#and then he says this shit when i give them to him

[phiniusandjelly]

Vaguely inspired by that one post where Danny gets summoned by the JL and keeps throwing his shoes and stuff at them bc HE might not be able to leave the summoning circle but his clothes sure can!

I think the twist for that was that the circle doesnt effect him at all because hes a halfa and he was just goofing with the JL.

But imagine if the summoning and containment WORKED.

Like, he gets summoned and its startling, but once he realizes hes been summoned hes mostly annoyed.

Its a school night! He has work to do! Sure he wasnt DOING it, but it was still a possibility!

And hes trying to banter with the JL. Which for him just means being vaguely-obnoxious-but-somewhat-charming.

But then he tries to leave.

Maybe hes worried about his friends reaction to seeing him disappear.

Maybe the JL are saying some anti ghost/demon/whatever they think he is nonsense.

Maybe he changed his mind about doing that homework.

But either way, it doesnt work.

He drags his hand along the edge of the spell. It doesnt give, and he realizes hes not sure what this spell is supposed to do.

Its all along the floor beneth him, he cant fly through the floor.

He tries to get away from the walls and floor, worried whatever spell makes up the container can be triggered to hurt him or brainwash him or SOMETHING.

Its not his best guest, but he has never been summoned before, at least not with this type of barrier, and he doesnt know what to expect.

He barely gets a few feet off the ground when he hits the spells invisible roof.

And he is trapped.

And now this fourteen year old child is caged in a room with clearly dangerous adult strangers.

After hes been more or less kidnapped.

He’s suddenly regretting insulting them.

And its not his first time beimg kidnapped. Or his first time being in danger in general (obviously).

but its usually some ghost! Or Vlad “Loser, I hardly know her!” Masters!

Both of whom explain literally everything they plan in long ass evil monologues! It usually takes danny five minutes tops to learn their entire life story Dr Doofenshmirtz style!

He knows most of them personally! They hang out sometimes! Heck! even the local ghost hunters are either literally related to him or someone he’s dated!

He knows their powersets, their strengths, their weaknesses.

Most importantly, he knows their goals

But now hes trapped. In a room of clearly superpowerd strangers. With magical abilities strong enough to trap him for real.

And has no idea what they want

And Danny just freezes up

This could be super angsty if the JL were told that he was evil and think his panic + young features are only done to manipulate them.

You can also add angst with a language barrier/translation issue

I imagine the JL would be trying to get information about ghosts/ are trying to get someone to fight a villain they can’t defeat

Its going to scare the shit out of Danny either way- like imagine fourteen year old you gets kidnapped by strangers and they start asking you about your weaknesses or say they will only let you out if you agree to fight this monster.

And if Danny doesnt know this villain or how tf hes going to fight them he might feel like hes being sent off to get his ass kicked.

I can just imagine Danny being told he has to fight this supervillain and being like “…if i like..die…trying to fight this guy…what are you going to do with my body? Like will you send me home? Cause my family will freak if my corpse is teleported into the living room”

JL would not be happy about any of his responses.

Im begging someone to write this please have a nice day

[wlwloverwrites]

ten minutes

pairing: old man!logan howlett x prostitute!reader

warnings: sex work, oral sex (male receiving), cock and ball worship, smut 18+

he caught your eye the second he walked in. his gruff look in the brown jacket paired with his reading glasses pulled you in. so you walked up to him, placed a gentle hand on his back as you whispered a soft hello.

the sound of your voice had him raising an eyebrow at you, looking over his shoulder before he grunted out, “just walk away, you don’t want this.”

a part of you is thrown off by the immediate rejection, but you play it off.

“what? i can’t buy you a drink?” you smile before pointing to the glass on the counter, “looks like you finished that one.”

you sit on the stool next to him, studying him. watching him stack up the comic books in front of him. you eye the man in yellow on the front cover for a second before you stare up at the man. clueless as to who he is, you approach him once more signaling to the bartender to pour him another.

“hard day?” you tread carefully, bringing your drink to your lips while making eye contact with him.

“a shitty one.”

despite his answer you take his response as a good sign as he downs your offered drink.

“never seen you in here before, you just passing through?”

a dry chuckle fall past his lips, “you don’t give up, do you?”

“only want to make your day better,” you smile innocently.

it’s quiet for a few seconds, you can see him fighting internally. his eyes stare at yours before they fall to your lips.

“i don’t have that much time.”

knowing you’ve won, you smirk, “i only need ten minutes.”

so you stand and walk towards the bathroom knowing he’d follow. no one bats an eyes when they see the gruff man follow you to the restroom, nor do they care when you lock the door behind him.

before his back can hit the wall, you’re on your knees pocketing a few hundreds in your back pocket. expert fingers undo his belt, button, and zipper, as you stare up at him. a soft giggle falls past your lips when you hear him curse.

not caring that he’s only half-hard, you lick a wet stripe on the underside of his cock. maintaining eye contact, you spit on the tip of his leaking cock and smile at the feeling of his cock fattening up in your hold.

using your spit as lube, you work your fist up and down his cock, waiting for the perfect moment to get your mouth back on him.

staring up at him, you stick out your tongue and slap his now leaking cock on your drooling tongue.

“fuck, you’re filthy.”

instead of replying you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and suck. the taste of him is diluted from your spit, but you can still make out his manly taste. it's not the most pleasant, but you don't care.

not wasting a second, you start bobbing your head on his cock, taking every inch of his cock until the tip is hitting the back of your throat with a wet sound.

the feel has him tilting his head back and groaning. when you do it a second and third time, planning every breath meticulously, you feel his knees buckle.

the sound of his dick hitting the back of your throat, pairing with his groans fill the restroom. when his moan get particularly loud you pull away from his cock and gasp rather loudly, putting on a good show.

your mouth is replaced with your fist once more, however, you're quick to occupy your mouth. you dip your head between his leg, holding his glistening cock so it's pressed against his belly as you press your wet tongue onto his balls.

before you can let him say anything you try your best fit them in your mouth. mindful of your teeth, you hollow your cheeks as you successfully suck one of them in your mouth. they're full, so much to the point they cause a strain in your jaw.

if you thought his moans were loud before, boy were you wrong.

“fuckin’ shit.”

the wet noises that fill the room as your work the other one in your mouth are muffled by your own moans. the vibrations only enhance the man's experience as moans escape his lips.

"ya' do this with all the guys?"

he can't help but ask, a part of him jealous of anyone who's gotten you to fall on your knees, yet another part of him is prideful to have your mouth on him.

"just the goods ones," your voice sounds raspy.

yet again he's prideful.

"think i'm the worst of them all."

before you can respond, the man's hand pushes your head lower, a power play. he stands tall, despite his shaky knees, and urges you to mouth at his balls, one by one as your hand work his cock with the occasional twist of your wrist.

when your jaw finally gives up, your hand replaces your mouth and you carefully fondle his balls. spitting on his cock once more, your hand works even faster.

"wanna come for me?" you blink up at the man who found himself staring at the ceiling, trying to hold off his orgasm.

"almost there," he nods, staring down at you, his reading glasses threaten to fall.

he's handsome.

even more so when he comes.

his groans fill the restroom, as he spills onto your tongue. spurts of come fall onto your cheek, drip down your chin, and land mostly onto your tongue. the hand fondling his balls falls, but the one working on his cock never stops.

determined to get every drop, you slap his cock on your tongue a couple more times before you take him in your mouth for the last time.

"f-fuck. wait-"

you take him until the tip of his spent out cock kisses the back of your throat. his hips twitch from the overstimulation and finally you pull off, making sure to lick up any come or spit.

"you're good at that," he almost breathes out with droopy eyes, he almost misses the way you swallow down his come with a smile.

he blinks away his sudden loss in energy to watch you lick your lips clean.

before he can even think his hand falls to your face, with a clean thumb, he swipe the come on your cheek, and the drips on your chin before bringing it to your mouth. on autopilot you let his thumb push past your lips as you suck it clean.

“so is your day better?” you ask smugly, standing up and dusting off your jeans.

“yeah, is it.”

you smile and walk to the door, unlocking it. with a smirk you look over your shoulder, “told you i only needed ten minutes.”

and with that you walk out of the restroom, sending him a wink. without any shame, the older man’s eyes fall to your ass watching you go.

his eyes catch a few extra hundred bills in your right pocket, pats his down, only to find them empty.

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[bunny-jpeg]

the customer is always right

simon 'ghost' riley

tags: smut/pwp, plug!reader, biker!simon, rough sex, semi-public sex, rough wall sex, mean!simon, mentions & use of recreational drugs, dub-con (!!!), breeding kink, dark themes

a/n: wow that was something!

simon knew when the trust his gut. it was what kept him alive for so long. good things didn't come to those who tried to over-think things and just like emotion take over. problem was, sometimes the gut wasn't right and simon may go a little overboard.

moments like that were also what had kept him alive for this long. but maybe he was overacting when he got in your face, little plastic baggie in his hand (damn thing had hearts printed on it for christ sake). he may have been a touch too mean.

"ya fuckin' bitch." he snapped, "tryin' to over-charge me. is that what they teach ya nowadays?"

"what the fuck are you talking about?" you snapped back, "you asked and you received. all of them are there. the weed, the xanax, it's all there." you pointed to the baggie, "and if you don't like it then take a hike." and turned away, but you didn't get far before simon grabbed you by the shoulder and hit you up against the wall.

"nah, nah. not very good customer service are ya. jeez, i remember i at least had the decency to please and thank you when i sold." he towered over you, much stronger than you could ever. your forehead hit against the brick wall and you felt tears in your eyes.

"simon... c'mon." you said, "i'm not fucking around here." and yelped when you felt his hands go up your skirt. his large, rough hand grasped your ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

"c'mon, what? that you're a cheat and a liar. thinkin' that you can pout that fat bottom lip and no one would be counting what you shaved off? i hope you know there are worse men out there than me. fuck with them and you'll be found in pieces." he pressed into you, his hard on in his jeans rubbed against you behind.

"please, simon." you said.

"shh, shh. i'm tryin' to right a wrong here. the customer is always right, right? ya only give the best to those who are payin' and since you tried to scam me out. only fair that i get a little return on what i paid for. and if it isn't drugs, well, i'll have to find somethin' else." he pulled your panties down and kept you against the wall by the back of your neck.

he got his cock out of his jeans and rubbed his cock up against your ass. he exhaled deeply, "love the smell of good pussy before i light up for the evenin'." he chuckled, "ah, that's is. mmm, should be selling this. but, actually, maybe i should keep it to myself. yeah?"

you didn't know what yo say. you had to keep quiet. you were currently in the alleyway between the biker bar that simon owned and a convenience store that got a fair bit of foot traffic.

