, like, miming holding a ball with both hands, he guesses, but he’s trying to go for the ectomagnetic sphere. “Amity is not really much of a tourist attraction unless you accidentally get lost after midnight on a mountain back road on a Hunter’s Moon. Cold Moon apparently works too, but not for humans. And, uh, also Hunger Moon, but we don’t talk about Hunger Moon, because it might hear us.” 

“There’s mountains around here?” Superboy asks with a skeptical frown, which is a fair question coming from a guy who came in with an aerial view and therefore should’ve seen any theoretical mountains. 

“There are not,” Tucker replies matter-of-factly. “Also, speaking of things not to talk about, if you’re ever in town during a Dyad Moon, you probably should just, like . . . not be in town during a Dyad Moon. Like, just as a thing and all.” 

“Ooo, yeah, good point,” Jazz says with a little wince. Their first post-ghost Dyad Moon went bad for Danny and Dani and the last one was only barely better, so yeah, better safe than sorry with the alien hybrid, Tucker figures. Especially since he already looked at the alien hybrid and thought “close enough” in regards to the parallels there. 

Tucker so did not think the phases of the moon were going to matter this much to his high school experience, but they really, really have. As have ley lines and government-funded ghosthunters and jealous college friends–or maybe jealous ex-throuple members? Tucker remains unclear on that one–of his best friend’s parents and vegan food and special sauce and boxes. 

They’ve gotten a way better handle on it and all, but their lives are definitely, definitely still not normal. 

Like, not even slightly.

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

Oh well, since you encouraged me... Something that's been on a mind since I've read your older brother!Dick I just keep thinking of the incest potencial... Even with the more than controversial ages

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍…

!!! 18+ THEMES, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, GN reader, fauxcest, age gap, toxic dynamic, noncon, making out, disgusting touching, brief hints of sexual content, general yandere fuckery, manipulation, kind of grooming(?), controlling behaviors, poor reader trying to cope so hard.

GGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA—

Don’t worry, pooks, I saw all of your other asks about this idea and I’ll try to remember to hit all of the points you bring up. I just wanna keep it all in one place.

ALSO, ALSO, ALSO, LIFE WITH OLDER BROTHER ENJOYERS. HEY. HEY. LISTEN. If you’re not fucking with this ask and you don’t want the wholesome platonic dynamic you conjured in your brain ruined for you, DO NOT PROCEED ANY FURTHER. LIKE, AT ALL. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

You literally clocked me so badddd. Yes, the undertones in that series are 100% intended. I’m not gonna add anything overtly incestuous, but like… the subtext is there for the freaks to pick up on. Platonic incest where the lines blur every now and then, I love you so much.

Anyways, lemme get to yapping for real.

If we’re going to vaguely follow the Life With Older Brother series, Dick suddenly being so friendly to you would be… a little bit jarring. But try to think about it from his perfective: he wasn’t really there for Jason, and the thought of failing another younger sibling is too much to handle. Maybe he’s just trying to be more present for you. As weird as he may come off, you should at least give him a chance.

The beginning isn’t all that bad. Even if he’s relatively new to the older brother thing, you can tell he’s trying his best, and dare you say it, he’s actually fun to hang out with. Playing video games, going out for ice cream, trashy movie marathons… it almost makes you forget about those weirder behaviors. Almost.

Now, one thing you quickly noticed is how touchy-feely he is. Whenever you’re together, it seems like he’s always got sort of body part touching you one way or another. Sometimes, it’s subtle: a knee resting against yours, a very quick head-pat, his hand brushing against you as he gestures at something. Nothing all that noticeable unless if you’re very sensitive to touch. But then there are times where it’s a little more… overt. Like when he slings an arm around your shoulders. Or when he holds your hand while out and about. Or when pulls you against his side by your waste when it’s a crowded area. Every now and then, you find yourself wondering if this is normal. Do siblings usually touch each other so often? It kind of makes sense, but… considering you haven’t even been siblings for a full year, should he really be this comfortable around you yet?

If you think you can set boundaries with him, good fucking luck. He might’ve made it seem like he was hearing you out, but it won’t be long before he’s back at it with the touching. Okay… maybe this is something he really can’t help. As annoying — and weird… and uncomfortable — it may be, you’ll probably just have to suck it up and get used to it. Some people are just very handsy. But not like that! Oh my god, no. Dick’s Nightwing; a good guy, for Christ’s sake. He would never do anything like that!

(… Right?)

Here’s the thing about platonic physical affection: how weird can it get before people finally draw the line? Is it forehead kisses? Hugging someone by the waist? Having them sit in your lap whenever the opportunity arises? Are any of those things actually weird, or does Dick somehow make them weird? Because, yes, he still most definitely acts like an older brother — he certainly teases you like one, and you constantly have to fight against the urge to bite him like a feral weasel — but the touching… well… maybe familial affection is just a concept foreign to you (thanks in no small part to Bruce), but Dick somehow makes it feel like something else.

And you’ll admit; you don’t actually know what that something else is. All you know is that you’re pretty sure big brothers do not do that gentle, extremely intimate thumb-stroke thing to their little sibling’s face before a forehead kiss. And they also do not come up from behind their little sibling for a hug.

And the lap thing?

That was probably the turning point.

Because what older brother has their little sibling sit on their lap while watching TV? One hand on your hip, the other on your thigh… he’s doing that weirdly intimate thumb stroke thing on your bare skin, and all you can do is sit there and think, oh… I don’t like this. If you’re brave enough to ask him what he’s doing, he’ll play dumb. Hm? What do you mean, kiddo? He’s not doing anything… what are you talking about?

Before you can even begin to express how uncomfortable you are, however, his fingers start toying with the hem of your shit. You’re acutely aware of his knuckles brushing against the flesh of your torso, sending an uneasy shiver up your spine. Dick’s no stranger to touching your waist area, and while you still don’t really like it that much, you’ve gotten used to it. But this? Something about the actual skin on skin contact makes you freeze up entirely.

“You know,” Dick would thoughtfully begin, “I’m probably the luckiest big brother in the world. I don’t think you realize just how cute you are, (Y/N).”

His hand then inches its way up your shit.

BadbadbadbadbadbaDBADBADBADBAD—

Don’t bother fighting back. Don’t bother yelling at him. Don’t even bother squirming as he gently begins to run circles into the skin under your shirt. His grip on your thigh is like iron, holding you down to his lap and making any struggle futile. In fact, if I were to venture a guess, you’d probably be too petrified to even move, the shock of the moment rendering you completely immobile. This was supposed to be your big brother; yes, he’s a bit weird and overprotective, but he’s still your fucking big brother. And while your knowledge on big brothers may be extremely limited, you know for a fact that this is crossing a line.

Your faces become closer and closer until his breath is ghosting against your lips. “I love you, kiddo. You know that, right?”

You don’t dare to offer him a response. Hell, you don’t even know what you could say to that. The only thing filling your brain is the brazen warning bells screaming for you to get the fuck away from him. Except you can’t. For whatever reason, your body’s frozen in place, limbs weighing you down like heavy ice blocks.

You can’t move.

You can’t fucking move.

And, of course… he takes advantage of that.

By the time his lips softly plant themselves on yours, it’s too late. The lines between platonic and whatever the fuck this is have long been crossed, and you can never go back to pretending like everything is normal between you two. All of the subtle warning signs you opted to ignore were now blaring in your mind like loud sirens, almost mocking the fact that you didn’t fucking trust yourself.

This can’t be happening. This absolutely can’t be happening. You thought of this creep as your big brother; was this really the same guy that helped you with homework and let you play games on his laptop? Was this really the same guy under the Nightwing mask?

