#at least much better than the alternatives

[celestiamour]

Ever since squid game s1&s2 wi hajoon character😩 I even saw a clip of his back 💀ok im getting side tracked😭so may I please request a smut with junho x fem reader where he’s stressed trying to find his brother but his wife or gf is there for him to keep him calm. It could literally be any plot😭 just need Jun Ho

ft. hwang jun-ho x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ eating you out after a long stressful day┊0.7k words

setting: season 1, before the 33rd games contains: smut!! dom jun-ho & sub reader┊oral fixation, receiving oral, overstimulation, mentioned nipple play & marking, established relationship

➤ author's note: i need this so bad, the new year depression is hitting and i’m so lonely

being a police detective is insanely stressful on levels he couldn’t even begin to explain, even more so when it’s a case related to him personally. ever since his brother went missing, he’s been relentless in his pursuit to find him, searching for even the tiniest clues that may help push the dead end he’s been stuck at for so long. he comes back a little bit later each night with less and less energy, crashing out on the couch and fall asleep to stop the raging headache from considering all of the possible things that could have happened. 

he still makes an effort to be there for you though, taking time out of his busy schedule to take you out on at least one date per week, not just to remind you that he loves you even with how busy he is, but for him to relax too. there’s nothing better than being comfortable and able to turn off the gears constantly turning in his brain in the company of someone he adores so much, and returning home to rest in your warm embrace is akin to heaven for his troubled mind. 

sometimes he likes to shut his brain down entirely when having sex with you and just thoughtlessly do his own thing. it’s almost therapeutic for him, even though you’re the victim of his ministrations and find your body suffering from too much pleasure (if it’s even a thing, he draws a thin line that makes you wonder).

like he is right now, hands spreading the inside of your thighs with a tight grip to prevent them from closing and his mouth laser-focused on what’s in between.

“i-it’s too much,” you whined, trying to push him away for a second of relief yet making no real attempt to do so, limbs slacking after a mere second of effort. perspiration had covered your skin in a thin sheen, shining under the light of the ceiling fixture and drawing attention to his previous actions: marks from constant sucking and biting into your soft flesh all over your neck and chest area. 

he simply hummed in response, the vibrations sending pleasure straight to your clit and making your whimper, not really listening to you. there weren’t really any thoughts in his head at the moment, only trying to pull another orgasm from your spent body to taste more of your addicting nectar and listen to your cries that sounded like the song of an angel.

you originally wanted to pay him attention before yourself, taking the edge off the perpetual stress he was going through with his climax, yet this was all he wanted to do, sucking on your clit like it was candy until the neighbors knew his name. there was no real skill or technique behind his movements, just pure unadulterated passion and lust as he pulled you even closer than you thought possible with an increased pace of fucking you with his tongue. 

it felt so suffocatingly hot, taking another breath only to let out another pitched moan in a vicious cycle. you didn’t know where to put your hands, alternating from the bedsheets to your oversized t-shirt stolen from his before finally tangling your fingers in his dark locks and tugging which caused him to groan in response. he finally opened his eyes and met your half-lidded ones, but he did not stop his assault on your engorged pearl. truthfully, the sight of you as such a blissed-out mess was almost enough to make him cum untouched, and he’s not even certain if he didn’t.

the familiar feeling of an orgasm washes over you, the intensity of it being your third tonight making your back arch off the mattress and your toes curl with a pitiful gasp. still, jun-ho’s lips stayed latched onto your abused pussy, lapping up all of your arousal like a damn dog until you were all cleaned up with nothing but his spit slicking your folds. you whimpered when he finally let go only to part your swollen hypersensitive cunt with his finger, admiring how it quivered and clenched around nothing begging for more.

it was going to be a long night, but it’s worth it if he gets the satisfaction of carrying you out of bed the next day due to your shaking legs and he finally wakes up with a clear head for once.

[centrally-unplanned]

Anyway I wanted to write something a little more serious about the politics of the day - a trend many noticed in the 2024 election, and its aftermath, is all of these notable non-politicians jumping onto the Trump ship. You have certainly noticed the big ones doing it, the Musk-types. What I have also seen is the middle-road types - the podcasts slotting the admin into their current healthcare fad, the policy bloggers being like "Dear Trump, this is how to truly reform the government - my pet idea" and offering support. A sort of opportunistic bandwagoning. This does happen every election to some extent, but it is notable that it happened way, way less when Biden was elected.

Some view this through the lens of fear, of Trump's open willingness to tax or prosecute those who don't bend the knee. That is part of it, for sure. But the other part is that Trump doesn't really believe in all that much - and that is actually a pretty big asset in politics. If you are a "Progress Studies" blogger or a union rep or a tech CEO, does Trump disagree with any of your key issues? He might not! You can just "convince" him, that is actually on the table, and he might take up your cause. And the Republican Party - not always, absolutely not always, but sometimes - will be browbeaten into going along with his whims even if they contradict their previous ideology. If you are ambitious and play your cards right, the structure of the Trump admin can very much reward people along the lines of these pet issues.

This is something the Democratic party could not do. All policy from the Biden admin came from a decade+ process of being discussed within the party. There were absolutely, 100%, "factions" jockeying for influence, but it was insiders, pre-established orgs along known lines, who were doing that jockeying. Is there any big policy that the Biden admin pursued that truly surprised you? That you were like, "woah, where the fuck did Biden get this idea from?" Not really, right? Because the admin was in so many ways an extension of the party.

Now this can be a real strength when your political parties are strong. When the locus of politics is within parties, then naturally they should be informing directions, and your goal as an admin is to court them. But that is pretty much the opposite of the current US political landscape - political parties have never been weaker. Voters hate political insiders, primaries are completely open and people who openly oppose the party sometimes sweep them, voters don't get their political opinion or w/e from politicians or party orgs. Parties are downstream of where more and more political influence comes from (though ofc they are by no means powerless, this is all trendlines). If you are one of these political outsider types, the Joe Rogans or Progress Studies bloggers or crypto coalitions or whatever, the Democratic party is just not going to work with you? You will be "heard", but if you want influence you gotta put your decade+ into the party first.

But Trump? You just gotta show up and kiss the ring. For talented people, this is actually a much better deal. It probably won't work, but the odds are still better than the alternative. And the biggest looming wrinkle is that this strategy is being hamstrung by Trump being a total idiot and backstabbing asshole - imagine how effective these strategies would be if someone competent was doing it. His left-field ideas are not only "annexing Greenland", but also doing it in the most hamfisted way imaginable. The core idea here isn't that crazy btw! Greenland is pushing for greater independence from Denmark, but gets a ton of subsidies so is loath to lose them if they go solo. You can see how an intelligent operator charting some soft power politics here could maybe make something happen, but Trump is a fucking nob and can't do that. So he is often a bad vessel for your niche ideas. But at least he shows up to the game!

People sometimes really want politics to be ideological. They want a coherent political party with a unitary philosophy to implement a cohesive agenda. I get this appeal, but this just isn't how US politics, or democratic politics more widely, works. It is an endless process of factional recruitment for one-off reforms, and otherwise managerial policy (in)competence. Ideology is not elected, a "mandate" does not run for office. Some individual people win and then they invent a mandate afterwards. Democracy does not reveal consensus, it manufactures it. And the US is moving more towards that direction, not less.

My fear is Democrats, in "widening the tent", will focus too much on that internal party process, on trying to make the Democratic Party "coherently" something that is more appealing to the median voter. Valuable work, to be sure, but the other side is you need to make it more appealing to people of influence or talent. As others have commented, it is kind of baffling how the Biden administration committed itself to a policy of green electrification and banning foreign car imports, and somehow made an enemy of America's biggest domestic green electric car manufacturer. You need to be, on the margins, less committed to any specific ideology at all, and instead open to actually winning support from diverse factions. Otherwise the other side will always be more appealing to anyone not of your ideology, because they kind of don't care about ideology. The Dems are already the "bigger tent" party, this should be their wheelhouse. They just need to update their tactics for the modern era.