"yeah, keep ya on my arm at the bar. better yet, get ya off this dealer shit and back into the kitchen. measure flour and sugar rather than weed and cocaine." he groaned as he kept his cock throb as he held it against you behind. slow up and down movements against you. he still kept you pinned.

"simon."

"ah, ya want it, doll." he chuckled, "ya want me. i can smell it on ya." he sniffed for dramatic effect as he rubbed up against you further, "mmm. ya like that." his voice was dangerous as he sank into your cunt.

easy fit, maybe a little bruising. but, simon would kiss it all better with the tip of his cock. maybe rub some of his cum against the bruises for good measure. you moaned against the wall and your short nails dragged across the brick wall.

he moved against you quickly. his pace was bruising and it made you pant heavily against the wall. he slapped your ass and then struck his fingers in your mouth when he felt you got too loud.

"keep ya home, keep ya with the brats. better than this. i can handle it all, you just stay home." he moved against you, "mama don't gotta think, she just gotta handle the home, right?" he felt your cunt squeeze around his cock and he chuckled to himself as he moved against you faster.

you moaned around his fingers and he only pushed into you further. you choked out a noise as he held you jaw, still keeping you quiet. his cock hit against all the right spots and it made you have spots in your vision. the feeling was so strong that it made you unable to fully process what was going on. how it felt to be fucked this way, with a man so much larger and so much more terrifying.

"that's it. won't sell ya for a quick buck. only i'll keep this greedy pussy filled right?" his pace continued and you were on another planet. rationality died in your head and replaced with the wet feeling between your legs.

being manhandled like this, subjected to his brutal paces. there was little affection, but simon would make it up to you. it's not going to all take in one night. he'd need to work his achy cock into you a few more times. he felt the heat in his body as he fucked you.

you moaned around his fingers and let him use you as he pleased. your legs were shaky but he kept you upright. you moaned around his digits.

"that's it beautiful. wow, this is the customer service i like to see." he purred into your ear as he continued to rut against you. he knew you weren't paying attention to a damn thing he was saying. but, still you felt good. nice cunt for him to fuck.

"simon." you tried to say around his fingers. but he kept fucking you like a man on a mission. your eyes rolled back when you felt the climax hit you like a train. your cunt clamped down on his cock and you finished around him.

you slumped further against the grimy brick wall and you cursed when he took his fingers out of your mouth. he slapped your ass and looked out of the alley as he fucked you with a heavier pace. his hips slammed against your ass.

"fuck, baby. look at ya." he groaned as his pace kept up. he moved against you, fucked you up against he wall like he owned you. he kept his pace steady as he felt the climax in his gut. he kept fucking you eagerly and felt the throb in his core.

a few more heavy thrusts and he shoved he took his cock out to the tip, but still came inside of you. like spurts of cum hit against the deepest parts of you. he gripped your ass and said, "did ya a favour and pulled you a little. still got my boys in ya though." his accent heavy due to the lust, "keep 'em safe will ya."

you were barely focused on the roughness of the brick under your cheek.

he pulled out and got his sticky cock into his jeans. he zipped them up and you nervously got your panties back over your ass. globs on his cum stained the front of your panties.

you were on shaky legs as he took you by the arm. you looked up at him and felt meek. you felt conflicted, your core still shivering. your bottom lip wobbled as he rubbed your eyes.

"ah, i'm here, doll." he said softly, "why don't we get in your car and remeasure everythin'. seems like baby girl doesn't know how to do her measurments." he patted your behind and gave a smile under his mask.

you had no words, you just got fucked in an alley way and your mind was still a tangled knot of yarn. you leaned on him further for support.

"don't worry, i'm here now. and we'll get them just right." he yanked you a little harder then you hopes as he said, "no time to waste beautiful. you better not have messed up too many of the measurements, or else we'll have to right those wrongs all over again. because why, doll?"

you whimpered, "the customer's always right?"

"yes he is."

[kissyrafe]

pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader meeting rafe for the first time

cw: nothing. also like this is a scrap but enjoy

north carolina's heat certainly killed you.

your hand swatted back and forth to cool you down as you heard a 'ding' echo through the fish shop's humid air. looking up from your phone, you see two tall guys walking in. "man i'm tellin' ya, that shit was— shit was huge," one of them exclaimed, stretching his arms out to demonstrate the sheer size of whatever he was talking about. you stood up properly, straightening your back as you turned your head to greet the customers. "welcome. if you need help with anything, lemme know." your lips turned into a shy smile, looking at both of them. the guy that had talked before smirked and spoke. "thanks sweetheart, 'think we got this." he gave you a small wink before secretly nudging his arm to his friend as they both looked at you.

you gave them a slightly confused but kind look when they breezed past you, strong cologne filling your nostrils as it masked the shop's aquatic smell. you tapped your nails against the glass of the counter, watching while they walked around each aisle. you could still hear their voices, but couldn't quite understand what they were talking about.

your phone was still open to your friend's text as she invited you to hang out after your shift. your fingers began typing a response, your eyes quickly darting up to see where those two guys were only for one of them to be right in front of you. startled, you let out a small gasp and almost let your phone slip from your hands.

he cleared his throat. "sorry, did i uh, did i scare you?" it wasn't the one that was talking to you before, it was his friend. maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was the embarrassment, but your cheeks were brushed with light pink as you tried to speak. "no, nothing like that—sorry." you looked down at the counter to see a small pack of lures and a black lighter. you first grabbed the lure, scanning it as the price popped up on the register's screen, $3.50. then, you typed in the lighter's price, knowing it well as you've worked here since you were a little kid, $7.03.

"$7.03," you look up at the guy again. his features are so sharp and charismatic, even when he has a straight face. you could see the small beads of sweat on the tips of his buzzed hair. he reaches for his wallet, and your eyes follow his sinewy arms. pulling out a ten, his arm extends before he stops abruptly. "how 'bout some bait, what's that gon' cost me?" he looks down to the containers of bait next to you.

you bite your lip, trying to hold back a smile. "on the house." you say, sliding the styrofoam container towards him. he seems to have taken the hint as he gives you a smile that shows his teeth. his eyes narrow, piercing through you.

you grab the bill from him, your fingers feeling a small piece of paper underneath too.

you hear the guy grab his items, not even waiting for you to bag them up. "y'know what, keep the change." his smooth voice runs through your ears when you look at him again. "yo top, let's go." his volume raises as he calls out for his friend, still staring right at you before breaking away from his gaze and walking out with his friend.

you were once again confused by this whole interaction. looking down at the bill, you look down at what was underneath it.

it was his number.

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Mina did not feel better when she woke. Instead what she felt was exhaustion followed by different waves of resentment and then nothing. She didn't go out of her way to comfort Daniel like she normally did. She didn't really talk to him at all other than let thim cuddle up to her or making small talk.

She was grateful the last leg of the cruise when Lestat came on board. She handed him the key to her room, took his from him and went back to the bar to drink.

Louis was there, "hi." Jesus Christ.

"Get Armand here and it's a vampire jamboree," she muttered.

He gave her an amused look and put his card down, 'Get the lady what she wants."

"I don't need your charity."

"It's not charity," he said, "I'm worried about you."

Mina nearly bit his head off but she was too tired, and really he had always been far more pleasant to her than she'd been to him. She just could never forgive him for all those men he'd killed in San Francisco.

"Get me whiskey," she said.

He watched her, "You're angry."

"I'm always angry."

"This is different."

She wanted to change the subject, "Daniel and Lestat are in the cabin, I can give you the number if you want."

"I'm not here for Daniel, I'm here for you."

"Oh, a double team is it?" she asked. Lestat gets one, Louis looks after the other.

He seemed amused, "Something like that."

"You two are nowhere near ready enough to be marriage councilors."

He broke into a grin and then laughed, "That is true, but when Daniel's in his spiral, you tend to get ignored. Sometimes thats your own doing, other times it isn't. We've been doing this dance for years now and yet you're the one holding off on being as close as you could be to the rest of us."

Mina was quiet, looked away a bit. What the hell, it was Louis. It wasn't like she was talking to someone outside their family. And it CERTAINLY wasn't like he was looking for anything intimate with her in exchange for talking, "My pain becomes his pain and I have to stifle it because it's suddenly his pain. I had a breakdown working through these memoirs I'm writing just for me and I had to comfort HIM because I was worried what HE would do. I tell him I need to get away, I need him with me. He's suddenly worried about Lestat. Perhaps i'm not a person to him, perhaps I'm just an addiction he has enough of so he focuses on the drug he doesn't have in front of him.'

"You know that's not true, You know he loves you."

Mina knew he was right. She knew Daniel was a complicated person. Very flawed, but she couldn't help but be angry and hurt by his behavior, "HE will give me the big wet eyes, say he's a piece of shit. And then where does my anger go then? It just sits there. I cannot talk to him like I want."

"Then talk to me," Louis said.

MIna hesitated....just for a moment...and then she just pushed herself through and talked to him. Working out her feelings in the past, how she felt about processing them now and the conflicting confusing feelings she had in the present as she dealt with everything around her.

“So, you want to interview vampires, so you?”