While the kiss evolves into something a little more passionate, he doesn’t take it too far. Just a gentle make-out session with roaming hands. He ends it by holding you against his chest, seemingly content with just occasionally peppering kisses to your face for the next hour or so. Neither of you say anything during this time. Even if you want to yell at him and demand why the fuck he did that, you’re too shocked to even form a coherent thought.

The man you thought could be your big brother is a massive fucking creep.

You think you’re going to be sick.

He doesn’t go out for patrol that night. Instead, he simply picks you up and carries you to his room, dressing you in his clothes for bed. You’re still trying to process the humiliation of letting this all happen as he slips you under the sheets with him and cuddles up to you. Sleep doesn’t come easy to you that night. How the fuck could it? Not only do you have that stupid fucking kiss haunting you, but now you have this sicko’s hand playing with the waistband of your shorts (his shorts), and god. You’re not sure how you didn’t throw up then and there.

So. What happens afterwards? Well, first off, no more phone. Dick’s not an idiot; he knows the lines he crossed that evening and would rather you not call Bruce or Alfred or the police. You’re also not allowed on his laptop unless if he’s supervising you, and your ass is not going outside anytime soon. Then we have the gross shit… yeah, now that he’s had a taste, he’s gonna be all over you. It won’t go that far just yet — he’d rather ease you into that territory, much like what he’s been doing before — but it can get a bit steamy. At least for him. You might still be grossed out over all this or whatever.

You know what the worst part is? He still has the audacity to act like your older brother. It doesn’t matter how many times he touches you or forces you to kiss him: he’ll call you kiddo through it all and offer to play some video games afterwards. In fact, are times where you both return to your previous sibling banter and you can almost convince yourself that things are totally fine. There you go again, falling for his meticulously set up trap.

This new dynamic might take some time to get used to, but Dick will try his damned hardest to make it seem natural. So what if Big Brother sometimes wants to pin his cute little sibling against the counter and leave love bites on their neck? Sometimes, it just has to happen. No harm, no foul. This could be normal if you stopped being so weird about it, you know.

And, you know what… you may find yourself finally accepting that this is your new normal. What else are you supposed to do? You can’t call anyone, you can’t run away, you can’t even fight back because he was trained by fucking Batman… you sure as hell don’t have to like it, but maybe you can make peace with it. This is nothing more than an annoyance from your big brother. That’s all. It’s not him grooming you. It’s not him taking advantage of you. It’s just him being a little irritating at times. Ignore the urge to throw up… ignore how your skin crawls whenever he’s near you… every sibling has their flaw, and being a total creep is Dick’s.

You’d probably begin to despise Bruce a little, too. Did he know how fucked up his former ward is? Or is the exact same way? Guess you’ll never know, because the man can’t even bother to check up on you. He essentially took you out of the system and threw you into the den of a wolf, subjecting you to a new personal hell you can’t even escape from. And Alfred… you thought he actually cared. Is he not concerned about the sudden radio silence on your end?

You really can’t help but wonder if anyone even thinks about you outside of the apartment, and with Dick being in control of what information he feeds to Bruce over the phone, all you can do is guess at this point. In the meantime, Big Brother just came back and needs a hug… why don’t you come on over to the couch, kiddo?

Ugh. There are so many fucking directions I can go in from here. You mentioned Bruce (or eventually Tim) becoming suspicious and finding out what’s going on, and GRRRRR. SO GOOD. SO FUCKING GOOD. I need to write a blurb about this. It’s so addicting. I just had to get some of the base ideas on this out because this concept has been marinating in my brain for way too long. I’m not kidding, I was going to actually explode if I didn’t get to talk about this. I NEED MORE OF THIS TYPE OF SHIT.

[mofongomuncher]

𝘼𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 [!𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏¡]

(Ekko X Reader)

❥ cast : ! Ekko and Reader ¡

The brothel was dimly lit today, the pungent scent of incense and lust hung heavily in the air. The soft whispers of conversations and secrets echoed through the corridors.

As a dancer known for your attraction and intentions, you've seen your share of shady characters seeking refuge from the harsh realities.

Tonight however, was so much more different.

Ekko.

The leader of the firelights, decided to stroll into the brothel with his dark green jacket—its distinct graffits swayed with each step, and his owl like mask made him stick out against the rest of the people around the building.

He was here looking for answers about Silco's people, specifically a woman who once worked here. The only person that actually knew who this woman was, is you.

As he approaches, you feel the heat of his gaze and the weight of his reputation. His sharp, owl-like eyes lock onto yours with unsettling intensity.

You knew he was the type to take what he wanted without hesitation. Babette had warned you about him and the Firelights not long ago.

But tonight... tonight, things would be different.

With a gesture, you lead him to a private room.

"Tell me about her..." Ekko says, his voice rough as he carefully removed his mask, and sat down in front of you. His white locs and hourglass face paint were now visible. The flickering candlelights casted his features, making the intensity of his gaze almost tangible.

You, in your revealing lingerie, feel a thrill of excitement as you danced slowly in front of him. Your movements are fluid, your hips swaying to an unheard melody as you speak, your eyes never leaving his.

You dance closer to him, your fingertips tracing the line of your collarbone as you speak of her, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Her name was Lila....Silco took her in, trained her, used her for his... needs." Your eyes flicker to the side, a hint of sadness in them."she was so clever, always looking answers." Ekko's eyes narrow, his interest piqued. He leans forward slightly.

"What makes you think she'd be of any use to me?" he asks, his voice sharper then ever.  You dip down, your chest brushing against his knee, making him suck in a sharp breath. "Because she knew his secrets..." you murmur, your breath warm against his skin. "And she knew when to keep them...and when to share them." Your hand slides up his thigh. "Anddd...you asked me about her, she must be some good use, hm?" You teased him.

You can feel the tension spiraling within him.

He's a man of the streets, he was used to the cut and thrust of battles, but this... this is different.

Way different...

You move to straddle his lap. He looks up at you, his big hazelnut brown eyes searching yours for a moment as if trying to determine if this is just a trick.

You grab his gloved hands and place them on your hips—forcing him to pull you closer to him.

You lean down, your lips brushing against his ear. "Tell me what you want Ekko.." you whisper, your voice seductive and demanding.

"I want... I need to know." he gasps. "What did she tell you?" His desperation is tangible, his eyes never leaving yours as he speaks. You lean back, a knowing smile playing on your lips. "Everything..." you promise, your voice sweet like honey. "But firsttt, let's make a deal...just you and me." You trace a finger along the line of his sharp jaw, watching as he nods nervously, his breath coming in ragged bursts. He knew exactly what kind of deal you were trying to offer him.

Ekko had never been in a situation like this before. He'd always been too focused on the Firelights, on the constant grind of surviving in Zaun, on fixing what was broken around him. Intimacy had never been something he made time for. His life was chaos.

Now, here he was, sitting at the brothel, with you on his lap, your body close to his in a way that made his heart race. The soft material of your lingerie pressed against him, and he could feel every inch of you. It was all too much, too fast, and yet, it was impossible to ignore the heat flooding his chest.

He hadn't asked for this, hadn't come here for this kind of attention, but now that it was happening, he was finding it hard to pull away. His hands rested lightly on your hips, the pressure of his touch not quite sure of itself, but needing to stay there all the same. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, conflicting desires and responsibilities, but his body was reacting against all of it.

This wasn't a relationship. It wasn't anything deep, he knew that. Yet, there was something in the way your body pressed against his, something in the way the heat built between you, that made him feel a way he couldn't describe. A part of him felt like he shouldn't be here, that he should be focused on something else, find answers elsewhere—but another part of him just... didn't want to stop.

It was messy, it was chaotic, and it wasn't lovely but it was real.

The air in the room seems to thicken as you get off his lap—moving in front of him. Carefully you remove his overalls down to his boots, before dropping to your knees.

As you free his cock from his boxers, you can't help but admire it—thick and long, slightly pulsating, it was like a testament to his masculinity.

