#and there are others but like too lazy to tag them all

[yellowhollyhock]

very much this, and got me going on a tangent that didn't fit in the tags

This is maybe just me and probably has to do with the order I watched tmnt (03 then rise then 87, all three very different, and then the rest of em, but also part of idw somewhere early on there)

but I always felt like, while their personalities are certainly different, Rise Leo and Raph had more of a focus change than a role change

Like, with 03, and many iterations, the focus is on Leo. The show's about all of them but his arcs take center stage, his understanding of the conflict and what he believes about familial roles colors what the audience gets to see. The other brothers have their focus episodes, but it's Leo's worldview we're kinda following if that makes sense

And that does very much come across as Leo constantly trying to be responsible, follow Splinter's teachings and look after siblings, Raph looking for opportunities to contradict him largely just because he doesn't like authority as a rule, and sure Leo showboats a bit but that's because it's super cool to be a ninja

But Rise followed Raph more. The show is still about four brothers, and possibly Rise would have changed in later seasons, but the first two focus on Raph's emotions, how events influence his worldview, how his flaws affect his family, etc. (until the movie which threw Leo into the limelight ajdhkdksk)

And that comes across a lot more like Raph trying to be responsible, follow Splinter's teachings, and look after siblings, while Leo pokes holes in his plans, complains about the risk, and showboats way too much. When will he relax and just let Raph smash things?

idk, Leo and Raph have always been pretty similar, with Leo's style being more observe and wait for the perfect Moment, manipulate the situation from the shadows, while Raph's style is more go straight in and get it done, hit hard and fast and powerful. In the other shows there are absolutely times when Raph feels like Leo is trying to get out of a mission due to laziness or cowardice, and we see more of Leo's pov where he's stressed and trying to keep Raph safe, but the Raphs see... well y'know, Pizza Puffs episode type shenanigans

And I thought it was neat Rise showed more of Raph's pov

Anyway the shows are definitely different. The personalities were absolutely switched up a bit, on purpose. But it's not that different, just a little flavor and angle change

1987 Raphael is his own type of creature

The dynamic in Rise between the rest of the team and Leo is. so fucking funny. Because like you've got these three extremely talented individuals who all seem like perfectly reasonable people at first glance, right, but then if you squint hard enough you realize they're actually all batshit insane (affectionate) and the clown boy standing behind them is secretly their common sense.

Clown boy will occasionally put himself and the others in danger to Prove Himself or Prove Someone Wrong (see Minotaur Maze and the movie) but like otherwise... i think people forget Leo's overwhelmingly the voice of reason in most situations?

Raph, Mikey, and Donnie are all incredibly powerful boys with very specific skill sets. They are also, as a direct result of this, the WORST decision-makers on god's green earth lmao. When presented with a problem, Raph will smash, Donnie will blow shit up, and Mikey will razzmatazz. They will all run straight toward death with the same oblivious enthusiasm of a dog about to run straight into a screen door. None of them realize this and all of them think they are Extremely Good At Problem-Solving.

And the guy cursed with the common sense to realize this is literally the LAST person anyone would expect.

When you look closely, the entirety of Rise is actually a chronicle of Leo trying to find new and creative ways to keep this team of superpowered fools alive while simultaneously white-knuckling his Cool Fun Guy persona so the others don't realize he's secretly the Boring Responsible One. Haha, you know what would be Cool and Fun, guys? Not going after the Spine Breaking Bandit lol. Getting home before the sun goes up lol. Evacuating that civilian lol. Not telling the guy dangling me off a roof "you won't, no balls" lol.

The sacred struggle of every iteration of Leonardo is thanklessly wrangling the most trigger-happy siblings in the world, and Rise Leo has not escaped it. He just does an occasional shenanigan to avoid detection and his brothers fall for it every time.

[castlenjoyer]

um. here he is . my guy . obsessed with him

[veebeeboo109]

"A Morning Workout"

{From Ch. 11 of "Cleaning Up the Timeline". After a less-than-peaceful sleepover, you wake up with Zayne and Sylus. Snowcrow is snowcrowing}

Word Count: 3.9k

Tags: Smut, MMF, Zayne x Sylus x You, Threesome, DP, Wear a condom kids, and practice safe-sex practices.

“Can you take the day off? Please?”

Your timid question has him turning back around, “Really? I– I don’t think I can.”

“A sick day? You never take a sick day. Just a day to relax. I think you need it.” You argue. 

“I’m on call. There isn’t anything scheduled but I should go anyway.” Zayne’s arguing with himself more than you at this point. Debating against the part of himself that likes his work, and the part that really likes you. 

If there was an award for best puppeteer in the house, it would go to Sylus. (That is until Rafayel woke up.) You felt Sylus wake up, rising into consciousness and wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you more securely. Sleepily, lazily, he presses kisses to your tummy, then to your sternum, and then to the exposed skin of your chest. Taking his time to drift slowly upwards until your attention is torn between the two men. One who is still debating leaving, and the other baiting the hook to dangle in front of him. 

“We could have a lazy day,” Sylus rumbles against you, and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or Zayne. “Stay in bed all day.” 

“I have responsibilities.” Zayne stands when he speaks, sounding a little irritated by Sylus’ taunt. 

“Oh, I know.” Sylus is pushing himself onto his elbows and moving to pepper your neck with kisses, unable to resist letting his tongue lap at your skin. “So responsible, Dr. Zayne. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of our kitten while you work. Such good, good care.”

Your breathing is picking up, steamy little pants leaving your lips as Sylus punctuates his words with branding fingers dragging down your sides, hooking into your shorts and panties and taking his time to pull them down your legs. 

“Hear her?” Sylus sounds almost pitiful, “How can anybody leave such a sweet little thing like you? Oh, I could never, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll give you what you need.”

“Sylus.” You gasp as he flattens his hands on your legs and caresses upwards. You can feel your heartbeat get faster the closer his hands get to the mess of slick between your legs. Barely a touch and your sopping, clenching around the mere idea of more. The pound of your heartbeat pulsing in your core, a desperate wanton drum. 

“You’re incorrigible.” Zayne seethes. His tone is icy and disapproving, arms crossed across his chest. But if he meant it he’d be leaving. Turning away to get ready for work and all his responsibilities. But he doesn’t. Zayne doesn’t move a muscle, standing at the edge of the bed like he’s anchored there. “You’d have me quit my job if I let you.”

Sylus’ laugh vibrates the live wire inside you. A pluck against that too-tight harp string of desire. The white-haired man glances over at the other, and he smirks like the devil himself, “Now there’s an idea. What do you think, kitten? Do you think Zayne should quit his job to take care of you?”

You mewl as Sylus drags his fingers up your slit, any words evaporating against the white-hot fever of his touch. You're getting a little dizzy, and feeling a little lost. Sylus begins playing with you slowly, drawing out little breaths of saccharine pleasure in a sleepy, thoughtless way. 

But he’s never thoughtless, never sloppy. You’ll realize later it’s on purpose. The loose swipes of fingers that leave you half-mad. He’s missing on purpose, making you whine in frustration on purpose. Is it because he’s mean? No. It’s because it’s the final straw for your fair, high-strung doctor. 

Zayne moves with scalpel precision, kneeling on the bed and grabbing Sylus’ wrist with an offended huff, “You’re not doing it right.”

Sylus grins like a victor after a fight, all canine. “Am I? Show me then, doc-tor.”

Zayne throws Sylus’ hand aside and gives him a glare, “You move too fast. You can’t just jump into touching her like that. She needs more affection. Watch.”

The dark haired man moves to pull you upright, placing himself between your thighs and holding the sides of your face to bring you to him. He opens his mouth like he might ask for permission, but you're already closing the gap. Pressing your lips to his hungrily. He responds in kind, matching your rhythm. 

Zayne is so measured. So even. Like the soft untouched surface of freshly fallen snow, but it's only a cover. A thin lay of snow and ice revealing dark waters below. You could drown in them, You would drown in them. Get lost in that painful abyss that’s equal parts comfort and consumption. 

You feel loved in his arms. Like you might find forever in his kisses. His hands drift down your body and pull you closer, and you’re taking the initiative to grip at his sleep shirt and tug it upwards. 

He pulls away to let you pull it off him. And you're back to kissing him. Breaking away from him is to be without air, to be without warmth. 

Zayne gasps when you bite at his lip, and he’s pushing his hand into your hair to hold you more firmly. 

When Zayne pulls away, there’s a sinful string of saliva connecting you. The delicate web snapping as he draws you away from him with the hold on your hair. “There. That’s the right way, isn’t it? Tell him, love. Tell him you like it better that way.”

You gasp and nod, “I like– ah–” Zayne doesn’t let you finish because his fingers are between your legs, drawing circles around your clit and down to your fluttering hole. Never lingering too long on the sensitive nub– too much stimulation making your eyes flutter. 