[jinwoosbabyboo]

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 🍎

My personal headcanons for Boyfriend!Caleb after what I've seen and read about his character so far. A/N: All my ride or die Caleb girlies if you disagree with anything on this list im not going to argue with you please don't take my word as law. I love y'all dont fight me 💋 feel free to add more in the replies ‼️MDNI‼️ + cw: quick mention of cnc & primal play

[SFW]

wants to be in your skin wrapped around your nervous system and nestled in the wrinkles of your brain ; if this man could glue you to him he would

remembers everything that happened to him and mc when they were lab rats as kids which is probably where his mental health started rapidly declining

Cuddles ! ; he’ll also cuddle you while youre asleep constantly ; doesn’t matter if you’re in his bed, the guest bed or your bed he’ll climb right in and snuggle up

leaves you bowls/plates of fresh fruit and a glass of water on your nightstand

doing backflips if you tell him he can wash your hair for you ; the longer it takes the better

monitors your social media and online presence “You shouldn't post that no one needs to see you naked” “Im wearing a bikini Caleb” “Basically naked”

big on taking photos he wants as many photos together as possible

movie nights and date nights are his shit he’ll alway be down for that ; if you two have a show you watch together he is genuinely hurt if you watch an episode without him

holds your hand even when you don’t want him to ; would quite literally use his evol to hold your hand in place

if you’re sick he's at your bedside 24/7 with medication and home cooked remedies ; will spoon feed you if you let him

uses his body as a wall in large crowds to keep people from bumping into you

will beat the brakes off of anyone who dares to even look at you sideways and when you ask him what he did he’ll lie and smile in your face

PINKY PROMISES ARE LAW

will take you everywhere with him and will also follow you anywhere ; he’d stand guard outside of the bathroom stall if he could

although he does have some bolts rattling around (because they’re not loose they’re fully free) he will pamper the hell out of you ; he’s running you a bath, rubbing your feet and cooking dinner so you have a relaxed night and warm meal

when you do help him cook he’ll stand behind you and cover your hand with his while he guides your hand with the knife

will hold anything you hand him while he’s on the phone

has an entire closet of all the gifts you’ve ever given him

the type to close the door and immediately lock it if you’re in a room alone with him

hates to argue with you ; he’ll do it, but he regrets it afterwards apologizes profusely later with your favorites foods, sweets, treats and things

has to get a kiss before he leaves ; he’s not leaving without it

the type to wrap your arms around his neck when he goes in for a kiss

loves caging you between his arms and his body at any given chance

has to be touching you in some kind of way

the type to tuck you in every night

loves to give you massages because he loves touching you

[NSFW]

needs you to use your words “tell me how you want it” “don’t cover your mouth” “tell me you missed me” “how much?” “right there or right here? Tell me” “open your mouth” “how much do you love me?” “are you all mine? say it”

records your moans so he can listen to them later

pretty panty lover ; buys you lots of them ; loves to have you model them and you’re getting dicked down if you’re walking around the house in them

takes you anyway he can ; favorite position? ALL OF EM mans brain turns to mush just having his hand on you ; a dom that will punish you, but gives stellar aftercare

loves to tease you by getting you wet and just rubbing his tip over the fabric ; slides the panties to the side instead of taking them off because he loves to see them on you

a vocal moaner and a yapper when he nuts ; nuts inside every time makes him feel like he’s claiming you

Intentionally fails no nut November and says “we’ll try again tomorrow” turns you every way but loose for the entire month

massages your thighs and coochie so he can watch his cum drip out of you

a slurper and moaner when he eats it ; eats the pussy and the ass

puts the colonel hat on you

100% into cnc & somnophilia I will not argue with anyone about this ; not a fan of dacryphilia he hates to see you cry

you have to have a safe word because he gets pussydrunk extremely easily

panty stealer ; keeps a pair in his pocket when he goes to work ; clean or dirty doesn’t matter to him

into primal play would chase you through the woods in the Rina Kent - God of War mask and rearrange your guts right there with pleasure

would get jealous of your vibrator/dildo

[esote-rika]

lose some, win some | Spencer Reid Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Waldorf!Reader Category: Hurt/Comfort, Smut 18+, MDNI Summary: COLLEGE AU! When your debate team loses the national championship, you and Spencer return to your shared room and find a productive way to take out your frustrations. Content: Waldorf!Reader is a sore loser, lots of dialogue in the beginning, Sassy!Spencer, some talk of misogyny, Spencer makes up for it by being a munch (so f receiving oral), virgin!Spencer but he’s also a little shit, they are both little shits but it’s cute I swear, handjob, raw p in v but reader mentions she is on the pill, creampies, multiple orgasms for both of them (they’re frustrated and horny give them a break) Word count: 4.8k (it's porn with a plot for once) A/N: Not really frenemies or rivals, they’re just really angry young adults. Idk what Spencer’s actual age was in college, but he studied several times so for this fic, he’s on his third degree and is 21. If the debate stuff is incorrect, I'm sorry. I did do some research but there's so many different rules and styles lmfao. My friend who competes says it’s fine and understandable so :) also massive thanks to @just-call-me-by-yn @mggslover and @notlongtolove for helping me brainstorm and @wheresmacoffee because she was there JK  ILY ANDY their banter during the filthy part is for you <3.

Spencer Reid doesn’t particularly care about the prestige that comes with winning. Most people crave it for the validation, or because it’s another impressive thing they can slap onto their resumes, but being a genius his entire life allows him not to worry about that. His academics speak for themselves. He doesn’t need to pad it with extracurriculars. Instead, he enjoys the skills that are honed from debate—learning to listen to arguments, finding the perfect way to rebut, memorization and reviewing with like minded individuals. The university team is a well oiled machine composed of four people— him on his third degree, two other male juniors, and you, the only woman.

Over the span of two semesters, he’s memorized the quirks of his teammates. It’s essential to building rapport, after all, and he’s eager to get something good out of this. Something less academic, and more social. Friends, perhaps. While he’s formed a bond with the other members, you have always been an enigma. Stoic and ambitious, you remind him of a statue. Cold and oh so beautiful. You’ve often kept to yourself. And after several rejected attempts at friendship, he’s learned to just observe from afar.

He knows from experience that observing allows you deep insight into people, and so he knows after two semesters that you’re perhaps the most competitive out of the entire team, the most hungry for a win. This drive, he suspects, comes from a deeply rooted desire to prove yourself, though he’s unsure why. What else do you have to prove? You have everything, as far as he’s concerned. Keenly intelligent, beautiful, with a circle of friends that adore you. You aren’t like him, who has to sink his claws deep into this debate team in order to get a dose of social interaction. No, you have a life, no matter how marblesque you may seem.

And yet, somehow it’s still not enough for you.

He thinks it’s utterly ridiculous, and absolutely fascinating.

The weekend of nationals is taxing. You’ve been fighting for the opener role since the semis, but it would require too much adjustment, which no one is willing to risk so close to nationals. Not only does he not want to give up his spot, he also knows how ruthless you can be as a rebuttal speaker. He's meek, and you have a tendency to be aggressive, it's why the original roles go so well. 

Your adviser agreed, and there’s been tension ever since. 

To make matters worse, hotel arrangements somehow have placed both of you in the same room. The force of your resentment is palpable even to a normally clueless guy like him. Distracting. Pages being turned in your exaggerated annoyance. He’d complain of dramatics, but he doesn’t want to start anything. 

The fact that you’re rooming together also doesn’t help him. Sure, there are different beds, small twin mattresses on either side of the room, but still. Proximity to a woman his age has him anxious for reasons entirely unrelated to nationals. 

So when you lose the championship, his concern for your reaction behind doors overwhelms the regret of losing. 

No one is happy with the results. It is obvious from the set of his jaw, the tenseness of your shoulders. Spencer tries to calm down, accept defeat with a modicum of grace, at least in front of other people. He can tell the rest of the team is trying too, but quite unconvincingly. Onstage, accepting the medals for second place—mockingly silver, and no trophies—the team’s smiles are forced, plastic. 

Back to the hotel rooms are a different story. When you slam the hotel door shut, it echoes down the hall and makes even your debate adviser flinch. It would have made Spencer flinch too, if he hadn't already expected it. He's grown accustomed to how bad of a loser you can be. Like a tornado, your anger spares no one from its destruction. It is in these moments that your stoic resolve crumbles, no longer unfeeling, but rather fully human. Hurtful. Ruthless Unfortunately for him, he's directly in your line of fire.

He catches bits and pieces of your muttered diatribes. He’s used to those too. Normally, he would have ignored them. Losing sucks the energy out of a person, regardless of how uncompetitive he is. Besides, your ranting is mostly harmless, until one sentence snags his attention.

“— knew I should have been the opening speaker —”

He is clawing at his tie, trying desperately to get it off, but the words make him stop immediately. He whirls around, brows furrowed, “What?”

You pause as well, “What?”

“What did you say about being the opening speaker?” He watches you roll your eyes. It does nothing to calm the bitterness in the back of his throat. The normal song and dance goes like this: he’d say a string of words in an attempt to soothe the fire burning in your nerves, and you'd say something so vitriolic he'd refuse to speak to you for the rest of your time together. 

But today, having just lost the biggest championship after working so hard, he's a short fuse and your words are incendiary.

“I said I should have done it, like I asked—”

“Ah, as usual, you're mad that you didn't get what you wanted.” 

An offended scoff. He's almost proud he managed to pull that out of you. “You take too long—”

“Nationals isn't the time to suddenly alter the roles,” he tells you, shaking his head. He manages to loosen the tie, finally, tossing it on his bed with so much aggression it misses the mattress and lands limply on the floor, “I've always been the opening speaker.”

“Yes, and one would think that after going through so many debate competitions,  you would learn to be more succinct,” you snap, shoes making harsh clacks against the tiled floor, “The goal isn't to let us know you're the smartest person in the room, Spencer, it's to set up the tone and groundwork of—”

“I don't need you to lecture me about being the opening,” he interrupts, “I know what my role requires of me.”

“Do you?” Eyes flashing, you walk to him until you're almost chest to chest, “Because we still lost.”

“And you blaming me?” he hisses, leaning down. He hates doing this, stooping to your level of pettiness. Normally, he would choose to be the bigger person, refusing your verbal sparring; he likes to focus his energy on the actual debate, the opposing team, not his own teammates. But your words cut deeper than normal; it isn't the fault the team lost, that's just a flat out lie, “We advised you multiple times to memorize the statistics—”

“Something you're better at!” You look physically pained to admit his superiority, but the words spill anyway, “You'd be so much better to do the rebuttals since you have your stupid photographic memory, and I can set the tone better, but nobody on this little boys club ever listens to me!”

He's surprised at the choked tone your voice has taken. In his mind, you're a complete equal—you made it to the team through hard work and impeccable skills, like the rest of them did, after all. It didn't matter that you are a woman to him, so of course his instinct is to deny. “That’s not true.” but even his voice sounds weak. 

How would he know if it’s not true? He’s never been in your shoes before, never had to reckon with what comes with being the only woman in a team of men.

“Isn’t it?” he flinches at the venom in your voice, “You all act like I'm an afterthought—I get the shittiest positions even when I know I can be more effective in a different one, no one ever asks me for strategy, hell, you never invite me to your stupid chess games.”

His mouth opens and closes foolishly, latching on to the one thing he has a full response to, “I thought you hate chess.”

A sharp laugh, petulant and bitter, “I do, but it would have been nice to be included.”

He doesn’t know what to say. You’ve turned around, yanking off your pristine maroon blazer so roughly he’s afraid it might rip. The silence that grows makes him itch, hands balling into fists as he tries to think of what to do. Social dynamics have always been a thing of mystery to him. 

He wonders if he is part of this problem. He’s no stranger to feeling different and on the outs, and it pains him to think that he inadvertently caused someone else to feel that same, unpleasant exclusion.

But, no. Quickly, he recalls every single time he’s tried to include you—a museum trip that you’d declined because you had a party you wanted to attend. His extra tickets to the Nutcracker.