Looking up at him through your hooded eyes, you lean in and take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before you take him deeper. Ekko's eyes widen in surprise, he throws his head back, his hand reaching for his mouth to cover his groans.

"H-Holy—Fuck" he hisses.

You couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at his reaction.

You suck harder, feeling him pulse against your tongue, his thighs tense beneath your palms. He tastes so sweet and a tad bit bitter, a mix that only fuels your own desire.

Ekko's eyes are squeezed shut now, his teeth gritted as he fights to keep his composure. But you can feel the storm building within him, the tension in his body coiling tighter with each passing moment. His breaths become more erratic, and his hips start to buck. You moan around his length, the vibration sending a shiver down his spine. His hand reaches for the armrest of the chair to steady himself.

"Tell—tell me" he grunts, his voice now strained. "What...What did Lila tell you?"

You pull back, your lips shiny with his precum, and give him a soft smile. "well....only that she had something valuable." you say, your voice a breathy purr. "Information that could help bring him down." Ekko's eyes flash with determination, and he nods, urging you to continue.

"But she didn't tell me what it was." you add, tracing your fingers along his thigh. "Not until I made her feel good..." You stand up, your legs shaky from the excitement.

"And—And did you?" he asks, his voice quivering. "Make...her feel good?" You nod, your chest heaving with anticipation. "Of course I did," you reply, reaching back to untie your lingerie, letting it fall to the floor. Your bare skin glows in the candlelight. "And now.." you say, turning to face him, "it's your turn. Hm?"

Ekko's eyes froze to you, observing your naked body, lingering on the wetness between your thighs. You make his way to him, removing the rest of his clothing, revealing his muscular form. You couldn't help but caresses his beautifully toned chest.

"Tell me..." he says, his voice low and slightly nervous, "everything she said."

You bite your bottom lip, feeling a thrill of power as you hold the key to Ekko's quest. "She spoke of a hidden book..." you murmur, stepping even closer to him, your breasts now brushing his chest. "A list of names, areas...transactions with some of the pilties..." Ekko's eyes widen at the implication, and you can feel his cock twitch against your stomach. "But she never told me where it was.." you add, running your fingertips down his abs, tracing the lines of them.

"Only that it would bring him to his knees."

He sighed in frustration, but the desire in his eyes hadn't weakened. "Then what good are you to me?" he demands, but there's a hint of desperation in his voice.

You lean in, your breath hot against his ear. "Perhaps I can reveal more.." you offer, your hands still tracing his abs.

"If you're willing to make another deal."

Ekko's hand snaps up, gripping your wrist. "You drive a hard bargain, hm?" he says, releasing your wrist away from him. "What do you want?"

You look up at him "Protection..." you whisper. "For her and for me. We're both basically targets if he finds I told you..." Ekko's gaze softens slightly as he nods. "If I find it, you'll have the deal" he promises.

"Really?" You look up at him surprised. He nodded as hand drops to your small back.

For a second you both stared at eachother, that was until the space between you evaporated as you crush your mouth into his, your tongue delving deep into his mouth, You moan into the kiss, enjoying every second. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve, leaving a trail of fire. He lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the nearby bed.

Ekko lowers you onto the velvet sheets, his eyes never leaving yours as he positions himself between your thighs. He kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, making you gasp.

"Tell me how she felt when she talked about this book." he murmurs softly, his breath hot against your ear. You bite your lip, remembering the desperation in Lila's eyes. "Scared..." you admit.

He nods, understanding flickering in his gaze.  your hand slid down to grip his cock, guiding it to your entrance. His expression tightens, a mix of lust and fear. You position the head of his cock at your opening.

Ekko couldn't help himself anymore, He tried so hard to keep calm, telling himself that he shouldn't do this, he shouldn't feel so aroused by you—that it wasn't right.

But he couldn't, he couldn't control his lust for you.

With one powerful thrust, he enters you. Your back arching off the bed as he fills you completely. His grip on your hips is firm, his movements deep and rhythmic. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, making it hard to focus on anything but the feeling of him inside you.

"Oh F-Fuck." you breathe, your nails digging into his back as he thrusts into you. "Lila... she—she was terrified, but she had this... this fire in her eyes when she talked about the book. She knew all of his secrets.." Ekko's eyes darken, his strokes becoming more urgent as he hears the desperation in your voice. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a kiss.

You break the kiss, panting heavily. "She never told me where it was hidden. Only that it was somewhere in his office." Ekko's grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, as if he's trying to claim his victory over Silco through your body.

"I—I need to know more Y/N." he grunts, his eyes burning into yours.

"All I know is that—that it's well-guarded" you murmur, your voice a soft whine of pleasure as he hits just the right spot. "But she said there's a time when he's...distracted."

Ekko's strokes slow, his eyes narrowing. "Distracted?" he repeats, his voice a low growl. You nod, your body trembling beneath his. "Whe-When ever the Last Drop has those party nights.... His guards are always...shimmered up and distracted." You can feel his cock pulse within you at the mention of the last drop, a place he knew too good and well. "That's when we can get it.." he says, his voice filled with the promise of victory.

He leans back, the sound of skin slapping against skin was starting to turn him on. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

"The Last Drop.." Ekko repeats, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We'll get that book and bring him down." He leans down to look at me. You gasp, your body tightening around him, your walls pulsing. "Then.." he murmurs.

"we'll see about that deal."

You tighten your legs around him, urging him closer, the pressure building within you. "Pleasee..." you whisper, your voice thick with desire. "I'm gonna—" Ekko grins, understanding exactly what you meant. He doubles his efforts, hitting that perfect spot with each stroke.

Your breaths come in short pants, your eyes squeezed shut as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. You could feel the room spinning, the candlelights playing tricks on the walls as you feel yourself climbing higher and higher. "F-Fuck Ekko!" you cry out, your body arching as the orgasm hits, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling through you.

With a roar, he releases his own climax, filling you completely as your bodies spasm together in a symphony of pleasure.

For a moment, you lay there, panting, your heart racing as you come down from the high. Ekko's head is buried in the crook of your neck, his breaths hot and erratic against your skin. You run your fingers through his slightly dampened undercut.

"Thank you..." he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "For what?" you ask, your own voice a little shaky.

He lifts his head to look at you, his brown eyes filled with something that looks suspiciously like affection. "For your help..." he says, his thumb stroking your cheek. "And for... that." You can't help but blush, the heat of his gaze making you feel vulnerable. "It was nothing..." you murmur, trying to play it cool. But the way his eyes travel down your body, lingering on your heaving chest, tells you that he doesn't believe you.

Ekko rolls off you, leaving you to lay there, feeling empty and a little lost. You watch as he stands up and starts to gather his clothes. He pulls his clothes and jacket on, the graffiti on the hem fluttering as he moves. You sit up and watch him, pulling the sheets around your naked body.

Ekko's gaze turns to you—his eyes softens for a moment. He made his way to your sad little figure lying on the bed—his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "when I get this book, we can talk about that freedom you're after." His thumb traces your bottom lip, and you bite back a whimper.

He pressed his lips against yours before making his way out, leaving you behind,your heart fluttering for the very first time as you hear his footsteps faint away.