Sylus is behind Zayne, pressing against his back and dragging his lips along the other man’s neck. “So good…Keep going. Show me how good you can make her feel.”

Zayne sits up a little, turning his head to the side and meeting Sylus’ gaze. “It seems like you need the practice, Sy~lus.” 

The way Zayne purrs Sylus’ name makes you clench and roll your hips against Zayne’s hand. It’s a sight that you want to imprint into your mind forever. These two beautiful, massive, dangerous men, turning their attention to you and their eyes shining with lust and affection. 

“Sylus likes to be in charge,” Zayne says to you with a smirk, “Have you ever noticed how much he likes to boss others around?”

You nod, moaning as Zayne presses one of his fingers inside you. He grunts at the resistance, and exhales through his teeth. His glazed eyes dropping down to watch the digit disappear inside you. “So tight, love. Can you even handle another?”

Your head spins with how quickly you nod, “Yes, ngh– Yes, I c-can take it. I can.”

Sylus growls from behind Zayne, “Don’t push her too hard. Don’t–”

“I’m not going to.” Zayne bites back, but pushes another finger inside you. You squeal at the slight stretch and roll your hips down onto him. 

“I want–” Sylus sounds a little breathless when he speaks, looking at Zayne like he’s waiting for permission, “I want to taste her again.”

“I heard you got plenty yesterday.” Zayne chastises coolly, staring at Sylus almost disapprovingly while he simultaneously finger fucks you into oblivion. “Maybe you should just watch.”

“N-no.” Sylus whines, and the sound of it shoots like an arrow through you. “Please, let me. Come on, kitten. You want me to lick you again, don’t you? Tell him. Tell Zayne you want me to.”

“No.” Zayne’s voice is an even command. He draws his fingers out of you and you mewl at the loss, but watch with rapt attention as he lifts his dewy digits up to Sylus, “This is what you get. You get what I give you. You’re already getting your way by me staying here. You want to taste? Then lick them clean.”

You nearly come just from his words, and feel the pool of slick beneath you grow as you watch Sylus obey without a second thought. He grabs Zayne’s wrist and pulls the fingers to his mouth, dragging his long tongue up the length of them and then drawing them into his mouth, sucking them so thoroughly the sound of it fills the room. 

  Zayne pulls his hand away. His expression is even but his cheeks and ears are red, the skin of his chest flushed a sweet strawberry blush. He’s clearly affected, twitching as Sylus claws at him to draw him into a kiss, sharing the taste of you between them.

“I’ll help you,” Sylus breathes as he pulls away, “Just let me touch her. I’ll be good, but just let me–”

Zayne snorts, “Go on then.”

With permission granted, Sylus crawls over to you, “Sweet girl, oh, you smell so good. You’re twitching with it, aren’t you? You need to be filled up. Tell me, can I kiss you, sweetheart? Can I take care of you?”

You reach out to pull him to you, as easy as guiding a paper boat across a pond. There’s no resistance to him as you pull him on top of you, drawing him into a sloppy kiss. “Yes.” You rasp against his lips, “Anything– ah. Anything, please.”

Sylus groans and grinds his clothed hips against you, “Anything? You can’t offer that to me, sweetheart. Or I’ll actually take it.”

You’re tired of waiting. Tired of touching and grinding and not enough. So, you take matters into your own hands, and push Sylus’ shoulders and twist him around. He’s too big to move unwillingly, but the way his eyes widen tells you he’s more than willing. He moves with the tiniest pressure of your hands onto his back, letting you straddle him and remove his shirt. He’s a puppeteer at the mercy of someone else’s strings, lifting his hips when you hook around the waistband of his pants and pull down. 

You’ve barely got the pants past the roundness of his ass before there are hands at your waist, squeezing you.

“Slow down.” Zayne whispers, “We have the whole day, don’t we?”

“Zayne…” You whine airly, “I don’t want to wait.”

“Neither does he.” Zayne says with a pointed glance to a panting Sylus. The white haired man’s hands are raised, as if to show Zayne he was innocent in this stripping game. Zayne chuckles softly and pulls you by the back of the neck to kiss you, and when he lets you go,  he mumbles against your lips, “Do you trust me, love?”

You nearly smack your forehead into his when you nod, and can’t help but kiss him once more. A light, soft kiss. 

“Use your mouth.” Zayne hisses into you, “And I’ll use mine.”

You’re not clear what he means but you don’t care. You’re back at the task at hand, grabbing the elastic band of Sylus’ briefs and pulling down, eager like opening a present. Too excited for the prize within to care about the wrapping. 

Sylus’ cock springs out, slapping obscenely against his stomach and he hisses through his teeth. There’s a magnetic pull to him, drawing into his aura like a moth to flame. The heat emanating from his skin is addictive, only magnified by the cool air coming from Zayne as he grabs handfuls of your hips and ass. Guiding you onto all fours in front of Sylus with your hips in the air. 

A long ragged moan leaves Sylus’ lips when you drag your tongue up his thick, monstrous cock. It’s large like the rest of him is– thick and weighty. Even as furiously hard as he is, the weight of it makes it droop against his bellybutton, twitching upwards. 

You wrap your hand around the girth of him at the base and lift it up to your lips. Kissing the tip before you press the head into your warm, wet mouth. Sylus’ hand is in your hair the instant you touch him, and his fingers tremble with the untempered desire to grip and hold. 

It’s a stretch. He barely fits into your mouth, and you nearly gag on more than one occasion, but the wrecked sounds he makes are more than enough motivation for you to press on. 

A sharp yelp shocks out of you when Zayne is at your cunt, licking a long stripe up the messy line of your sex. He’s slow and gentle, polite even as he licks at your clit and presses his tongue into you. 

A chain reaction occurs. Your squeal makes Sylus groan, gripping your hair tightly which makes your eyes cross. You’re pressing back into Zayne’s tongue without thought, only pure delirium. 

It takes effort to focus on Sylus’ cock, but he doesn’t seem to mind. When your mind starts to drip into syrupy pleasure and your movements become sloppy, Sylus seems to enjoy it. His breathing hitches and the grip on your hair tightens. 

“That’s it…” Sylus growls, beginning to guide your head up and down his length. You can feel his thundering heartbeat against your tongue. “G-gorgeous girl... So good for us. Right–ahh that’s it– Right where you belong.”

He’s stuttering through the pleasure, his hips starting to thrust up. Something in his face shifts. A curl to his upper lip that makes Zayne stop. Zayne is quick, pushing Sylus’ hand off your head and pulling you off with an arm around your chest. You gasp as you're physically removed from Sylus, a wanton whine escaping. 

Sylus chokes, caught right at the precipice of orgasm but caught off. A flash of anger crosses his eyes before sense returns to him.

“You come when I say you can.” Zayne says as he uses his hold on your waist to maneuver you. Moving you further up Sylus’ body until your chest to chest with the man. 

Zayne is kneeling behind you, his hands finding holds on the sides of your hips, and shifts you from side to side just because he can. He hums, a deep, pleased noise as he watches you and Sylus share the same breath. Both fucked out and dumb– higher functioning off and nothing but writhing, sensory beings. 

“So pretty.” Zayne coos, “Looking at you two…what a sight you make. Lean back for me, love. That’s it– press back into me.”

“You want Zayne to fuck you, sweetie?” Sylus whispers against your lips, swallowing the soft gasp you make. 

“Yes– ahn– please Zayne!” You shift back, presenting for him like a bitch in heat, “Please, please, please.”

Sylus is grinning against you as he watches over your shoulder. Zayne releases one side of your hips to hold his cock and line it up. The fat head catches on your entrance, and you keen as he slowly presses in. The stretch is sublime. Edging just on the edge of discomfort. 

Zayne is quiet– the softest hitch of his breath the only sign he’s feeling anything. But then Sylus is moving his hands to the soft globes of your ass and spreading them, pushing you back and further down onto the other man’s throbbing cock. 

A dewy moan leaves you, and Zayne chokes on the staggering sound that his chest makes. He’s only halfway in, and you’re breathlessly full, unsure whether you want to move away or further down. 

“G-god, you’re so tight. Oh. Oh, don’t move.” Zayne snaps, “I don’t want to hurt you, love, so don’t move for a second. F-fu-uuck…”

“You can handle it.” Sylus whispers in your ear, sounding nearly as wrecked as you feel, “Keep going. Take it all. Fuck, just like that. Take it. Take it. Take it.”

You’re clinging to Sylus as Zayne presses in, coaxed deeper and deeper by needy movements of your hips. Completely surrounded by the two of them and every sense is overwhelmed. 

Sylus swallows your cries as Zayne begins to move, slow and steady.

When Zayne finally bottoms out, he grips the curve of your waist almost too tightly, pulling you back ever firmer against him, but he’s already as deep as he can possibly get. His hips pressed against your ass, and his cock tucked snugly against your cervix. 