“That’s not true,” his voice is firm now, following you until he’s standing right behind. Lavender hits his nose and his brain registers the scent of your shampoo. Definitely too close if he can smell that, but he refuses to back away, intent on getting his point across, “That’s not true, I’ve tried to— you were always too busy.”

“What, I’m a liar now?” you spin around, pretty features twisted to somehow express both anger and hurt. He almost falters. Almost. 

But he’s too worked up, even though he knows he should back off, to not trivialize your experiences in order to defend himself. He should know better than this, but the sting of your accusation spurs him on. So he pushes, eyes narrowing, “Last year, September 14, 21, and 29, I invited you to come with us for several casual chess tournaments, you declined all invitations because you claimed you hated chess. October 29th, I told you about the new exhibit they were displaying—”

“It was Halloween weekend, I already had plans—”

“December 19th, I offered you Nutcracker tickets and you said you’d already seen it—”

“I have,” your voice has grown quiet now, and if he stops speaking for a single moment to look, your features have relaxed into something gentler. But he’s on a roll, and you have always been right about things; his inability to be succinct is one of them.

“Even this year, I invited you to study multiple times, but you’ve always had prior plans,” the words are spoken with neutrality. He isn’t even angry anymore, just eager to list everything down and let you know how hard he’s tried with you. Even after the numerous rejections, he’s made an effort, but of course, you have other friends, other plans outside your nerdy debate team. He’s never held that against you, but if you wanted to point fingers, he has the means to defend himself. And sure, he wants to prove you wrong on some level too, but that’s the lesser point. “Maybe if you stopped acting like you’re better than me, and just accepted, you wouldn’t be feeling so excluded.”

“I don’t act like I’m better than you.”

“You just said you would have made a better opening speaker.”

You scoff, “Oh my god, you’re infuriating, I can’t believe I’m stuck with you!”

Spencer bristles at that, “I’m giving you the facts, it’s not my fault you can’t handle them.” he says, leaning closer, trying to make her see his point, “You’re always so closed off and the other guys have just given up trying. Maybe if you—”

“What? If I smiled more? Acted less like a bitch?” you sneer, eyes narrowed dangerously, “I thought a genius like you would know better than to use misogynistic language like that.”

“Wha— no! Don’t put words in my mouth.” Spencer replies, shaking his head. The conversation is devolving into something dangerous, the air crackling with something electric. He assumes it’s anger. They will never get anywhere, so he sighs, softening slightly, “I never said that. I’m just pointing out that you weren’t blameless in this, you know?”

You’re silent. He watches you, takes in how the resentment in your eyes have been dulled by something more contemplative.

He continues, “Listen, I’m sorry if we’ve made you feel like you were on the outs. I’m sure we have to do so much reflection as a team and as individuals about how we treat each other, but it’s unfair to say that we never include you when I have actively been making efforts to—”

Your lips are upon him. 

That’s inaccurate. 

You are upon him, arms flung around his neck, body pressed flush against his. He feels the entire world tilt, and he’s unsure if it’s because you’re pulling him down or because your lips are so pillowy he’s instantly eager for more. Wants it like a man starved. Needs it, needs more, but his body betrays him. Whether it’s his inexperience or surprise or a combination of both. He freezes, blinking rapidly at the sight of you. Eyes shut, and face so close to him; so, so close he can count each individual eyelash, see the tiny freckle on your eyelid that gets hidden if your eyes are open.

And then you're gone. The freckle disappears as you look at him with wide eyed mortification. 

“Shit, Spencer, I—”

It’s his lips that cut you off this time, seeking out the velvety warmth of your mouth. Your lips part under his, and he registers a sound, soft and whining. It takes him a moment to realize it came from him, from the back of his throat and muffled by your lips and tongue and oh you’re both falling.

Literally. He must have leaned too far into you; you’re suddenly collapsing, forcing him down because your arms have him in a vice grip and he’s too busy chasing after your lips. The next thing he knows is he’s on top of you and you’re sprawled on the bed beneath him. Time stands still; he’s painfully aware of how cliche that is, but every sense of eloquence seems to have been expelled from his brain as he takes you in; lips swollen and wet from his kisses, pupils blown wide. Every breath you take pushes your chest up against his, and he can feel your heart thrumming against his body. 

“Well, that was one way of shutting you up,” you chuckle with a cockiness that makes his heart speed up, though it isn’t borne out of embarrassment. Every single physiological effect of your body is evidence that you’re enjoying this, telling him you’re just as worked up as he is. The breathiness in your voice, the quickness of your heartbeat. 

The fact that you’re pulling him down again, legs hooking around his hips. He surrenders to it, lips meeting yours once again, deeper and more desperate this time.

He closes his eyes, relishing this, kissing you, touching you, an act he had believed is reserved for attractive jocks and charismatic art nerds. Not him, quiet and lanky, shifting to avoid his angular bones from digging into you, and to place himself more comfortably on the bed. Inexperienced, ungainly, and yet here he is, his tongue pushing into your mouth in his first forays into something that his peers have experienced years ago.

Spencer Reid isn’t used to being the one behind, doing the catching up. Child prodigy, genius, the words aren’t meaningless. He’s been ahead academically—which, up until this point, has been his whole life. But feeling warm lips beneath his own has him reconsidering some of his life choices. 

The kiss is messy. Sloppy from his clumsy attempts to keep up with your eagerness. You’re tugging at something, and he realizes it’s to untuck the rest of the crisp shirt you’ve donned for the debate tournament out from your skirt. His hands settle on your waist, finding smooth, heated skin from where your shirt has ridden up. Careful fingers help push it up, burying under the fabric until his palms are mapping out the slopes of your body. 

Soft. So damn soft. 

Not cold marble after all. He theorizes you must be soft everywhere, and he decides to test it out with his lips, laving kisses along your jaw, down the sweet, musky skin of your neck where your perfume still lingers. Instincts take over and he allows himself a taste, tongue darting out. You shudder, so he does it again, greedy for your pretty moans and gasps. 

He can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips, “Thought you were mad at me?” he mumbles, trailing his kisses down the column of your throat. 

You’re all mhms and ohhhs right now, so far from the usual image you present to the world, a preppy, manicured woman who wrestles for control over everything. You must hate this, he thinks, being beneath him physically, caged within his arms which are deceptively strong for how fragile he looks. 

“Shut up,” you grumble.

“Make me.” His grin is dopey when he lifts his head to meet her gaze.

Something brushes against his crotch, and now he’s the one gasping, jerking in surprise at the friction. You’ve slotted your thigh between his, and his traitorous body responds by grinding down on it shamelessly. The look on your face is smug, triumphant.

“Huh,” saccharine and mocking, you blink up at him innocently, “That was easier than I thought.”

His head drops to your neck again, but he isn’t kissing you anymore. Just open mouthed breathing as he rubs himself on your thigh, hands tightening on your sides, “Mhm.”

“Are you gonna come? Spencer, I haven’t even touched you yet.”

He sinks his teeth into your flesh to fight the needy whines because yes, he’s so embarrassingly close and you’re both still fully dressed. He hears a hiss, and he backs off immediately, murmuring apologies, “Didn’t mean to—”

“‘S okay,” you tilt your head back, give him more access to your neck, “Just don’t leave marks.”

Permission to bite. He gulps, heart beating wildly, before ducking back down. Chapped lips run over your neck, finding a soft spot to bite, forcing himself to soften the way his teeth sink into your skin. All the while rubbing himself on your thigh because it’s probably the closest thing to heaven a man such as him will ever experience. 

He hears your laughter, your mocking cooes of, “You’re so fucking needy” but he can’t bring himself to care.

You’re correct, he decides, as you usually are. He’s needy, desperately so, eagerly chasing the delicious pleasure of dry humping your thigh. 

“Hold on, Spencer.”

You push him back gently. A whine rips from his throat, “Mhm—why?”

He gets his answer soon enough. Your hands undo his belt and he swears this sets his whole body on fire. Nobody’s ever seen him like this. Never has another person touched him so intimately, seen him so out of control, so brainless. He’s babbling incoherently as your hand strokes up and down his length, his hips rutting into your hand. It’s out of sync. Two dancers on entirely different rhythms.

Your laughter rings in his ears, one hand tangled in his hair as the other does unspeakable, tantalizing things to his aching cock. 

“Mhm, can’t— I’m gonna—” and he’s spilling into your hand, hot, viscous liquid overflowing from your hand and staining your skirt, “Ah, shit.”

He collapses against you, head on the crook of your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. “‘M sorry, I’ll– I’ll pay for your dry cleaning.”

Your chest shakes as you laugh, “Would you? I think you owe me more than that.” The heat in your voice makes his breath catch in his throat.

Soft kisses press upon your neck as he gathers his thoughts, willing his brain to work again. Anatomy, female anatomy. Female pleasure. What does he know about this? A lot, surprisingly, though mostly from books. Mostly in theory, but that’s a start. He can put them to practice right now. His hands drag down your sides until they catch the waistband of your skirt. “May I?”

“Okay.”

He pulls gently, exposing the rest of your thighs and legs. Honey brown eyes devour the expanse of your skin, hands clutching at the softness. He marvels at the way your flesh accepts his own, bright red splotches imprinted from his fingertips.   

He thinks of poetry, the uncountable amount of words and phrases written to immortalize women and love and sex, and he finds himself wishing he has the skill to compose something as beautiful, something worthy of you right now, radiant and half naked and somehow all his. 

But he is no poet, so he touches his lips upon your body instead. Pretty words will escape him, but his lips can speak even without them, he’ll make sure of it. He kisses down your abdomen, making sure to pay attention to every hidden freckle and birthmark he comes across. Your reactions make him feel drunk, to the point of affecting him physically. Messier kisses. Hands tugging and nearly ripping the lace of your panties because he’s unaware of his own strength. 

“So pretty,” he mumbles, “So pretty.” It’s all he can repeat, but then his tongue lands on your slick heat and suddenly words are forgotten in favor of vague groaning. Because how can he accurately describe the sensation of this? Tasting you. God how has he gone so long without this? Your nails scraping his scalp, his fingers sinking into your thighs as he keeps you still. He’s halfway off the bed, legs dangling off the edge, your thighs squeezing his face. 

There’s nowhere else he would rather be. 

He laps at your folds like a mad man, tongue pressed flat and dragging up slowly to get as much of you in his mouth as possible. His feet find the floor, allowing himself more stability to once again rub his growing erection against a solid object. The poor mattress is going to be ruined once they’re done.

“Faster,” you gasp, jerking your hips into his face, “Spencer— oh, yeah like that!”