Check out my Ekko one shots on Wattpad for more stories!! :3

[buglicorice]

thanks for the tag ^^

last song: oh uhm... this....

xD

my fave colour is yellow :D like it kinda depends on my mood but either a yellow ochre or a golden yellow

last book: ... I cant remember ;-; but I have two coming in the mail soon ^^ its 'an extra pair of hands' by Kate Mosse and 'an unquiet mind' by Kay Redfield Jamison idk what either will be like they might both suck but Im excited to get back into reading regardless :3

last movie: ...uhhhhhhh OH! the last wallace and gromit movie I am ashamed to admit I was so close to crying at the end waaa ><

last tv show: the last thing Ive watching in full was gundam witch months ago but recently I watched the first 2 episodes of akiba maid war

sweet/spicy/savory: Im still in denial of my sweet tooth but fuck does sugar taste good... By virtue of my south east asian blood I am bound by honour to enjoy spicy food and luckily I do ^^. savory stuff has always been kinda ehh for me I find its the hardest flavour to stomach.

last search: ignoring akiba maid war to make sure I spell it right and looking up the author names my last search was the chug jug lyrics. No you dont get context

current obsession: help ;-; I started warframe again after like 6 years and I already have 90 hrs its been like 2 weeks I have school help T^T

also because its my sin to carry I did also stay up till 4am playing hoi4 kill me I will understand

looking forward to: tbh not much :( life is just kinda one big line rn just a lot of waiting. ig im excited to like talk to my friends and spend time with them and such but thats kind of a given. love my pals :>

10 People I'd Like to Know Better

Thanks for the tags @gaiaseyes451 and @beerok23!💜!💜

last song: Gloria by the Lumineers

favourite colour: Red, like a deep luscious red that you know would taste good if you licked it. Don't act innocent, you know exactly what I mean by that. Red is a color that you just know tastes good.

last book: I am currently trying to read the Witcher series (per @lickthecowhappy's suggestion) so I am at the start of the Last Wish

last movie: Moana 2 (I have young kidsssss)

last TV show: My oldest is almost 10 which means she stays up late. Which also means I have so little time to watch adult things. So we've been watching the Office with her. I think I want to watch the Good Place with her next tho (I've never watched it!)

sweet/spicy/savoury: Sweet followed very, very closely by spicy. Habanero maple syrup is one of my favorite things on the planet.

last thing i searched online: How to explain a 10 year career hiatus in a cover letter (looking to return to work since having kids. It's been an interesting experience so far).

current obsession: Have not moved on from Good Omens, but recently realized that my obsession may be more in my own little connected universe of fics that I wrote rather than the actual canon at this point😳. I'm sure once we get that first glimpse of red and white hair that will change very quickly.

looking forward to: Going back to work and having a more established adult life again, honestly. I've been so lucky to be home with my kids while they are young, but I am ready. And figuring out how my newfound passion for writing is going to fit into that new life of mine. Another big year of change over here for me, and I am eagerly looking forward to how the growing pains are going to make way for something beautiful beyond.

ten people i’d like to know better:

@addledmongoose, @di-42, @afrenchwriter, @haemey, @eybefioro, @alwaystuesday, @katspause, @alphacentaurinebula, @shadesofecclescakes, @ochre-sunflower and whoever wants to do it (but also feel free to ignore!)

[megumiluvv]

❥ includes: geto x fem!reader, initial dry humping turned to backshots, unprotected sex, teasing, and praise.

“Come on, you can do better than that.” Suguru’s smirk is evident in his voice as you drag your hips across his own. “Don’t tell me you’re exhausted already?”

“Shut it, I’m not tired yet,” you mutter, gasping when his tip rubs against your clit just right through your clothing.

The ravenette takes another drag from the blunt between his lithe fingers and lets the smoke fester in his throat before blowing it out into the room. His lazy smirk cracks a little as you rub just right once again, causing a sharp inhale to come from him. Suguru’s free hand grips your hips and pushes you a bit more against his own.

“Now you’ve got it, just roll with it-- fuck --like that,” he groans, the high he’s on only adding to his pleasure.

“Feels good? You look like-- shit --like you’re on cloud nine over there…”

“Yeah? You’re looking hot and bothered yourself, maybe we should get to the main point.” He drawls and traces his hand along your ass.

Your breath hitches as Suguru drags down your pants and undergarments in a slow, almost teasing slide. He lets his eyes look along your body with a possessive gaze you can feel from behind. His hands roam your body and he mutters quiet praise as his hungry gaze swallows you whole.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, baby. Absolutely stunning.” his quiet murmurs reach your ears.

You hear the rattle of his belt buckle as Suguru frees himself of his jeans. Your head turns to watch him strip out of his pants and boxers, penis standing at attention. His hand tugs at the erection as he pulls your hips closer, thumb spreading your folds for him to admire.

Your body gets pulled even closer as he lines himself up with your weeping cunt. You hear him suck in a sharp breath as he buries himself to the hilt inside you. You gasp yourself as he does, holding onto the small table in front of you.

“Fuck, so tight, babe…”

“Well if you didn't force yourself in with one thrust, I wouldn't be…”

“Mmmm no, you still would.” he challenges.

Suguru grabs your sides, the cold metal of his rings pressing into your warm skin. He hisses as he pulls himself almost fully out, just to slam back in. He repeats the motion a few times before pushing your back into a mean arch and setting a fast and brutal pace.

His hips hit yours at a steady but rough pace, pushing your body down even more with each slap of skin against skin. If your own moans weren't filling your ears, you'd be able to hear the quiet groans coming from Suguru. Your whines fill the air as your ass ripples with each thrust he sends into you. The ravenette keeps you arched and angles himself to hit that spot that drives you crazy with pleasure.

“God, squeezin’ me so tight, baby, not gonna last with your grip,” he groans and trails his hands to your breasts.

“You’re-- ah --so deep…” you moan as a breathless chuckle escapes him.

“Can’t speak, princess?”

“Sh-shut up, you’ll-- ah --get sloppy…”

“‘M gettin' sloppy because I'm close, not ‘cause I'm talking, pretty girl.”

He bends over you and traces a hand from your breast to your clit, rubbing his name in slow smooth circles to add to your stimulation. You see stars as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave tipping a boat overboard. Your legs shake and your poor stretched hole spasms around Suguru as he continues his now-wavering consistency against your hips.

“Good girl, just like that, gimme a few-- fuck --a few more seconds and-- goddd just like that…”

He cums with a moan of your name, burying himself as deep as he can as if he wants you pregnant and full of him. You stay like this for a few minutes before he carefully extracts himself from your cunt, rubbing your ass and thighs gently to soothe the ache that has come in. You sit up and Suguru pulls you into his lap, carrying you to the bath to get cleaned.

“Did so good f’me, just like always, pretty girl. Can't wait for next time.” He grins with a kiss to your forehead.

Masterlist

Tags: @kensqueent

[adalitas-coffeebreak-corner]

Sweetheart

Remus Lupin x reader

A/N: This was voted second in the poll, so here ya go. This is 100% just fluff, read at your own discretion. Word count: 1k

Summery: Your roommate Remus leaves a bunch of handwritten notes around your flat, building up the courage to finally share the last one with you.

Remus preferred things in writing, which is something you’ve learned since moving in with him last September. Half a year has come and gone, and he always leaves a handwritten note whenever he goes anywhere, that would usually be left on your shared kitchen table.

Honestly you find it adorable. Maybe having a crush on your roommate is not such a good idea, but you have fallen fast and quickly.

Luckly you almost have no time to ponder your predicament, your work sucking every ounce of mental energy out of you, yet it isn’t necessarily because you dislike your job, everything just seemed to culminate the past couple of days.

Your usual routine though was peaceful, deep breaths as you nurse a cup of tea getting ready to go to leave (working later in the day does have it privileges) and right next to the kitchen sink, a little note pulling you further into the almost domestic bliss you have going on with Remus. Normally it is ordinary things such as Hello Dove, gone to see James and Lily or Dear Y/N, I’m out to get groceries, I’ll be back soon (“groceries” usually referring to his ever-growing chocolate stash)

But over the course of a week something had changed. Instead of just detailing his whereabouts Remus has left a ridiculous amount of notes across the flat for you to find, ranging from actual information to just outright compliments. All of them starting out the same, him just addressing you as sweetheart, making it impossible to keep the butterflies in your stomach down.