[oceansssblue]

Hi I’ve never done a request before, but your writing is really good.

Can you do prompt 7 Snow fight, that becomes ABO smut. Both super chaste, but finally become carnally desperate for each other now that they’re alone. They mark each other.

Alpha Rex, Omega YN.

Sure thing love! I'm honoured to write your first request 🥰 I don't use YN though, so i'll just go for neutral reader instead. Hope that's ok!

Here's a fluffy and spicy ABO Xmas oneshot for you! It took me ages to write so I hope you like it haha.

Xx, Blue.

"HOT AND COLD" – REX / GN READER 🔥💖

WARNINGS: ABO AU, alpha/omega dynamics, sex scene, breeding kink, knotting and marking and other general omegaverse things.

Life Day couldn't have caught the 501st in a better place. They had just finished a relief mision on Xerak; and stopped to refuel in Asaca IV in their way back to Coruscant. Seeing as they weren't going to be in time to spend Life Day in the Capital –much to Anakin's chagrin–, the General had decided to make a night-stop at Asaca. And he might have been dissapointed for not being able to share the festivities with a certain senator; but the 501st were ecstatic to enjoy some free time in the icy planet –a very appropiate scenery for the circumstances–.

The young Jedi had retired for the afternoon –perhaps in an attempt to catch Padme on a quick holo-call at least–; and Rex had given his men leeway as well. After an exhausting one-week long mision –with surprisingly minimal casualties–, everyone deserved to rest.

Torrent hadn't wanted to miss the oportunity, though; and after a quick nap in the cruiser, they had all but ran down the ramp to have their share of fun in the snow. With the purpose of playing a little snowfight, Rex had been recluted as well; assigned to be one of the team's captain –it couldn't have been any other way– while the Domino's took charge of the other. Some of the natborns –medics, intelligence officers, maintenance staff, etc.– had asked to join them; and that had been the tragic end for Rex's focus, for you had decided to participate as well.

Out in the battlefield, the captain had no problem on shutting his desires down and pushing his –possesive– dangerous thoughts away. You were tucked away in the safety of the cruiser, after all, carefully analysing the 501st's advances and quickly finding out alternatives to their course of action and any other problem that may had arrised with the rest of Intelligence; but here, here... Rex couldn't help but be atuned to every single thing about you. Each innocent movement, each twitch of your facial expresion. How excruciatingly sweet you smelled even with a dose of scent blockers carefully coating a protective layer over your neck glands. He wanted you so – bad.

It was unfair, really, how unbeliavably pretty you looked in your winter uniform; a basic military set shouldn't have looked that good on anyone. He was used to seing you in dark green –not that you weren't hot in that either–; but the nats snow uniform was a combination of white's and blue's, and it was such a similar palette to the 501st's colours that something inside of him rumbled in passionate aproval. You weren't just cute, though; for all you looked innocent and naive with your cheeks and nose flushed pink from the cold, Rex knew the truth was very different. He had been able to watch how your mind worked in more than one tactical meeting; and kark, wasn't intelligence sexy. There was no doubt why you were Admiral Yularen's second hand –even if you were younger than most–.

Some part of Rex wished you had joined his team; but the other one rejoiced at the oportunity to see you fight. To feel that quiet fire directed at him. You were an omega, yes; but you weren't fearful nor meek, and he loved that about you. It couldn't be easy to be constantly surrounded by a majority of alphas and their often contradicting and agressive feromones; and yet you handled it stoically and beautifully.

Perhaps Rex was too excited for a simple friendly snowfight –he chuckled at the thought, dodging Jesse's snowball and laughing his ass off when Hardcase answered with one that hit him straight in the nose–; but he couldn't help it. He had felt attracted to you –liked you, and dare he even say that other big, scary words too – for far too long now; since that time when you had politely brushed his strategical idea aside and offered a better option for an incursion. Rex had observed you in surprise –you were new in the cruiser back then, and he had never heard you intervene before–; and when Admiral Yularen had agreed with you and you had shot him a sheepish, warm smile, Rex knew he was done for.

In the present time, you take revenge for Jesse; throwing a quick succesion of snowballs at Hardcase until you eventually manage to get him. Instead of showing any anger or irritation, though, his vod laughs and pushes a thumb up in the air for you. You shoot the trooper a proud smile, and Rex shakes his head in fond amusement observing the two of you.

Fifteen minutes later, the captain is proud to say he is soldiering through the little snowfight untouched. It's not that his reflexes are nothing special –though they're obviously as good as any other soldier's–; it's just that his men fortunately don't have the same aim with snowballs than with their blasters. Torrent doesn't quite like that, though; so the game shifts and somehow ends up focused around him. The Domino's team new objective is to take a hit at Rex; while the captain's own team double their efforts to protect him. It's kind of ridiculous, and Rex doesn't really want to be the center of attention in this game –as well–; but everyone seems to be laughing and having fun, so he chuckles and let them be.

His team is doing a good job protecting him –hell, Hardcase had even tackled him to save him from a snowball– until you take all of Rex's attention again. Perhaps frustrated at your team's failure, you abandon the improvised barricade the troopers had managed to put together; crawling out of safety and sprinting towards the captain, snowball clutched in hand. Rex eyebrows shoot upwards, instantly worried. This is just a game, yeah, but what the hell are you doing, exposing yourself like that?

This time, his brothers hold no sympathy. Someone points out at you with a warning shout, and the inmediate succesion of snowballs thrown at your way almost makes Rex flinch.

It's impossible for you to dodge all of them. One impacts right against your knee –perhaps with too much strength, he might need to have a chat with his vods about that later–; and it buckles, making you fall and crash against the snow unceremoniously with a pained groan. Rex is helpless to watch as you hit the back of your head in the fall; and he's already half-way towards you before he has even realised it himself.

The game stops, and silence lays heavyly between the two teams; everyone hesitantly worried about you still sprawled in the snow, not attempting to move even if to ask for the fight to stop. Rex can feel his heart trying to beat it's way out of his chest. He drops to his knees besides you, gold brown eyes flickering over every inch of your face; scent unconsciously proyecting fear and worry.

"Mesh'la, are you okay?" He tries not to pannick in front of everyone, but your eyes are closed, and...

You suddenly lurch forward, tackling his towering form to the side and quickly smearing snow on his shocked face with one hand while the other pushes his chest against the ground. You grin widely, proudly sitting on too of him; and Rex is so fucking relieved to see that you're okay that he can't help but join the laughter around him.

You laugh as well, both hands now clutching his chest plate; and Rex takes his revenge rolling the two of you around and trapping you against the snow. You squeal while trying to dodge his hand, the corner of your eyes wrinkling with happiness; but your strength is nothing compared to his, and he manages to smear a big chunk of snow over your face and neck too.

"That was a dirty move" he points out, lips turned up into a little smile.

You grin up at him, relaxing under his body and accepting your fate. You kind of deserve it.

"War is not won without some of those, dear Captain" you sing-song. "You should know".

Rex rolls his eyes –face still amused– and finally pushes his body away from yours, standing up and offering a hand to you. Panting slightly from the snowfight effort, you gladly accept it and pull yourself up to your feet; shooting a smile at him.

You try not to dwell on how good he had felt on top of you. How his body was the perfect size to make you feel small and vulnerable underneath him; how warm he felt even with his armour on, how deliciously heavy. How pleasure had zig-zaged through your legs and spine towards your crotch under the attention of his golden gaze and his overpowering relieved, happy warm scent. Masculine. Strong. Gentle. Safe. Alpha.

Yes, you try not to think about it. And fail.