Spencer Reid is a quick study, and when he hears the positive reactions, he doubles down until he feels you convulse against his tongue. You jerk so violently he has to hold you down. He pushes his tongue past your entrance experimentally, and feels you tug roughly on his hair in response, gasping his name and God’s name in slurred phrases as you ride out your high.

It’s the hottest damn thing he’s ever experienced.

 “Jesus Christ,” you gasp, and he has to repeat that ridiculous sentence again, because it’s true and he feels you deserve it.

“You’re so pretty.” He fears you might be some kind of magnet, because his lips keep getting drawn back to your skin. He lets his kisses travel up your hip bone, before grinning up at you, “Even when you’re being insufferable, you’re still so beautiful.”

“Gee thanks,” you huff, pulling at his arm, “How romantic, I’m swooning.”

“Might not be swooning, but you did just come on my face.” brilliant rows of teeth flash at you as he smiles smugly.

“Asshole.”

“Is that how you say thank you?” he drags his body up lazily, draping himself over you.

“I’m not— wait, are you hard again?”

“Uh…”

“Needy, needy boy.” you pull him down to you, and he almost protests, his chin and mouth still covered with your slick. But you don’t seem to care, so he follows your lead, God at this point he would follow you anywhere at all. You’re shifting beneath him, and the next thing he knows is your legs are wrapped around his waist again, your heat completely exposed and pressing against his cock.

“Mhm,” he pulls back, eyes wide, “I—”

“What?” you whisper, lifting your head to continue giving him kisses, teeth playfully nipping at his jaw, “It’s fine, I’m on birth control.”

“It’s not that,” he can’t deny you, his body relaxing back down over you. His lips catch yours for a moment, slow and achingly tender, “I’ve just never really done this before.”

He waits for the inevitable laughter. Here he is, at 21, and somehow still the same person he had been when he first entered college at 14. But you continue to look at him with heavy lids, breathless and flushed. 

“Okay,” your voice is kind, sweet, “Take it slow then.” your hand wraps around his length again, the movement slower this time, as you align him to your entrance. He hisses as the sensitive tip grazes against your folds, as he feels your entrance slowly give way to him and envelop his cock. 

“Oh,” he sighs. With your help, he sinks halfway into you, one hand gripping your hip, the other bracing himself on his elbow. Eyes squeezed shut, he stills and manages to ask, “Are you okay?”

You don’t speak, and so he forces his eyes to focus and look at you. The sight has him twitching inside you. Mouth agape and eyes hazy, you’re nodding up at him wordlessly as your hips rock up into his. “More.”

It’s exhilarating. He’s known you for the past year, worked alongside you but respected your need for distance. And now, here you are, not merely close, but one. Spencer sighs, and thrusts shallowly, eyes zeroed in on you and your reactions. He doesn’t want to hurt you, doesn’t want it to end too soon, so he moves slowly, dragging out his cock until only the tip rests inside you, then sliding into the hilt.

It elicits the most mellifluous sounds from you, making him smile in relief. He lets his forehead rest against yours, thrusts growing more confident, but still in that slow, almost dreamy pace. He memorizes every detail of this moment, from the way your eyes flutter closed, to the quiver of your legs as they wrap tighter around his thighs. 

“So good,” he hears himself say, “God, you feel so good.”

“Mhm,” you nod, nails digging into his back, even through his clothes. In the heat of the moment, you’re both still half dressed, only getting rid of your bottom clothes in order to get what you need from each other, “More, Spencer, I need more.”

He nods, letting his thrusts grow faster, rougher. It’s an awkward angle, he’s afraid his knees will start cramping, but the feeling of being surrounded by your warmth, drowning in your moans has him reckless. “There?” he grunts, angling just so, and he can’t help the smirk on his face when he feels your walls clenching around him.

“There, there, yes!”

He’s not sure how he manages to last as long as he does. Maybe it’s the sheer desire to feel you fall apart, for his cock to be drenched in your slick that keeps his release at bay. Maybe he has too much pent up sexual energy that’s just been dying to come out. Whatever it is, he’s thankful for it, because it means he’s spending more time inside you, hips moving with so much impact he’s pushing you forward with each thrust. 

“Yes, just like that.” you’re shuddering beneath him, and he moves his arm to the top of your head, creating a barrier between you and the headboard so you don’t hit it. He could stop, readjust your positions, but he doesn’t have it in him. 

No, he wants to stay inside you, forever if there’s an anatomically feasible way to do it. But unless he invents it, he’ll settle for right now, settle for the heat between your bodies, and how you’re practically melting into the mattress, arching so prettily against him.

“You close?” he murmurs, one hand finding your clit, drawing gentle circles with his fingertips.

“No fair,” you whine, bucking into him, “That’s cheat— Spencer!” 

You come undone in the most enthralling way, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip bitten by your own lips. You squeeze and flutter around him, and he’s helpless to stop his own release, spilling deep inside you with a broken cry from his own mouth. Your name is whispered, over and over again, until he stills, his vision blurry as he collapses against you.

He curls around you, trying to get as close, “You—that was—wow.” 

You giggle, still breathless and glassy eyed, “Are you sure that was your first time?”

“Yes,” he gives you a series of kisses along your temple, “Yes, it was. You—wow.” he carefully pulls out of you, hissing quietly when the cool air conditioned air hits his sensitive flesh. “Was that enough of an apology for not including you to our chess nights?”

“You’re making jokes now?”

“No,” he smiles, leaning away to look at you, all starry eyed and boneless, “Not a joke. Because if it’s not enough, I can do it again.” a kiss to your cheek, “And again.” one on the tip of your nose, “And again.”

When you laugh in response, he cups your cheek, “I mean it.” he says with all the seriousness he can muster.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Does this mean you’ll accept my invitations now?” he lights up, a large smile splitting his face.

“Only if it’s a date.”

"Then it's a date."

[ghostedbunnie]

Wonder how Simon would react if he was dating someone who had a good relationship with their own father. And Simon gets the usual "shovel talk" from their father, only for Simon to point out if he did hurt his SO, the 141 would beat the shit out of him.

it would be especially funny if his s/o's dad was like a head shorter than he is, just looking like the stereotypical chill dad but giving Simon the talk.

"if you hurt them i'm gonna bury you in my backyard and I'd hate to do it, son, I just made it look nice."

simon isn't even miffed honestly. he's glad, glad that you have someone who would stand up for you. especially since standing up to him is not an easy task -- he's the biggest guy in the room most of the time, looks like he could bench press a car for fun and his skull balaclava makes even tough guys avoid him when the sun's down. out of the whole intimidation spiel the word "son" hit a nerve he didn't know was still raw. he almost forgot he was someone's son at one point in time. he refused the notion but now the idea doesn't sound that bad, it doesn't send chills crawling down his back or anxiety making his palms sweaty.

"my squad would already serve me my balls on a silver platter if i messed this up." your dad was stunned for a second before letting out a laugh saying he likes those guys already, how he should invite them for a beer.

it was almost funny when the guys clapped him on a shoulder after meeting you, they were charmed. you made Simon softer. they could see his dark circles lessen when he was with you, finally being able to get a good night's rest without his own nightmares plaguing his mind. he finally had a reason to come back from missions. if he had to he would crawl back to you, bruised and bloodied.

"lucky ye, Lt. ye've found a gud one." from Johnny.

"don't make us kick your ass by making them cry." from Kyle.

"better treat them right or someone with a prettier mug than you will." from Price.

but the consensus was clear, he'd have hell to pay if he ever hurt you.

[caughtthedarkness93]

Memory serves, executive orders also cannot overturn laws passed by congress and definitely can't override state laws.

Like yeah, Trump can say this shit but can't make it happen.

People are gonna tie this shit up in the courts for years, and we're only two years away from a midterm election that I expect the right is gonna eat shit on, and there's always the chance that Trump chokes on a big mac tomorrow.

Right now, the goal should be to be as annoying and obstructive as possible. Gum up the works. Make actually implementing this stuff as difficult as it can be, then gain as much ground as possible in the midterms.

And I'll reiterate the thing I've been saying from the beginning: I think fundamentally the American right is about to completely disintegrate. They have no consistent internal philosophy. They have no long-term goals. A party that used to be extremely unified is starting to show signs of intense infighting. Their biggest policy win was getting Roe v. Wade overturned, and it actually seemed to have backfired with how draconian a lot of the abortion laws it activated were.

And, most dangerously for them, they've basically been reduced to a cult of Donald Trump. And while that gives Trump himself a lot of power over them, that means they're also subject to his many, many weaknesses. Remember, this is a man who likes to have his associates constantly competing for his favor and enjoys cultivating chaos around himself. And in the last few years, Trump has become even more incoherent, unstable, and easy to manipulate. When he's gone, I think it's going to leave a power vacuum in the Republican Party that is going to break it. And Trump himself has no clear successor. I thought it was going to be Ron DeSantis, but voters loudly and clearly rejected him. So yeah. In two years, midterms happen. In that time, it needs to be as annoying as possible for Donald Trump. And once there's a more sane congress in place, things become much easier. Hell, maybe he even gets finally impeached.

I'll be real with y'all, I knew Donald Trump was going to do some henious, bigoted shit the second he sat down in that chair in the oval office, but - and I can't emphasize this enough - I didn't not expect him to immediately repeal the Equal Employment Opportunity Act.

Like I'm still stunned by it. We're back to the 1950's now. We on the left were trying to fight to maintain gains we made the past 10-15 years and trump comes in a sweeps the rug out from all of us. You can now be fired for being for your race, religion, sexuality, sex and gender, disability, or nation of origin.

Employers can now fire you for being black or brown or LGBTQ or blind or in a wheelchair or a woman or literally whatever characistic they want.

I can't convey just how fucked we are. The EEOC is one the most important win in the history of Civil Rights. He did it on MLK Day! That's extra fucked!

Y'all thought their anti DEI or CRT or whatever other acronym they were throwing out there crusade was going to start and end at stuff younger than a high schooler, but no they went after one of the bedrocks of civil rights.

The more I think about it the more my head spins.

[wcnderlnds]

long time no see | thanos (choi su-bong)

・❥・ summary: you and thanos used to date but break up before you get the chance to tell him you're pregnant until you both land in the games. ・❥・word count: 2k ・❥・warnings: pregnancy, swearing, drug mentions, female reader ・❥・ authors note: working through the requests i have in my inbox slowly but surely! this ones for you anon <3

“You can’t expect me to come to your every beck and call. I got shit to do, babe. Got that show to prepare for and you know that’s the most important thing right now,” Thanos huffed, his arms across his chest as he looked at you with annoyance. His tone was calm but you knew the venom behind it, the condescending way he was speaking to you. “You’re really clingy sometimes, you know that?”