Remus, besides being the most considerate person to ever exist, calling you sweetheart? It isn’t too different from his usual nicknames for you, but mixed with the messages it does severely damage your iron grip containing your delusions.

Your smile brightens my day (Which you found wrapped around your toothbrush, Tuesday)

It reminded me of you (Next to a new book subtlety laying on your nightstand Wednesday morning, the cover beautifully adorned by your favorite flowers)

You got this, I believe in you dove (you found in your shoe, as you got ready to leave for work Thursday, which ironically made you a little late because of how teary-eyed you got)

Sirius dragged me along to some concert, but that new movie you wanted to see is laying next to the TV and there’s popcorn in the kitchen, so you can have a quiet evening. Sirius says hi (Was the first note you found that made you giggle and silently thank Remus for being a mind reader, needing desperately to spend your Friday night wrapped up on the couch)

I’ve restocked the tea cupboard. P.s there are also sweets in there, so you don’t have to go to the store on your day off. (Which was left by the coffee table on Saturday by the TV remote)

There is no comparison to the sweetness of your laughter (Which was laying on the before mentioned sweets in the tea cupboard)

Is there any way Remus could share your feelings?

It has quickly become the highlight of your day, finding the small notes scattered across your flat successfully distracting you from the stress of everyday life. As Monday roles around it’s no different. You make your way into the kitchen, finding the little piece of paper perched on top of your favorite mug.

As you open it your eyes excitedly skim through the lines.

Sweetheart, I’ve noticed how tense you’ve been the last couple of days, so I’ve gone out to pick up some essentials, and I’ll be here waiting for when you get home, love Remus.

It’s all you can think about during your shift, feeling the tense yet thrilling sensation of what might be planned for tonight and for the first time you can’t wait to get off work for an entirely different reason.

It’s perfect when you arrive home at the door of your shared flat, the place looking amazing, completely tidied up, string lights hanging up and down the walls.

“Hi dove, hope s’not too much” he simply greets you, having the guts to just stand there looking incredibly handsome yet timid.

When you don’t respond for a few seconds, your brain still confirming the reality of the situation, Remus starts to frenetically fill the silence.

“Cause I know that you’ve maybe been a little stressed and even though you’d tell me not to worry about it, I just thought it might help to take your mind off work for a bit, a-and the boys came over to help with tidying n’ stuff, I really didn’t ask them to, I just kinda’ mentioned wanting t’do something nice for you and they-“ his rant cut off with a soft yelp as you throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly muttering “It’s perfect Rem, thank you” as you close your eyes, saving the moment, completely missing out on the way he looks down at you with pure relief and adoration.

Neither one of you moving from your places in each other’s arms until you spot your favorite takeaway placed on the coffee table, letting out a sigh out before looking into your roommates’ eyes, searching for something to say, realizing in that moment how utterly and completely in love you are with him.

“I- erhm, I have one last note for you dove” his lips press into a thin line as he pulls it out from his pants pocket, handing it to you scanning your features for any sign that he’s going too far.

Theres a furrow in your brows before your laughter completely catches him off guard.

“If your ass was a canvass, I would want to be the painter?” You read the note aloud, amusement beaming from your puzzled expression, but Remus’ face pales instantly as he starts cussing Sirius out under his breath, pulling out another piece of paper switching them.

“That one was Sirius’ idea, I swear you weren’t meant to read it” Remus groans as his hands cover his face from your sight of his embarrassment. You can’t help but giggle as you give him a few seconds to recover, instead opting to read the three words that you’ve been waiting to read.

Sweetheart,

I Love You.

It’s almost scary how easy it feels to close the distance between your lips, your hands holding on to each other like you’re both afraid of letting go. It should be overwhelming how normal it feels to be bathed in the sunshine of Remus’ affection, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[lsunstreakerl]

Maybe I'm just a whore for angst, but it's been in the back of my head for DAYS. Can I ask what Charles' reaction was when he came out of his meeting to find Max gone without a trace? Even though he was a complete asshole to Max, and Max has EVERY right to be upset/angry/etc. about it, I cannot imagine that was anything other than brutal for Charles? I would love ANY insight you'd be willing to share

Charles POV below the line!

"Thank you, yes, I will see you all next week."

Charles can't click out of his meeting fast enough, minimizing his screen as he drops his head into his hands.

Everything sucks. The car sucks, the team sucks, Lewis sucks, and now he's gone and yelled at Max, and it doesn't matter how good it had felt in the moment-

Charles has spent the last two hours he's been in that meeting feeling progressively more ill about it.

Max, who was just trying to help. His boyfriend. Hopefully one day his fiance and then his husband and always, always his forever, and Charles had yelled.

He grips a hand in his hair, tugging at it.

He hadn't just yelled. He'd told Max to go away, that he couldn't look at him, and fuck he probably sounded exactly like that stupid cunt-

Charles needs to fix this. Needs to fix it, even though he still feels anger simmering under his skin, because it isn't Max's fault that Charles is upset, and he needs to clear that up.

God, Max had just-

Max had just let him.

He feels a little bit nauseous as he stands, opening the office door, and he's surprised when all of the pets make their way in-

Leo is running in circles around his feet, Jimmy hops up onto the desk and meows at him, Sassy and Donut are sitting in the doorway.

"...what? You should all be with your father, seriously. Why are all of you in here?"

Charles sighs, picking up Leo to kiss his head before he raises his voice.

"Max?"

The flat is quiet, just Charles and the pets in the office. He gives it a few seconds, but there's no footsteps, no noise.

The uneasy feeling in his gut gets worse as he sets Leo back down on the floor, and now he's walking through the flat, checking different rooms.

"...Max?"

Nothing.

There's an unnatural stillness, and part of Charles' brain is screaming at him, because he knows-

Max's keys are gone.

So is Max.

Charles has yelled, and Max is gone, and-

He darts back into the bedroom, throwing open the drawer on Max's side of the bed, because he'd seen him earlier, when he was bringing over the tea, the way he'd seemed slightly unfocused.

His glasses case is missing.

His meds are here.

Charles feels his fingers gripping the edge of the pill bottle, plastic bruising his fingers, because the pill bottle would've been loud. Would've made noise, could have alerted Charles that Max was leaving, so of course he didn't take it, because he was scared, scared of Charles, because that's what happens when you grow up in an abusive home, and-

Charles throws up.

[tumblingxelian]

"Are we discussing the writers intentions with Jaune, Jaune as a general character or the audience reception to Jaune and are we singling out a specific audience or the collective?"

All three really. The collective.

To start, I'm fascinated by how Jaune seems to contrast the girls in terms of their development. His growth is very loud and in your face in specific moments like Jaundice or the prom or Volume 3's finale.

Hell, his moment in the Battle for Haven has him not getting the trauma induced power up to punch Cinder hard but rather to heal Weiss. After that, he's to the side healing those who need it. It's a big moment but his only moment aside from a small passing mention of his semblance.

It feels like peaks and valley when it comes to the times when he gets the focus.

All while the girls have each of their journeys spread across the whole show's intended run. Ruby's arc of trying to move forward too much has always been there but with weekly episode releases and hiatuses between seasons, it's causes even those who are well meaning to overlook it.

I don't know if that came out right so make of my thoughts what you will.

OK so its too hot for me to do any recording or other projects but I can answer asks, so let's get to this (Cracks bottle of cold water over my head) Let's do this!

So, Jaune is certainly a divisive character and while I have warmed up to him somewhat over the years, and while I adore RWBY I often feel he can be a disruptive element, but also one that does in fact serve a purpose. Keep that in mind for my response going forward.

So, touching on your stuff first, it is interesting, though I would argue against the idea that the girls don't also at times have very loud character development.

Weiss's shifter after talking to Port, her summons, the Atlas party, ETC. Blake running away & confronting Roman, her everything with Ilia, the final confrontation with Adam and the Bees kiss as just some examples.