It’s almost painful, but it dissolves into feathery pleasure when Sylus kisses you through it, muttering sweet words of praise and moving his hand to rub little circles on your clit. 

Your orgasm is fast approaching and Zayne’s barely moved. 

“O-oh fuck!” You squeal, nails digging into Sylus’ shoulder, “More, please, more!”

Zayne pounds into you. Long, hard thrusts that make stars sparkle behind your eyes. The sinful squelch of your slick and the slap of his hips is a symphony. It’s hard, and it’s lovely, and it’s perfect. 

You’re unable to keep kissing Sylus, mouth open and gasping for breath. He’s smiling– a wild, feral smile.

And a horrible thought occurs to you. Horrible only for your self-preservation and your sanity, but so so good for that depraved whore inside you. 

“B-b-both.” You stutter out between breaths. Zayne slows down, giving you half a second to find your voice. “I want both. Both please.”

Zayne’s cock throbs inside you, pressing against that sensitive spot deep in your core that makes you clench. Sylus looks a little lost, his face slackening in rapt eagerness.

“You sure, sweetheart? You want me to fuck you too? Think I’ll fit in your pretty little pussy?” Sylus bites your lower lip and groans, “Oh sweetie, come here.”

Zayne groans, and moves with you, never pulling out as you shift down to lay against Sylus’ chest, your breasts pressed into his face which he wastes no time nipping at. 

“This isn’t–” Zayne hisses, “She needs more prep.”

“She’s so determined, Zayne.” Sylus argues, shifting to press the head of his cock to the stretched rim of your hole. The instant he adds pressure you’re sure it won’t fit, but Sylus’ eyes are glazing over and his jaw is falling open. Practically drooling. “Let her try. Let my sweet girl try. She’ll feel so good, won’t she? I want to be inside her with you.”

Zayne’s hips thrust forward of their own accord, the most ragged moan yet leaving his dry lips. Sylus is pressing in tightly, and the stretch is unreal. He’s barely got half the head in and you're sure you’ll split in two, but god what a way to go. What a perfect death. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whimper, “Oh god, it’s too much. Don’t stop. Ah! Don’t stop!”

“You’re mine, sweet girl. You’re ours.” Sylus snarls, hips pushing up into you, and the fat head of his cock slips in with a wet squelch. “Take us both. Take it so fucking  good for us.”

“Oh love,” Zayne’s back is pressed against yours, his voice in your ear and it's such a contrast to the depravity in Sylus’. “You feel so divine. You’re doing so well. So well. Yes. Yes, ngh.”

It’s ages before Sylus is all the way in, and there are tears shimmering down your face when he finally bottoms out. The two of them nestled within, swallowed by delicious friction. Divine death is the vice of your cunt and the slide of their cocks against each other. 

Zayne stays still while Sylus moves. There’s too much violent energy in the white haired man for him to stay still any longer. Long, slow thrusts and he’s barely half a dozen glides inside when you're clenching, vibrating on the precipice. 

“Oh fuck I’m gonna–” You choke, hips jerking and making the pair inside you groan in unison. “I’m gonna come. Please. Please, please. Oh god– you feel so good. Don’t leave. Don’t leave me please.”

“I’m not gonna last,” Zayne bites into your shoulder softly, “Come on, love. Come around us. Let me feel it. Yes, yes.”

“Not going anywhere, sweetheart. You just hold onto me. I’ll stay inside forever if you let me. Yeah, fuck. That’s it, come for me. Come for us.” Sylus’ fingertips dig into your flesh, and your mind is struck with the sudden feeling of loss. There’s a lack of digging. A lack of points at the tips of his fingers. Where did they go?

You’re coming before you can debate that odd sensation. Tipped over the edge into writhing oblivion and crying out. Gushing around their cocks and soaking the bed sheets below. 

Your peak is a trigger, firing off the other two in rapid succession. Zayne thrusts up once and then twice and you can feel the throb of him when he comes, pressing his face into any skin he can reach and panting for breath. 

Sylus snarls like an animal lurching forward to latch his mouth and teeth onto the junction of your shoulder as his cock jumps, slamming to the hilt inside you– slickened by the other man’s come leaking out. It’s filthy, and his teeth dig into your skin so sharply your vision blanks. 

They come down from their highs in different ways. Zayne slowly rolls his hips, relaxing like the unwinding of a tightened spring— easy and slow. Relishing in the afterglow and the slick heat of your pussy around him. 

Sylus is a serrated blade. Fucking up into you with sharp half-thrusts and pushing the mixture of their come deeper and deeper. He growls through it, keeping himself clawing into the sensations for as long as he possibly can. Breathing harshly and lapping his tongue against the bite mark he left behind. 

Your body protests any movement, and you’re not ready to let go of them just yet. So you let your head rest on Sylus’ shoulder and focus on the full feeling of them both inside you. How did that even happen? How did they both fit?

Zayne runs a hand up your spine. A gentle caress, “Shh, relax love. Let me–” He’s pulling out, and the drag has you keening, twitchy in aftershocks and then left horrifically empty. 

You turn to Sylus and he kisses you mushily, “I’m not going anywhere, kitten.” He whispers, “Let me stay for a minute, yeah? Let me feel you for just a bit longer.”

Zayne is gone and back but your mind is still filled with rose cotton. He’s got a water bottle in his hands that he presses to your lips. You drink a few swallows and then collapse back onto Sylus. 

“A lazy day, then?” Zayne asks with an affectionate shake of his head. 

Sylus’ laugh vibrates against you, “I’m feeling particularly lazy now.”

You giggle softly and shift to get more comfortable on top of Sylus, “I hope you don’t blame me if I slack off today, right Zayne? I’ll be sure to catch up on cleaning tomorrow.”

Zayne sits down next to you on the bed and brushes his hand through your hair, “Don’t worry about any of it. Perhaps we should revisit the contract again.”

You sigh and shake your head, “Not happening. I have a job to do, and I’m going to do it.”

“Even if I ask you nicely?” Zayne’s smirking when he teases you, and you reach up to poke his cheek. “We can talk about it later, if you ask me nicely.”

[slowdrawl]

Whiskey and Want |dbf!Joel x f!reader|

| 18+ MINORS DNI | {series masterlist}

Chapter 10: Dirty Laundry | wordcount |4k| {TLOU AU, modern-ish, no outbreak, Sarah lives!}

| a/n | our girl is spiraling, joel is spiraling, everything is getting sloppier and riskier. this one's a slow descent ... hope you like messy. sorry this took a while, I've been putting it off idk.

“I think we should talk about what we’re fuckin’ doing.”

reader uses she/her pronouns and has hair. no major physical descriptions of the reader. no use of y/n but has the nickname Bird, Birdie, etc. reader has a backstory chapter warnings under the cut.

Warnings/tags: 18+ only, minors DNI, SMUT, phone call tension, Joel being absolutely unhinged, dry humping/grinding, fingering, oral (f!receiving), possessive Joel, protective Joel, guilt, lying, gaslighting (lightly lol), Tommy being a menace, blackmail threats, risky sex, voyeurism mentions, emotional damage, slow-burn spiraling, power imbalance, reader gets overwhelmed, mild panic attack, heavy foreshadowing.. series warnings after the fic.

Your phone buzzes on the table. You turn your head. 'Dad' flashes on the screen, an incoming call.

Fuck me, not now.

Joel’s lips curl, and something more sinister floods his pupils, something wicked. “Answer it, Bird.”

You hesitate, breath hitching. Two fingers slide down through your seam, barely dipping into the pool of slick settled between your thighs. He plunges them in, rough, and growls—really fucking growls.

“Answer the phone.”

He moves his mouth down to the mark on your collar and bites, sucking hard for only a second before he moves off you entirely, leaving you feeling empty. He reaches down to the table, grabs your phone, and hits accept with the slide of one of his fingers, still wet from you. You swallow hard. “Hey Dad, how’s Dallas?” Joel slips one hand back down, landing heavy on your thigh. “It’s been a nightmare, Bird. Shouldn’t be too much longer, hopefully,” his voice is tired. “You holdin’ up alright? Gary texted me last night, said Joel n’ Tommy were at each other's throats.”

You wipe your palms on the cushion, then put the phone on speaker and place it behind you on the arm of the couch with shaking hands. 

There’s simply no way in hell you’ll be able to keep your breathing steady enough for your dad to stay oblivious to what’s happening in his living room right now. You’re sure he’d be able to hear your heart beating through the phone.

Joel grins and trails his fingers back to the fabric between your thighs. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, mouth right beside your ear, cooing, “You gonna let me touch you while you talk to your daddy?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Fine. Lazy morning.” Joel shifts down the couch, sliding off the cushions and onto his knees in front of you, quiet and deliberate. “Same old shit, you know them. Tom was drunk, and didn’t want to go home, it was stupid.”