A frown adorned your face as you shook your head at him. The tears threatening to fall from your eyes were definitely noticeable but, no, you wouldn’t let him see you cry. He wasn’t going to get that satisfaction. “I needed you today and you let me down… again.”

“See, this is what I mean about you being needy! What was so important that you needed to drag me away from work?”

“Work? You call hitting up your dealer and getting high, work?”

“So, now you’re judging me? Whatever. This was never going to work anyway,” he scoffed, turning away from you but you could see by the tremble in his hands that he was upset. Thanos had never been one to show his emotions but after two years of dating him, you knew all the tells. Being with someone for so long meant you got to know them in ways other people didn’t.

“That’s it then? We’re done.” Now you couldn’t stop the tears from falling as he didn’t even turn to look at you. Well, at least he couldn’t see you cry. He was fumbling for the cross on his neck, pulling out one of his infamous pills that he’d become dependent on. That was all you needed to know. Without another word, you left the club and ran down the stairs in a tear filled haze. Almost on a protective instinct, your hand rested against your stomach. He could never know your secret. He could never know that he was the father of your child.

Desperate people did desperate things so when a salesman offered you a card with some weird symbols on it and promises of cash beyond your wildest dreams, you took it. Little did you know it would lead you to the deadliest games of your life. Your hand lay across your stomach as you stood in line to vote — your belly now round showing the whole world that you were pregnant. You were now six months along. This was a last ditch attempt at getting some money and starting a new life for yourself and your child. Upon entering the games, you had tried to hide it but when that had caused you nothing but pain, you stopped. Why should you hide it anyway? Maybe it would give you some kind of advantage. There was no way anyone was going to let a pregnant woman get killed. There had only been one game so far but if that was any indication, the rest of them were going to be just as deadly. Your eyes glanced down to your stomach but suddenly shot up when you heard a voice you hadn’t heard in months.

“Let’s gooooo!” Thanos’ voice bellowed out as he made a circle above his head.

“No fuckin’ way,” you mumbled under your breath. You watched as your ex boyfriend — and the father of your child — walked to stand with the rest of the people who had voted to stay. He obviously hadn’t seen you yet because if he had then he would’ve had a lot to say.

When it came to your turn to vote there was no hesitation as your palm pressed down on the big red X button. As much as you wanted that money, the risk of losing your life and baby wasn’t worth it. There would be another way. Unfortunately, the majority had voted to stay. Feeling defeated, you crawled into your bunk. Maybe if you asked nicely they’d just let you leave. There had to be someone that was running this thing that had a heart. This had been a mistake, even more so now that you knew Thanos was here. When the breakup had happened, he had tried to reach out but you had ignored every call and text. The way he treated you, the way he didn’t care about anything but his next fix? No, you didn’t need that. It hurt, it hurt more than you could ever be able to explain because unfortunately you loved him. Sometimes the people you loved hurt you the most, though. Seeing him so soon after the break-up would have undone all the hard work you’d put in to move on from him. It was selfish of you but you had never wanted him to find out you were pregnant. He wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be a father — you couldn’t put yourself and your baby through that.

_____

One of the many downfalls of being in the late stages of your second trimester meant that you needed to use the bathroom more than normal. With a huff, you pushed yourself off your bed, getting to your feet. Making your way to the bathroom, you ended up walking into someone. Of course you did. Nothing could go smoothly.

“Whoa, Senorita, be careful,” Thanos grabbed your shoulders, holding you in place so you didn’t fall. It took him a moment to really look at you before he realised who you were. His eyes widened, his hands instantly releasing you like he’d been burnt. “…what’re you doing here?”

“Same reason you're here,” you subconsciously pulled down your jacket, trying to cover the bump but it was no use. You were too far along and by the way his eyebrows almost cartoonishly raised, he had already noticed.

“I…you’re…?” His fingers played with his chain — his ultimate nervous habit. You knew what would come next: he’d take a pill, suddenly be in a good mood and wouldn’t care about you.

“Yeah.” That was all you said as you tried to walk past him. A conversation with him was the last thing you wanted to deal with. His fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back towards him.

“Is it mine?” His voice was almost soft. Scared, even. You nodded your head, knowing exactly what was coming next. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. “I tried to, Su-bong. That day you broke up with me. I said I needed you because I had a doctors appointment but you were just… you and didn’t care. So, don’t pretend to now.”

You shook from his grasp, finally heading to the bathroom. There was a split second where you thought he might follow you but as you turned your head, you saw him standing in place, dumbfounded. To be fair, you couldn’t blame him. You had just told him he was the father of your child, that would shock anyone. You stupidly still cared about him no matter how much you wanted to shake him from your heart.

Later that evening before lights out, you had been sitting with Gi-hun and his friends. When they’d seen you eating by yourself, they’d invited you over stating that nobody should be left alone in here. At first you’d been rather reluctant but having some allies in this place wouldn’t be such a bad idea. They were friendly enough but you weren’t really paying much attention. Your thoughts kept drifting to the encounter with Thanos. The way his eyes had instantly softened the second he’d realised you were pregnant — it was seared into your mind. He liked to put on this big bravado act but you knew better than anyone that he was just scared. If he showed his true self then the world would eat him up so he acted like a cocky, insufferable rapper so much so that he had actually turned into that person. It was a defense mechanism to survive but unfortunately it had taken over him. But, he had given you a glimmer of the man you knew was hiding inside.

Excusing yourself from the group, you got up to head towards your bed. Gi-hun had warned you to be careful during the night — it could apparently get brutal. Getting some shut eye before the official lights out was probably a good idea so that you could stay awake during the night to protect yourself. As you were walking, someone barged past you knocking you to the ground without stopping to help you up.

“Hey!” You shouted, pushing yourself up from the floor. “Watch where you’re going.”

The guy turned around, snarling at you. “Shut the fuck up.”

Before you could even respond there was a flash of purple and the person was on the ground, your ex boyfriend sat on top of him punching him in the face. You called his name but he wasn’t listening. At that point he was seeing red. Tentatively, you placed a hand on Thanos’ shoulder. He turned his head, his eyes meeting yours as his fist pulled back to throw another punch. You simply shook your head. It was like you had some kind of spell on him because he stopped, getting to his feet and storming away.

What the hell had that been all about?

_____

“Are you awake?” The soft whispers of Thanos’ deep voice sounded in your ears.

“No,” you grumbled but still turned to face him. He was crouching down by your bed, his face mere inches from yours. “What do you want?”

“To say sorry. For earlier and…” he trailed off.

“You were kinda crazy.”

“Yeah, well, when someone’s rude to the woman that’s carrying my baby then it’s on sight.”

“I appreciate it… but you have to be careful or you’re going to get yourself killed,” you whispered, trying not to wake anyone else up around you.

His lips quirked up into one of his signature grins. “Careful there, Senorita. Might start thinking you actually care about me.”

It was almost on reflex that you rolled your eyes but as your eyes landed back on him you noticed something. His chain was gone. The cross that he always carried around his neck with his precious drugs in them was gone. That was weird. He never let it out of his sight. Had someone stolen it? No. Nobody would even be able to get close enough to

“Your chain…?”

“Gave it to Nam-gyu. Don’t need it anymore.” You could hear the waver in his voice. He did need it but for some reason he had just given it away. Never in a million years did you think that’d happen. Going completely cold turkey like that? What would possess him to do such a thing?

“Why?” It was hard to stop the hesitation sounding in your voice, almost scared of his reply.

His fingers came up to move away the hair that had fallen in your eyes. “For you. I…you’re carrying my baby. I… want to be good. Be better for you. For the baby. I’m so fuckin’ sorry that I haven’t been the person you needed but I want to try, baby. I really want to fuckin’ try. It ain’t going to be easy and I’m going to mess up but please, please let me try. I’ll vote to leave. I’ll get us out of this shit show and we’ll figure it out. You have no reason to trust me but… I’m asking you to let me prove to you that I can be what you need.”

His fingers were shaky, his voice a mere whisper. This was already hard for him but the sincerity in his voice was evident to anyone who could hear him. Thanos wasn’t the most perfect person on the planet but was anyone? Everyone made mistakes and the fact he was here willing to try was something, right? Baby steps. It was better than nothing.

“Vote to leave and we’ll take it from there, okay?” You leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “And thank you. For trying. For giving up the thing you’ve been depending on to survive. It… means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

This could be the biggest mistake you’d ever make but what was life without a little risk? Your baby deserved a father and if he was willing to try then this could be the start of something new.

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[crimsonnsstuff]

Dark thanos x reader x dark nam gyu where reader is basically female min su. They bully her all the time. Soo their bullying become darker

Thanos and Namgyu were always bullying you. It was small things like pushing you around. You joined their group pretty quickly, not because you wanted to be their friends, but because they’re the strongest group, and you didn’t wanna die. The first vote, you voted to leave. They got pissed.

Thanos pinned you to the wall. “I swear to god if you vote to leave again, you’ll regret it because of what we will do to you..”

You quickly nod and obey. The next day before the vote, you broke down. You started crying and babbling about how to wanted to go home to Se-mi. “Don’t worry..we will get out of here.”

When it was time to vote, you voted to leave once again. You looked over at Thanos and Namgyu, whose eyes were boring into you and shaking their heads. You quickly avert your gaze.

After lights out you were in the bathroom, going pee. You hear the door open. Who would be up this late? The footprints lead to your stall. They bang on your stall.

“Occupied..” you mutter. They keep banging. “Damnit..” you say, wiping yourself and then flushing.

You stand up and open the door. You see Thanos and Namgyu. They are quick to push you back into the stall. “What do you think you’re doing, pup?” Namgyu growls. Thanos pushes you down to sit on the toilet.

“W-what?” You mutter. “Do we look like a fucking joke to you!?” Thanos yells. “N-no..I-“ “then why did you vote to leave!” Namgyu says.

“I-I was scared..I just wanna go home..” you mutter, a dear ducts in your eye. “Aw, poor little puppy want to go home? Poor puppy wants to see her family?” Thanos mocks, pouting.

“Open her legs.” Thanos growls. Namgyu immediately leans down and forces your legs open. “Wait, stop!” You shout.

Namgyu rips your sweatpants off, and then your underwear. Thanos smirks as he looks at your pussy. “So pretty..” he growls under his breath, rubbing your clit gently.

“I think we have been a bit to nice to you, don’t you think?” Thanos says, slipping 2 fingers into your pussy. You go to open your mouth but Namgyu slaps you. “It was a rhetorical question, slut.”

You whine. Thanos pulls his cocks out of his pants and gives it a few pumps. Namgyu takes your panties off the floor and shoves them into your mouth, silencing you.