Interestingly Ruby and Yang are on the more quiet end of character development scales with stuff building up slowly and quietly. Though not without their big moments, Ruby's eulogy and explosion, Yang's confrontation with Raven and the bees kiss, ETC.

Still, I think I see what you mean in how these things tend to be framed and handled in a much more varied way than media usually does.

IE, Jaune losing it at Cinder in V5 is basically him lacing the temperament of a Huntsmen that his allies have and it accomplishes nothing on his end as far as "Badass confrontation" goes and instead he only starts to grow after leaning into the role of support & healer, even defaulting more to Yang as leader in V7 during their rescue work.

Overall and I said this in my Bees essay that CRWBY like long form story telling, and that influences a lot of how RWBY is written.

In these regards Jaune does feel interesting/odd because he does have several... Archetypical moments of character growth as you say. What's interesting to me and what I think the writers are going for is that how good some of these even are for him can be questionable.

What I mean is like...

Jaune went to Beacon with a very "Idiot Shounen hero" attitude towards things. He cheated his way into an elite school and kind of just assumed it'd work out. He didn't try that hard in classes till he was being blackmailed, rejected help out of pride and even when he did seek it out it was only after he had a "win" under his belt that wasn't even wholly his but he doesn't know that.

The thing is, very little ever went Jaune's way on these things either in the short term or long term.

IE, he short term he showed up at Beacon and nearly died and or failed (Subversion of his shounen expectations.) But then he was helpedby a cool girl who ineplicably liked him and said he had a lot of Aura! (This falls in line with his Shounen expectations!)

But then it turns out he still sucks at classes and having what a girl who has a crush on you says is a lot of Aura doesn't mean much when surrounded by other people who also have a lot of Aura and have been training all their lives (Subversion again)

He then manages to retain his pride and defend his team and wins a battle "All on his own" except he ignored Glynda's advice and only won because Pyrrha guided his hand. Though after this he did swallow his pride and get help, its sort of net neutral?

Moving forward he wasn't that involved in the plot, but his stuff in V2, was very "Standard" school stuff, but then it was followed up by his love interest also being his mentor being a problem because Pyrrha fulfilled the trope of the mentor dying. Jaune was also cut out of that entire conflict (Wisely) because he's not actually the main character and he'd only get in the way. (Subversions all round! Be it for the cool girl liking the Shounen loser, him not being the MC, Pyrrha being his mentor and the tragic "Brightest of their generation" before she was his love interest and so on!)

Just within the first three volumes we see that there's this dichotomy of Jaune trying t and sometimes even getting to play much more standard story beats "Straight" that RWBY usually avoid. Only for them to then get blindsided by RWBY's more subversive elements.

But the key thing here is you only notice the latter if you pay attention to the whole, and not the individual moments. This is a problem I had with Jaune till about V6/7; because despite my insights here I do think the execution has been murky more often than not.

Still, with the above in mind, I think one can easily where how things flow out from there, with Jaune trying to play these self assigned roles and getting these moments of "Standard storytelling."

Only for something to come along later and put a spin on it.

V4 Jaune gives a nice speech to Ruby but it ultimately just serves to reinforce her burgeoning issues because he also missed her tendency to repress and when placed in a scenario like he would have been with Pyrrha he froze up and couldn't act, IE Tyrian almost getting Ruby.

He finally got his big speech and rage at Cinder, but was actively being told to chill by Qrow and Cinder gives near zero fucks and rather than getting a power up he gains a power that assigns him a support role over a "badass" role.

We also get to see something in V6 which I thin is often neglected in Jaune analysis, that boy has a fucking temper!

We've seen it with him shouting at Pyrrha, at Cinder and then outright attacking Oscar. But he always calms down afterwards and no one seems to hold it against him, but the thing is this means he never really works on it. The only thing that can shut it down is his own sense of shame rather than actual self control like say, Yang has.

But I digress, my interpretation of the writers intent but I basically think Jaune is meant to serve four purposes in the narrative:

1: Counterpart & foil to Ruby as leaders with very different skills & roles in universe. 2: Counterpart & commentary on shitty male authority figures who needs to unlearn toxic masculinity. 3: A longform subversion of the typical "idiot Shounen hero" who gets by on gumption and lots of natural talent. 4: The closest person we get to a wholly normal person in universe, as even Oscar has an ancient wizard in his head.

These are all interesting things and I can see what the creators are aiming for, or so I believe. However, I do think the execution of all this is often murky.

The short form stuff I mention above is some of the hardest to grapple with cos until you see it pay off it just seems like standardized story tropes, and even then the emphasis these ideas require to work can be disruptive to other characters narrative importance.

What's more while interesting and impossible to fully comment on until the story is wholly done, it is hard to say how strictly necessary some of these ideas are to explore given RWBY's limited run time. & the fact some of them could be divided up and given to more temporary characters who don't need as much narrative real estate.

Thus I can definitely get why people often find Jaune frustrating. Hell, I can often find him frustrating, especially because I think some of his traits are meant to evoke a degree or irritation with him. But all of this also feeds into why he can be such a divisive character.

As for people who just project onto Jaune and make him super harm big badass, ugh, idiots unworthy of consideration who frankly shouldn't be watching RWBY, I have nothing to say to them.

Anyway I hope this was coherent, thanks for the ask, sorry it took so long!

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

I don’t think we talk enough about how different the finale and opening are, despite it being the same words that start the song.

In the opening, Pony tells the audience he’s “never been out of Tulsa before, I wonder what it would be like” because it’s true. He’s doesn’t know what it’s like beyond his small town. He’s quietly hopeful that it’s better. He dreams of leaving for good but he’s brought back down by his own statement that “I’ve never known anybody to leave, most people get stuck here for life” because that’s also true. He watched firsthand as his brother’s future crashed and burned when the cops showed up at their door. He watched his oldest brother, the one everyone thought would get out and make a new life for himself, get sucked back into Tulsa by forces out of his control. So he can’t let himself hope, at least not completely.

In the finale, Pony tells the audience again that he’s “never been out of Tulsa before, I wonder what it would be like” but this time it’s not completely the truth. He did leave Tulsa. He just didn’t do it on his own terms, he was forced to run away. He’s reflecting this time, reflecting on what he dreamed of a few weeks ago and how his reality was so far from that. He doesn’t want to consider the abandoned church to be him getting out because that means he needs to accept that that’s what the world is like out of Tulsa, bitter and burning. He can’t accept that because Ponyboy still is, at his core, a dreamer. When he then says that “I’ve never known anybody to leave, most people get stuck here for life” it’s truer that it ever has been. Because he now has two friends who are buried there. They’re buried in a town that despised them with no hope of ever getting out. So while that line used to be a reminder of something so many failed to achieve, Pony now uses it as motivation. He uses it to remind himself that he has to get out, he has to do it for everyone who can’t.

[laswells-ashtray]

How much Alerudy freak content do ypu have to give? The community is lacking. /np

Apologies, I've been meaning to respond to this and since you sent me this I've responded to other freak AlreRudy asks. I'm not gonna write a whole story but I am gonna explain more of their freaky behaviour.

Alejandro is weird about spit. He doesn't like getting spit on, in fact, that enrages him but when Rudy has him face down on the bed, working him open with two fingers and spits in his hole? With how close he already is, it damn near sends him over the finish line. It's degrading, it's humiliating and it almost makes him cum. Like most things Alejandro enjoys.

Rudy likes nibbling at Alejandro's ear lobes. Scraping his teeth over them, biting and sucking at them. He's weird about ears, we all have our things. But the sensation of having someone suck at his earlobes is wild for Alejandro, it's a confusing sensation at first. It sends a shiver down his spine and then Rudy scrapes his teeth over the soft flesh, barely allowing him time to adjust to the sensation before throwing him headfirst into another and it starts to feel really good.