Rex calls the game off –ignoring Fives' proud "that's our win for sure!"– and everyone makes their way back to the cruiser, chatting happily in little groups and joking around, spirits lifted and in a good mood. He walks by your side, a bit distracted thinking on how fucking sweet you smelled, how right it had felt to have you underneath him and looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. He tries to push that aside and act normal. This is not the time to get hard and indulge in his fantasies. He can do that later; when he's good to grasp his cock in his hand and stroke himself over the edge.

They've barely made it into the main hall when another trooper comments distractedly "mm, smells good in here"; and Rex answers with an involuntary warning growl. The brothers in their inmediate vecinity stop in their tracks, turning towards him in surprise. There has never been a doubt of Rex being an alpha; but he had always managed to control his instincts better than most. For him to react like that... Well, it's certainly unusual.

You push the palm of your hand against the side of your neck, alarmed for both the trooper's comment and Rex's growl –and fuck, didn't that make you wet–; cursing at not feeling the semi-sticky texture of your scent-blocker on top of it. No wonder the clones were able to smell you...

"Officer..." Kix carefully takes a step closer to you, eyeing Rex's dangerous eyes cautiously. "Forgive me for being blunt and intrusive, but if you are in pre-heat I'd sugest for you to go back to your quarters and take a rest".

Get the fuck out of here where there are all but alphas around you, is what you hear, and you nod while blushing in embarassment.

"Y-yeah, I'll do that" you don't bother to correct his statement, not wanting to publicly humiliate yourself any further. "Thank you for your concern, Kix".

The medic nods politely, and Rex inmediately squares up his shoulders next to you.

"I'll walk you to your room" he offers, though his voice holds more finality than anything.

Kix frowns –perhaps worried about your safety– but you give the Captain a short nod and the two of you quietly make your way to your private room.

Stopping outside of your door, Rex clenches his fists and and tries not to let his thoughts linger on the knowledge of you being in pre-heat and all the wonderfull ways he could help you through it. The picture of you suffering in silence, fighting the pain and ache writhing in your bunk, your nest empty and never feeling more vulnerable and lonely that then and there, makes the clone's heart break. He wants to be with you. He wants to tell you how good you had built their nest; make you cum in his tongue until the pain melts away and fuck you in a place where, even if just momentarily, you could both call home.

But he's nothing but a diligent soldier; too polite and respectfull to ask that from you. Too afraid of offending you. Of not being able to see your warm smile directed at him any longer; even if he's only able to enjoy it from a certain distance now. He'd still chose that over nothing at all.

And so Rex swallows every desire –every wish– down and gives you a short nod.

"Take it easy, ma'am" he manages to sound firm and formal. "I'll inform Admiral Yularen that you'll be out of service for a few days for you".

Rex turns around to let you be, struggling to push his instincts aside for much longer; and pannick swells inside of you.

"No!" You impulsively snatch his wrist to stop him, eyes nervously flickering around while you confess in an embarassed whisper. "I'm not... I'm not in pre-heat".

Rex faces you in utter confusion; silently analysing your worried expresion. He breathes your scent in; closing his eyes momentarily and battleling himself. You certainly smell like it. What are you on about?

"But you..." he clears his throat, a small tick in his jaw miraculously being the only external sign of how hard it is to resist to you. "Forgive me, but you certainly smell like it?"

Your cheeks feel on fire. Oh, it is so incredibly embarassing for the reason of your burning desire to point this out out loud to you. You kind of want the floor to swallow you.

You slowly release your hold on him and try to give him a vague explanation.

"It's the snow. You smeared it on my skin and it has washed away the scent blockers, I believe".

Rex frowns.

"That explains why we're able to smell you, but it still..." he hesitates, knowing this is a far from innapropiate conversation to have with anyone, really, and certainly not with you. "That trooper could notice it from meters away with his bucket on. Are you sure your heat isn't around the corner?"

"It's you" you blurt, throwing all caution away.

He's too intelligent to know there's something else going on. And you're out of excuses. Tired of hiding the permanent attraction you have for this handsome, brave man in front of you. The only alpha you've come across that has really made you feel week in the knees. That you'd want to bond with.

"Me?" Rex asks, stunned, unconciously taking a step forward and crowding you against the metal door.

You feel a rush of warmth flowing through you.

"Yes" you swallow your nervousness down, tilting your chin up slightly to look up at him. "You turn me on as quick as a lightsaber ignition whenever you get close to me. And when you holded me under your body out there..."

You pause and confess.

"Captain, this is my body's usual reaction to you, really. You all just haven't noticed because I'm usually quick to hide it under another layer of blockers".

Rex shudders. This is all he has ever asked for. This is the only thing he had ever wanted for himself, the only selfish thing the clone wanted to keep and have in a life of servitude protecting others. Hearing those words coming out of your mouth... Fuck, Rex has never listened to something more beautiful.

"So you want me?" He passionately asks, carefully observing your reaction while he gives in and gently presses you against the door, his body covering yours. "You're telling me that if I wanted to carve myself a place deep inside of you, you'll let me?"

Rex holds your face in his palms, caressing both cheeks with his thumbs reverently, his eyes filled with raw desire and need. His closeness –his words– makes you dizzy with your own. Your breathing grows heavier and your heart speeds up inside your chest.

You can feel the captain's warm breath over your parted lips; almost whispering to you.

"That I could knot you, if I wanted to, right now?"

The image sends a gush of wetness between your legs; and your whole resolve breaks down with the question –the petition, the offer–, an involuntary whimper escaping your throat while you all but impatiently scratch your nails in his shoulder plates.

With just a few words, he has turned you from a controlled, picture-perfect officer to a mess of desire and want.

"Yes" you almost pant. "Yes, fuck, Captain, please".

Rec groans; closing his eyes shut for a few seconds, controlling himself for not to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here and there, out in the corridor where everyone can see you, and tenderly presses his forehead against yours.

One hand goes down to clutch at your squirmy waist. With his other, he thumbs your lower lip.

"If we're going to do this, I don't want titles in here" he finally breathes out, pulling back just enough to lock his eyes on yours. Then, he sort of promises "If you're going to moan something, it's going to be my name".

He searches for an answer in your face; and you inmediately nod wide-eyed, impossibly turned on and excited. You want him to rail you. You want to ravage him.

"Yes, Capt... Yes, Rex".

The way you say his name, so lovingly, so reverent...

Rex slams his hand on the door lock, and gestures you inside with a small, almost defiant tilt of his head.

"Come here, then".

You're not exactly shy –you are confident and sharp most of the time–, but finding yourself completely naked in front of the most handsome man you've ever layed eyes upon, no matter how turned on you are, is not an easy task. You're okay with how you look, with your body; but he's... Outerwordly. His bronze skin, golden brown eyes, trained muscles and strong jaw, war and tenderness mixed in every inch of his body... You bite down onto your bottom lip nervously.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" He asks, noticing your hesitance, knees spread from where he's sitting in the edge of your bed –from where he had watched you undress–, naked as well.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other; goosebumps over your skin.

"Not exactly" you answer quietly, shooting him a tiny smile, not really able to explain to him what you're feeling. "Just... Vulnerable".

Rex smiles too; and it's the softest, warmest thing you've had the chance to see on him.

"Fantasy and reality can be quite different. No matter if you've desired this as much as I've done, it's nothing but normal to be a little nervous. Perhaps even scared" he makes a small pause, and after his eyes flicker over every inch of your face, adds just as firmly as he commands in battle. "But I can promiss you are safe with me. I will never disrespect you or treat you unconsiderably. I will listen to you and cherish you just like you deserve".

Warmth blossoms inside your heart. Your eyes blurr. You had thought that Rex only wanted to have fun with you, to enjoy casual, meaningless sex –no matter how good it felt–; but now, after those lovely words and the way he is looking at you, you think that perhaps he wants something else. Something more.

"Come here" he asks again, this time offering his hand to you. "I think you'll feel better skin to skin instead of standing this far away and feeling scrutinized".