You were too focused on Namgyu ramming your panties into you mouth to notice Thanos sliding into you. You groan around your panties, legs closing. Namgyu forces them back open. “Just let him fuck you.” He growls.

Thanos starts to slam into you. You desperately try to push him off of you, but he doesn’t budge. He was making sounds of pleasure while you were making sounds of embarrassment and pain.

Suddenly, the pain turns into pleasure, and you accidentally let out a moan. Thanos smirks and punches your nipple, making your body jerk. “Don’t be shy.” He says, thrusting faster.

You move your body down to meet his thrusts. Namgyu chuckles and presses his hand down on your stomach, wanting to feel how deep Thanos is in you. “Holy shit, dude. You’re so deep.” He groans.

Thanos’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he throws his head back. He groans as he cums. His body convulses and he pulls out, leaving you unsatisfied.

“Jesus man, you came so fast.” Namgyu laughs.

“Not even gonna let you cum. Next time, don’t vote to leave.” Thanos says, they both walk out of the bathroom, leaving you gaping and dripping. You realize you’re gonna have to finish yourself off with your own fingers

[ell6ied]

blue lock men as love island contestants

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

pairings: (separate) sae itoshi, rin itoshi, yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, seishiro nagi, rensuke kunigami, oliver aiku, ryusei shidou x f!reader

sae itoshi

i’m so undecided about this man. i feel like he could be either a lover boy or a heartbreaker.

like i can see him either coupling up and not even batting an eyelash for a bombshell, or he’s literally getting to know every single bombshell, keeping you constantly on your toes.

either way, i can see twitter going crazy once he enters the villa, love island producers knew what they was doing putting the itoshi siblings in the same villa.

it’s definitely one sided beef though, he doesn’t entertain his brothers side comments about him during challenges and even tries giving him girl advice on occasions 😭

is so unbothered by the challenges, especially the twitter one. this man couldn’t care less about what the public had to say about him or his girl.

he always makes sure to be so half assed about them too, never putting in full effort because he thinks they’re ridiculous.

i can imagine him telling you to stop embarrassing yourself on tv for a silly challenge.

after his clip plays on movie night, he’s genuinely confused why you’re mad about it since it happened 2 weeks ago.

you can’t tell whether he’s being manipulative or oblivious.

i feel like he’d also be that one boy telling the rest of them that if they’re not exclusive they shouldn’t hold back on getting to know the other girls, ESPECIALLY during casa.

doesn’t understand why you think it’s a big deal that he said that since he was still being loyal to you. twitter keeps calling him a red flag.

despite everything though, i feel like he’d also be the guy to have your back in any argument you have, but making sure to correct you where you went wrong in private.

rin itoshi

idc what ANYONE says this man is a lover boy.

he locks in with one girl (you) and stays loyal the whole show even with you having ups and downs, you both always make it through and the public just love you both.

i feel like he’d be the first bombshell to enter the villa and the girls are ALL OVER HIM. like when miguel entered the villa on love island usa and the girls just kept pulling him away 😭

he gets so mad when he sees his brother walk in as a bombshell a week or so later, definitely causes sm drama to the point the public are divided 50/50 about who’s side they’re on.

literally so competitive in challenges and games, especially couple ones.

he’s always stressing at you to pick up the pace so that you both can win, which gets him clowned on twitter.

you both end up winning though.

lowkey gets into beef with the boys on movie night since his clip just showed him talking shit about them all 😭

he def hated casa amor too, refusing to kiss the girls for the challenges, causing the main villa to win the points. also sleeps outside on the day beds, looking at pictures of you on his phone.

yoichi isagi

obviously an og. i feel like he’s also the type to find you early on and settle. though, i can see him still getting to know the bombshells, he just thinks they don’t compare to you in the slightest.

is the maid and chef of the villa. always the one to clean up after people. he’s also the first boy to make breakfast and coffee for his couple.

overall, he’s very sweet to all the islanders, he’s like the main boy all the girls come to for advice and a shoulder to cry on when their couple has done them dirty.

however! we know how this man can be and when he gets jealous omg, the villa absolutely kicks off.

i feel like everyone watching got so surprised when they saw him turn into this territorial guard dog over you when a new boy tried kissing you.

so yeah, all the bombshells kinda left you alone after that, which he was definitely pleased about.

lowkey gets rinsed in the twitter challenge and genuinely doesn’t understand the publics beef with him.

“i don’t even get that jealous.”, the rest of the islanders just keep quiet.

i feel like during casa he wouldn’t be completely innocent but he wouldn’t do anything bad enough to cause you to break up with him, just him having little flirty chats which definitely get shown at movie night.

he’s also incredibly shit at challenges, especially the couple ones, like your both notorious for being last place each time.

meguru bachira

this man would be so sweet and cheery, definitely the comedic relief of the group. i feel like he’d be on the og lineup.

but i can see him being an accidental heartbreaker, like he’s in a couple and during casa amor there’s this one girl who shows him so much attention and he’s missing you so much so he shares a bed with her and gives her a kiss outside a challenge 🫣

i feel like it’d get exposed during movie night or during the casa recoupling when he comes back alone and one of the girls expose him.

surprisingly brings everyone watching to tears when he’s apologising, begging on his knees for you to forgive him.

definitely becomes a huge thing on tiktok and twitter like kordell and serena after casa.

eventually he makes it up to you, and the public seem to love you both even more, landing him in the final 4.

seishiro nagi

he’s such a sweetheart but i can see him being a bit of a slow burner. i feel like he’d struggle opening up and showing affection to the girls which cause them to fall back on him.

like if you want him you’d definitely have to play the long game, but i don’t think he’d entertain anyone else so i guess there’s some benefit.

when the both of you were a new couple the public definitely made so many comments thinking he was so uninterested in you until they see the unseen bits and see how much more affectionate and loving he is with you.

i feel like that would also be what’s highlighted during movie night, like a conversation with isagi where he’s telling him he’s not sure if he feels a connection with you yet. you can tell it was when you was both just getting to know each other but he doesn’t escape the foul side eye you give him.

during casa i feel like he’d talk to the girls so condescendingly 😭

like, production make him join the conversations with the girls and he says the most backhanded things to them, causing isagi to snicker at him while the girls just look all confused.

hates challenges so much. he tries a bit harder for the couple ones but you always end up getting second to last place.

“at least i’m not as bad as isagi.”, he’ll say when you roll your eyes at him after he miserably failed yet another challenge .

renuske kunigami

oh everyone would love this man.

i feel like he’d struggle finding a connection at first until he’s at risk of being dumped and then you, a bombshell walks in and just completely clicks with him.

such a romantic type, i feel like the islanders would let you and him get the chance to go to the hideaway first.

even after going to the hideaway, he remains so respectful, even though his mind is going crazy with the lingerie you wore for him.

is also weirdly good at challenges. seems to know who all the questions are about, even if it’s a guess.

during movie night he just sits there munching on his popcorn, watching the boys get exposed while he knows he’s one of the only boys getting a peaceful night in his couple.

this man also despised casa. it’s the only thing him and rin really bonded over. he was also sleeping on the day beds but i feel like he’d kiss in challenges if he hadn’t made you his girlfriend before casa.

probably the only man to not have any arguments or problems with his couple.

oliver aiku

this man is either hated or loved by the public.

can’t find a genuine connection for the life of him. he definitely comes in as a bombshell, and steals someone from their couple, then just keeps getting his head turned by every single bombshell that enters the villa 😭

he genuinely can’t help himself

always says, “i can’t put all my eggs in one basket.” or “do you wanna go for a chat?”

gets nervous when any of the boys talk to one of the many girls he’s pursuing.

i feel like at first people would have zero idea this man is a player, but then eventually the public just start getting sick of him, chanting on twitter to get him out next.

the boys take him as inspiration on what NOT to do.

he’s also incredibly shit at challenges, always gets them wrong and dreads every time a text comes through on someone’s phone, praying it isn’t a challenge.

ryusei shidou

he’s always getting into trouble with production, i feel like he’d end up getting kicked out after maximum a week for prohibited behaviour.

definitely gossips with the girls telling them what their couples have been saying behind their back, like this man is MESSY. i can imagine him saying like, “oh, yeah he’s definitely into the new girl, he was telling the boys how she’s his type on the outside.”

the boys absolutely despise him for this 💀 ESPECIALLY OLIVER.

gets awarded messiest islander in the awards ceremony night.

speaking of, i feel like he’d LIVE for the challenges, especially movie night or the twitter game. he wouldn’t even hold back on who he thought the tweets were about, which would cause drama after the challenge 🫢

in terms of coupling up, i think he will just go for whoever wants him, he doesn’t seem too picky. but once he gets attention from multiple girls his head is definitely turning and he wouldn’t care about how you felt.

gets absolutely rinsed on social media once he gets back home.

[arkhamsbrat]

can't stop thinking about jay w his chubby girl who SWEARS she can take control in bed

straddling his lap, doing her best to ride him as she's cooing praise down at him

and obviously he's super turned on bc omg his girl is on top of him looking so hot and she's saying all these things, but he also knows she's subby as hell

and he can't help the smug smile that spreads over his face when she gives up, whining for him to help, and relishes in grabbing her hips, raising and lowering her on him effortlessly as he speaks to her in a mix of condescension and adoration

like all 'what happened to my brave girl, huh? you need my help, pretty girl?'

kill me!!!!

i feel like i did a line after reading this omfg

i, like many-a-friend, am of the mind that jason likes being in control and doesn’t like subbing… but he thinks this is a fun little game. one too many teases about how subby you are and you whine, say that “you could dom if you really wanted to”.

jason loves a challenge. so he lets you have your moment. he lets you “take charge” just so he can knock you down again. when you’re on top, hand pressing against his chest to “hold him down” he almost laughs at you. jason’s not one to complain about you being on top, but god… this is pathetic. he plays along, letting you call him a good boy and all that.

jason knows you like the back of his hand. he can feel your thighs twitch, see your chest heave a little harder. isn’t much longer until your act slips up and there’s a little pout on your face.

“y’tired?” he teases, shooting you a half smirk when you shake your head. “so good at this, aren’t you?” you swat at his chest. its clear he’s teasing you. “i can do it…” you whine, and his hands catch your hips right as they rise up, slamming them right back down. a loud whine slips from you when he moves you, almost forgetting the bet you placed with him.

playing with his damn food is what hes doing. “sure y’can.” his hands retract back above his head, where you were holding them earlier. you grind your hips, eyes fluttering shut. it felt good, yeah, but the way he moves you around like a toy felt better. you let out a quiet huff. “jay?” he hums. “will you-”

greedy bastard doesn’t even let you finish. “with pleasure, sweetheart.” he’s got his hands on your hips, jackhammering you down on him faster than you can even think. “poor baby… should just let me have taken care’a’you.”

he’s wringing pretty little moans out of you, smug as hell. his hands wrap around your hair and tug gently. “gonna try this shit again, pretty?” when there’s no response he tugs harder. “no! y’win… y-fuck- you win!”

he groans, like that was the hottest thing youve ever said, and squishes your cheeks together to force you to look at him. “atta-fuckin’-girl.”