Your dad just hums on the other end and continues, “Sounds like it was more than that. Gary said Joel decked him. What really happened, Bird?”

You’re trying to pay attention to the conversation your dad is having with you. You really are. But all of your attention is stuck on Joel. He grabs your hand and coaxes you to sit up, spinning you so you’re seated properly.

Your breath hitches as he drops down closer, placing both of his big hands on the tops of your thighs. Your fingers scramble for something to hold. Fabric, skin, anything—you come up empty.

“Just a dumb fight, Dad. Tommy pissed him off… you know how they get,” you manage, voice a little shaky. Joel pulls your shorts down, forcing a gasp out of you. He reaches his hand to your mouth, silencing you for just a moment.

Your dad sighs, slow and heavy. “You sure that’s all it was?”

Joel pushes your legs open, his palms firm but gentle, grounding. You barely nod, phone just behind you. His breath is hot and damp between your thighs.

“Yeah,” you choke out, voice thin, fluttery. “I’m sure.”

Your dad pauses. “You okay? You sound kinda…off.”

Joel hums against your inner thigh. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from making a sound. His mouth is warm, stubble rough, lips dragging slow.

“M’fine,” you whisper, barely audible, praying the phone’s mic doesn’t catch the quiver in your voice. “Just woke up from a nap, tired.”

He pulls back, just enough to glance up at you, eyes gleaming. He mouths, ‘liar’, and presses a kiss to your knee like he’s proud of himself.

“Alright,” your dad says, still unconvinced. “Well... I should be home by tomorrow night. You need anything, just call.” he sighs on the other end of the phone, “and stay away from Tommy till I get back. I fuckin’ mean it.”

Joel’s tongue slides between your folds, dragging upwards. Once he reaches your clit he hovers there, looks you dead in the eyes as he starts to flick his tongue. You slap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. He groans, low and deep, muffled by your thighs clenching around his head. His movements are slow, and purposeful, like he’s savoring you.

“I will,” you whisper. “Love you Dad.”

“Love you most,” your dad replies, and the line clicks dead.

The moment the call ends, you reach behind you to make sure he’s gone. Then drop the phone onto the floor like it’s burned you. Your body is trembling, skin prickling with sweat, dripping down your back, behind your knees.

But Joel doesn’t stop.

His mouth is relentless. Tongue flattening, curling, sucking against your clit like he’s trying to brand you with it. You’re already shaking, thighs locked, moaning his name like it’s a secret slipping out over and over again. “You really just let me do that,” he mutters, voice muffled still, reverent. “While your daddy was on the phone”

You can’t even speak. You just reach down and bury your fingers in his hair, yanking hard, hips rolling without a shred of shame.

“You’re a sick fuck,” you gasp.

He laughs into you, dark and smug. “Maybe I am” he hums, “I think you fuckin’ love it though.”

Your hands are still tangled in his hair, tugging, trembling. He lets rock against his mouth, you’re grinding down onto him like he’s some kind of altar. Something sacred to press your sins into. His eyes are closed, brows furrowed in concentration. He looks content, focused, and determined.

“Joel—fuck, I’m gonna come” He opens his eyes and looks up at you, half-lidded, pupils blown. He lets off of you just long enough to say, “Yeah baby? You wanna come on my tongue?”

He groans against you, the sound rough and wrecked, and it tips you over the edge. “Let me feel you then, I’ve got you.”

It rips through you fast. Sharp and wild. Your whole body twitching, back arching, breath stuttering as you come undone. He holds you there, mouth still locked to you, swallowing every wave of it, dragging it out of you until you’re gasping and trying to squirm away from him.

He doesn’t let you.

“Joel,” you whimper, voice cracked open. “Too much”

He finally pulls back, lips shiny with you, and looks up.

Smirking. Ruined. Eyes dark as night, pupils blown.

“I’ll never get tired of that.” he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like he’s tasting victory. “You’re so… so fuckin’ pretty, angel.” Something flutters in your chest when he says it. You’re still sprawled on the edge of the couch, legs slack and vibrating. You’re still panting. But your head is spinning with a cocktail of guilt and relief and something too big to name right now.

He climbs up your body, planting kisses up your stomach, between your breasts, over the hickey he left earlier. You feel him hard against your thigh. Still in his jeans. Still holding back.

“You didn’t—”

He cuts you off with a kiss, lazy and deep.

“Ain’t about that,” he says, nuzzling into your neck. “You needed it. I could fuckin’ feel it radiating off you.” He sits down beside you leaning back into the cusion, head tilted with a lazy grin stretched across his flushed face. He’s looking at you like he didn’t just tongue you through a panic attack, then he just reaches for his coffee again like he’s in a goddamn Folgers commercial.

You swallow hard, blinking up at the ceiling.

“I shouldn’t have let you,” you say.

He stiffens, his face twists into something you havent seen. It’s like he doesn’t know how to react to you being the one to pull away. He looks hurt, maybe even scared.

You look at him. “I wanted to. That’s not what I mean. But. My dad. Sarah. Tommy. That fucking picture.”

Joels’ brows furrow, he looks at you confused now.

“What picture.” “Oh, fuck. I forgot to tel—” “Tell me what.” He says, voice stern, cutting you off. You lean over and grab your phone off the hardwood. You tap the screen awake and put your password in before tossing the phone on Joel’s lap. You watch him clench his teeth, you see the anger radiate right up his neck, flushing the tips of his ears. The air changes. Charges. “I’ll deal with it, don’t worry.” He says, turning your phone off. You don’t believe him, but you want to.

You both just sit there in the silence, the air still thick with everything that just happened, what you saw. The living room still smells like coffee and sweat and Joel.

You tug your shorts back up, thighs still trembling, skin sticky from where he kissed you, not meeting his eyes.

“I think we should talk about what we’re fuckin’ doing” you mumble.

Joel exhales. Loud. He sits up and grabs his mug off the table.

“Yeah, probably” he says. “But not today.” You nod, even though you’re unsure of what you’re agreeing to.

Not today.

You try to sit up, gather your thoughts. Don’t succeed at either.

He nudges your foot with his knee. “So,” he says casually, like he doesn’t still taste you. Like the air didn’t just turn cold. “We gonna talk about Sarah’s party or just keep nearly getting caught in your dad’s living room?”

You blink at him. “Now? That’s your segue?”

“Timing’s everything, kid,” he mutters around a sip, then leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “She’s gonna be back Sunday. We got what? Less than a week? I was thinkin’ we could do something small, nothin’ stupid. Grillin’, music, just her people. You gonna help out or what?”

You nod, still a little dazed. “Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

He watches you, serious now. “You okay?”

You want to say yes. You want to say no. Instead, you curl your legs up onto the couch and mumble, “Tommy has a photo of you. Through the fuckin’ window. And you seem pretty chill about it.”

Joel freezes. The silence slams back into the room.

“I’m not. He’s a fuckin’ creep for it, but I’ll handle it” he mutters eventually, setting the mug down hard enough to clink. “You tell anyone about it?”

“No, who the fuck would I tell, when would I have had time?.”

He scrubs a hand over his face. “I’ve got it under control.”

That’s all he says about it.

He stands, stretching with a grunt, bones cracking like firewood. He grabs his flannel from the back of the couch, shrugs it on over your dads stolen Grizzlies tee.

“I’m gonna go grab groceries and a case of beer or two. Make sure everything’s stocked before your dad rolls in.” He pauses. “If you hear from him, let me know. I don’t want him thinkin’ I’m avoidin’ him.”

You nod again, too many thoughts swimming in your brain. Joel leans over, and kisses your forehead like it’s second nature. Like it’s nothing. Like he didn’t just fingerfuck you through a speakerphone call with his best friend.

“Be back soon, Birdie.”

The door shuts behind him. He’s gone.

And you sit there trying to decide if your hands are shaking from what just happened—or maybe from what’s bound to.

The room’s still warm from him. Smells like him. You can hear the rumble of his truck fade down the street.

You stare at the coffee table. His mug. Your phone. A crumpled napkin. The weight of what just happened is still heavy in your chest, but it’s not the only thing making it hard to breathe.

You scan the room paranoid. That Joel’s still there, that Tommy’s around the corner. That your dad’s home. Your eyes land on something near the base of the stairs.You spot it suddenly near the base of the stairs. Joel’s flask, right where it must’ve rolled last night. How the hell didn’t you see it earlier? Shiny. Innocent-looking. But it’s not. It’s damning. It’s evidence. You forgot about it until now, and your heart kicks.

You leap off the couch and scoop it up fast, fingers fumbling. You hesitate for a second—where the hell should you put it? The coffee table drawer? No, too obvious. You end up tucking it into the drawer in the entryway table. The one with old keys and batteries and ballpoint pens that don’t work. Out of sight, not out of mind. You’ll deal with it later.