You pad forward, and accept his hand with a gentle squeeze. Rex tugs you towards him; and you slowly move to sit down on his lap, his arms inmediately wrapping around your waist.

"You are so beautiful" he murmurs, looking up at you as if he's nothing but enthraced and enamoured with you. "Mesh'la".

You can't help yourself; and you dip down to catch his lips with yours in a quick, heartfelt kiss. I love you, your soul whispers.

Rex hums in delight and answers back with the same passion, deepening the kiss into something sweeter and slower. I love you, he thinks in the safe barriers of his mind.

His warm hands softly travel through your body in a gentle caress; up and down your back, playing with your sides, then slowly dipping forward to brush against a nipple.

You moan quietly in response, growing restless, unconciously starting to move on top of him. Your hands are clasped behind his neck, lips parted in a pleased expresion. You feel sort of powerful, with this strong man patiently sitting under you.

"That's right, beautiful" he hums as he watches you, cheeks starting to flush naturally. "Just enjoy yourself, have your fun on top of me".

His hands tighten on either side of your hips; encouraging you to find more desperate friction against him.

You whimper, feeling his hard cock twitch underneath you; growing more wet as seconds tics by. When you're almost shaking with need and look up at Rex with a clear request on your eyes, he nuzzles his nose against the side of your cheek and asks "Put me inside of you, baby".

You are quick to comply; holding his throbbing cock with one hand while taking a firm hold on his shoulder with the other. Rex stabilises you while you sit down on him; sinking down on his thick, hard cock with a long drawled moan. You close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling; on how good he stretches you and how wonderfull it feels to being filled by him. Full. Your alpha, deep inside of you.

You hum in pleasure,resting your forehead against him; and Rex caresses the sides of your hips tenderly.

"You feel so fucking good, mesh'la" he mumbles, voice hoarse, memorising this moment to come back to it whenever he wants. "So warm and tight".

You kiss him, unable to word your feelings out loud –all coherent thoughts have seemed to dissapeared from your mind, too struck at how good he feels– and slowly start to move your hips in little circles and forward and back on top of him.

Rex groans and holds you tigther against him; half-hugging you to his chest while you take your time riding him. It's... So much. The way his thick cock slides in and out of you is delicious; how you fit around him like a glove. His warm body pressed to yours, the way his hands cling to you, his breath stuttering against your skin... It's what you had wanted and more.

Rex progressively losses himself in you. You look gorgeous on top of him, moaning and whimpering softly and sinking your nails on his shoulders; divided by wanting to hug him closer or fuck yourself faster on his cock. He watches how your face shifts with pleasure and concentration, how your lips part open in a silent gasp. Your scent is floating around him –hot, satiesfied, needy, happy omega–; and he moans, breathing it all in.

The alpha in him growls, pleased with your beautiful compliance but aching to have you underneath him, to being able to properly give you his cock –pump you full, breed you, mark...–; and Rex pants and quickly moves the two of you around. You end up laying on the bed with a quiet gasp; the man inmediately adjusting on top of you and pushing his cock inside of you again.

Your face shifts from surprise to pleasure once more; and you accept him, spreading your legs wider, with a broken moan. Rex answers with a low rumble that pleases your omega in all the right ways and holds the back of your lower thighs with his hands, pushing up under your knees. It folds you further into yourself; allowing him to fuck you deeper, and you can't help but whimper at how good he's doing you. His thrusts are rough and deep, almost punishing you with his strength; but also slow and passionate, personal.

Your gazes lock and you feel so many different things you don't even have the time to sort it through right now. You clench on him, and Rex groans, eyes fluttering shut, fingers digging into your thighs.

He feels his mind growing dizzy; every rational thought blurring together and mixing with his deepest desires. He speeds up, sinking his cock in your wetness and panting from the pleasure and effort; proud at the little gasps, moans and whimpers you answer him with.

Omega. Happy. Omega. Safe. Omega. Needy. Omega. Hot. Omega. Breed. Omega. Love. Omega. Mine. Omega. Mine. Mine. Mine.

The words resonate in his head; and Rex is not completely aware of him echoing them out loud.

"Mine. Mine. Forever. Breed you with my pups. Ours" he's mumbling in a trance. "Omega. Sweet, fierce Omega. Mine, mine, mine".

You feel more wetness gathering inside of you for Rex to coat his cock in; impossibly turned on by the words escaping from his lips. You can tell his alpha's side is getting the best of him; and fuck, aren't you karking glad. You've dreamt about this. About him fucking you, breeding you, claiming you.

Your omega side cries in need and happiness. You're drunk in his pleased, proud, possesive masculine scent.

"Please, please, please..."

You push your head back, arching in the bed and offering him your neck; and Rex moans loudly and dips down to take a long lick on your offered scent glands, swollen and tingly.

You whine, clenching on him; and he mumbles more of his dirty thoughts, mind floating in your sweet scent. In the way you had offered it to him.

"Bite you... Wanna' bite you..." he whispers hoarsely, face hiding in your neck while he continues moving. "Sink my teeth in here and hold you in place while I push my warm cum inside of you..."

"Please, alpha" you finally resort to beg. "Mark me, bite me. Please, Rex".

The clones' hips stutter; the words coming from your lips surely nothing but a fantasy, a spur on the moment thing. But he searches for the truth in your eyes; and in those wide, loving, hopeful eyes, he understands it's nothing but your true wish. Your true desire.

"You want us to bond?" He still manages to ask, nuzzling his nose under your chin affectionately.

"Yes, Rex, please" you caress his sweaty cheek with one hand, eyes blurring with happy tears. "I want you to be my alpha. Just you. Please, Rex, please..."

Rex shuts his eyes, his thrusts growing uncoordinated as his end gets closer.

"My fucking little omega, all mine, mine, mine..." he chants, his hips snapping against yours, the beginning of a knot tugging at your hole. "Gonna' mark you, breed you, knot you..."

You moan and offer your neck to him again, clenching impossibly tighter around him. He whines, and you know he's just as close to cumming as you are.

You cup his face between your hands, and beg him once more, conffident and sure.

"Please, Rex".

And Rex moans, tugs your hair back with one hand and sinks his teeth into your neck, bitting deeply right on your scent glands.

A rush of warmth and pure electrical pleasure zaps through your veins; the bond taking place and tying your hearts together, a mated alpha/omega pair.

Your walls squeeze Rex's cock; and you cum with a cry, the feeling multiplied by his knot growing inside of you. He whines and releases your neck, panting harshly. His hips stutter, and after a few more unstable thrusts he's cuming deep inside of you, filling you with a big load of warm cum. You enjoy every single drop of it; sighing in happiness and relief and swimming in ecstasy at the fresh bite mark on your neck. You can't even focus on the blood or the pain; it's nothing compared to do knowledge of finally being his.

Rex drops his body weight on top of you; a happy, exhausted sigh escaping his lips while he rests his head on your chest. His scent is excited and cheerfull, pleased and overwhelmed; tender and relieved. A hint of guiltiness.

Ignoring how exhausted you are –you're going to need a pair of hours to recover from this–, you move your arms and hug him to your body; legs wrapping around his hips as well so it's easier to not hurt any of you with his knot is still inside of you. You caress his back affectionately, letting him know you're still sure of yourself know that the sex is over and that there's nothing to regret.

Rex pulls his head back slowly and carefully and nuzzles his nose against yours.

"I love you. You were perfect, thank you, I love you".

It's clear his head is still a little fuzzy –as is yours–; and you shoot him a pleased, tired smile, drawing little caresses on his naked back.

"Love you too" you mumble, pecking him softly. "Strong, perfect alpha".

Rex rumbles low in his throat, pleased; and he pushes your chin up with a hand, making space so that he can tend to your wound. He licks slowly and carefully. It sends after-sparks to your toes, and you squirm unconsciously.