[submattenthusiast]

dealer!chris blurb ✩˚｡⋆

chris calling you was always rare, he never called unless he needed something or on accident, never just randomly, so when his contact popped up on your phone screen, eyebrows were raised. before you could say hello properly he was talking, barely understandable but he was. "hi i'm outside please let me in, i drove all the way over here before my high settled in so i could see you, please it's really cold out here and my eyes are starting to feel heavy" your mouth dropped as you listened to his ramble. "you're outside...?" you dumbly ask. "yes? didn't i just say that" he retorts, knocking on your door to prove himself.

swinging the metal open, you rush him in, not wanting the cold air to infiltrate your house. you watch him speechlessly as he takes his boots and jacket off and heads for the living room. as he turned his head you saw the strands of hair peaking out his cherry beanie and had a strong urge to play with the brunette strands. you had to shove your hands in your pockets to stop from grabbing them.

flopping on the large sofa, chris let out a deep breath, as if he'd been holding it in all day. a unrecognizable sound came from his mouth as his body collided with the surface. "this couch feels so good baby, i wish i could sleep here like everyyyday" chris mumbled. you walked over to sit next to his spread out body, relaxing into the soft pillow as you looked at him in awe. it was so rare for him to not be all tough, mean ,and serious. but he was showing you this different side of him, it made you feel a bit special.

sensing your presence on the couch, chris lifted his head up to look at you. a big smile came across his lips as he saw your lap was free. scooting over toward you, he grabbed your thigh and rested his head on your legs. his cold cheeks sent shivers down your spine as the bad contact with your skin. with a body resting on your lap you had to find somewhere to place your hands and his hair was right there. without hesitation you peeled the beanie off his head to release his beautiful dark brown hair. the long locks tickling your skin as they fell into place. "hey you jacked my shit what the fuck" he frowns. you cackle before shushing him. "my lap my rules" you retort. nodding his head he stopped giving attitude. he planted a few kisses along your thigh to apologize without saying anything but still felt the need to say something. "yes ma'am your lap i'm sorry don't kick me out".

a loud string of whimpers left his lips as your hands found their way to his hair, fumbling through the tangles and massaging his scalp. the scent of his shampoo filled your nose as you continued to play. his hair was always so soft after the first wash. you smile while looking down at him, seeing how much he was enjoying it and how relaxed he is. continuous whines leave his mouth as you start to pull a little at his roots. "please don't stop feels so fucking good, your hands are like god sent" he moans, lowkey humping the couch under him and hoping you didn't notice. but you felt the movements and saw his hips moving out of the corner of your eye. teasing him a little more, you tug harder at his roots, wanting to pull a reaction from his body. "fuck please" he breathes, pushing his body into the couch for friction.

"please what?" you coo, slowing down a bit. your nails scratched circles into him as you waited for a response from him. a low whine came out of him as he melted under your touch, cheeks smushing into your skin and shoulders drooping. his voice cracked as he attempted to speak to you, mind beginning to get scattered "please don't stop it feels so good and i'm so hard it hurts, you don't even have to touch my dick or whatever but please you can't stop". he started to wet your thigh with messy kisses again as you started to tug at his hair like before. "that's a good boy, using your words " you purr, changing the direction of your hand. "for you only" he adds, smiling like a dummy.

[jukashi]

"What, you think Sonic's a cop?" is a pretty good succinct way to sum up the question of Sonic's morality and responsibility, I think. See, Sonic has always been kind of an asshole. This is a guy who, way back when, only made friends with Tails because Tails figured out how to kinda keep up with him. I know it wasn't intentional, but since most media even now goes with it, it kinda says something that Sonic didn't have any friends before that, either, and most of his friends in the games can also Go reasonably Fast.

So, right down, deep at the core of his character, Sonic Likes His Freedom. I think that's the thing that, if you changed it, he wouldn't be Sonic. All his values are extensions of that - he helps people because he likes them to have their freedom, too. Like, he literally breaks animals free from robots when he defeats them? That's a distinct element of Sonic's games specifically, that's a statement, right there. Eggman represents absolute subjugation under one man's will and whims, an as such he and Sonic are like, ontologically enemies, narratively.

So, Sonic's morality and motivations are based mostly on being a freedom maximizer. The consequence of this is that he doesn't take responsibility for jack shit. He saves you from being killed or subjugated but then that's it, buddy, you're on your own. He's not a leader, he's not making any commitments. Do you think he has some duty to you? An obligation? Sounds like not-freedom to me, pal. You think Sonic wants to become the police?

You think Sonic's a cop?

So, when they want to give Sonic some conflict that actually makes him feel conflicted, and it's not some smaller scale thing like two friends falling out or something like that, then it's pretty much got to be about freedom vs. freedom. By sparing his enemies, Sonic is making a bet - risking long-term chance of great loss of freedom, if the threat returns and succeeds next time, or ensuring minimal risk but definitely reducing someone's freedom right now? Do you take the idealistic hopeful route or the cynical sensible one?

Do you take the higher, faster, riskier route through the level, or the lower, slower, certain one? What do you think?

But the idealistic, hopeful route is also the self-centered one. He wants to take the gamble that he can get the theoretical best option. That risk is being taken with other people's lives.

This isn't a terribly new idea. How many idealistic hero characters go "no I refuse the dilemma I will take the long shot to save everyone!"? But it's not so common to actually interrogate its drawbacks properly, inside a story that's overall generally aligned with that sentiment, so I appreciate it. I think part of the reason they can do that, with Sonic, is because he's been established as kind of an asshole. Other idealistic heroes, drawing attention to that would kind of break things down - if they really took it in, then most idealistic characters would actually have to go with the sensible option or come off as assholes. With Sonic, he already is one, so they can put it in front of him, really rotate it in everyone's view, and still have the reasonable possibility that Sonic can just say 'yeah well I'm still gonna do it my own way'.

That or it's just that Sonic is a long-running media franchise, and someone would have had to run into this idea for story material sooner or later.

There's definitely been more Sonic stuff in recent years that's shown him from an outside perspective, and consistently the conclusion seems to be "hey. this guy's kind of an asshole"

like. bro just doesn't care

sonic there are tears in her eyes you can't be acting like this

[sovamurka]

Thinking about how Ma Meilleure Ennemie can be considered a continuation and an interesting thematic expansion of Enemy.

"No shit, lmao, they both have the word enemy in them".

Like, yes, that's exactly the point.

But there's more to it than meets the eye.

We all know that Enemy in many ways is meant to be from Jinx's perspective (music video supports that) - it's HER internal worries, it's HER exhaustingly sad sarcasm, it's HER wreck of emotions that she can't stop.

The song explains why and how she basically convinced herself that she's a curse and will never be a saint no matter what she does.

She exclaims that everybody wants to be her enemy. For her this word means "the person that everyone hates, the person who everyone abandoned, the person for whom no one prays or hopes".

And then in Ma Meilleure Ennemie Ekko... agrees with her - she IS his enemy. But to him this word has so much more meaning and underlying feelings than just "the person I'm against, the person I hate".

For him enemy is also someone who's always near - if not in body, then in mind. Someone who truly shares history with you and can hurt you in more ways than one.

Who you hate so much because you had too much love in your heart for them.

Hatred is not the opposite of love, it's just love with a minus instead of plus, the true opposite of love is indifference. And Ekko feels anything but indifference towards Jinx, even though he tried so many times to convince himself otherwise.

First verse of the song is basically his admission that she's an essential part of him - no matter what he does, no matter how many times he forces himself to forget, no matter how much he tries to keep his enemy out of his mind.

He knows he should stay away, he knows he should keep his own heart under hundreds of locks to not let anyone break it again. But he can't help it. He still loves her despite everything, including his own self.

That's why he also agrees that she's indeed a curse. The most beautiful one. She haunts his thoughts and he hates himself for finding comfort in it. But it's better to be in a bad company than alone, am I right?

The chorus of Ma Meilleure Ennemie sounds almost like a last resort - a mutual attempt to push each other away.

To make matters worse, the whole "meilleur/pire" (best/worst) dichotomy that is constantly present in the song literally from the beginning, is a simple yet clever play on a famous wedding vow - "Pour le meilleur et pour le pire" (translation: for the best and the worst of it). The more they try to convince each other that they should not be together, the more they intertwine their fates because they repeat this vow again and again.

And then in the second verse of Ma Meilleure Ennemie Jinx finally lets herself say things she was so afraid to say before. Lets her feelings and thoughts be known in the most vulnerable way possible. Not with Enemy's upset angry screaming but with this gentle melodic whisper.

And what does she have to say about her feelings towards the person who she shares so much complicated history with?

That his name cuts her open every time she hears it. And that's why she doesn't say it - it hurts her so much.

Ekko's name literally echoes in her mind. Jinx can't even say for sure whether this pain she feels comes from hatred that formed over the years or from pure sweetness, softness and gentleness that she still keeps in her heart for him.

And then comes Je t’avais dit: “Ne regarde pas en arrière” (translation: I told you not to look back) which is such an obvious Orpheus and Eurydice myth reference when you say it out loud.

Albeit, their situation is an interesting take on this myth.

Let me explain. Orpheus had a chance to bring his wife Eurydice back to the land of the living if he guided her there without looking back or else she would end up in the underworld again. There are several versions of the myth that give different explanations on why Orpheus turns back, but they all agree on one thing - it was done because of love.

However, in Ekko's case it's kind of a reverse situation - Jinx will disappear if he turns away from her.

That's what, in my opinion, Turn Your Back and I'll Disappear song means, actually.

And here, at the end of second verse, Jinx explicitly tells Ekko that he shouldn't look back. He should leave past behind, should leave her behind, let her disappear from his life and from this world altogether or else everything will get infinitely worse.

But of course he doesn't, of course he turns back (time) again and again.

He does it because he loves her, just like Orpheus loves Eurydice.

Despite not having much screen time, timebomb still managed to tell such a wonderful intricately woven story.

I analysed just a small part of Jinx and Ekko's symbolic lyricism. Believe me, there's still so much more to talk about and uncover since this story is told through different forms of art that are all worth your attention.