You’re still buzzing, brain moving in five directions at once. The picture. Tommy. Joel’s mouth on you, his name on yours. Your dad’s voice in your ear. Joel leaving like nothing happened. Again.

Your fingers twitch around your phone.

You call the only person who won’t judge you—at least not out loud.

Karlie picks up on the second ring. “Babe! Oh thank God, what the hell happened? Liam said there was blood, and Tommy was loaded, and—”

“I’m so fucked,” you blurt out.

She pauses. “Okay. Start from the top.”

You drag your knees up onto the couch and curl around yourself. “Joel and Tommy got into it. At the bar. Over me.”

“Oh my fucking GOD.”

“Yeah. And now I’m…” you groan, covering your face. “I’m fucked. I’m fucking Joel”

“WHAT.”

“I know.”

She’s practically screaming through the phone, “You mean like, you’re fucking-fucking Joel… or like you kissed him and now you’re spiraling?”

“Fucking-fucking. Well… yeah no I am. It’s worse somehow. It’s like... fuck, Karlie, it’s so bad. It’s so good, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I like him”

You explain everything. Him taking you home the other night, how he kissed you. The broken A/C. The barfight. The fallout. The couch. The fucking call with your dad. Joel taking your dads shirt. Tommy’s picture.

Karlie’s quiet for a second. Then, “Okay. First of all? That’s insane. Like, Jersey Shore insane. Second? Are you okay, baby?”

You nod, even though she can’t see it. “I don’t know. I think so. But he. Joel left. Again. Said he had to go get groceries like this is normal. Like it’s fine.”

Karlie exhales. “Okay, well. You need to breathe. He’s still gone?”

“Yeah. For now.”

“Good. Clean yourself and the house up. Burn the place down. I don’t know. Just—don’t let your fucking dad find anything.”

You glance at the table again. The coffee mugs. The air still thick with sweat and adrenaline. The drawer by the stairs hiding a very stupid, very incriminating silver flask. Why didn’t I put it somewhere smarter? Like under my mattress, or buried in the fuckin’ yard? 

Fuck

Too late.

You hear a car engine outside. You freeze.

Karlie’s still talking, but you can’t hear her.

You crawl to the window and peek through the blinds. A familiar shape. Familiar headlights.

Your dad’s home. “Too late.” You hang up.

Everything inside you goes very, very still.

He’s early.

And he wasn’t supposed to be.

He’s onto you.

//// Kev grips the wheel tighter than he probably needs to. He left Dallas just after lunch, didn’t even tell the crew goodbye, didn’t bother finishing the coffee he’d let go cold on the hotel nightstand. Just packed the truck and hit the road like something was chasing him. Or like he was chasing something he couldn’t name.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe he’s just been gone too long. Maybe he just misses his house. His bed. His kid. So he drove the three hours home like the place was on fire. There was just something about her voice this morning. That pause. That breath she took before answering. The way she didn’t say Joel’s name when she mentioned the fight.

Tommy and Joel, at each other’s throats at Sam’s. That’s what Gary had said. Over something personal. She was there with him. Joel threw the first punch, which didn’t sit right with him. Joel didn’t start shit. Not unless he was pushed too far.

And Tommy, well—fucking Tommy’s been an asshole since high school.

Still, he’s never liked being out of town when things go sideways. And something is fucking sideways. He just doesn’t know how bad.

He shifts in the seat, thumb tapping the steering wheel as he turns onto his street, every instinct in him pacing like a caged dog. He raised her, he knows when she’s lying. He knows when something’s wrong.

And something feels wrong.

He pulls into the driveway. Joel’s truck isn’t there. That should ease his mind. It should. It desn’t.

He cuts the engine, grabs the pizza box from the passenger seat—extra cheese, her favorite. He climbs the porch steps. The door’s unlocked. Not unusual, but still, it makes his gut tighten.

He tells himself to relax.

But his hand lingers on the doorknob just a second longer than usual.

He steps inside. ////

The front door creaks open and your stomach drops straight through the floor.

You fumble to set your phone down, Karlie’s voice still buzzing on speaker, but you barely hear it over the sudden spike in your pulse. You swipe the screen to hang up and toss the phone face-down on the couch just as your dad steps through the doorway, pizza box in hand.

You freeze. Hold your breath. Like if you don’t move maybe he won’t see it on you.

He glances around the room, eyes sweeping from the couch to the table to the stairs. His expression is calm, but it’s the kind of calm that sits on top of suspicion like a lid on a boiling pot. You force yourself to smile.

“Hey,” you say, trying to sound surprised, not panicked. “Y’all wrap up early?”

He exhales like he’s been holding it in since Fort Worth. “Didn’t like the vibe you gave me this morning. Thought I’d make it back for dinner.”

You nod, arms crossed tight. “What do you mean by that?”

“Didn’t feel like waiting.”

He walks into the kitchen, looking around slowly like he’s investigating. He opens the fridge without looking at you again. The pizza lands on the counter. You sit back down, try to blend into the cushions like you’ve been there all day, just not getting eaten out by his bestie.

“Everything good?” he asks, tone too casual.

“Yeah,” you lie, eyes on your knees. “Just caught up on laundry. Talked to Karlie for a bit.”

He grabs a beer, cracks it open with one hand. “Joel been by today?”

You hesitate. Only for a second—but you know it’s too long. You shake your head. “No. Probably with Tommy or something.”

“After the shit they pulled last night?”

You shrug, twisting your fingers in your lap. “Maybe they made up. I don’t know.”

Before he could probe further, the sound of Joel’s truck rolling up the driveway cut in like a blade.

You jump up, moving fast toward the window. Sure enough, he’s out there, striding up to the porch with his flannel wide open, the fucking Grizzlies logo on your dads shirt bold as hell against his chest.

Your stomach twists. You finally make eye contact through the glass, panic written all over your face. You mouth, ‘do it up.’

Joel blinks, then thankfully, he catches on. He starts buttoning the flannel. Quick, getting it most of the way up before the front door opens.

He steps inside like nothing’s wrong, just another night. Six-pack of Bud in one hand and a grocery bag in the other. “Hey man!” he says, smooth and easy. “Wasn’t sure if you’d be back yet.”

Your dad turns, eyes dropping to Joel’s chest. His brows pinch. “Is that my—” he starts, but stops himself when Joel looks genuinely confused. He doesn’t finish the sentence, just studies the logo peeking above the top button, then lets it go.

Joel holds up the beer like a peace offering. “Figured I’d stock the fridge, make sure everything’s set for Sarah’s party. Birdie and I were talkin’ about ideas earlier.”

Your dad’s jaw tightens slightly. “Earlier today?”

Joel shakes his head, casual as hell. “Nah, when you left.” She mentioned maybe planning to do something lowkey. I stayed a minute after fixin’ the AC, remember?”

You nod quickly, jumping in on the lie. “Yeah. That was it.”

Dad doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t look convinced either.

Joel steps further inside, heading toward the kitchen with a grocery bag slung over one wrist. “Cool if I wash up?”

Your dad jerks his chin in a half-nod. “You know where the can is.”

Joel disappears upstairs, and you exhale the breath you’ve been holding. Your dad’s still watching the stairs when he opens the fridge again, unloading the groceries one by one. Upstairs, you hear drawers opening, a closet creak. He must be changing. Hiding the evidence.

You sit back down, trying to act like nothing’s wrong. Like everything’s fine. Like Joel didn’t pin you to the goddamn couch earlier.

A few minutes go by, and Joel comes back down still in the flannel, but now it’s hanging over one of your old oversized t-shirts. Plain, clean. Safe. The Grizzlies shirt? Gone.

Your dad doesn’t look at him. He just grabs a slice of pizza and leans back in his chair.

“Think Sarah’s gonna lose her mind over a party,” he asks.

Joel grins, settling beside him. “That’s the idea.”

They fall into talk, half-hearted and easy. You tune it out, eyes flicking to the stairs.

Up there, the laundry pile sits by the bedroom door. At the very top. Black cotton, teal print.

You don’t know if Joel folded it or just tossed it back up there, but it’s right fucking there.

And when your dad finally stands and stretches, heading down the hall to toss his travel clothes into the laundry basket, you already know how this ends.

There’s a pause.

Then. “I don’t remember wearin’ this.”

You go still, ice flooding your veins.

Dad walks back into the living room, holding the Grizzlies shirt in his hand. Joel’s eyes flick to it once, then away.

Your dad narrows his eyes, quiet.

But he doesn’t say a word.

Just drops the shirt on the entryway table. He walks into the kitchen and grabs a new beer from the fridge without looking at either one of you. He strolls back in. Sits back down.

Watching Joel the whole time he chews. Slow.

And Joel? Doesn’t flinch.

Dad leans back in his chair, cracking the beer like the tension in the room isn’t thick enough to choke on.