Rex grins.

"Perfect little omega. Mine, mine, mine. Finally mine".

THE END.

This is not checked for errors –i'm posting this at 2am as soon as I've finished it– so forgive my mistakes!

On another note, I just wanted to let you readers know about my closest future proyects:

– I'm currently working in a Tech!mer request (the second part to the 100celeb oneshot I already wrote and published for him), and it will be posted next.

– After that, I'll continue writing the Demon!echo fanfic, which I'm very excited for.

– And after THAT, I'll be finally reopening any free ideas requests. Remember you can always check if I'm requesting or not in the announcement in my main masterlist.

happy new year and take care! Xx, Blue.

[lordofthenerds97]

Wake Up Call

Steven Grant x Reader Rating: E, 18+, MDNI Summary: You were tired and irritated. You did not want to go to work. So, what better way to wake up than your boyfriend's thigh between your legs?

A/N: This was originally supposed to be just a cute lil blurb for @area-fiftyone, and it ended up morphing into this monster 😂 I blame you, darling. And she's just fueling my newfound obsession with this man, so maybe expect a pt 2 at some point?

You woke with a groan, throwing an arm over your eyes to try and block out the light that was streaming through the window. The alarm was blaring insistently somewhere to your left and you haphazardly swatted for the off button.

When it continued to howl in protest despite your attempts to silence it, you snarled in frustration and slammed the side of your fist into the clock, feeling the crunch of the small appliance under your hand. You shook your hand out, wincing at the discomfort and the shards of plastic that were digging into your skin.

Shit, you thought. There goes another one.

You didn’t really have the energy to care about the fact you’d have to stop by a shop on your way home…in fact, you didn’t really have the energy for anything at all at the moment.

You were just so damn tired.

Between work, looking for a flat of your own, your ass of a brother getting himself in trouble again, and the stress of trying to make it in London of all places, it was no wonder exhaustion was beginning to creep in.

You laid there for a moment, arm slung over your eyes, and tried to convince yourself that you needed to get up.

The alarm you set was barely going to give you time to dress and take the train, much less dally around in bed.

But, instead of slowly pulling yourself to your feet (like you knew you should) and getting dressed for work (you really should, if you kept this up, you were going to be late and probably reprimanded), you snuggled deeper into the mattress, the warmth radiating around you and pulling you back in.

The autumn air had chilled the flat, and you knew the wood floors were going to be hell on your feet as soon as you stood. Goosebumps had already risen on your skin, and you didn’t want to face the cold just yet.

Not when the warmth of the bed was practically heaven compared to what you would have to deal with when you did finally get up.

A deep hum reverberated at your back and you smiled sleepily as a large arm wrapped around your middle and pulled you backwards against a solid, warm chest. You almost yelped at being dragged away from the heat your body had carved out of the mattress, but feeling him press up against you halted any squirming on your part.

“Someone’s rather grumpy this morning.”

His voice was deep and raspy with sleep as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, nosing your hair out of the way so he could place gentle kisses to your bare skin.

A small shiver ran down your spine as his arm tightened around you. A soft sigh escaped your lips as he hummed again, his fingers tracing mindless patterns across your bare stomach.

You couldn’t deny that this was your favorite way to wake up.

Steven pulled you tighter against him, his thigh slipping between your legs. You bit back a moan as he rocked back and forth, his thigh dragging deliciously across your cunt. The heat from his naked form made you forget, at least for a moment, what you had been upset about in the first place.

You burrowed further into the sheets, wrapping the silky softness around yourself. Steven curled around you like a cat, spreading soft kisses across your bare shoulders and alternating between slowly grinding his hips against your ass and helping you ride his thigh. A quiet moan was pulled from your throat as he reached up, his hand fitting perfectly around the swell of your breast.

“Steven,” you gasped, pushing your hips back to meet him.

He grunted against you, rolling your nipple between his fingers and teasing your already bruised skin with his teeth.

You could feel the press of his cock at your back, teasing your cheeks apart ever so slightly and dipping between them as he rut into you. His other arm had managed to worm its way under you, coming up to palm at your other breast. You gasped and arched into him as he teased and tweaked your nipples. Your hand flew back to tangle into his velvety curls.

Steven growled, his lips moving from your shoulder to your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point before sucking the delicate skin into his mouth and purposely taking extra time to leave a mark. One of his hands traveled down your stomach, his fingers splaying wide as he came down to rest where your body connected with his thigh.

“So wet f’me already, love,” he whispered, his sleep-addled voice sending your head spinning. His fingers spread your lower lips apart, cradling either side of your pulsing clit. But instead of adding pressure or teasing you or providing something, he simply held his fingers there, pressing his leg up into you and encouraging you to move.

You keened and rolled your hips, grinding down onto his thigh, catching his fingers in the process. The angle that he caught your clit between his thigh and finger sent a shock of pain and pleasure down your spine and had your eyes rolling back. You could feel Steven grinning against your neck. He pressed another hot, open mouthed kiss to your skin before drawing back up and nipping on your earlobe gently. “Gonna make you come just like this,” he growled, tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. “Riding my thigh with my cock in your arse.”

You gasped and nodded, sliding up and down his thigh with ease. You’d coated him with your slick already, and with the way he was whispering in your ear, you could feel the wetness oozing from your core as it clenched around nothing.

“Yes,” you replied, tugging at the strands of hair that were still tangled around your fingers. “Please, Steven-“

He hummed approvingly, reaching up and rubbing a delicate circle around your clit.

You couldn’t resist. You reached up with your free hand, squeezing your tit and grinding down harder onto his hand. It was devastating to not have both his hands on you; to not feel the drag of his fingers inside you and the pinch of his other hand on your nipples. You whimpered, your palm considerably smaller and nowhere near as calloused or rough as Steven’s.

“Good girl,” he rasped. “Beggin’ f’me like that? Grinding your cunt on my thigh?”

You moaned, desperate to feel more of him. “Steven, please,”

“Please, what, love?” he asked, canting his hips upwards. His cock dragged through your backside agonizingly slow, and you could practically hear him grinding his teeth.

For a moment, you were wondering why he was taking a page from Marc’s book, but the thought was gone as soon as you heard his deep voice again.

“Use your words, darling. I’m not a mind reader, now am I?”

You wanted to growl in frustration at the sarcasm clearly dripping from that sinful mouth. But all you could do was whine when he removed his hand from you, making you chase your own high. “Please,” you mewled, rocking your hips and trying to find that delicious drag of your clit against him. “Please, Steven, need you to touch me. Need your hands. Need your fingers. Need your cock.”

He chuckled, a low and deep rumble that shook his chest and vibrated against your back. The sound made your core pulse with need and you whimpered as he worked a hand between the two of you, his fingers pressing just inside your aching hole.

“Ah!”

Your nerves were on fire with his touch. Your legs trembled and shook as he traced an airy circle around your entrance with a feather light touch that had you crying out and trying to shove your hips down onto his fingers. You could feel the tension pulling and boiling low in your belly.

Steven growled in your ear, a low and primal sound that made your toes tingle with anticipation. It wasn’t often you got to see this side of him; this side that was patient and demanding instead of rabid and insatiable. He thrust his hips up and you let out a sob. You could feel the thick head of his cock bumping against your tight hole as he thrust and rut into you. The thought of him breaching that hole, of fucking you in the ass, of his cock pounding into you while you chased your own pleasure on his naked thigh, had you tipping over the edge. Blinding, white hot pleasure surged through you and you couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from your throat as Steven finally, finally sank his fingers into you, working you through your climax. Your toes curled and you threw your head back, sure you knocked into his forehead as you arched into the pleasure. His cock was still sliding through your cheeks and you could feel it nudging at the puckered ring of muscle-

“Yes, God, Steven, yes-” you babbled, feeling his fingers curl and twist inside you as he milked everything you had to give him.