Will sit with Rudy's knees bracketing his hips, one of the sergeant-majors hands cradling the back of his head as Rudy nips and sucks at his ears whilst the other hand palms at Alejandro over his boxers. Rudy can get off on just lazily grinding against him as they do this.

They sniff each other like bloodhounds, especially after the gym. Alejandro will lick all over Rudy's neck, doesn't care if he's damp with sweat that only encourages him. Something about Rodolfo under those lights, lighting weights when his tank is soaked with sweat and there's nothing but pure focus on the other man's face. Makes Alejandro wants to pin him down and lick his face.

I've said before that Rudy likes pain, he likes burning, searing pain right before he cums just to send him over the edge. He needs his vision to white out, ears ringing as his chest heaves and hips gradually still. Alejandro is more than happy to oblige because they've researched the best places to burn someone and how to heal it without potential infection. They've been doing it for a while, they know what they're doing.

But this just leads to cigarettes becoming a major part of their sex life and much to Rudy's displeasure, he struggles to watch Alejandro smoke outside of the bedroom without walking away with a hard-on. He's so used to watching his colonel lean back with a cigarette between his lips, one hand squeezing Rodolfo's hip as he gets the ride of his fucking life. When he sees Alejandro smoking in a normal setting? He thumbs over his clothes where he knows the old, circular scars reside on his body and tries to adjust himself in his pants without anybody noticing.

[leaharleyg]

I hope to God Isagi and Kaiser score 0 goals and Ness is the one who goes ape shit because you know it's about to go down when a manga artist pulls out the black background white lines and shading effect. I genuinly hope he murders them both. Innovative my ass you didn't do shit Isagi's too busy tweaking because yeah people suck Isagi newsflash so does Noa. Then Michael's tweaking because he thinks giving up everything is the best way to succeed. When no that's just self sabotage and self destructive. I feel like in real life these guys would not be able to make it far in life. Their ego are TOO big babe and that's not good. Yes there's an emphasis on not having ego for someone elses ego's sake and little to no ego at all leading to downfalls in the story but what about the egos that are too big guys.

[noamm7]

among enemies

request here

paring : rafe cameron x male reade

genre : smut

warnings : +18MDNI, masturbation, smut, oral sex(r!receiving), dirty-talk, suck, blowjob(r!receiving)

a/n : It takes place in the 4th season, so i hope you like it

You and Rafe never got along, maybe because you were a kook who was always involved in adventures with the other pogues, just like his sister, Sarah who by the way was your best friend.

Rafe never put up with being by your side and you always felt the same too, maybe it was because of what happened between you when you were younger but that's not the point now.

But by a chance of fate (or just another treasure hunt of your pogues friends) you were stuck here in a boat sleeping in the same room as rafe cameron himself, because the other couples did the favor of occupying the other rooms.

You had needs, that was obvious, it had been weeks since you were in self sea, it had been weeks since you gave yourself a little moment of fun and pleasure that only you knew how good it was. You needed it, but the occasion didn't give you the freedom you needed, until one night the desire won the situation and here you are.

3 A.M -

Your cock was screaming inside your shorts and you needed to relieve yourself a little. You looked over at your roommate (your enemy) who seemed to be sleeping like a rock, "so what's wrong with it?" You thought.

In a quick and silent movement you pulled your underwear down, finally releasing your member that had been throbbing for a long time, the pre-cum leaking drawing a thin and transparent line while you took off your boxer.

You started pumping your dick, finally feeling the relief you've been waiting for so long, you put the sheet in your mouth to drown out the involuntary moans that could come out of your mouth. You pumped your cock feeling the pleasure that wonderful sensation brought to your body, the chills, the feeling of relief... until, you felt like a pair of eyes on you.

So you opened your eyes and, your roommate that you thought was sleeping, was looking at you with his eyes going from your member to your face, he didn't seem to be uncomfortable or any other adjective used for that, he was... admiring....?

"Are you enjoying what sees?" You ask with a slight smile, he takes his eyes going to yours "you're really a slut, aren't you? You can't even hold on for a week" he said staring at you.

"A man has his needs" you murmured biting your lips to muffle a moan "you don't even bother to do it somewhere else huh? But since we're here and I'm a man and maybe I also have my needs, let me give you a hand , yes?"

Without waiting for an answer rafe got out of his bed going towards his "just to be clear" rafe murmured getting close "I still hate you, but that doesn't stop me from doing you a favor..." rafe murmured in your ear as he took your member and began to pump it with his own hands "are you enjoying it? Is it good like this?" He murmured looking at you "yes...fuck it...like that" you replied while squirming under him.

His eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and desire. His hand slipped under your shirt, his fingers trailing across your skin, leaving chills in their wake. "I'll make sure you never forget this" he murmured.

Rafe captured your lips in a burning kiss, his tongue diving deep, claiming your mouth as his own. He crawled over you, his body covering yours, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've wanted this for so long…" he confessed, with a hoarse voice of emotion. "look at you..." Without warning, he leaned over, his tongue licking a slow and provocative strip of your length "You taste even better than I imagined"

Rafe's starting slow, taking his time, and savoring every inch of you. But as he heard your irregular breathing and felt the tension in your body, he quickened his pace, his movements growing more intense. his hand joined in, working in sync with his mouth, your body twisting with a mixture of pleasure and desire as you squirmed beneath him.

"Fuck...yes...good boy..." you sigh taking your hand to Rafe's face and caressing his cheek "fuc- so good for me..." you say. "Damn... you're so big in my mouth" he whispered, moving away briefly and looking at you with those dark and hungry eyes.

Rafe kept, his hands gripped your thighs, his nails lightly digging in and leaving marks. He softened his touch before taking one of your balls into his mouth, gently rolling it with his tongue. His eyes, filled with mischief, stayed locked on you, watching every shiver and moan that escaped your lips.

Rafe's gaze lifted to meet yours, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip of your arousal. "You're close, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice sending vibrations against your member.

He took you deep, his nose pressing against your pelvis, His throat working around your thick shaft as he swallowed you. One hand grabbed your thigh, his nails digging into your skin, while the other slid to your mouth to stifle your moans.

"I want to taste you, I want you to fill my mouth with your sperm, you will cum for me" Rafe's moans vibrated around his cock the sound of his pleasure matching the physical sensations. You could feel the heat growing in his abdomen, the familiar tingling spreading through his body.

"I want to taste you, I want you to fill my mouth with your cum, I want you to cum for me." Rafe's moans vibrated against your cock, the sounds of his pleasure matching the physical sensations. You could feel the heat growing in your abdomen, the tingling spreading through your body.

"R-rafe... fuck..." your voice was a hoarse whisper, yours hands closed in the sheets, trying to maintain some appearance of control. "fuck I'm going...I'm going to cum...”

Rafe’s eyes met yours eyes, full of satisfaction to see you like this, completely undone. "That...I want" he growled, his hand and mouth working in perfect harmony around your member, rafe takes his free hand to your chest playing with your nipples.

Yours back arched upwards, your breath was short and panting as the pleasure increased. "Rafe! Fuck-Rafe!" With a last and suction. He swallowed every drop, a low moan of approval in his chest, his eyes never leaving of your face.

As the waves of pleasure diminished, Rafe gently moved away, kissing your length, he crawled up, kissing you "Damn, that was hot" he gasped, nibbling your lower lip.

[joelmillerisapunk]

get to know your moots

ty for the tags loves <3 @probablyreadinsmut @itwasntimethatdidit40 @ace-turned-confused @thundermartini @kedsandtubesocks and @reddedmiller

what's the origin of your blog title?: me being an uncreative basic bitch. but it's fine we are suffering through the consequences of the most uncreative username of all time.