“Some jackass in Dallas tried to put gutters in backward,” he mutters. “Swear to God. Downspouts pointing up. Whole system was dumping water back into the walls. Had the nerve to tell me it ‘looked cleaner that way.’”

Joel snorts. “You fix it?”

Dad shrugs. “Told him I’d fix it after I fire his contractor. Guy looked like he wanted to cry.”

Joel chuckles, low in his chest. “World’s full of fuckin’ dumbasses.”

“Damn straight,” he mutters, taking a long sip. He glances at Joel, then at you, like he’s chewing on something else—but he lets it sit. For now.

Joel stands finally. He turns to you and says “I’ll swing back tomorrow. We’ll go over the rest of the party stuff then. Okay kiddo?” Your throat goes tight, anger, anxiety. Mostly anger. Kiddo? You have got to be fucking joking.

Your dad looks over at him and nods once. “See you tomorrow, thanks for the beers man.”

Joel meets your eyes. Brief. Gone in a blink.

Then he’s at the door, pulling it open like he hasn’t just danced through landmines all afternoon. His boots hit the porch, the door clicks shut behind him, and his truck rumbles to life a minute later, then shuts off quickly as he parks next door.

Your dad doesn’t ask you questions anymore. Doesn’t bring back up the bar. He doesn’t mention the shirt. But the look in his eyes tells you he’s onto you both.

series warnings!!! fluff, smut, angst,unprotected p-in-v (please wrap it up), f/m masturbation, fingering, large but legal age-gap (joel is in 40's reader is in mid 20's), size kink?, choking, pervy!obsessive!joel, pervy!mean!Tommy, grinding, spit, cumplay, possessive/rough sex, praise, sex on the phone, drinking/smoking, strong language, sneakin around, lowkey obsessive and reckless Joel, blackmail, competency kink, risky sex, infidelity/implied, semi-public sex, breeding kink lowkey, overstimulation, a tiny bit of coercion, dirty talk, oops its a creampie, brief mentions of grief and implied suicide, Tommy is a jerk in this one, guilt and betrayal, bar-fights @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @brittmb115 @mystickittytaco @your-nightmaredoll @leenieweenie12 @orodaeh @jokesonthem

[mekanikaltrifle]

I had this very experience with the infamous 'housecoat poll', where I used two UK English variant names for a particular garment worn within the house, often when feeling lazy or in pyjamas, or after a bath. It was meant for like at max 10 people, most of whom would be using UK English. And it blew up. Many non USAmericans responded with their own local version of the name, and that was cool! Canadians even responded pretty politely, which was nice. But the yanks. Most responses from them were anything from the smarmy warrior cats meme, to acting like anything other than 'robe' or 'bathrobe' was illiteracy, to outright mockery. One or two folks even (probably-jokingly) claimed they wanted to 'beat the British out of OP', i.e me. Now, if they had any idea, they'd know that calling a Scottish person British or English is very likely to be at least a faux-pas, if not generally offensive by itself, but the aggression and threatening attitudes genuinely got upsetting. Ended up getting hatemail over it, too. The worst bit about it all is that if you respond with a 'don't talk to me like this', you're likely to be met with the same aggression that they'd been dishing out for no good reason in the tags. It could have been avoided by simply googling the words 'dressing gown' or 'housecoat' and finding out they're just words from a different version of English than that of the majority.

im american and i knew that like in kindergarten so i think some of you are just stupid sorry

[derocatem]

Y Si Fuera Ellos || Anaxa

summary: one last night, together, have let your life to change in more ways than you could ever expect.

content warnings | smut + angst + fluff (minors dni), chubby reader, genderfluid reader (reader have both vagina and penis in this (could be read as afab with a (magical) strap or intersex), switch top reader, reader is a scholar alongside Anaxa, Anaxa and reader are in established relationship already and their relationship developed is showed in bits and pieces, intersex Anaxa (praise dear Cerces for it), switch bottom Anaxa, mentions of 3.0 to 3.2 information and POSSIBLE spoilers for ahead versions (?), reader and anaxa spends quality time together (bathing, studying together, ect.), breast play, body worship, fingering, receiving + giving handjobs, piv sex, missionary sex, passionate + emotional sex, rough sex, overstimulation, supernatural male pregnancy and non explicit birth mentioned but not described, body horror in a way(?), death, original child oc, family and domestic life + possible more (?)…

a/n - #1 “magical” strap is a strap that is worn by afab individuals and mimics dick, can produce cum and you could feel it like it’s connected to your body (pls i don’t want to elaborate more you get it 💔)

#2 - i tried to give all important details but not to spoil anything too much, please say if i should tag something 🙏

#3 - it’s very bad, i haven’t written in a long while i just wanted to write something for my man coming out today

“Was it all worth it?”

“Every single second of it? Was it?”

You ponder on that question again in your own mind when you remember…everything, this usually happens not too regularly yet not quite irregular either, once in a while if you have to actually think about it when you’re free that these days don't really happen often but it’s okay.

As harsh sun of the eternal land landed upon you early this morning through the open window, much to your energy barely made you to flip around in the bed like a lazy teenager as your hand pulled onto the thin curtains and pulled them lightly as you now definitely used all of your energy to flip back around onto your stomach and close your eyes just for a moment longer as you thought to yourself”

“Was it worth it?”

.

“If you think that you are not worth it, why would you be here in the first place? You must be either really dumb or really stubborn to not give up?”

Anaxagoras spoke, his tone factual and full as he looked at you, his gaze unwavering as he clearly mentally judged you for whatever reason that you clearly can’t even remember how long passed since then. Your first meeting. A year older yet so far away from you in studies that it made you believe that you won’t ever finish. Much to your horror back then, you were forced to work on many experiments and projects in the Grove together due similarly to your courses that you shared together. Now it brings you a small smile as you now noticed some things that you didn't back then.

It was kind of adorable how he started looking out for you, you could actually give a decent argument to his question and express your support to his…blasphemous comments and started arguing with others scholars about gods that you held so dear to your heart when you were a child yet…sky is fake, isn’t it? you know that now really well.

Even when you started actually getting more confident and understanding of all knowledge around you as your studies progressed, you got comfortable in getting uncomfortable and getting out of your comfort zone of comfort that you actually started…being able to actually explore your own ideas and experiences.

By the end of the academic days, you and Anaxa just like…silently understood that you understood each other’s minds much better than others could ever. Even that memory of when you were doing the research, the fleeting touches and comforting night spent looking at each other’s faces longer than supposed to when you should study were clear to both, last your of your academic studies, first kiss finally came as they finally sit too close to each other’s, your head on his shoulder before looking at him with those eyes and fuck, why are trying to tug on strings of his heart.

Even when you guys had your first time together after you both graduated and got accepted back into the groove as the staff members. It makes you chuckle now that you know that you were both virgins AND having unprotected intercorse? Were you trying to procreate so quickly or?

Jokes aside, youth madness as people would say it, isn’t it?

“Was it worth it?”

.

Your smile faltered just a bit as you remembered the time that Anaxa got the information that he’s supposed to be next crysos heir for titan of reason, the future is making fun of you isn’t it?

Though it might be a selfish thing, you couldn’t help to feel like…you haven’t deserved such a thing? You were young and in love, sometimes even crying to yourself when you knew that he accepted it. In back of your selfish part of yourself, you wanted him to yourself.

He is yours, isn’t he? Your partner, someone who lays in the bed next to you late at night, stargaze together as you hopelessly daydream about your future together and someone that actually likes to bottom instead of top? you found yourself a perfect person to co-exist till the end.

Your smile falters a bit more when he starts…changing. Physically changing at least, that void that started forming on his chest and other parts of his body like cracks in the ground, chipping away from him as endless greenish void continued showing, growing as you could only partially rest your head on his chest deep in night as you curled around him like a needy child, craving a reminder that he’s still next to you.

Amused dry chuckle left your lips as you thought about the star-shaped hole in his chest…you loved to tease him about it in more ways than one.

When your fingers danced around his chest as you rode him almost silly. When his hair was sprayed on the pillow around his head, almost like a halo as his reddish blue eyes could barely hold eye contact with you before rolling back to back of his head from the pleasure of your walls squeezing around his girth. His eyes always turned a bit more to red, his natural eye color when he was with you. You always bring out his human side so selfishly, so greedily making him crave you like a forbidden fruit from the finest lands that galaxy could ever offer. Making him love yet hate mornings that you wake up next to him, beautiful like a dream as your head rests on his chest, your voice still heavy with sleep as you speak, your eyes glossy as you look up at him and hold him closer to your heart.

“Was it worth it?”

.

Your expression now neutral your eyes slightly opened, glancing at the nothing in particular as you remembered that…time. Last time actually. Last time you got to hold body of your beloved in your hands selfishly.

You knew very well what Anaxa planned. You weren’t a dummy, maybe not an crysos heir but your endless nights full of reading and learning history made you understand clues and read through the actions that made you understand what your partner was meaning to do.