“That’s it, love. Soak my hand.” he rasped, latching onto your neck right below your ear.

You ground down onto him, whimpering and begging for more.

And as quickly as his touch was there, it disappeared. You whined at the loss, turning to look at him over your shoulder, confusion and indignation cutting through the hazy bliss. “What’re you-”

Manhandling wasn’t something Steven normally did. Even in the most intimate moments, he never handled you like Jake, or even Marc. He would carefully maneuver you into position, praising your every move and telling you how good you were doing. So when you were yanked sideways by a strong hand on your throat (one that was dripping with your cum), an involuntary yelp left your lips.

Steven was suddenly on top of you, slotted between your legs with the fingers of one hand splayed wide and wrapped around the base of your throat with the heel of his hand pressing down into your chest. His other arm braced the weight of his upper body above you.

Your head was spinning. You were dizzy with want, the bliss of your orgasm fading into a heady need to have him inside you. And judging by the way he stared down at you, he was feeling much the same.

His unruly black curls fell into his face, frizzy and unkempt from having your fingers holding on for dear life. You expected his breathing to be heavy, at least, or even sporadic and coming in ragged pants like yours was.

Instead, you were staring at the very visage of control. He squeezed your throat slightly, making you swallow, before grabbing your jaw and pulling your head up for a kiss.

For a brief moment, you wondered if one of the others had taken control. This wasn’t like Steven.

No…your Steven was sweet and gentle and would torture you with pleasure. He was adorable and kind and ever so eager to please you, whether it was with his cock or his tongue.

But whatever had gotten into Steven today…you couldn’t say you hated the change of pace. Besides, the gathering wetness between your legs would prove you a liar anyways.

He licked into your mouth and you didn’t hesitate to open for him, allowing him to explore to his heart’s content. His cock was a heavy weight on your stomach, and you could feel it twitching against you, practically begging for attention.

You tried to reach down and take him in your hand but he pulled away from the kiss, snagging your bottom lip between his teeth as he did, and smacked your hand away.

“‘M not coming anywhere except in that gorgeous cunt,” he said, pupils so wide they almost swallowed his chocolate brown irises. You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone words, so you simply nodded. He growled again, leaning over you to suck another dark mark into your left breast while massaging the other. “Felt the way you fucked yourself on my fingers when I got close to your arse,” he said, moving to kiss and nip at your other tit. “That what you want? Yeah?”

You moaned, arching into his mouth and tangling your fingers into his hair again.

God, his voice.

“Yes,” you begged, nails digging into his scalp and scratching a little harder than you meant to. “Please!”

The chuckle he let out was low and dark and made you shiver. He licked his way up your throat, brushing his lips against your ear.

“No.”

You stilled below him, eyes wide as he pulled back to stare down at you with a smirk. “I’m going to fuck this cunt until you’re screaming. And then, if you’re good, maybe I’ll take your arse.”

“I’ll be good,” you whined immediately. You bit your bottom lip, glancing away at his approving hum.

“I know you will, love,” he said gently, leaning down for another kiss. It was soft and tender and everything your Steven embodied. You wiggled your hips slightly, making him groan and readjust above you before breaking the kiss “Always such a good girl for me.”

You nodded feverishly, dragging your nails down his shoulders and taking them across his back.

He hissed, reaching down and grabbing the meat of your thigh, hiking your leg up and over his shoulder. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock notching at your entrance.

It was then that you noticed his chest was beginning to heave, and he dropped his forehead down to rest against yours. “Ready for me?” he asked.

You swallowed and nodded, curling your other leg around his hip and digging your heel into his backside to encourage him forward. With a moan, he sank into you.

“Oh god, just like that, Steven!” you said, rolling your hips and panting into his mouth as he sought your lips out for a searing kiss. He moaned into you as your walls clamped down around him. He slowly dragged out of you, the swell of his cock hitting every nerve ending you had. When he rested just inside you, he slammed back in, making you shake with need.

His lips were everywhere; on your throat, your mouth, your chest, laving up the mess he’d made earlier by smearing your cum all over your marked up skin. The sounds coming from his mouth were downright sinful, and you briefly thought that he had no right to sound like that while he was pounding into you mercilessly.

His hand skimmed down your leg, grabbing your knee and jumping your leg higher around his waist as he tried to fold you in half atop the mattress. A strangled sound, somewhere between a plea and a moan, came from the back of your throat, and he rolled his hips before smacking your ass as he delivered another harsh thrust.

“Thought you were gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?” he asked.

You whimpered and reached for him, fingers digging into his bicep. “I’m trying,” you panted. “Trying to be good for you. Ah, there-“

He had reached between your connected bodies, his deft and expert fingers finding your swollen clit and applying pressure in a steady circle that had you raking your nails down his arm and pulling your leg off his shoulder to wrap it around his waist.

He grunted at the sudden movement, and you used the bit of momentum to roll the two of you over, your knee pressing into his ribs in that self defense move Jake had taught you, before Steven’s back hit the mattress.

Stars exploded behind your eyes and he let out a quiet, “Oof,” as you sank further onto his cock.

Your palms were flat on his chest to hold yourself up and Steven’s eyes bored into yours as he gripped your hips, using that deceptive strength and forcing you to rise to your knees and pull him out of you.

“That,” he said, his voice quivering, “Was quite the opposite of good, darling.”

You whimpered and nodded. The muscles in your legs trembled as you tried to hold yourself up like he wanted, but dammit, he was right there.

“I’m sorry,” you said, rolling your hips and trying to lower yourself onto him. His fingers dug into your hips, making you whine. You knew there would be bruises later. “I’m sorry baby, you just feel so good,”

He hummed, looking up at you with an expression you couldn’t place. Steven pulled you down, hard. You cried out as your hips slapped against his, your clit grinding against his pelvic bone. You could feel his fingers kneading and teasing the flesh of your ass as he worked you to your knees again, this time slamming up into you when that aching need to have him fill you completely was about to bubble over. He held you there as he lowered himself back to the bed, cursing under his breath at how tight you were.

“Fuck,” he snarled, dragging you back down, spreading your cheeks apart as he did.

“Steven,” you gasped, losing your balance and falling over him. You caught yourself on your forearm beside his head, feeling your hair stick to your forehead as you tried to catch yourself breath. You could feel his index finger getting closer and closer to that little puckered hole, and you grit your teeth, your cunt clenching around him.

“Come for me,” he growled, running his finger around the tight ring of muscle before pulling his hand away and delivering a punishing smack to your right cheek.

Who were you to deny him?

You let go of that building tension, losing yourself to the abyss as spark shot down your spine and made your whole body quiver.

“Steven,” you whined.

“Right here, love,” he replied, his hand tangling in your hair and guiding your forehead to his. He thrust into you a few more times, erratic and uncoordinated, before spilling himself inside you.

Your eyes were closed as you laid there, forehead against his, bodies tangled together, sharing a breath. When you opened your eyes, Steven was already looking at you.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded wordlessly, and he gave you a crooked smile, reaching out with his thumb to brush away a few stray pieces of hair.

“God, I love you.” he said after a moment, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

You hummed against him. “I love you too.” you replied when he let you go.

“Your coffee should be ready,” he said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I made you some before you woke up. Well…Marc helped. I’m bloody awful at making American drinks.”

You snorted, settling against his chest. “I’m sure it’ll be great, baby.”

He kissed the top of your head. “We should get up and get you showered and fed, yeah? Can’t start a holiday without a proper breakfast.”

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head to see him better. “Holiday?”

He grinned, running his fingers through your hair. “Yeah! Didn’t we tell you?”

You shook your head.

“You know that trip to the Netherlands you’ve been talking about?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, you’ll want to spend the day packing, love. We’ve got a plane to catch tonight.” 