OTP(s) + shipname: me, joel miller AND javier pena <3

favorite color: black and mint green (yes ik its very specific idk really what to say I even have a tattoo that is partially this color lol)

favorite game: rdr2, dreamlight valley, tlou, bg3, mariooooo, zelda, assasins creed

song stuck in your head: hold the line - toto and whatever is on my fic playlist

weirdest habit/trait?: probably a lot but the most annoying as a lot of us have mentioned is assuming no one really likes me. but also doing that thing where you start a task and then see something else that has to be done so by the time you have finished you've begun 50 other tasks

hobbies: video games, reading, writing stories, poems and music, pretending I can bake cute aesthetic things I find on Instagram reels, calligraphy, collecting sea glass and sea shells.

if you work, what's your profession? i worked on a cow farm

if you could have any job you wish what would it be? a sugar baby, someone who lives on a beach, but really anything in music bts or in front or a psychologist but instead I went to school two times for things I did not end up staying with haaaaaa

something you're good at: giving you compliments until you tell me to stfu

something you're bad at: i like this answer so same -> putting myself first, also as it's been said a few times socializing, and flirting

something you love: documentaries ommmg jdkfdakjf <3 <3, downtime when I can have it, also I always forget how much I love the sun until this time of year, hearing a favorite song you haven't heard in a long time, watching stuff with people whether its movies or youtube videos or shows

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: video games, music, joel miller, the octopus lifecycle, Shakespeare, fun bts facts of my favorite movies and tv shows (I could spend days upon days looking up facts about how movies and shows are made and the little details in each of my favorite movies and shows)

something you hate: when its too hot or too cold, when I do that thing and don't buy snacks to be "healthy" and then wish I had a snack and math.

something you collect: i was collecting miniatures until they all got lost in a move, sea shells, coca cola memrobilia, Marilyn Monroe memorabilia, coral, anything vintage, trauma, and wips

something you forget: what don't I forget

what's your love language?: acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch

favorite movie/show: beauty and the beast, most keanu reeves movies as I've been binging them lately, lotr, how to lose a guy in 10 days, donnie darko,

favorite food: potatoes any day, any way, any form

favorite animal: cows, platypus', whales and dolphins

what were you like as a child? the quiet kid who was basically a mute because anxiety sucks and being perceived is frightening - lemme just fade into the floor

favorite subject at school? psychology, english because we could read Shakespeare and really cool books, science, music class, history, french, home ec, woodshop

least favorite subject? math and phys ed cause ya girl ain't a runner but yet they're all like "ohh its not that hard" but bro you're not even doing it

what's your best character trait? why are these questions so hard though? like idk my ability to make people feel comfortable?? i feel weird answering this lol

what's your worst character trait? i guess my inability to put myself first still and my dad jokes and sometimes I get quiet because I have a huge fear of rejection or abandonment

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? that I was on vacation instead of driving around for hours today or sleeping more that'd be great

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? Beethoven, Shakespeare, my grandparents, Marilyn Monroe, John Lennon, Frida Kahlo, idkkkk

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): there's so many this is rude asking for one so I'll give you two series. recently I read late night texts by @jolapeno and the wolf you feed by @arcanefox207 these series changed my brain chemistry for the best. I could scream on every rooftop in the world about these to every person in the world like please READ THEM!!!

npt: @arcanefox207 @gothcsz @syd-djarin @sunshinehaze1 @sunshineispunk @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @604to647 @myownwholewildworld @evolnoomym @slimybeth69 @almostfoxglove @lotusbxtch @baronessvonglitter me smooching you all through the phone <3 <3 <3 cause you all deserve every ounce of love and joy in the whole world

[pureshoney]

"up my sinning game? who said i want to do that, baby? maybe this was also me turning my life around … maybe this was my way of trying to become a man of faith. a man of god …" but abel isn't abel to finish saying the line with a straight face because it would be hell on earth before abel gave his life to the church. actually, it wouldn't be hell on earth; it would be a cold day in hell. and it's not that abel was a bad person, because he wasn't. everyone had to make a living, and his just somehow didn't precisely align with specific rules in the bible. but fuck does he make a shit ton of money, and realistically, abel did good too. like the fact that he's only ever killed other criminals, so god should be thanking him. he was fucking robin hood. "such a filthy girl, wanting daddy to buy you a nun outfit. you have no shame, do you?" sucks his teeth as if her were actually reprimanding his girl, but that couldn't be further from the truth. it's one of his favorite parts about ainsley, how damn slutty she could get when she was horny. currently had her bent over the cold floor of a church and she was still asking to fulfill even more lewd fantasies. abel syncs the pushing of his thumb inside her ass with the stroke of his cock, groaning at the way she reacts to him. "you like that, princess? wish i had a fuckin' toy to fill you up with … stretch both these holes out at once," have femme fuck her mouth with her slender fingers too. "need me to say it every day?" the words come out rougher than he intends, his throat tight with emotions he's still learning to express. part of him wants to look away from the raw joy on her face - it's almost too much, seeing how deeply his confession affects her. he's not used to being this exposed, this vulnerable, and there's still that nagging voice telling him to pull back, to guard himself. but he can't. not when she's responding like that like he's given her something precious. his hand trembles slightly as he reaches for her, steadying himself with the familiar touch. "i…" swallows hard. "yeah. every day. if that's what you want." the words feel clumsy on his tongue, but they're honest. he's done fighting this, pretending she hasn't wholly undone every wall he's ever built. his grasp on her body is much more tender now, caring instead of possessive. "i would if i could, my favorite fuckin' place to be," he assures, beginning to feel his cock go limp inside of her warmth. hues catch hers when she turns around, "i do get lonely in that office … but when i'm there, i actually have work to do, baby. can't have you waltzing around distracting me," with that abel begins to lull his hips backward and moving to lay down beside her instead. "won't ever get anything done if you come around the club often."

if ainsley wasn't currently wiping the pristine floor with her cheek she would have shot her man the most disbelieving of looks. "baby ... if you think that then you need to up your sinning game, don't you? been taking it a little too easy?" redhead retorts, a sweet little twist of her hips to follow her teasing words. she knew abel was no saint nor a slacker, he'd made a name for himself, proven himself worthy of sitting in that office and behind that desk. "i'll keep all of it on, daddy. i'm gonna be the best most devout nun you've ever fucked", giggles erupt breathlessly from her mouth, heart pounding as if she's running a marathon as opposed to being fucked on the floor of a church. body tightens as he pushes at her tightest hole, elongated groan escaping as she suddenly pictures him taking her puckered ass, that skimpy little costume flapping up against her back as he stretches her out. how long has she waited for abel to admit to how he felt? definitely far too long, but she's more than willing to overlook it now as the words spill from his mouth. shel melts against the ground, a blissful smile spreading across her lips as she stores those words into her memory. when they're fucking like this they're as honest and vulnerable as two people can be, there's no secrets anymore, no distance pushed between them and every single part of her alights at hearing his admission — knowing he's not the type of man to say such heavy things without meaning them. "fuck abel ... god, i need you to say that to me every day." his cum filling her up is the perfect way to punctuate his statement, body warming to dangerous levels as she continues to buck back against him, their highs mingling and co-existing in the sweetest of ways. as the couple still ainsley exhales shakily, chest heaving as he remains seated within her drippy cunt. "mm, yeah daddy. want it in me all the time, you know i'd keep it hard", sweating redhead laughs, finally able to look back at her man to give him a sultry and knowing look. she devours him with her eyes, that chiseled face and tense jaw, the harsh rise and fall of his chest — he's the epitome of a fallen angel. "but maybe we can reach an agreement? bet you get lonely in that office of yours, right?" fuck, she can't remember ever feeling so good after an orgasm, like she was floating, fingers skimming the clouds as she looks toward him with red rimmed hues and smeared makeup.