Even Cerces—…or rather Calypso were now residing inside your partner’s body like she found it, a corpse that is now used for keeping her alive gave you a little privacy for your own sake. She might be the titan of reason but she also loved, now dead titan of love, her beloved one.

*

Resting against Anaxa’s body you bathe together, your fingers gently brushing through his hair you washed his hair from behind him. Tips of your fingers rubbing through hair and massaging his scalp before rinsing it off. luke warm water softly splashing against the walls of the bathtub as you moved when washing each other’s bodies, innocently appreciating the beauty of the human body together as you guided his head to rest between your breasts when you finished, deciding to spend some more time together here. Your lips pressed against his scalp as your fingers slowly moved from his hands to forearms, then his upper arms and shoulders as you gently squeezed and worshiped skin underneath your fingertips.

After it your hands slowly circled around to his front as you lowered your head and started pressing light, butterfly kisses on back oh his neck as your fingers went over the length of his neck, feeling up his adam's apple before brushing his collar bones softly before going over his chest and stopping against now slightly prominent ribs, one hand rubbed over his ribs as other went up and cupped one of his breasts, gently rubbing it as a soft noise slipped through his mouth but he decided to stay silent and let you continue your little ministration. You hummed against his neck, you pressed lingering kisses on his neck as that hand that lingered went towards the crack in his chest before two of your fingers slowly slipped into the void.

Moan slipped his lips as his head lulled back on your shoulder, letting you press more open mouth kisses against his skin as your fingers slowly slipped in and out of his chest, making him practically whimper as your hand found its way over his stomach towards between his legs, your hand softly grabbing his cock as you give a few experimental squeezes around the shaft and head before pumping it up and down, letting him feel a bit of the pleasure of act of pleasure that usually happens between you.

You decided to tease him, after just a bit you slowly pulled away your hands from his body as you pulled out the plug of the drain as you turned his head towards you and gave you a dirty look while looking like a wet cat. You giggled before kissing him apologetically before helping each other out of the bath and you two didn’t even bother to put on the clothes as you entered your shared room together.

“Sun” was slowly setting down on the city as you two stared at it wordlessly before you took a step closer to him, taking his hands into yours as you pulled his body against yours together as you rested your forehead against his for a long moment.

Your breast pressed against his, soft tummy resting against his stomach and his cock slightly twitching as it brushed against your thigh. His own hands slowly followed almost the exact same route that you did, slightly rough tips of fingers caressing your skin like it’s a sacred thing, gently rolling mounds of your breast between his fingers and brushing though rolls of your back gently, rubbing your thighs and squeezing around your hips and waist as you own body got excited from his touch.

After a shared kiss, you took the lead as you guided him towards the bed before making you face him as you got a hold of his butt, squeezing it before lowering your beloved into the sheets. Your lips quickly found his as you two made out.

You pulled back as you started at the beautiful man underneath you, your hands gently spread his legs as shifted between them, your fingers rubbing over the length of his things as you spoke as you lowered yourself down, kissing down his stomach and slowly pulling down as your lips pressed a few lingering kisses over the length of his already erected cock before gently probing against the hole underneath his cock before slowly inserting your fingers in, drawing a moan from him as you lifted yourself back, fingering him slowly before picking up the peace.

“I-wish for you to stay here with me, very much so, y’know?”

You spoke, your voice neutral and light but a hint of genuine emotion in your voice as you worked him open. There was always an elephant in the room, even when you don’t address it. Always looming over both, especially the last 14 days since he betrayed Crisos Heirs and seemingly joined the Council of Elders, you know it wasn’t the complete truth yet you know the real reasons why he did it, you could only put hope and faith in his experiments. He will die in the end either way.

“It’s a selfish thing, I'm aware, but it’s still a wish.”

You chuckled, keeping your emotions in check barely as your fingers didn’t waver from it’s peace as you flexed them inside Anaxa before pulling them away and practically shamelessly licking them clean before him as a light blush appeared on his chest and cheeks.

You moved slightly, getting into a more comfortable position as your hand grasped your shaft, giving it a few pumps before centering it on his entrance as another held onto Anaxa’s waist to keep him in place, his legs instinctively moving around your waist as you pushed inside.

Giving his waist a squeeze you slowly pushed your hips forward as he mewled at the size, his hand clasping around your arm on his waist as the other hand kept his legs open as you gave a couple of trusts, as you couldn’t help but to moan as he was practically sucking you. Your voice stuttered as you spoke again, gaze fixated on him as your feelings grew harder to hide as you picked up your speed, your frustration over everything around you finally getting to you as Anaxa moaned and gasped as his legs quivered from each slaps of skin against each other as you blabbered about.

“Fuck- i just wish to keep you next to me. Keep you here—..”

You spoke as every thrust of your hips makes his head fall back into the pillow as breathless moans escape his lips if your lips weren’t on his, mouthing every single reaction from him and engraving them into your memory.

Even when you already finish so deep inside of his body, your hips don’t stop. Going far and beyond as you greedily pump him full of your seed as his cunt greedily squeeze and relish in the warmth substance that was now so deep inside of him. Your hand on his member, helping him ride out his high as his stomach gets coated with his own cum as an almost filthy ring of combined releases slips away from his gaping core as it slides down his skin into the sheets when you pull out.

Finally you let yourself cry, almost pathetic sounds emerge from depths of your poor, human heart as you weakly flop next to his breathless body as you sob, not wanting to wake up tomorrow to your partner, love of your life not existing as he get sentenced to the execution by Aglaea because of mingling with Kephalie’s body to find the answer to his life long question.

“I don’t want to-…i don’t want to not have you next to me Anaxagoras. I want to hold you to my side for the rest of my life. I could only love someone like you and that’s it. And no one like that exists.”

You spoke your heart out, most words barely understandable as you sobbed into his chest as you curled around him. His hands now gently rubbed against your back, letting you cry out your fears and troubles to him. After a while, when your tears dried out and your head rested on his chest again, you whispered softly as your head felt too heavy for your eyes to stay open to for much longer. Your words broke the pained silence as a tear slipped over your cheek towards his chest before it slipped into the endless greenish void inside his chest.

“Please…just don’t leave me alone.” I love you.

It was almost silly, Anaxa thought to himself as he watched you slowly slip into the dreamland as his hand gently cupped your face, his thumb passing over your cheek as he brushed away draid tears from your skin as he kissed your forehead as he whispered against your skin softly.

“Don’t leave you alone?…What a surprise tomorrow will have to you, my dear.” I love you too.

*

Even when you wake up the next day, your body as usually turning around automatically to greet the love of your life just for your breath to catch as you see empty…not empty sheets?

A soft sound greeted you as your heart skipped a beat as you were greeted by…a baby? Newborn baby curled into the soft blanket as it fluttered her eyelashes open and looked at you before cooing softly, greeting you like you were the guest in your own bed as she smiled at you, immediately recognizing who you are.

Your voice got lost on you as you almost abruptly sat up, not even caring to cover your naked body with sheets as you cradled the little baby to your chest as the little head rested on your chest as you felt your heart beating in your ears. You finally dated to look down at the baby within your chest more deeply and…stare at her. She had just a light bit of the hair on top of her head as her eyes showed a mix of your own eyes color mixed with Anaxa’s natural eye color. Soft futures mix of both. A sound akin to sob left your lips as you couldn’t help but to smile at the little being in your arms.

You brought a little baby to your heart after checking if she needed anything quickly before laying down and just…feeling the moment. You glanced finally outside towards the Downcloud whose entrance was still visible from the window of your room of the house where you and Anaxa used to live together when you finally became officially together when you and him weren’t working in the Grove of Epiphany. You took a deep breath as you knew what would happen next.

*

He was…indeed very much dead. You got a full story from other people after the entire “show” went down with tricking council of elders and Caenis and entire all of other crysos heirs and citizens and how he practically ripped out the coreflame from his heart for his to get the crysos heir journey could continue. He was called a great performer for a reason.

You would probably sink down some rabbit holes after that and never show your figure again in public but you know that you couldn’t. You know that Anaxagoraa would want and you do have now a couple months old baby, Aurora. Only so little and young but you can see her father within her as she was going ahead her age, already standing up and walking at 9 months with little help from you, not even a month later she called out for you with her words being your name and funny version of Anaxagoras names as you showed her picture of you and him from the years back as you introduced her to him, not wanting her to not know her other parent. You know that Anaxa would like that.

He literally used the state of his body, power and knowledge to actually make his daughter from within him AND birth her from the gaping hole in his chest in the middle of the night of his last day being alive…so it’s only fair, i guess?

.

You would like to to remember more of your dear partner but a little grabby hands doesn’t give you a chance to think about him too much as she demands your attention, or politely said requests your mind to be on here as she curl into your chest as she slept next to you as she giggled into your skin as you smiled at her. you two had a lazy and comfortable cuddle session with a droma plushie she carried with herself like a lucky charm.