[guarddog-of-proendos]

Image descriptions

- written by a visually impaired person

What is an image description?

an image description is exactly what it sounds like, a block of text describing the content of an image. this is important for many people but especially for blind and visually impaired people who cannot see the image (at least, not well enough to understand what's going on)

(people also cite that this helps people with slow internet, if you add that to this post I am hitting you on the head with a stick. our access to the internet is enough of a reason to add image descriptions, they don't have to help abled people as well.)

image descriptions serve the purpose of providing the same access to content and context in a post that you, a sighted person, have. the goal is to allow equal access for visually disabled people and other people who struggle to access images.

have you ever been stuck scrolling through Tumblr while images are refusing to load? was that frustrating? imagine how we feel every day, all the time.

How to write an image description

writing an image description is a skill. it's okay if you aren't great at it at first. not being great at it is not an excuse to not try. I'm tired of people telling me they can't be assed to try writing an image description because it might not be perfect. I would much rather read an imperfect image description than have no image description at all.

when you're describing an image the key point is to describe what's relevant, what you look at in an image. if the image is a tweet, describe what the tweet says. if the image is a picrew of an alter, describe what that alter looks like in the picrew.

You don't need to include every detail

a lot of guides will, with well intentions, tell you to describe a lot. sometimes, describing a lot is relevant. if you're describing a piece of art or photography then describing a lot is important because the point of the photo is to appreciate all of the photo. if you're taking a selfie, I truly do not care that your walls are blank and white. sometimes, more detail is less accessible. I don't want to scroll through paragraphs up on paragraphs for a photo that sighted people can just glance at and get the gist of.

take for example, this post divider I just used:

you could describe this as: a post divider with a large star in the center surrounded by a halo of the moon phase in gold. 2 horizontal lines come from it in the center with a pattern of alternating sun, moon, sun, and star symbols.

... that's really long. the point for sighted people is to break up the text with something pretty. it's not to admire all the intricacies of the image.

a more appropriate description would be: a star themed post divider

text, on the other hand, should always be transcribed in full. do not describe your DNI banner as "a DNI banner" that tells me nothing. put down all the text, all of it, because all of the text is relevant.

never use AI to write an image description! it's insulting and often inaccurate. problems with generative AI aside, throwing an image into chatGPT and then copy and pasting the sludge it spits out makes me feel like I'm not worth taking a minute to actually write an image description. AI generated image descriptions tend to be impersonal, inaccurate, and hard to follow because it just throws up all the random details it picks up on rather than describing the point of the image. with the editing required to fix a chatGPT image description you could have written your own and it would be better.

I truly cannot write an image description

ask for help. if you have no one you can directly ask, add a note to your post asking for help writing the description when you post it. when someone writes a description for you, copy and paste it into the original post. there is no such thing as image description theft, the point is accessibility. you can't steal accessibility. copy and pasting is not just okay it's encouraged!

on other people's posts (regardless of whether or not you can write an image description) you can often find image descriptions in the notes. taking a minute to check for image descriptions before reblogging an undescribed post is something fast and kind you can do for the people who need image descriptions. often you'll find a description and then hurray! that inaccessible post is now accessible!

....but I don't have any followers who need image descriptions!

yes you do.

if you truly don't it's probably because none of them can access your blog. fix that and suddenly you will have followers who need image descriptions

why is this in the pluralgang tag? none of you describe images.

Questions are encouraged

(if you have any)

[dmdumouchel]

May God have mercy on my soul I used AI to fix the audio in a video for work

[ruvviks]

HIIIIIIII BONES what faction(s) does tiberius join? and which companions is he closest with? :]

HIII EZRA THANK YOU SO MUCH :] this got insanely long because i have. so much to say about this game it's unreal i'm very sorry in advance. but hope you enjoy ^_^

so in my canon of fallout 4, there's a couple of things different from the game because i personally don't think of tiberius as a leader in any sort of way, mainly because he's like. 23 years old. that's a literal baby. he was only born yesterday fresh out of the freezer

so!! that means that the minutemen are already very much established in the commonwealth again when he emerges from the vault, and there's a lot of sprawling settlements to be found in places where you'd otherwise have to build them yourself in game; so sanctuary isn't abandoned at all, and tiberius returns to his sister's home with a special surprise waiting for him (every other house in the neighborhood is now home to a bunch of strangers centuries into the future! welcome home boy!)

that said, tiberius DOES end up sort of joining the minutemen?? but not officially. he meets preston in sanctuary who helps him get settled in in this new and strange world and in return to show his gratitude tiberius helps out wherever and whenever he can, but considering the path of revenge he's about to go on he doesn't really consider himself good enough of a person to like. fully be part of it if that makes sense?? especially since the minutemen aim for as much peaceful resolution of things as possible, and he is not like that :(

tiberius massively dislikes diamond city, and feels a lot more at home in goodneighbor. he does some mercenary work there for a while and that's also how he ends up with the railroad, which he Does officially join :] a bunch of my other fallout ocs are also railroad agents; max, who's also general of the minutemen (don't ask how she finds the time to juggle all these different jobs she doesn't know it herself either); magnus, who's a goodneighbor guard; and nikolai, an ex-raider who now does a bunch of stealth operations for the railroad. tiberius takes his job as agent very seriously and through his new connections becomes more involved with the minutemen as well, now that he knows the two work together to give escaped synths a new and safe home and such :]

he does NOT join the brotherhood of steel. he hates them so fucking much it's unreal. to him they're literally just invading the commonwealth with the way they're terrorizing settlements and forcibly establishing their own outposts and whatnot and it causes a lot of chaos everywhere which is NOT ideal at all. max is handling most of the situation but she's clearly under a lot of pressure and it makes tiberius want to blow some shit up. which he eventually does when everything has escalated so far that there's not really another way to deal with it anymore

he only joins the institute to infiltrate them for the railroad, and he is NOT having a good time during it. he dislikes shaun (his nephew, not his son!) so fucking much but there's nothing he can do about it. i'm trying to make the institute a bit more interesting but it's still a work in progress because well the game leaves a lot to be desired on that front to me personally but either way, the whole place makes him super paranoid and he quickly realizes that it's a LOT bigger than what it's making itself out to be. the area he's allowed to be in seems just a little bit too well-organized and streamlined as if it's all pre-programmed and he constantly feels like he's being watched. which he is! because he ends up finding proof of a lot more levels that go much deeper into the ground and while a lot of them seem to be abandoned, he does end up finding evidence that there's more people holed up Somewhere. and they're watching everything that's happening in the area of the institute he's allowed to be in. it's all part of something bigger and he does NOT like that shit

lastly, tiberius ends up with the children of atom :] kind of against his will?? but also he's not really being forced to stay so it's kind of a gray area really. basically what happened is that he went to the glowing sea, ended up passing out because he went by himself like the stubborn mf he is and the children of atom take them to their crater to nurse him back to health but also give him like. some sort of special radiation cocktail of some sort which ends up making him a bit of a freak. much more resilient, much more absent as well, a bit faster than he used to be. he's basically their chosen one because i feel like out of all factions it'd make most sense for the children of atom to be weirdly obsessed with him like he's a perfectly preserved human from before the war. that IS kinda fascinating

either way tiberius doesn't really mind being part of them all that much because it puts him in like a negotiator position if that makes sense?? the other factions all have their other touching points where he isn't all that needed to create connections and stuff but having this extra connection with the children of atom who are mostly feared by the rest of the commonwealth helps a LOT with keeping peace and all that, so it's beneficial for all parties involved because it also means that tiberius can just freely enter any of their outposts and he can rely on them if he needs them for anything :] the children of atom are a lot more willing to assist him with something that may be a bit shady than the minutemen or railroad would basically so it's a good backup to have LMAO

as for companions, tiberius is closest with preston 100% :] when he emerged from the vault, preston was the first person who talked to him and didn't treat him as a possible threat, and he helped him get settled in which tiberius will always be grateful for because he was so so scared. and preston made everything a little bit easier. he's very caring and patient and matches tiberius' funnyman energy surprisingly well when they're joking around, which would all remind tiberius a lot of his sister stella. preston Would in fact be like a brother to him :]

he enjoys hanging out with piper and nick, but only sparingly so since those two just love to investigate stuff and a lot of their time hanging out ends up turning into business of some sort and tiberius does NOT have the detective's spirit! he likes being clueless. he does not always need to know everything. he does like tagging along but sometimes he just wants to SIT and have a beer or something

which, naturally so, makes hancock better company for him. tiberius did a couple of gigs for him personally (and got to know him much more intimately during a wild night with both him and magnus but we don't talk about that) and he likes to stop by goodneighbor regularly for a drink and to talk about shit that's been going on lately. since magnus and hancock are together, magnus is there a lot as well but tiberius sees him a lot more regularly at the railroad too :]

that being said, the railroad is definitely tiberius' main hub for hanging out with people he loves the gang SO much. his best friends there would be nikolai, glory (she's alive yes obviously), deacon, and tinker tom :] and also max but tiberius sees her a LOT more at the castle since that's by the end of the in-game events also a place he can be found at a lot. he doesn't take a lot of minutemen jobs but he does help out on location with whatever they need, plus the castle is a huge and busy marketplace which would be super fun to visit (especially at night) so he just likes hanging out there in general! that's also where he hangs out with cait and roxy (max' wife) whenever he gets the opportunity

tiberius' relationship with x6-88 is. strained. on a surface level he likes the guy, but his loyalty to the institute definitely gets in the way of their friendship a lot at first. i haven't entirely figured out yet how to like, get x6-88 on tiberius' side in a satisfying way that doesn't feel out of character for him?? but that's basically what i'm aiming for, because the two DO spend a lot of time together away from the institute itself which would give tiberius a lot of opportunities to show x6 what the commonwealth is really like. and what the institute's reputation is and all that. and with x6 getting attached to tiberius during all of that he WILL be forced to pick a side at the end of it all. and i personally don't think he would side against tiberius after spending all that time building up an actual friendship for the first time in his life

surprisingly enough, tiberius and maccready did NOT!!! get along well at first AT ALL. when tiberius was taking gigs in goodneighbor he was unbeknownst to him stealing away a lot of mac's clientele so naturally mac has very one-sided beef with him. especially because both of them are like. babies. i can't remember maccready's exact age but that's a baby. and tiberius is one too. and they're both competitive and kinda stupid so when they first "officially" meet there's this insane tension between the two of them and every conversation they have is just a pissing contest. they've been kicked out of goodneighbor together on at least one occasion because of their near screaming competitions

(at some point after the battle of bunker hill and tiberius has temporarily broken ties with the institute because shaun's attitude pissed him the fuck off he goes to goodneighbor with his friends and after a drink or two too many he agrees to a bet maccready makes with him about killing elder maxson. tiberius succeeds by knocking out a brotherhood pilot and pretending to be the pilot instead, sort of successfully flying a vertibird up to the prydwen, somehow knocking out a guy in full power armor to then steal said guy's power armor, killing elder maxson (who by then has committed enough war crimes including but not limited to laughing max in the face when she tried to talk to him about a possible collaboration in hopes to keep the peace in the commonwealth) with a pipe pistol, and then jumping down(!!!!!!!!!) in the power armor to make his escape by walking over the bottom of the ocean on the shoreline in the power armor. he brought the guy's coat and dogtags with him as proof. maccready was turned on and angry about it)

but after traveling together for a while, tiberius and maccready learn they have a lot more in common than they initially thought and they grow closer over time :] i adjusted mac's story as well by making lucy his older sister rather than his wife (HE'S A BABY. HE DOESN'T NEED A WIFE AND A CHILD IN THIS ECONOMY) and duncan his nephew, so it's still a direct parallel to tiberius' story except lucy is still alive but missing, whereas stella is in fact very much dead. at first it makes tiberius feel frustrated and upset in a very selfish way, but it helps him with like, allowing himself to grieve for the first time since he exited the vault which by then is a LONG time ago, and then it also helps him with moving on from it rather than staying stuck in the past. helping mac with curing duncan and finding lucy helps the both of them and after all that they end up getting together :]

SO YEAH. very bumpy road for tiberius all in all and he makes connections in a bunch of different places, but he's always just a gear in the machine rather than the one operating the machine if that makes sense :] he feels a lot more at ease when he can actually make a difference at his own pace rather than having everyone look up to him constantly, the closest he got to that was when he was the one to infiltrate the institute and he has NEVER been that stressed before in his life. he makes it out alive and relatively unharmed but good lord. he's never doing that shit ever again

[mariocki]

La tumba de los muertos vivientes (Oasis of the Zombies, 1982)

"Why are you burning the body?"

"You must burn it. Otherwise it comes back. Yes, we must burn the bodies of the damned. He had met the sentries who guard the great secret. They would have reclaimed him after his death."

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Golly gee!

More humans O_O And, to celebrate, I made a song just for this very moment! Or well... more of a jingle but ey! I did a thing.

Also here's the other song I made that was going to be the celebration song but it's here as bonus content.

[lovelyrotter]

yknow i love transmasc/tboy dirk always and forever but the way some ppl treat transmascness vs transfemmeness in HS's narrative........kinda sucks. like the whole thing about how being transfeminine is a literal transient experience and lets the character in question (any character) truly escape the oppression of HS's narrative-as-a-character which is patriarchal and toxic (lord english, hussie-the-character to an extent. i guess. idk ive seen a lotta ppl lump SI-hussie in w/ this), which is great and does hold weight as an analytical lens esp with how hussie irl is nonbinary. but where does this leave transmasc characters. why are we treating (headcanoned) transfemme HS characters like this and then tbh gleefully dooming (headcanoned) transmasc characters to eternal narrative suffering brought by LE and then mocking them for being ''gross tboys'' full of ''icky testorerone'' so its their fault theyre in this perpetual torment really? because they ''''chose to be a man''''? dunno man its starting to feel bad. especially since some bnf's who are really into this fan theory do actually kinda treat the general idea of transmasculinity like somthing to hold with tongs at arms length away from them. as if its alien or infectous or something and then get really mad when equally dysphoric transmascs do the same with feminity. why are we dooming dirk strider to eternal toxic-masculine suffering and what does that say about how we treat real life transmasc folks both in and outside of the fandom

[dracimexidae]

So yeah since Jasmine and Sara are out of the Finals 😢, I'm left with the BJK Cup and then i'm basically on vacation myself from tennis (as for the more engaged and "stressful" part of watching matches😝- honestly it's "exhausting" being a fan a pause is definitely needed phew 😮‍💨🤣)

[jonathanbyersphd]

Jancy + Academic Rivals to Lovers AU

[quietwingsinthesky]

once again. lucifer came out of the cage surprisingly well-adjusted. all things considered.

[drop--pop--candy]

I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS STATEEEEEEE

[neofelis----nebulosa]

saw a living oriole irl for the first time today!

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Duolingo will try and convince you that practicing for a few days when you feel like you can’t take a new lesson yet is a failure, that you aren’t doing as well as you could and “oh no! The ranking”

The owl lies. I have taken three near perfect practice lessons the last three days because I want to make sure I have the stuff I’ve learned seared into my brain better. If i don’t take a week or two for practicing old lessons I’m going to forget how to spell pharmacy in Norwegian and then I’ll fail a future one. You can’t expect me to just learn new words constantly without brushing up on old ones and NOT forget how to spell something or the word for something else, you dumb bitch. This is about me learning how to listen and read, not about how long I can stay in the sapphire league. The notifications about it are super annoying but I can’t shut them off or I’ll forget when I’ve spent the day doing something different than usual and my schedule is thrown off