You finally pulled yourself and her out of the bed, her body resting onto your hip as you carried herself towards the window as you two grazed upon the holy city. She rested her head on your shoulder as you kissed her head and glanced over the Castrum Kremons one last time as you smiled to yourself as you let yourself relax and get comfortable as you knew what was coming to happen in just seconds.

.

“Was it worth it?”

And you finally had the answer to that question on your last breath as the world around you crumbled as Trailblazer cracked the truth of this world and you hugged your daughter closer to you and her plushie before finally answering.

“…I think it was worth it every single minute.”

“May we…all reunite in the new world before the gates of truth together.”

[littlefankingdom]

I love Batman being a part of the Justice League Dark. It's so funny imo.

His whole vibe and gothic asthetic fit so well with occultism, he has nothing to do here. He has an aura of misery and tragedy so strong any entities coined to death is pulled to him, he has no understanding of magic.

He doesn't understand magic, he tried but his brain is just not making sense of it, so he cannot do any of it. Which also means he doesn't see half of the bs happening around, or cannot interact with it. He is useless 90% of the time.

Why is he here? It's not to be the brain, because the guys are pretty smart (especially his bestie Zatanna). It's not to be Zatanna's scary dog, because she is powerful enough on her own to scare people (and they are just impressed to see Batman). It's not for moral support, he's Batman after all. He is just standing there with the team, doing nothing, but helping with the aesthetic.

He can do so little that the bad guy will forget he's there, until they get taken out by a karate chop in the neck. They were using all their energy defending themself against the team, they forgot to defend their back.

I'm starting to think him going on a mission with the Justice League Dark is a vacation for him. He cannot do real vacations, he would stress too much about all the work he could be doing, so this is the best he can have. He is still going to work, but he is not doing shit, and the world will not end. Or, it's Zatanna deciding he needs to go out or something.

[tomatoart]

doodle page who cheered

[bryverros]

im soooooo normal guys

[secrescaryat]

// pentiment spoilers (implied ig but still there)

more of these because i was inspired

[andro-dino]

a very eloquent breakdown on my thoughts and feelings about various icebound dynamics I think about a lot bc I love them and I miss them and if I keep these in my head for too long I will blow up:

this one I think is pretty simple. the whole party genuinely means everything to me they r THE family every and make me sob and cry and throw up constantly with how much I love them.

when it comes to ships, I DO NOT FUCK AROUND ABOUT SKRAISY AND JORQUEEN they r seriously everything to me, and then for barnabos skrimm and taishen, I just think they’re silly. all of them have their own moments together at separate parts that I came to each of these conclusions separately.

For a more in depth breakdown of those bc I really like them actually:

Barnabos and skrimm are pretty self explanatory I think. Those two are incredibly endearing together, both in the sillier moments but also just work together really well as a serious relationship and their dynamic is just so so good

Barnabos and Taishen are like, tooth-rottingly cute and I think it’s a crime that they aren’t more popular as a ship. I think barnabos’ maturity and protectiveness combined with taishen’s naivety and sweetness just make for a really cute dynamic and their duo moments together make me smile every time without fail

Skrimm and Taishen are like, the least serious one I have of the three. there is obviously the whole “pumped up” bit that was actually like insane, but they’ve had a couple moments throughout pretty much the whole series that have just made me have my eye on them for a while. I do not know how functional they would actually be together but I like to think that they both at the very least acknowledge that they find the other attractive and refuse to think about it any harder for both of their own sakes

Do not ask me how many times the term “queenie and skrimm/taishen bestieism” has come up in my priv livetweets of icebound (the answer is a lot). seriously like queenie’s friendships with both of them r everything to me they are just so insanely endearing. I like how skrimm and queenie absolutely bring out the worst (best) in each other and are just absolute rapscallions together every time, and I just like queenie and Taishen!!! like I don’t have the full words to put to their dynamic but I love them and I love that they r best friends and love and support each other always I LOVE THEM!!!!

These guys also mean everything to me. Queenie and her boyfriend and her best friend!!! That timestamp is a clip that just shows off the absolute silliness of these three together. I am so obsessed with jornir’s obvious favoritism for queenie and just how much he loves and cares about her and trusts in her and her abilities but is so insanely concerned for her safety and prioritizes it above all else, meanwhile emphasizing how incredibly much he does NOT trust in skrimm or his abilities and how he is there only to help queenie and nothing else. it’s genuinely really hilarious and I love them sm. Jornir and skrimm in general are just really hilarious but when you juxtapose it with jorqueen it’s just that infinitely better. I think also queenie and skrimm’s aforementioned duo dynamic and how insanely silly they are with each other, combined with jornir’s jornirness is also just such a funny dynamic and I love it very much

I dont really know how to elaborate on how much I love them together like you either get it or you don’t. Queenie and her boyfriend and her best friend part 2!!! They r such a comfort trio for me just bc I really like the idea of them all bluetooth syncing to each other and just understanding each other and communicating really well. Also this came to me last night but yk that one tiktok that’s like “‘doesn’t matter what you think, a different gender best friend is a red flag’? I’m sorry Emily, we can’t be friends anymore. and tell your boyfriend I fuckin hate him too”. that’s them to me. (Side note I cannot find this tiktok fucking ANYWHERE now??? it existed at one point I swear)

yeag. that about sums it up I think. queenie’s protective instincts for everyone around her all the time in general make me sob but when it comes to her and Daisy I am genuinely gonna blow up a building about it I love them so much. the way she so instantly jumps to take care of her after honey’s passing and how insanely protective she is over her and is constantly looking out for her I’m just like ooughhhhhhhhh my god. they make me sob I love them dearly

these could’ve been separate images but i didn’t feel like making more separate images lmao

Jornir and barnabos as a duo are really great I love remembering that these guys are like actually awesome and really cool like genuinely. Both of them have different qualities to them that make them so good when they step up into leadership positions for the party and I just think they’re both absolute fucking badasses when they really wanna be and I love when they come together and maximize their joint slay it’s really great.

When it comes to both of them with Daisy, I have the same feeling about it which is oughhhhhhhh my god I love them. Again both of them being some of the coolest and most mature members of the party when they really wanna be really comes out with both of their individual dynamics with Daisy and I just really love how they both take up such a protective and supportive role with her. They r so. I dare say fatherly. I just oughhh I love them I love them lots.

[somegrumpynerd]

I felt like drawing the boys just hanging out, because what is the point of living in your boss's huge castle with your new teammates if it's not a slumber party every day

Also I might colour in that last one cause I like how it turned out c:

[necrotic-nephilim]

If you want to be bothered. Maybe this for dick and Bruce???

i ALWAYS want to be bothered these are always the highlight of my day tbh you're a delight for letting me just yap <3

Dick. For the canon isn't real square I am Specifically talking about the Tom Taylor Nightwing run. Usually I ignore bad runs but given this one is ongoing (though about to end THANK GOD and get replaced by Dan Watters who i have high hopes for since i adored his Sword of Azrael (2022) run but i digress) so I counted it. Especially since it's so debated if that run is bad or not, for some reason. I'm a 90s Nightwing truther. I love Dick so dearly and tbh recently I've been more enamored with him the more I read his Discowing era, I didn't used to be as big of a Dick stan as I am these days.

Bruce. Honestly where do you even start with Bruce. I want to fist fight him and also patch him up. He got me into comics and superheroes as a whole but I roll my eyes whenever he shows up in a story. He's a bastard and usually not a good father but also complex and should be dissected under a magnifying glass. I love him dearly. He's also just the worst. I think that's why I love him. I'm always a fan of unabashedly Complicated Asshole Bruce who's generally not always the best person, particularly not to the Batfamily and that being the driving force of his relationships with them, especially in shipping.

And for bonus points, Tim. Because know above all else, I'm a Tim Drake kinnie /deg. He's been my number one for a decade and I've yet to uproot him from my brain. He's literally the Worst half the time and I love him for it. And the canon isn't real refers to Tim Drake: Robin because... that sure was a comic. And that's about all I can say about it. Pre-Flashpoint Tim I miss you so dearly. I think it's fun that I want to put him in a blender and drink the juice but also want Nothing Ever to happen to him.

[eze-3]

Working on uni stuff is so tiring to de-stress I'll have to draw idia and azul pulling allnighters to work on a finance spreadsheet for some nrc event because girl 😭😭

[ookikufurikabutte]

secret for you all: i don't go by zack anymore. haven't for a long time. but i'm too lazy to change my art tag so idgaf.....

[scythe-wolf]

Problematic take of the day: Thinking Out Loud isn't offensive DID rep because Galen is a close and personal friend of mine and not just another "serial killer alter" trope. Also that bitch deserved to die.